#she never gets me hair stuff even though I have the least manageable hair in the fucking universe
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i WILL have waist length hair by next year . no matter what
#im still angry she made me cut it in april#a trim would have been fine but she made the hairstylist cut so much#like I said 4 inches to her and then she was done but now she had to come and tell the poor lady to cut more#actually think the hairstylist was on my side bc it really did not look like she cut that much#it makes me so ANGRY like why does she feel entitled to control every part of my appearance#I literally don't even feel like a person anymore#saw this tiktok of a brown girl cutting her hair to her chin bc she was never allowed to cut it bc long hair is considered a sign of beauty#and like. that's kind of messed me up ngl. bc while I feel bad. at least her mother wanted her to be beautiful...#I can't even explain it but#I can't wear nice clothes (the last time I was allowed to buy clothes was 3 fucking years ago) I always have to wear my cousins old ones#even for sixth form I really thought id be allowed to buy some new shirts or trousers or anything but guess what. nothing#there is nothing in my school wardrobe that hasnt been worn by 3 people before#and like I can't style my hair differently than what I always do and im even judged for new outfit combinations#she never gets me hair stuff even though I have the least manageable hair in the fucking universe#and the only makeup im allowed to wear is what she gets me (tinted moisturiser that is actually awful)#and then I look at my cousin and I have honestly never felt worse#bc she literally goes out w a face full of makeup and she can get highlights in her hair and wear whatever she wants#its crazy. and I can never say anything about it#its so fucking embarrassing as well#I just have to act like I don't care abt these things#when we go to Azerbaijan for my cousins engagement im the only girl in the family who isn't wearing a dress#bc she just had to insist that 'oh Alisha doesn't REALLY want a dress' and I just looked at her like. what.#so now im wearing the ugliest trousers and weird smock type shirt imaginable god I feel sick thinking about it.#lmao I can't stop crying abt this literally the stupidest thing in the world to cry about#my ammi would never do this to me
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Fatui Harbingers with a child they don't own
── ୨୧：fatui harbingers & reader
୨୧﹑synopsis :: a child that doesn't seem to belong to any one of them is known to wander around headquarters, though it's not exactly clear whose it is or how it even got there. well, it's cute enough, isn't it?
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child reader, child endangerment 💀, scaramouche is soft because baby, pantalone is trying to teach a kid stocks, pulcinella is such a grandpa
୨୧﹑words :: 2k
this was a little thought that came to mind, mostly because of the fact I was like "Capitano forced to carry around some lil baby would be cute" and I'm fuckin speed running writing this before sports tryouts I've got less than one hour 😭
nvm I didn't finish in time and it got cancelled anyway so we can work slowly now (I didn't even finish this until the next day anyway LMAO) the mild implication each of them handles the same child on different days and this kid is just experiencing all of these things is funny to me for no reason
you have a horrible habit of wandering off while waiting for your parent, somehow managing to find yourself in the stranger possible places. how you end up there, nobody who has to look for you ever really knows, but you usually end up finding at least one person who will—if nothing else—tolerate you.
the youngest of the Harbingers is the easiest to survive and get along with. Childe likes you, and knows how to keep you entertained while he somewhat awkwardly waits to see if anyone will arrive to look for you. admittedly, he likes it whenever you pop up, finding you a good little distraction, and you think his bow is cool to watch when he uses it. you think it's just the fact that he's so good with it that makes it so interesting, and he's very supportive when you tell him all of the stuff you don't get to tell anyone. it's not that Childe is constantly waiting to feed his interest nor does he always care a lot but he certainly makes it sounds like he does and it sounds very much like he's proud of you for even your minor achievements. are you hungry? he can get you food if you need and makes sure you're shockingly well taken care of and there's not a scratch on you when you leave. he even has you calling him big bro at some point though where that came from nobody is really sure.
on a very different note, Arlecchino is at first very confused by you, then quite soft. she does not coddle you, but she is never particularly aggressive towards you, initially believing that you were looking specifically for her for some reason. after all, what else would make a small child pull at her overcoat? she does begin to wonder where you came from, and was very impressive to you, though she warns you not to grab at her clothes too much. by her own words "Something might bite you" thought that really refers to whatever weapon she keeps, referring to it in a way a child would easily understand. she lets you sit with her while you wait, but warns you once more this time not to wander, sometimes letting you take her hand and guide her to pat your head and play with your hair.
admittedly, you are not what one might call the the most popular with the banker, though he gives you little trinkets and more frequently gives you mora to look at. he gifts you loose mora so much that you run off to him when there's something you want but can't afford, and of course he notices though you think you're so slick. Pantalone starts to give you more money, as long as you keep showing up, looking and learning all the things he wants to show you. he wouldn't indulge your greed so much if it didn't give him what was an opportunity. he finds fostering your curiosity is much easier than squandering it and when you want to see the many things you simply cannot afford while living on the salary of a lowly fatuu you've picked the best option for who to go to. someday you're going to need the knowledge he happily provides, and who better to learn from than the richest man in Teyvat? wait, what do you mean you barely understood a word of it?!
above all else you think La Signora is very beautiful, and really you just want to follow the pretty lady around even if she tries to pretend she doesn't notice you at first. your persistence got so annoying she was forced to turn around and try to figure out what you want, touching your face and observing your features to see if she recognises them. of course she doesn't. she has no idea who the hell you are, or where you came from or what you want. strangely there's this endearment to you, like she can't quite bring herself to get rid of you even if she's not over the moon about you insisting on holding her hand and going wherever she goes.
easily one of the most fun to bother is Sandrone, who may have been a little on the eager side to have someone who could act as a test user for at least a few of her automatons for her. if even a child could understand the instructions, surely grown adults would have no problem right? you make a great play tester, often finding several of them piled up just for you to play with. she knows you can't stop your wandering, you'll continue to come back to see her--her inadvertent bribery that she'll have cool toys to play with ready for you to seek her out. admittedly not all of your critiques make it in, mostly the ones that don't actually apply to their purpose as she has you believing they're just harmless toys with coincidental abilities. she is generally quite benevolent towards you however, always acting as if she really will accept them in a heartbeat. she always keeps you well taken care of too.
perhaps the most shocking reaction of all is Scaramouche who is…unexpectedly nice to you. for someone supposed to be bold and generally disliked, he sure is nice in letting you crawl all over him and ask your thousand questions. he fusses over you in that odd caring way, though never what you'd call particularly sweet about it. he buttons your coat for you when he doesn't want you to get cold and lets you hide under his hat from the snow. Scaramouche often sits you in his lap as he finds something to talk to you about whether it be school or home, all a ploy to keep you still perhaps, but if for some reason he doesn't enjoy your conversations-- well, you certainly don't notice. he does greatly enjoy it in fact, a little more than he cares to admit even to you.
talking at all to Pulcinella is like talking to your Grandfather as he comes to recognise you well, greeting you with a ruffle of your hair as he asks if you've gotten bigger. you haven't gotten bigger, and he's really not all that good at picking you up, but he certainly tries and you try to pretend your feet are more than an inch off the ground. perhaps manhandling simply isn't his strong suit. still you enjoy all the candy he has laying around, and the little gadgets you find around his office which haven't had a use in twenty years. a bit of interest to them doesn't exactly make them useful, and the things you really like are always the ones you can't touch like the little tin of rolled up papers secured with a rubber band and some suspicious stuff you can't discern, but he has many stories to tell of these things all to keep you distracted from the fact you got your hands on a tobacco tin and specifically cannot use it.
strangely the least opposed but most confused by you being around is Capitano, who cannot seem to simply scare you off at a glance and therefore has to wonder why you're here at all, where are your parents? you definitely don't work here. you must be cold, hungry? did you drink enough water today? he finds himself starkly confused as to why you just wander around him, can't seem to find an ounce of sense in you as you don't turn tail and run, and while he lets you sit on his lap when you get too tired he does not appreciate having to pull your hands away from his helmet all the time. maybe he should let you just to deter you after you almost get your hand bitten off. something about the way you still hug him tightly before you leave, or how you'll just dangle off your arm, even the way that you will appear in the most inconvenient situations and he'll just hook you under his arm and cart you off somewhere with him he knows is safe. of course you think this is the most fun you've ever had but on the other hand he really wishes you would show up at a time when he's not occupied.
to Columbina you are just the cutest little thing, drawn to the sound of her voice, though that is only what first leads you to find her by chance. she does not specifically take care of you so much as pamper you, playing with your hair and sitting you by her side to keep you company. you like to turn her hair and the ornaments in her hair, all which make you say she's like a pretty dove. she knows someone will come to find you, but in the meantime she is focused on settling you down to stop your wandering. she lets you cuddle up to her, lulling you to sleep with a pretty song that calms you down. you're much easier to watch that way. it keeps you from wandering, something she notices you must have a habit of considering you found her in the first place. it doesn't matter how full of energy you were when you walked in, always finding yourself curled up, head resting on her shoulder as you drift off to sleep rather quickly.
you are not exactly granted the warmest welcome by the Doctor, in fact you become terrified of Dottore the second he notices you've found your way inside and accidentally mistakes you for one of his test subjects. of course that makes you turning tail and running off seem quite suspicious, though you're also not very hard to catch. all of your squirming is expected, barely even stopping him very much at all. thankfully Dottore wasn't born yesterday, and the large stuffed animal you carry around and the clothes you wear are fairly indicative of the fact that you're probably not one of his subjects after all once he gets a better look at you. though it's hard to ease your shaking and wipe your tears when you're not eager to listen. he's not exactly the best with children either, though you do eventually come around once he figures out what to do, letting you cuddle up to him while he stroke your back to soothe you just in case you happen to be well liked by anyone he's not keen to annoy--rare chance but never impossible. you're not exactly eager to spend time loitering around there once he sets you back on your feet and watches you run off, but rare is not impossible.
how you even managed to find your way to Pierro is beyond even him, as the sudden opening of his door is usually met with a glare, though the sight of an empty space where a person would usually be prompts him to look down just to be sure. suffice it to say he's not exactly happy to have some little ankle biter running around headquarters, but he doesn't really have time to drop everything and scoop you up to march you back wherever you came from. you have to sit still and wait. Pierro should've foreseen you crawling around his feet to get under his desk and treating it like a hidey hole--being there in the first place should've indicated to some degree that you're not particularly into the idea of patience. his numerous attempts to catch you by your arm and hold you still don't work either, just resulting in you giggling and running off to some other corner where you get into something you shouldn't. he knows damn well all of his attempts are only encouraging you, and he's a glad to finally watch you give up, possibly just because you got bored-- but whatever the reason, watching you crawl back under his feet to fit between the little space in between him and his desk lets him breathe a sigh of relief and go back to working for a little white longer while you wait for him to go find whoever you belong to.
suffice it to say whoever was looking for you is sufficiently horrified by the time they find you, but that doesn't seem to be too unusual to you.
#✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#childe#childe x reader#arlecchino#arlecchino x reader#pantalone#pantalone x reader#signora#la signora#signora x reader#la signora x reader#sandrone#sandrone x reader#scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#pulcinella#pulcinella x reader#capitano#capitano x reader#columbina#columbina x reader#dottore#il dottore#dottore x reader#il dottore x reader#pierro#pierro x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader
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October Sun
summary: the ability had manifested after your first semester of 7th grade. after the farmhouse cellar and the trail through the woods. after the EMTs and the policemen and Then Deputy Baxter. it was something you kept to yourself although you knew your mother had her suspicions. it made you more vulnerable to the things that go bump in the night, which was why you never used it. or so you thought.
pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader
warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.
at last, the bbys have words! which means this is a long one 🕊️
bon reading, frens
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OCTOBER SUN pt.9
The pulse between you and Wally flared to a fever pitch, swirling and cresting around you, into you, through you. One hand in your hair, fingers kneading; the other secure on your hip, supporting you firmly in his arms.
You wanted to bask in it forever, an intoxicating maelstrom of sensation, and all at once every pop ballad you'd heard growing up made sense. The kiss deepened and shallowed; a swipe of his tongue, twin gasps, a moan, then back in, hungry and untethered.
Wally placed you on the edge of the stage, careful, like a totem at an altar, his lips never leaving yours for more than a breath. He stood between your thighs, big hands roaming down your arms to your waist, hips, up again, fingers teasing under the hem of your t-shirt.
Gradually, the feeling of hot need now lessened, though didn't dissipate completely. Rather, it softened into something contented, manageable. Satisfied now that you and Wally were tangled in each other's space.
Thoughts filtered in through the thinning cloud; questions you had to ask; admissions you had to give, so you put a stalling hand on Wally's chest and nudged gently.
"Wait," You said, and now you knew what you sounded like after being ravished to oblivion, wow. "We need to talk."
Wally blinked his eyes open, sweet brown almost entirely eclipsed by arousal. His lips, kiss-plumped and red, turned up in a smile you couldn't help but mirror.
Even though you'd shunned reason and responsibility—had gone against a lifetime of rules and shared yourself with a ghost—you felt at peace for the first time in days.
"What's up, baby?" Wally asked, pressing his forehead to yours. He took your hands in his, fingers laced, and waited for you to speak. But as you were about to, a lightbulb seemed to blink on in his head and he straightened. "Hold up," his voice dropped to a panicked whisper. "If you don't want anyone else to know, we should get out of here or Mina—"
"Is on lunch—" you air quoted, "—for another thirty minutes. She goes twice a day, sits outside the door, eats the same ham and cheese her mom packed her, and smokes the same cigarette she stole off Miranda Paterson before rehearsal."
Wally gaped, "I~ did not know that." Then he frowned cutely, "How do you know that?"
"My mom." You admitted, "She graduated the same year Mina died and warned me about it before I started here. She actually witnessed Mina's first loop." You grimaced, "The benefits of a residual haunting, I guess."
"Residual haunting?"
As you spoke, you crossed your ankles at the small of Wally's back and guided him back to you, "Basically, the worst kind of loop the dead can get stuck in." A peck to his lips, "At least, in my opinion."
"You know a lot about this stuff, huh?" He asked through quick, dry kisses of his own, grinning smugly when you chased his mouth as he leaned away.
You blushed and licked your lips, watched in fascination as Wally tracked the movement before doing the same. He squeezed the curve of your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh, pulled you roughly against him, and nipped your lower lip.
"Tease," He said, rolling his hips against you so you could feel how worked up he was.
You moaned, the pulse flaring again, brief and bright, and oh hell no, you had to talk. Hoping to temper the connection back to a simmering second thought, you decided to answer Wally's question.
"My family has a long and unique history with the paranormal. According to my Nanna, we can trace it all the way back to the Arthurian Age." You punctuated your statement with a lingering kiss, separating on a sigh. "You make it really hard to concentrate."
You felt kind of dumb admitting that aloud and were relieved when Wally snickered, "Back at you, baby."
He stroked the back of his pointer finger down your cheek, gazing at you as if in worship. It was heady being on the receiving end of such a look, and you hoped he saw in your eyes equal awe and appreciation.
"How about we just—" He took a step backward, out of your space, and instantly the connection between you protested.
You whimpered, a grouchy kitten of a sound, and he reinserted himself between your legs, hands smoothing up your thighs to your hips where they rested.
"Or not." He said. After a lengthy pause, he asked, "Do you have any idea what this is?"
"Nope. And we have a pretty specific collection of books at home. I couldn't find anything that talks about what this—" You indicated between you and him, "—might be. I'm praying that there'll at least be something there about why I can't see Maddie." You hadn't meant to divulge that tidbit so casually, but there it was.
Wally was visibly shocked, "Hold up, you can't see Maddie?" You shook your head, "So. At the bus stop yesterday, you really had no idea she was there?"
Holy shit, "Maddie was there?!"
Not all ghosts were visible, true, but every ghost had an assortment of ways to signal their presence. And you hadn't received any of them. No niggling thoughts in the back of your mind or strange prickles up your spine or high-pitched ringing in your ears. Zero, zip, zilch, nada.
"Yeah, she followed you and, uh, What's His Name—"
"Simon." You supplied, distracted.
"Him, yeah. She followed you guys out there. Wanted to see if you knew something about what happened to her."
Casting your mind back to yesterday's conversation, you tried to recall if Simon mentioned anything worthwhile. Except, he hadn't wanted to talk about Maddie. Not initially, not until you brought her up. Simon had wanted to talk about, "Whether or not I can see ghosts..." You glanced up at Wally. "That can't be coincidence. What if Simon's like me and he just can't see Maddie, either?"
Wally gave you a sympathetic look, "Trust me, that guy can't see ghosts."
"And how would you know that?" You raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"I've been here for a while, pretty girl." For some reason, that fact made your heart ache, "You're the second person with a pulse I've seen who I ever thought might be able to see me back."
"Second?"
Wally stared at you, long and hard, as if anticipating the pieces would slot into place. When they didn't, he helped you along, "You don't really look like her, you know?"
"Ah, yeah, obviously." Your mother, who had been a freshman at Wally's final Homecoming game. Your eyes narrowed, "How do you know it was my mom?"
"Back then, I didn't. But, after what you mentioned, it doesn't take a genius." Wally chuckled. "She never talked to me. And I never felt like this with her." He emphasized his point by delivering a bruising, heated kiss, parting with a wet-sticky smack.
Dazed, "Yeah, pretty sure that's something she'd lecture me about if it happened before. At least we can rule out that it's a 'you thing'."
"Cool, so it's not me. What about you?" Wally said, expression calculating, "What's changed?"
You cocked your head, "What do you mean?"
This time, Wally kissed you softly before he said, "Babe, you've managed to ignore me for three years because neither of us felt desperate to climb into each other's skin. So...why now?"
He was right.
You were a little impressed and a lot turned on. Wally had always come across to you as a bit of a stereotypical jock: somewhat slow on the uptake, but well-meaning and full of heart. And muscle. And stop it right there, not the time!
It made you consider that, while there was this intense, driving connection between you both, you didn't really know Wally Clark that well at all. Yes, you'd observed Wally from afar for the duration of your high school career, but up until yesterday, you'd never spoken, never revealed personal secrets or interests or anything.
As far as you were aware, he liked football and football-related things, and you were pretty sure he had an equally shallow idea of what made you tick aside from being able to see dead people.
Saddened by the realization, you blurted, "What's your favorite color?"
Wally seemed adorably rightly confused, "What?"
You repeated, "Your favorite color, what is it?"
"Um, red. What's yours?"
"Purple." Some days. "Or dark orange." Sounded more accurate, but actually, "Mostly green, but not, like, neon or anything."
Wally pressed his lips together, suppressing a goofy smile for a couple of seconds before surrendering it. "That answer totally suits you." He bussed you on the nose, making you go cross-eyed for a moment, "Do colors mean something?"
"No," You shook your head lightly, twinkling, "I just thought we should probably get to know each other better if we're gonna be under the influence of random hedonist ghost energy."
"Do you think that's what's making your powers go on the fritz?" Wally wondered, his phrasing punching a laugh out of you.
"Nah, it's not as simple as a glitch in the Matrix. This shit doesn't get glitchy."
Taking him by the wrists, you led his hands behind you so that you were more fully encased in his arms, tucking your head under his chin and circling your arms loosely around his waist. You felt safe, wrapped up in him like that. Like nothing bad could or would ever happen to you again.
"Okay..." He said, picking through what information you'd given him so far. "If your ghost powers are working and it's not because of whatever's going on with us, maybe it's Maddie? Maybe you can't see her because she's new? She hasn't been dead as long as the rest of us, only since last Friday..."
"Uhm, yeah, also not how this works." You replied playfully, bumping the tip of your nose to his, "Trust me, it takes four minutes before a person goes from attached to their earthen vessel to haunting the science lab."
A wicked, ruthless moment for everyone involved.
The scar on your left hand itched, reminding you of the nightmare that had hauled you in and coughed you out of that farmhouse cellar. Where you'd discovered—down to the second—how long it takes a soul to disconnect from the living world and cross over.
You groaned, "Maddie can't be dead." A hill you would proudly die on because that was the only explanation that made any kind of sense.
Wally wasn't convinced, "She seems pretty dead to me. I can see her. Rhonda, and Charley, and the others can see her. No one else can."
Feeling like a parrot, you repeated, "And I can't. What if...What if she isn't dead? What if she's trapped?"
"You mean more trapped than the rest of us?"
The statement inspired a whole host of questions that you forced yourself to ignore for the time being.
"This is gonna sound insane—"
"You're literally talking to a ghost."
"Insane-er," You amended, "But Maddie could've slipped into an In Between somehow." You barely had an argument, the list of hypotheticals dismal against what knowledge you'd collected from various factual sources, but you weren't willing to let it go. "Look, death is a very direct journey from one plane to the next, no detours. But if she isn't dead, then it could be possible."
Wally's eyes seemed to be trailing an onslaught of thoughts as they traveled across his mind. "Okay, yeah, you're right, that sounds insane. What the hell is an In Between?"
"It's—" A distant metallic snap-shudder pierced the otherwise quiet theater, interrupting you. Before you were able to discern where it had come from, you felt a hand grab your shoulder from behind.
You gasped, knocked back into yourself, and when you looked up, you saw Wally in a state of bewilderment, standing with his mouth agape and eyes the size of dinner plates, at the end of the center aisle that's length now divided you.
A familiar, though markedly less friendly, voice demanded, "What are you doing in here?" and when you glanced over your shoulder, Mr. Anderson stared, hard and haggard, awaiting your explanation.
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PART EIGHT - PART TEN
note: dun dun dun...i really hope you guys are still with me 😅 the next update might take me a little longer. between schoolwork and work-work and Life Things, i'm kinda swamped, but i'll do my absolute best to getter done!
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Love Me Hard, Touch Me Deep
pairing: scotty ✘ black!reader
summary: given scotty's skittish nature, her stance on talking about anything remotely sexual was in no way surprising. when a drinking game makes you privy to the extent of her inexperience, you reassure her, letting her know you're ready when she is. things ensue when she suddenly informs you that she is.
word count: 10.1k
contains: smut (18+), masturbation, light teasing, fingering, use of toys (dildo, vibrator), tribbing, oral (scotty's a munch), praise!kink, first-time sex, servicebottom!scotty, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, semi possessive!scotty, crying, squirting, fluff
tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @xoxo-dede @yvxmpire @generallysapphic @ventingfanfics @mbakuetshurisprincess @quintessencewrites
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note: my first time writing scotty smut, who's excited? she's long as hell for absolutely no reason, but i had a blast. i feel like i should say this even though it should be obvious, but i’m not mentally sound so... yeah. consider this an unofficial pt. 2 to go easy on me. same reader, same scotty. at least that's how i imagined it, but both parts can be standalones. that gif kinda does something to me a little bit idk. this is also a combination of a few different requests i got, so if you see something you sent in, just know i saw your stuff! i just couldn't choose. anywho, hope youse enjoy this filth <333
Soft snores and a head on your chest greeted you as you opened your eyes. Scotty was wrapped around your body like a koala in a tree. She'd slept that way the entire night, breathing in all of you as she dreamt. It was adorable, and waking her seemed cruel. But you had to get to work, the manager at your new job was in no way as lenient as your last. She held you tight, nuzzling closer and you sighed before patting her head. “Babe, you gotta get up or we'll both be late for work.”
Scotty stirred only slightly, but her eyes refused to open. Fighting your smile was impossible. It heated your heart seeing her so comfortable with you, in your bed and in your space. Four months ago you would've never thought this possible. Four months ago you had to console Scotty every other day.
You leaned down, kissing her cheek gently as you rubbed your hands up and down her sides. A quiet whine escaped her and you grinned, she would be awake soon.
Unsticking yourself from her had proven to be a difficult task in the past, when she slept, Scotty clung to you for dear life. It was difficult, but it was doable. Resisting fingers peeled away from your abdomen as you rolled her on her back. You straddled her, knees digging into your mattress on either side of her waist.
Your lips connected with her cheek again, teeth grazing her warm neck, moving lower and lower with each peck. The heat raying off her skin pulled you in closer, warming your insides as you pulled her shirt up, revealing her stomach. Wet lips licked and sucked at her skin, and she shuddered beneath your touch.
Scotty moaned above you, tugging on your hair and halting your descent.
“Good morning.” Her groggy voice was honey coating you, thick and smooth. The thump between your thighs picked up when she pulled you up to her lips, kissing you long and deep. “Sorry about my morning breath, I just needed to kiss you.”
You kissed her again and she giggled. “Morning breath be damned. You can have these lips whenever you want.”
“Yeah?” Another kiss, this one lingering a little.
“Mhmm,” And another. “I have another pair of lips dying to become acquainted with you too.”
When you pulled away, you watched her eyes bolden, just as you’d hoped they would and your laugh was immediate. Scotty cleared her throat awkwardly with a blush, pressing her back against the headboard. “D-Don’t you have to shower? Don’t want to um, be late.”
You mirrored her, sitting up to let the covers fall from your body as you rose to your feet. Eyes were on you as you stretched, wanting eyes. Intense and firey, just as they were the day you met.
You glanced over your shoulder at her, and there they were; big brown eyes studying your hips intently. You’d slept only in your underwear and a tank top, just as you always did when she spent the night. Miles of skin exposed to the air and to your girlfriend, and it was evident she loved the sight of you.
“Do you want to join me?” You gestured to the bathroom, mind trailing to the steaming water that would soon be embracing you. You hadn't experienced any trouble with it since Scotty worked her magic, but she made it a point to check every time she was over.
You were facing her now, and you smirked. Her eyes were locked on your braless boobs in your top, staring unabashedly at your hard nipples. “Did you hear me? Or were you too busy checking me out like usual?”
“What?” She questioned with a swallow.
“Do you want to join me in the shower?”
She flushed at your question, shying away as if she wasn't drooling over your ass only seconds ago. “Oh um, that's alright. You go ahead without me. I’ll have a shower after you.”
“Or you could just join me, babe.” She shook her head again, insisting on letting you enjoy your shower alone. This was a routine, and you knew not to push, you knew when to accept defeat.
Despite her being well acquainted with your bed, and her newfound security in your relationship, seeing you fully naked still made Scotty uneasy. Apologies were issued each time she accidentally caught sight of you in your underwear, and she always offered to leave the room.
You would protest, but she did it anyway, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. It was more endearing than anything. She had not been open about her sexual history, and you never pried. When Scotty was ready, she'd come to you, and you made sure you left room for her to know that, for her to understand time was on her side in that regard.
Seeing her flush at the sight of your bare skin turned you on more than it should though. The thought made your pussy pulse as you stepped into the shower. Before you could stop them, fingers hovered over your heat, pushing through your sticky folds as the warm water adorned you. You rubbed your clit with your thumb, wincing when the shower steam brushed the sensitive nub.
Gentle pumps lubricated your digits as two entered your hole with ease and you flung your head back. In and out, you circled your clit, then pushed back inside the tight space.
“Fuck.” Eyes shut, and back flush against the shower wall, your volume increased as your thrusts gained speed. Bliss consumed you, toying with your impending orgasm. You bucked into yourself, nudging your g-spot with a sharp cry. A long exhale anchored you and your toes began to curl as you slowly climbed a ladder of ecstasy.
All thoughts ran to Scotty as you pleasured yourself. Scotty in her flannels. Scotty wearing only a sports bra and sweats as she fixed your garbage disposal. The way she gripped your thigh on the tube, firm and tight, aware you belonged to her only. “Shit, oh fuck…”
Your slick mingled with the water as you rode your own digits, tweaking and pulling on your right nipple. Scotty was very protective of you. She was quick to yell at a stranger for bumping into you on the street that one time. He was bigger, taller; he towered over her thin frame. But she refused to relent, insistent on defending your honor. Discovering that side of her got you all hot and bothered, the images of her all in his face slipping into your fantasies as you massaged your leaking pussy.
Your profane screams filled the bathroom, ringing in your ears and making you wetter. Fingers scissored your hole, nice and wide and you bit your lip. You imagined Scotty’s fingers working you, imagined her hungry lips nibbling on your earlobe as she whispered dirty words to you.
Your pussy clenched around your digits tight and you dove deeper into yourself. Reaching for the shower head, you propped a leg up on the tub’s edge and brought it to your center. Powerful streams of steaming water met your pulsating clit and your legs wobbled. “Oh yes! Mmm fuck!”
The water was harsh against your cunt, flowing heavy and steady. It felt so good you got lost in the feeling.
“Oh, Scotty.” Shallow breaths huffed her name again and again, chest bouncing under water droplets. You wanted her mouth on you, needed her tongue inside of you. Wet thrusts brought your orgasm closer, taking you higher each time you brushed your special spot. The visual in your mind of your girlfriend's mouth on your cunt, sucking passionately, was the last thing you saw before the stars and sparkles appeared behind your lids.
The showerhead fell from your grip as you came with a scream you knew she heard. An intense orgasm coursed through your quaking body, filling you to the brim. Cum trickled down the inside of your thigh, nice and warm like the water and you smiled. You were floating, thoughts still buzzing with all the sexy things your girlfriend did as you rode it out. You steadied your breathing, squeezing your nipple one last time before retrieving the hose and beginning your shower.
“Scotty, baby can you hand me a towel?” Your head poked out the bathroom door and she was on her feet within seconds. As she approached, you allowed the door to creek open just enough for her to catch a glimpse of your wet skin and identically pierced nipples.
Eyelashes batted innocently at her as she handed you the fluffy cloth. Scotty was having a hard time ripping her eyes away from your droplet-drenched figure, her eyes fanned you up and down before she cleared her throat. “Uh sorry. I can wait in the living room until you're dressed.”
Slowly, the cracked door widened to showcase you in all your nude glory, purple towel bunched in your hands.
“If that's what you wanna do.” Soft and sultry were your words, evidently sucking the air from her lungs as she stammered. Scotty had not met your gaze once, eyes locked on your chest, falling lower with each breath. You began drying your skin in front of her with a smirk, pretending to be oblivious to your effect on her.
When you exited the bathroom, your shoulder brushed hers and you swore you felt each muscle in her arm tense. Damp curls hung around your neck as you bent over to lotion your legs, giving her a full view of your ass and folds. She was staring, her watchful gaze was one you were accustomed to, even with your back turned. You were wet again, and she was aware of it.
A soft moan climbed your throat as you slathered the lotion on your chest and on your breasts, and you watched the sound shock her entire body through the mirror.
Scotty shook her head behind you, desperate for the action to do away with the image of your naked body. “Gonna get off- I mean get in the shower. I’m gonna take a s-shower now.”
You smiled at her, wearing not a fragment of shame, and nodded. “Okay, babe. Have fun.”
You imagine her slamming her back against the door once it closed, chest heaving anxiously from what she'd just witnessed. Once dressed, you slicked your hair into a low puff and moved to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from your bedroom, fully clothed, a shy smile tugging on the corners of her lips. “Hi.”
“Hi, babe. Made you coffee, and lunch.” You shoved her lunchbox and thermos toward her and she beamed. She pulled you in for a kiss, tongues dancing and sparks flying. Her whimper was adorable when you grabbed her hands, placing them on your hips. “I like when you touch me here.”
She huffed, clearly flustered, but she pulled you in anyway, fingers indenting your flesh. “Mhmm.”
You pulled away, getting lost in her eyes and she blushed. “We should get going. I'm already late.”
“I have to give Dean a ride.” The two of you shuffled out the front door just as Dean was exiting his and he rolled his eyes.
“God, I was starting to think I’d have to take the bus. And you know I can't do that anymore.” He stated simply, shoving himself between the two of you as he often did and grabbing your hands.
You spared a glance at your girlfriend, confused and she chuckled. “He got banned for a month.”
“Banned from the bus?”
Dean tugged the both of you down the stairwell as he spoke. “Yeah, I joked about wanting to wank the guy next to me off and I guess he told the driver. Now I can't get on for a month.”
His words stopped you in your tracks, and you gawked at him. “What? It's not like I did it. Anyway, you two coming over tomorrow night? Me and Freddie are having a thing.”
“You're always having a thing.” Scotty retorted, stealing the words right from your mouth.
“Oh come on, you two can keep your tits out of each other's mouths for one night to hang with friends right? Don't think I didn't hear you this morning. Oh, Scotty! Yes, Scotty! It was kinda hot, I can't lie, I listened through the walls. Obviously.”
Your smile dissipated and you found Scotty's eyes. She fumbled for her keys, unlocking her van frantically. Usually, you harbored no shame about pleasuring yourself to the thought of your girlfriend, she was hot, and your body reacted to said hotness. But you were aware of how wary the idea of sex made her, and having Dean bring it up so casually made your cheeks heat.
“Oh don't tell me you two are one of those kiss-and-don't-tell pairs. Babe if you didn't want to tell on yourselves, you wouldn't be so–”
Scotty cut him off, and you noted the twinge of annoyance in her voice. “We’ll be there Dean.”
“Oh good!” He climbed into the van and you waited for the door to shut before you approached her.
Her eyes fixed on her work boots, fiddling away with those fingers. “I'm sorry.”
“And what are you apologizing for?”
She looked at you, eyes brimming with remorse. “Dean doesn’t really have a filter as I'm sure you know by now. Sorry if he made you feel–”
“Baby, stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong, Dean’s gonna be Dean, let's face it. It's fine.” You kissed her cheek and she relaxed a little.
Scotty grabbed your fingers, lacing them with hers and you beamed. “Sorry he thought we were…”
“Do I have to ban you from saying that word? I want it out of your vocabulary. You aren't sorry.” You scolded and she giggled.
“Okay, okay. You sure you don't want a ride?”
You shook your head before kissing her hand. “You aren't driving all the way across the city to drop me off at work Vivienne. Now go.”
Her giddy little smile made you melt as she strutted to the van. “Wait!” She ran back, smacking her lips to yours and you laughed into the kiss. “Okay, bye! Love you, have a good day.”
“Bye baby, love you too.”
•••
Coming home after a long day called for two things: a glass of wine and your vibrator. After changing into some comfy clothes, you retrieved the already open bottle of Chardonnay, filling the glass all the way to the top. You took a big swig, trotting back to your room and ridding your body of your shorts. Cool air hit your already-wet lips as you brought the fully charged vibrator to your yearning clit.
At the push of a button, the device buzzed on, splashing your slick all over your inner thighs. The wand slid up and down your achy cunt, making you whine from the strong vibrations. You only needed a quick release, Scotty would be over soon. Scotty. For the second time that day, you conjured her likeness in your mind to help yourself get off. Thinking about how she gawked at your naked body that morning made you moan, loud and long. You craved her touch. “Mmm.”
You upped the speed, switching the bright pink toy to its highest setting, making your sore clit tremble.
You were coming soon after, creating a large mess in your sheets and all over your vibrator. Bringing the toy to your lips, you sucked it off like always. That’s when you saw her. Scotty was watching you from the doorway, biting her lip and eyeing you hungrily. It made your heart jump, the thought that she could be so stealthy in the dark. You held her stare, swirling your tongue around the head of your vibrator. Your juices tasted amazing in your mouth and you turned it back on. If she wanted to watch, you would give her a show.
You couldn't help but cry out when the pulse pressed back onto your clit. It felt amazing, but it was too soon. You ground into it, hips shaking all the while as your second climax approached rapidly. Gone were your plans of prolonging the spill. This one was fast and hard, and you groaned, finding her eyes in the dark again.
“I know you're there baby.” You called out between shaky breaths.
Scotty shuffled, debating if she should enter the room or bolt. When your bedroom light flicked on, you got her answer. She strode in, head hanging, and sat at the edge of the bed. “I'm sorry.”
“What did we say about that word? I'm not mad at you babe if that's what you're thinking.”
Hopeful eyes flicked to yours as you scooted down the bed to join her. “You're not?”
“No.” You shook your head, kissing her cheek softly and she sighed.
“It's just, I came in and all the lights were out and I figured you were asleep and I didn't wanna wake you. I was just gonna crawl in beside you, but then you weren't asleep, you were… and I didn't want to interrupt, but then I couldn't look away and I felt bad for watching and I know you said not to apologize, but I'm sorry babe, I am. I invaded your privacy and that’s not okay.”
You were smiling before you could stop yourself and she looked puzzled. “I like an audience sometimes.”
Her eyebrows shot up and you shrugged. Pulling her in for a hug. The tension left her body when she entered your embrace, molding into you perfectly.
“We can talk about it, if you want. Or we can just watch Tv until we fall asleep.”
“Tv. I don't think I'm ready to, to um…”
You gripped her hands. “And that's alright. Go make some popcorn while I get cleaned up?”
Scotty nodded, hopping onto her feet and darting to the kitchen. You shook your head at her cuteness, smiling as you stripped your sheets.
•••
“Okay, okay. Take a shot if you've ever been walked in on.”
Freddie butted in, “Full sex or just like, a wank?”
“Both.” Dean confirmed and everyone in the room took a shot. Everyone but your girlfriend who sat smiling shyly next to you on the floor.
The room erupted into laughter and you huffed a small one of your own. “If you've ever walked in on someone?”
Scotty was zoned out, and you nudged her playfully to take her shot, just to see her flush nervously. It was priceless, but she downed it like a pro. That was new.
Freddie pointed to you to ask a question as he poured everyone a third shot. “Um… take a shot if you’ve done it in a public place.”
Laughter again, followed by winces and coughs. Once again, everyone’s shot glass was empty, except for Scotty’s. She seemed unbothered most of the night, ignoring all the shots you were downing next to her, while she hadn't moved past her first one. A lot of your suspicions were being confirmed as the game trudged on. "This one's for the ladies! You guys ever done it up the butt? Because I tried it and I have to say, not that bad."
A chorus of cackles broke out as you eyed Scotty fiddling with her shoe laces, laughing smiling faintly to herself.
You knew she was inexperienced, but the questions let you know the extent. It was all very cute, the way she encouraged everyone and laughed along with the group.
“Take a shot if you've had sex with someone in the past twenty-four hours.” Dean beamed, and you knew instantly his question was intended for Scotty and yourself. Neither of you drank, you glanced at her and she blushed.
Dean’s eyes moved to the two of you and he scoffed. “You're not playing the game right. You're supposed to drink.”
“Only if you've done the thing,” Scotty responded harshly, but no one other than you picked up on it.
“Yeah. And you two have, you can't lie. I heard you.” Every pair of eyes in the room were on you at his confession.
You sat up on your knees, needing to shift the subject. “Well, you heard wrong. Next question.”
“No, he didn't because I heard it too.” Freddie was notorious for sticking his nose where it didn't belong. “If you two weren't fucking, what was all that? And now that it's being mentioned, Scotty's taken only one shot, while her lovely girlfriend has taken them all. And now neither of them has taken this one. What is that about?”
Scotty shifted next to you, you could tell she was getting antsy. “Are we gonna continue the game or what?”
“Hmm, no. I'm definitely pissed right now and I've decided this thing,” Freddie’s fingers gestured between you and Scotty. “Is more interesting than this game.”
Everyone remained silent as he paced around. You were very close to grabbing your girlfriend and leaving the flat entirely.
“Moans and screams coming from your place every morning, including today, and yet neither of you drank. Were you just wanking or…”
“And if I was?”
He tapped his chin with a laugh. “Then I’d have to ask what we're all thinking. Have you two even had sex?”
You found Scotty's gaze, her eyes darting around the room frantically. She opened her mouth to speak, but you squeezed her hand, trying to let her know she didn't have to reply. It was clear everyone else had already figured out the answer though, and all you wanted to do was soothe her.
“Oh my god! You haven't, have ya? How long have you been together now?”
Dean chimed in, “Four months in two weeks. As your matchmaker, I must know your anniversary.” He wasn't helping.
“Four months and you haven't shagged? What are you waiting for? Is Scotty a virgin or something?” His question was meant to be rhetorical, but realization soon sank in. The silence in the room was louder than ever and you watched everyone come to the same conclusion as Freddie.
He chuckled mischievously. “Bloody hell. Well I'm not surprised because obviously, but wow I just–”
“Will you shut the fuck up, Freddie? You don't have to be a dick every day of your goddamn life you know.”
Your outburst startled Scotty, fueled by alcohol and anger. That was the first time all night that you noticed she was uncomfortable, the first time you’d seen her ashamed of all the things she hadn't done. The look lasted only but a second, but you caught it, and you despised that she was made to feel that way.
“I'm just saying four months is really really long, especially for people in a relationship. I shagged Dean first night I met him.”
“That's true,” Dean interjected and you rolled your eyes.
You huffed furiously, seeing only red. All attempts at suppressing your urge to strangle the blonde boy in front of you were failing. “And I'm just saying, you should be more worried about that diagnosis you got a few days ago. Chlamydia was it?”
A universal gasp hugged the room and his sly little smirk disappeared immediately. “Yeah, that's what I fucking thought you fucking dickhead.”
“He also had crabs last month. I keep telling him he can't shag everyone, he never listens.” Dean's statement was the icing on top and you wore a smirk of your own.
You grabbed Scotty’s hand, pulled her to her feet, and headed to the door. “We’re leaving. Freddie, fuck you. I hope you get hit by a truck.”
Once the two of you were in the hallway, Scotty stood against the wall as you paced in frustration. She tracked your steps, face scrunched in an unreadable way.
“I really hate that prick.”
“Are you going to break up with me now that you know I’ve never been with a woman?” She was close to tears. Drying them as frequently as you did let you know when to expect them. You were at her side in seconds, rubbing her back as you tried to calm her.
“Baby what? Break up with you? Are you mad? Sorry but you're kinda stuck with me, if you haven't noticed.” You bumped her shoulder.
She sniffled before letting out a giggle. “It's not like I don't want to. I do, especially with you. I really, really do. I just–”
“Oh do you? You really do?” You smirked and she blushed.
“Stop. I'm being serious. I'm just super nervous I'll do it wrong. And I don't wanna disappoint you. You're used to experienced women I'm sure, but all you have now is me.”
“Vivienne Scott, what have I told you about talking down about yourself? I won't let you say one more bad word about my favorite person, so you need to stop.”
“Sorry.”
“There's that word again,” You glared at her and she reacted with a shy smile. “And as for your inexperience, I don't care. I'm ready when you are. If you decide you want to, we'll go slow, as slow as you like. If you decide you never want to have sex, that works for me too. I love you so fucking much, nothing else matters baby. All I need is you, all I want is you and your perfect self.”
You kissed her and she smiled into it, delighted by your reassuring words. “You mean it?”
“Absolutely my love. There's nothing wrong with you, and I will kill Freddie with my bare fucking hands for making you feel that way.”
Her smile grew, eyes twinkling happily in front of you. “And I'll help you hide the body.”
A laugh erupted at her remark, because she was clearly serious; she always found new ways to surprise you.
•••
Grace and Frankie played on the screen as you lay cuddled up with Scotty in your bed. She was snuggled into your chest, stuck to you like glue as you rubbed her back lovingly. The day after your anniversary had been a relaxing one, with you two lounging around your place for most of it. Tonight though, she seemed particularly fidgety, climbing atop you and nuzzling her head under your chin.
“You good?” You asked, looking down at her body on yours, and she only hummed. “You're so cute.”
A few minutes ticked by before she squirmed again, rubbing her face into your cleavage. Scotty was touchy, but not this touchy. Her behavior raised your brow as you questioned her again. “Baby, are you okay?”
“Just had a long day.” An inadequate response, seeing as you’d spent the entire day with her, but you let it go. Most days were long for her, and maybe encapsulating you was a newly discovered way of dealing with that. You shifted your attention back to the Tv, laughing as the episode stretched on.
Soft lips placed little pecks along your jaw, lowering to your neck and you sighed. Letting your eyes flicker shut allowed for better enjoyment of her mouth on your skin, basking in this rare spurt of initiative. “If you wanna kiss, Scotty, all you had to do was say so.”
She sat up, holding your face between her palms. “I want to kiss.”
You grinned and pulled her in by her throat. “Come here.”
Starving lips crashed onto each other, meshing and sucking as tongues wrestled. Scotty was sitting up on your lap now, yanking your face closer as if she wanted to swallow you. She slung her arms around your neck, scooting closer so her crotch was pressed up against your stomach as she wrapped her legs around you.
The kiss grew hot and heavy, and she moaned desperately into your mouth. It wasn't unusual, considering you'd had many heated make-out sessions prior. You pulled away, wet lips connecting with her throat, nibbling slightly. She whined directly into your ear, and you felt it slither inside you. An excited tongue licked your neck before teeth nipped your lobe.
“Oh!” The action jarred you, but you moaned all the same. Scotty had never displayed such feverish behavior before, she seemed on edge, wound up — and she called on you in her time of need. Her hips bucked into your abdomen and you froze.
Fingers found your hair and she tugged on your curls, lips ghosting over yours as she blew her words into your mouth. “I’m ready.”
“What?” Your heartbeat raced with your flying pulse when she spoke.
She enjoyed kissing your neck, so you threw your head back, allowing her to gain better access. “Want to do more than kiss.”
You found her eyes abruptly, searching her face for any signs of hesitation. “Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to. Kissing is enough for me, I promise.”
“Yes. I'm sure, I want you.”
You nodded, crashing your lips to hers. It was a hard kiss, a hungry kiss, and you could tell she loved it. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
“Wanna make you feel good.”
You kissed her again, loving the feeling of her eager lips on yours. “Yeah? You wanna make me feel good?”
“Yes.” Her reply was quick as she reached for the hem of your tank top.
You giggled, pulling it over your head to help her speed up the process, and your boobs fell free moments later. Scotty was in awe at the sight of them, reaching hesitantly to cup the one on the left. “Can I?”
You gave her permission, pulling her hand the rest of the way with a grin. She traced the star shape of the jewelry there, still holding back. “I love these.”
You shuddered when the pads of two fingers brushed your nipple and you let a moan slip. Her eyes sparkled at the sound, prideful being the one to cause it. A soft pinch to your left evoked another cry, and she reached for the right, repeating her action. Scotty’s legs were still tight around your waist, core still pressed up against your stomach and you felt her sticky wetness leaking through her underwear.
She dipped her head, eyes still trained on yours as she pulled a bud into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it. Light sucks on your delicate breast overwhelmed you. You were unaware of how much you missed that feeling as the blissful sensation rushed through you.
“Does that feel good?” Her tongue swirled around your erect nipple and your fingers dug into her scalp with each lick. Your response was a hum, encouraging her to keep going. Scotty switched to the other, sucking hard and leaving her spit all over your breast. It was heavenly; Scotty was extremely good at what she was doing.
Each of your whimpers amped her up, and you could tell she was enjoying herself. You grabbed her left hand, dragging it down to your center and her fingers hovered over your throbbing heat.
“You feel that baby?” Her mouth hung open, eyes dazed and twinkling. “That's where I want you, right… here. Are you okay with that?” She nodded and you guided her hand up and down your clothed clit. Scotty's head hit your shoulder with a jagged exhale. Rushed, shallow breaths escaped you as her hand continued. You needed her now, and you were going to have her.
“Sit up for a second.” She got off you with a groan and you smiled, pulling your panties to your ankles and kicking them across the room.
You sat back on the bed, sprawling your legs and exposing your cunt fully to Scotty for the first time. Her little whine at the image made you smirk, begging you to continue. “Gonna show you how I touch myself thinking of you.”
Skilled fingers dipped into your wetness, sliding directly over your clit. The contact made you whimper and you kept going. Rubbing circles on your soaked bud increased your moans gradually. You locked eyes with your girlfriend who was salivating at the sight of you: legs open and fingers in your pussy.
“See how wet I am for you Scotty?” You threw your head back as you huffed her name and attacked your clit ferociously. The notion of her just simply watching you dampened your glistening folds even more.
You beckoned her forward with your free hand, breaking her out of her trance. You reached for her hand, shoving two of her fingers into your mouth. Feeling your warm tongue around her digits made her entire body shiver. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, barely able to hold your seductive gaze as you continued.
When her fingertips brushed your clit, she all about melted. “Do you feel how wet I am for you Scotty?”
She nodded, and you let her fingers replace your own. Scotty’s pace was slower than yours, less practiced, but still able to make you thrash.
“Is this good?” The hope in her voice was adorable, turning you on even more.
“Fuck baby that's perfect. Just like that.”
She arranged herself between your legs, digits massaging your sensitive clit with precision. Her determination and focus were sexy on their own, but when coupled with the desire to please you, they were transcendent. Her lips peppered kisses on your stomach and she massaged your dripping pussy, your grunts fueling her. “Shit, keep going. That’s it!”
Fingertips brushed your entrance and when you jumped, she halted, nervous eyes darting around wildly. “No, no. It's okay, that was good. Need your fingers inside me.”
Once again, you assisted her digits, allowing her to sink two deep into your hole. She created a quick pace for herself, it was nice, but not quite what you needed.
“Like this?”
“No, let me show you,” You positioned her hand where you needed it most. “There you go, keep doing it like that, fuck!”
She caught onto your preferred tempo rather quickly and her thrusts were unstoppable, making you scream your throat raw. Wails mixed with the sloshing sounds her digits created as they pumped and stretched you over and over, dragging you closer to the edge. “So good at it babe, perfect!”
When she bumped your g-spot hard and firm, curses flew out of you this way and that. Your eyes stayed open long enough to catch the satisfied smirk on her face. Scotty loved what she was doing to you, reveled in the way your body responded to her.
Her other hand found your clit again, recreating the rhythm you’d taught her and she swiped two fingers around in a circle, pressing in every few seconds. You had no sense of self, simply only craving a release. Each stroke, each pump, had you clutching your silk pillows as Scotty built you up to knock you down.
“Baby, I'm so close! Make me come please!”
Her thrusts picked up, slamming into your pussy harder than before and your cries were endless.
“I love being the one to make you feel this good.” She bit her lip, watching your pierced nipples bounce as she spoke. You entranced her and she wasn't afraid to show it.
With one last thrust, you bucked into her fingers and your orgasm crashed onto you like a wave, wiping you out and pulling you all the way under. “Mmm Scotty! Yes, you make me feel amazing!”
Her fingers were soon coated in your cum, spilling out of you in thick streams. The climax was your most intense yet and you knew it had everything to do with the emotions wrapped up in the sex, the emotions you had wrapped up in your girlfriend.
She was still inside you, still rubbing your clit as your heaving muscles clamped around her digits. It was too much and not enough all at once, and your lack of energy prohibited you from letting her know. All you could muster were pleading whines as she continued fucking you through your orgasm, smearing your cum everywhere.
“B-Baby I–” Dry lips helped you utter shaky words and her eyes were on your face immediately.
“You want me to stop?” She quizzed and you nodded.
Scotty slid her fingers out of you gently as ever, examining them and the sticky cum coating them. She wanted to suck them, her curiosity about the taste clear as day and you giggled at her bashfulness.
Fighting your exhaustion, you pushed yourself forward and out of the pillows, inching toward her. You guided her fingers through her lips and she let you. She moaned when your flavor hit her taste buds, slamming her eyes shut to enjoy it fully.
“Well?” You awaited her final conclusion with a smirk and she matched it.
Her immediate giggle afterward was too cute. “I like it.”
“Yeah? You want more?” Her nod was frantic and giddy. You eased back onto the mattress, finally coming down from your climax and needing her all over again. Your legs flew open once more, feeling your hot release rolling out down your pussy lips. Ankles gripped in your fists exposed every inch of the mess she helped create and once again, Scotty was mesmerized by the sight of you. “Come taste me, baby.”
She leaned in to kiss you deeply before descending to your cunt.
Silky lips placed a kiss on your tired clit with a hum, the vibrations traveling up your outstretched legs. Soon her tongue was on your wet flesh and you shrieked. Scotty's mouth wrapped around your clit like a starved animal, slurping ravenously. Her tongue, magic materialized. “Oh god, fuck! Yes, Scotty, you're doing that so well!”
She hummed again devouring your pussy fully with each slurp and your moans boomed out of you uncontrollably. Your fingers were in her hair, messing it up even more as her tongue fucked you. She seemed particularly fond of your clit, refusing to leave it unattended for too long. “You taste so good, babe.”
Her words caused you to grind harder into her face, smudging your juices all over her. For it to be her first time eating pussy, she was shockingly skilled, knowing exactly where to focus her attention. A velvet tongue entered your hole, and your back sprung up. You pulled at your nipples with each of her thrusts, spiking your pleasure upward. “Good girl, my good girl. So good at eating my pussy baby.”
Not once had she come up for air, fully immersed in every bit of your folds. You were close again, humping her mouth and tongue. “Oh fuck, how are you so good at that?”
Your head flew back and she pulled you closer by your hips, drilling her face impossibly deeper into your heated wetness. Scotty’s own moans were driving you insane; she was getting off on the act of consuming your cunt. The way her hips bucked and jerked into the mattress confirmed that.
“I’ll do anything to please you.”
God, she knew exactly what to say to rev you up. Her words were enough to knock you straight into your second orgasm. You came with shaking legs and a scream of her name, but she refused to remove her mouth from your core.
She sucked you still, grunting and gulping despite your squirming. Each lick caused you to shudder above her as she lost herself in your depths. When she shoved a finger inside, you bit down on your cheek until it bled. Pleasure thrummed in your veins, even though your body needed her to stop, your brain refused to let her and you felt another release underway.
“Scotty wait please…” Wiggling from her grasp was useless; she refused to relent, slurping harder, licking deeper.
“Mine.” It came out muffled, and it floated up to your ears. A sleepy smile formed on your lips as your third orgasm of the night washed over you. It didn't hit you as hard as the first two, but it made you loopy all the same. Finally, she removed her face from between your quivering thighs, face soaked in three loads of cum.
You could barely see her through slanted eyes, but your slick reflected under the lights. She kissed your lips, tender and slow, and you sucked her tongue. Your own juices were on you now and you understood her refusal to let up. “You look so gorgeous with my cum on your face.”
“I do?” Her pretty eyes studied your spent figure curiously and you nodded. “I got a little carried away, you taste so good.”
“It's okay baby. You did amazing for me, you were perfect.” You huffed an exhale, watching her try to hide her blush.
It dawned on you that Scotty still had her clothes on and you frowned. “Take everything off. Your turn.”
“You sure you're not too tired? We don't have to focus on me.”
You shook your head, resisting the sleep threatening to whisk you away. There was no way you'd be going to bed without having made Scotty come at least twice.
She pulled her shirt off while you yanked on her underwear. Scotty stood, leaving you alone on the bed for seconds that felt like forever as she stripped. Once her underwear was off, she was left only in her sports bra as she climbed toward you.
“You want this on or off?” You questioned and she shrugged, so you pulled it over her head.
She was stark naked above you and looking as sheepish as ever. You flipped her so you were on top then you kissed her lips. “You're stunning.”
Your lips pecked her chest, slowly moving towards her nipple. It was in your mouth soon after and your fingers found her clit. Her cry was immediate as you massaged her drenched folds. “Can I touch you here, Scotty? Is this okay?”
Her approval came before you could blink and you continued. “Fuck, you're this wet for me pretty girl?”
“Yes, always.” You quirked your eyebrow at her confession. Always.
Her nipple was back in your mouth again as you worked her soft clit with the pads of your fingers. Scotty's whines filled the room, bouncing off your walls and ringing in both your ears. Her chest heaved under you, causing your teeth to grip lightly on her nipple to steady her.
“Aghh!” Her whimpers came hushed and shallow, and your pace picked up, thrashing around in her wetness. “More, I need more.”
You kissed her neck swiftly, then her lips, fingers still working her. “What do you need, angel?”
“Your, your mouth.” A devious grin plastered on your lips as you placed her legs on your shoulders before diving into her midsts. You almost passed out at the taste of her, head going loopy as you licked her throbbing bud. You spit on her already leaking cunt, rubbing it in with your tongue and she moaned.
“Feelsogood!” Her words jumbled together as she shouted. Languid licks to her clit had her legs shuddering from their place on your shoulders as she rolled her nipples between her fingers.
She was a moaning mess as your mouth continued its attack on her gorgeous pussy, slurping up everything she secreted. “Are you gonna come for me, angel?”
Her babbles were intended to be an answer, but you needed her to respond with words.
“Say it. Tell me you're going to come for me, be a good girl and come for me.”
Scotty nodded, eyes shut when your tongue grazed her tight hole. She wasn't ready for that yet, and you knew it. “I'm going to come for you!”
Your fingers flicked her clit again and again until it was swollen, and she tensed. “That's it, baby, there you go, go on and come for me.”
Her screech was thunderous, startling even herself. You kissed her ankle and watched her toes curl, her entire body trembling as you lowered her legs back onto the bed with care.
Weak arms pulled you down onto a sweaty chest, kissing you with the utmost passion.
“Thank you.” She managed and you kissed her forehead sweetly.
“You deserve it.”
While Scotty was recovering from her first orgasm with you, you reached over to your nightstand, pulling out a few things you’d had handy for a while. Nothing too extreme: two dildos, the bigger one of the two obviously for you, your vibrator, and some lube.
She watched you intently as you laid everything out, eyes going wide at the larger toy. Familiarity flashed in her eyes when she saw your trusty pink vibrator and you grinned. “Wanna try it?”
Scotty shook her head, “Wanna watch you again.”
“So bad.” You positioned yourself in front of her, getting comfortable, allowing your pussy to bloom like a flower for your girlfriend. The toy was buzzing within seconds and you slithered it through your cum drenched lips.
“Oooh, fuck…” The words dragged out of you as the tip brushed your most sensitive, swollen spot. The ache was magnificent as you let it tread through your wetness. Scotty's eyes were glued to you, watching the tremors work you, small splashes flicking into the air. Her breast was cupped in her hand and she slowly tugged on her nipples. Fingers found her own clit and she winced, gaze never leaving you.
Her confidence in pleasuring herself to the sight of you only made you hornier as you upped the setting and you began to twitch breathlessly. “Yeah baby, play with your pussy for me. I like that.”
She followed your instructions, kneading her tits and stroking her clit. “Gonna come just from looking at you, shit.”
And you weren't lying, you felt your climax in your bones, building up and preparing to spill. “Fuck! Fuck Fuck!”
“Are you close, baby?” Scotty questioned, peering at you through slitted eyes. Her fingers were working overtime to bring about her release, and you could tell she was not new to the deed.
You nodded, slinging your head back. “Yeah.”
Before she could respond, your scream jumped out of you and the vibrator fell from your palm onto the cover. You let your body tumble to the edge of the bed, gasping for air as you heard Scotty cry out seconds later. She came down to join you, just as sweaty, just as breathless and she gripped your side.
“You touch yourself like that often Vivienne?”
She tried hiding her face in your bare chest, but you wouldn't allow it, tickling her until she answered. “Sometimes. When I'm thinking about you.”
“Ah. I see. Well, you looked absolutely stunning showing off for me like that.” You pecked her lips and she giggled. Scotty sat up, grabbing the dildos curiously, but her focus could not be ripped from the big one.
“You put this inside you?!”
Your laugh settled your post-orgasm high. “I want you to put it inside me.”
“Really?” The glimmer in her eyes announced her excitement at your request. You kicked the lube towards her, too tired to move from your spot and she clapped giddily.
She lathered the lube onto the toy and positioned it at your slit, moving in slowly. “Is that good for you?”
“Oh fuck! Just a little faster angel.” Scotty nodded, thrusting it in and out at a quicker speed and your mewls carried. Your entire pussy was sore, but you just couldn't get enough of her. Lust was the only thing keeping you going.
The way it moved captured her attention, and she refused to tear her eyes from your dripping hole stretched around the dildo. She nudged that special spot, leaning down to kiss you, eating your whimper in the process. Your squishing picked up with her movement and her thumb found your clit. You loved the way she was learning your body and what you liked, it made you clench around the thick toy, bucking onto it slightly.
“So good at it babe, perfect.” She hummed at your praise, fucking into you with longer and deeper strokes.
You wailed loudly, meeting each thrust, both nipples in hand.
“Want you to be mine. All mine” She bit her lip, still assaulting your clit as you struggled for words.
Her possessive tone would be the thing to do you in, you were sure of it. “Mmm, fuck baby I’m yours!”
“You promise? Please promise.” Slam after slam on your g-spot and you were close to tears.
All you saw was white behind your eyes, pussy clamping tight around the toy buried deep inside you as you came hard and swift. “Yesyesyesyesyes! I'm yours, Scotty! All yours!”
She slid it out of you with a soft pop and a squish, pulling on strings of cum oozing out of you.
“I wanna try it.” She admitted timidly and you forced yourself to sit up.
You grabbed the smaller yellow one, holding it out for her. “This one's for you.”
Scotty shook her head, “No. I want this one. I can handle it.”
“Baby I don't know, don't want you in too much pain.”
“It's okay.” She reassured, and you smiled.
•••
“I won't hurt you, angel, I'll never hurt you. I’ll go slow.” Your dildo was at Scotty’s eager entrance — ready to intrude. Copious amounts of lube dripped from it as the tip pushed through her tight hole, brushing her walls. Her eyes were shut, and she squeezed your hand. You were still a tad hesitant about it, but she insisted.
It entered her with surprising ease and you couldn't fight your grin. “So proud of you, you're doing amazing. Are you okay?”
Frantic nods answered your question and she urged you to move. She adjusted quite well to the size and you pushed in deeper. Scotty was writhing desperately as you fucked her at a reasonable tempo. Her body reacted well to you and your encouraging touches. You pressed a wet kiss to her waist as the thrusts grew rapid, endless moans egging you on. “Don’t stop!”
“This good for you pretty girl?” Your lips were on her stomach, licking and pecking to soothe and she squirmed.
“Mhmm.” You looked up at her drooling mouth; Scotty was on cloud nine, relishing in the sensation of being wide open for you and you alone. She ground into the dildo, her wet cunt meeting every last one of your pumps. A greedy little thing, and responsive too, crying out each time your knuckle would nudge her swollen clit in the process of you fucking her.
When she hissed in pain, you slowed down, not wanting to hurt her. “Easy baby, easy.”
Scotty’s wetness sloshed and splashed all over your comforter and you loved the image of everything seeping out of her pretty, puffy pussy. It made your own clit twitch as you pressed it up against the bed.
“Your pussy is so pretty, baby. Say it, tell me your pussy is pretty.” Strokes dug deep, making her cream all around the base.
She groaned, unable to say the words, bucking into the toy harder instead. You were having none of it. Scotty needed to praise herself, you needed her to believe the things you said to her. “If you wanna come, you gotta say it. Isn't your pussy pretty?”
She bobbed her head, shutting her eyes tight as her back shot off the bed. “I-It is, it's p-pretty.”
“What's pretty, angel? I need to hear it.” Her clit jumped and you giggled.
“My p-pussy.”
“Oh yes it is, look at how well you’re taking this big thing, the prettiest ever. All stretched out for me.” You lowered your mouth to her clit, sucking faintly on the bud as the toy pushed up against her bundle of nerves and her cry was the loudest you’d ever heard.
“Baby I-I can’t.” She was shaking and you needed to calm her. You slowed your pace, whispering encouragements into her tummy as you kissed it. She came quickly, begging you to remove the dildo, and you obliged without a beat of hesitation. It was a lot for her, but she handled it fantastically, and your pride buzzed inside your sternum.
You kissed your way up her body lovingly until you reached her lips. “I love you so much you know that? God, you’re so perfect. Do you know how well you did for me?”
She bustled beneath your song of praise, finally opening her eyes to look at you. “I love you. I just want to make you happy.”
A weak smile greeted you and you kissed her tenderly. “You think you can give me just one more tonight angel?”
Scotty was anxious to please, so she agreed wholeheartedly.
“I’ll do all the work.” You spread her legs, slinging your right leg over her left, scooting closer until your clits kissed. The two of you grunted in unison at the sudden connection. Scotty rolled her hips impatiently, and you chuckled as you copied her movements. Cum glazed both your pussies as you ground into her, mixing your multiple releases. The squelching noises created by your colliding cunts rivaled your moans and mewls. You looked down at where you two were connected, stripes of slick meshing to create more.
Scotty rested her tired head against your shoulder, opening her mouth to pull your nipple between her lips. When you gasped, she hummed around it, bucking into you harder. You steadied her hips, rocking against her delicate bud with force. The impact buzzed through your body, blurring your vision with each grind. Your screams floated up to the ceiling, clinging to the walls as Scotty's piled on top. At this point, the entire building was aware of the fantastic sex you two were having, and neither of you cared.
You felt hot tears sting your chest, rolling between your boobs as Scotty cried from the all-consuming ecstasy. She looked at you, eyes boring holes into your soul as you rode her pussy. “I love you.”
You reached back for your vibrator, licking it a little before slipping it between both of your sopping cunts. Scotty yelled when you switched it on, shaking her head vigorously.
“Too much, too much!” But she leaned into the feeling anyway, pleasure close to rendering her unconscious as she wept.
“I know angel, fuck! J-Just one more. Can you do that for m-me?” Your breathing turned hysterical, and you moved the vibrator in tandem with your thrusts only slightly. Scotty was evidently overwhelmed, she was barely hanging on, only trying to make you proud of her. And you were proud, exceedingly so.
You wiped her flowing tears, caressing her face with the utmost love and compassion.
She nodded, pushing into the pink toy harder and screaming louder. “I’ll do anything for you. I love you so much.”
When you turned up the setting she squirted onto your pussy, and the act made you do the same. Everything was soaked: your legs, the bed, your vibrator. She delivered a voice-cracking scream before falling backward and you collapsed on top of her, chests heaving rapidly. Spasming bodies exhaled loudly, attempting to rediscover coherence. Both your eyes flickered to the Tv as the Are You Still Watching screen popped up on your Netflix, and a string of laughter erupted from you. You pulled her face in, kissing her for the hundredth time and she kissed you back.
You stayed that way for a while, stacked on top of each other, admiring the other's fucked out features. Neither of you wanted to move.
“Too tired to change the sheets and clean up. Let’s sleep on the couch.” She nodded in agreement and you climbed off the drenched bed exhaustedly. Scotty grabbed pillows and a cozy blanket before placing her hand in yours and letting you lead her to the living room.
Once you were snuggled and swaddled, you kissed her cheek and she giggled. “You did so good, baby. You said you’d be nervous, but you did amazing.”
“You made me feel comfortable.” She shrugged and you pulled her closer, planting yet another kiss on her face, then her head.
She nestled into you with a sigh. “I love you.”
“I love you so much Scotty, so so much.” You cooed into her ear and your words were enough to send her to dreamland.
•••
Impatient lips on your naked chest pulled you out of your sleep and you moaned on command. When your eyes opened, you were met with hot lips indulging in your bare nipples. Your body was still extremely weak from the night’s activities and your stomach fluttered just from the thought.
Sex with Scotty had been more amazing than you could've hoped, and when her fingers brushed your folds, you were pulled back into the memories of just how intense it all was.
“Angel, what are you doing?” You hummed, allowing her to continue defiling you.
She looked up at you, letting your nipple go. “Something I wanted to do, but we didn't get a chance to last night.”
“Really? What's that?”
She groaned, growing skittish as she always did. Scotty had a hard time articulating her words sometimes, especially when it involved anything sexual, and you always caught wind of her struggles. You never pushed, but this time was different than the ones prior.
“You have to tell me what you want Scotty. I need to learn what you like.”
She blushed before opening her mouth, “I want you to sit on my face.”
Her sentence sparked a thrill in you, those words foreign and illicit coming from her lips, and they absolutely electrified your system. “That's what you want?”
“Yes.”
You nodded in approval, allowing her to settle under you before you mounted her, positioning your needy cunt over her mouth. Hovering instead of sitting seemed more appropriate; it was her first time and you refused to overwhelm her.
That precaution was tossed out the window instantaneously as your girlfriend yanked your lower half down flat against her mouth, tongue darting directly into your hole. “Oh my god!”
It was only, you glanced at the clock on the wall, seven in the morning and you were already being devoured entirely. She fucked you with her tongue, licking your walls and sending you to new heights. Your neck craned backward as you cried her name, her little hums of approval letting you know she loved the sound of it falling from your lips.
Her tongue in your hole made your body jerk, and you gripped the couch’s arm for support. Scotty kneaded your ass as she ate you out, moaning along with you.
You felt frail on top of her, bones and pussy still aching terribly. But she was enjoying herself, and you be damned if you put a stop to that. Your clit pulsed with every lick and you cursed, pressing harder into her face.
“You're too good at that, oh fuck!” She smiled against your cunt, and you shook your head at her recently unveiled cocky-ness.
That familiar buzz started climbing your insides, clawing its way up and you knew you were close. “Close baby.”
Sucking and smacking echoed throughout your quiet loft as your girlfriend demolished and consumed your leaking pussy, juices rolling down her face like tears.
“Tell me you're mine again.” If her tone was any indication, this was a command more so than a kind request. It was the hottest thing she'd ever said, and it made your head spin uncontrollably. Scotty was sexiest when she was confident.
You looked down at her, gripping and grinding into her face harshly. “Fuck baby, I'm yours! I belong to you!”
Her hungry moans of enjoyment rocketed through your core, setting your climax free with a long throaty babble. “Scotty!”
She sucked on your clit still, ignoring your whining and your cum dribbling out of you. You had no choice but to ride your orgasm out with her tongue deep inside you, it was clear she had no plans to let you go.
“Baby, b-baby p-please!” You bucked into her mouth involuntarily, your body's only defense against the unyielding sensation.
Eventually, she let go of your hips, freeing you to slide down her chest and sit in her lap as she licked her lips. She blushed when she met your eye line and your smile broke free.
“You really like doing that, huh?”
A nod was all you were awarded and you grinned.
Your eyes studied her expression, filling with concern as you watched her intently. "How are you feeling? I know last night was a lot. Are you okay baby? Not in any pain?"
"A little sore, but I feel good. Really good. Loved being with you like... like that." Her smile was soft and genuine, so you nodded.
“Join me in the shower?” You requested breathlessly.
Her head bobbed. “Sure.”
Of course, the first time she agreed to join you would be after the first time you had sex, it was poetic really, everything about her was. This was no new discovery, you'd always known Scotty was something comprised of pretty words and big feelings. It's what you loved most about her.
You made her strip the bed and throw in a load of laundry before bathing under the warm water. Your legs wobbled as you stepped into the tub, but she steadied you, climbing in right behind you.
She kissed your neck, your shoulder blades, lowering her lips to your hips, and sucked. Steamy water blurred your vision as you watched her kneel before you. Scotty lifted your shaky leg onto the side of the tub and got in between. At first glance, it looked as though she was attempting to wash your cum-streaked legs, but she never moved for the soap, or the washcloth. Instead, she kissed your inner thigh, making her way back to your weary cunt.
“Can I?” Doe eyes peered up at your dazed expression, you’d unintentionally created a monster, but how could you deny her? It would be cruel to even think about it.
“You're insatiable, oh my god.” Fingers laced in her hair, pushing her mouth where it yearned to be as you pressed into the shower wall — her name nefariously profane on your tongue.
#scotty x black!reader#lyricswriting#vivienne scott x black!reader#scotty banana#myworks#vivienne scott x reader#vivienne scott#scotty x reader#shuri x black!fem reader#shuri x reader#letitia wright x black!reader#letitia wright x reader#scotty x black!fem!reader#vivienne scott x black!fem!reader
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I can’t believe you got me into brokerdoll smh another ridiculously obscure hazbin hotel sapphic ship …….. I never considered them as a ship but they’re really cute 😔 dya have any headcanons for them? I imagine the other vees would tear vel a new one if they found out
BAHAHAAH UR WELCOME :3 its so cute actually . i thought of them late at night one day and went IM A GENIUS and scoured the internet but twas NOTHING
anyway !! do i have hcs? kind of ?? (half of these i came up with on the spot sorry if my phrasing sucks or if The Hcs suck)
i like to imagine brokerdoll started as velvette having an obsession with carmilla like vox has with alastor or val has with angel
(val and vox saw the signs immediately)
it eventually just delved into velvette asking vox to show her cameras on where carmilla is because she just "needed to know"
probably started shittalking her 10x more online after that
i dont have much for carmilla's side of the initial enemies-to-lovers but i can imagine her daughters see it very fucking clearly
they know their mother
anyway!! actual ship stuff
they keep this secret from EVERYBODY (including carmilla's daughters, including voxval) because it'd just be so fucking shocking if it got out
(as much as velvette wants to post about carmilla online she will refrain as best she can)
vox getting into the vees penthouse(?) super late at night and seeing velvette laying on carmilla on the couch passed tf out with some stupid tv show playing that they were probably shittalking
(he did get screenshots for blackmail)
also ill be so fr val probably knew the day they started dating BAHAHAH
hes not smart but like, i can imagine he saw the signs. he works with people in porn and there have probably been points his actors have (tried to) start dating so he probably knows that sort of stuff at least a little bit
velvette steals carmilla's hair bands i rest my case
she probably steals her shirts too honestly
carmilla loves styling velvette's hair, especially when velvette is going out somewhere
she'll have some idea for the style she wants and carmilla will execute it perfectly
carmilla won't admit how good it feels seeing velvette post 50 times in one night and, even though she's getting progressively fucked up, her hair still manages to stay perfect
(velvette doesn't wanna mess up her gf's hard work)
I'M SET ON THE IDEA BTW THAT CARMILLA IS A ROMANTIC
brings velvette flowers, maybe chocolates, just because she can
(velvette always yells at her and freaks out when she does because she's just not used to that kind of affection. she knows attention well, but not when it's this loving)
velvette having like, a voxblr blog set specifically to ramble about carmilla and no one has discovered her because it's completely anonymous and she changes up her typing patterns for it and everything
also they can both cook i think. really well
once voxval find out about them, velvette manages somehow to convince carmilla to come over and cook with her
(voxval are pure amazement that they work so well. both as a relationship and in their ability to make the best tasting food fucking EVER)
#i love them did u know thank u for letting me think about them more#xanbox#hazbin hotel#hazbin#hh#velvette#velvette hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel velvette#hazbin velvette#velvet hazbin hotel#carmilla carmine#carmilla hazbin hotel#carmilla#hazbin carmilla#hazbin hotel carmilla#brokerdoll#dollbroker#carvette#velmilla#carmilla x velvette#velvette x carmilla#vox#valentino#the vees
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"Not just Ken" - Ken x Reader
I read some cute stuff yesterday with Ken x Reader and I thought about writing something because my head was all over the place. I like to write but I'm not sure this sucks. Let me know if you like the story and I can manage to write about their story 🥹🥰
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You're a lawyer and you've met Ken about two months ago, but the guy - the doll - decided he would live better in Barbieland. But what if he wanted to actually live in real world and give a chance to be normal?
You were in your office finishing another appointment with a client after a rough long day of work, not enough coffee cups could make you feel less stressed and you were still going to see two more of them. As you sat in your chair you take the few free minutes you have to check your social media and texts, letting a loud sigh fill the ambiance. A knock on your door gets your attention off the mobile and you look your assistant's head getting in the office, she was a little confused and kinda annoyed, which sometimes wasn't new for you considering the amount of work you were doing during the week. Shelby cleared her throat, looked behind her and looked at you again.
- There's a weird blond man who wants to see you, he says it's important and doesn't wanna wait for another 2 hours. - She emphasized the "2 hours". Holy shit, two hours? What kind of person waits that long to talk to you and doesn't have anything else to do? You realize the weird blond man is nobody but Ken himself. Jesus, Ken, you never learn.
- Let him in, thank you Shelby. - You let a small grin as she gives space for the man-doll to enter and he looks at you like he depends on whatever he wanted to say to you, even though it makes you worried because he's always smiling and spreading joy around him.
- Hey, Ken. What is it you want? - He looked concerned, a bit stressful to say the least. He tried not to keep making eye contact for too long, and he also tries really hard to find the right words.
- I, uh.. I think I'm going back to Barbieland. - His words sounded way too long in your ears and you actually froze for a few seconds, trying to digest the news. You've spent the last two months trying to make him feel comfortable around real people, taught him how to do real people things and made him feel like he could actually give a chance living like a man, not a doll. Boy, did that hurt. And you thought after all this time together he would've enjoyed everything. He sat down on the chair and looked straight at you, a different spark in his blue eyes.
- I'm not sure I'm ready to live in this world, most of the time I like being around and doing different stuff I never did there, but it's too hard to have feelings, you know? I really cherish you, a lot to be honest, but I don't think I can be someone who has real feelings, I try too hard and I fail and it's just not good.
You sat on another chair next to him, slowly holding his cheeks with both hands, bringing him closer to you.
- You look sad, Ken. And that's a feeling, when you feel that way it means you care about other people. - You smiled and saw his lips raising a little.
- That's a feeling? But how can I tell when I have a feeling? Does it just happen? - His genuine question made your heart explode, you know how he's managed to learn all the things you wanted to teach him.
- Most of the time it does, but if it helps you can say whenever you get that. Right now, when you look at me, what is it you think?
It took 15 long seconds for him to say anything, but the way he held your hands that were still in his face you felt a different vibration in your body you couldn't explain. Ken looked down and up straight at you, blue eyes sparkling and transmitting something unusual. A few streak of hair falling in his forehead made him look like he came straight out of a magazine, the same feeling you had the very first time you met him
- I think.... I wanna kiss you, but.. - You acted out of yourself for that moment and stick your lips together as if it was the right thing to do. Obviously, he didn't react like you expected and of course he wouldn't know what a kiss was. That's why you just left your lips pressed for a while, until he realized it was something good he was feeling.
You didn't want to end it, but as soon as you opened your eyes you saw he still had his closed. You held his perfect big hand with your right hand, and with the other one you fixed his bang, leaving a trace with your thumb through his perfect jawline.
- So? - You asked, feeling a little numb, expecting him to finally open his eyes and look at you. Took him way too long to do that, but when he did he opened the biggest smile, showing all of his perfect teeth.
- That was amazing, can we do it again? - He asked, still looking like he had a shot of serotonin in his body. Ken held your hand and your face and gave you another kiss, this time he tried to open his mouth and you gave him permission, trying to find his tongue. The man let out a groan you weren't expecting and it made you tremble between your legs, but forced to stay sane because he was still someone different.
When you parted ways he kissed the back of your hand and smiled at you.
- I've never done that before, but I've watched some movies and saw people kissing all the time. How did I do?
You laughed softly and cherished his face with one of your hands, still feeling numb from the kiss.
- It was really good, Ken. But you still wanna leave, and we can't keep doing that if you're not staying. - You sighed between the words and the realization of him not being there anymore opened a hole in your heart. Never in a million years would you think feeling something for a man-doll would hurt like hell, but he made his presence more than just comfortable and wonderful.
- I don't know what to say now. I guess I wanna go back, I'm afraid I won't be a good person here. - He looked down and rubbed his face like he was starting to have all the emotions at the same time. It must be pain. He was sad when he came in, felt happy when he kissed you and now he was distressed. - Do you think I can try? I really like you, I know that. But what if I don't act like you all?
- Look, you don't have to fight against it, just take your time. What you're getting now is a mix of emotions and it means you have feelings. You know I'm always gonna be by your side if you decide to stay, but I can't choose for you.
- If you could, would you like me to stay? - He asked, looking at you like a lost puppy. Of course he would do that, even if it wasn't intentional. "In a fucking heartbeat, yes".
- I would love if you stayed. I told you before, I would always help you get through all this. - You smiled at him, giving him the comfort he needed. You were always there for him, you made him make friends with people you trusted and know would never hurt him. You made him realize real world isn't so bad, even though you prepared him to the madness and evilness that could happen along the way.
- I just don't know if I would be good enough for you. I wasn't good enough for Barbie, she didn't care about me like I cared about her. And now I understand what a feeling is, because when she turned me down I felt sad. I wrote her a song, talked about how she only saw me as a friend.
His words sounded really hurt, and you weren't sure it was a good option to make him stay and he clearly wasn't over her. It was all fucked up for you at that moment, but you just wanted to live the present, the future can wait.
- Hey, I'm not sure I told you before, but you're enough okay? You're something any woman, or even a doll, would love to have as company. If she didn't see you as a boyfriend that's too bad for her, she's losing one of the best things in that world. - You gave him a genuine hug and he tightened his grip around you. Ken let out a sigh and you realized he was definitely having his feelings all over the place and it wasn't something new, he just couldn't see through it.
- If I stay, can we make this thing work? I wanna become better. - The blond man asked in a muffled way as his face was still resting on your shoulder. - I wanna be Kenough for you.
You couldn't resist but to smile and laugh a little at the sweet pun he made. After a few seconds hugging him, you bit your lip and agreed with him. He gave you another hug, this time he made sure he wouldn't let go of you so soon and you could hear Ken say "thank you". You have no idea what's the next step as you were still lost in everything that happened in such short time. He would never hurt you, and you knew you would never hurt him either. He was willing to give a new life a chance, and you made sure you'd be there with him. Maybe you could make this work, maybe you could live in your own "Barbieland".
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THIEF, H.Brown
Hobie Browne x fem!!supervillain!!reader
summary: y/n and Spider-Punk have always had a complicated relationship, torn between fighting and flirting most of the time. But that gets put to the test when danger is afoot.
tw!! swearing, kissing? violence, sexual innuendos
notes - I am yet to read the Spider-Punk comics so if some of this doesn't seem accurate to his world I do deeply apologise- I'll be doing research whilst writing to make sure I don't mess anything up for him :)
"COULD YOU ACTUALLY KEEP WATCH THIS TIME?"HER ACOMPLACE, MAX, SPOKE TOWARDS A DAYDREAMING Y/N.
She snickered and glanced to him. --"I always keep watch."She said simply. He hummed in response as he picked the lock of the British museum.
"And yet somehow- Spider-Punk always somehow manages to stop us before we can even steal anything."His tone held annoyance to which she only grinned in response. --"Spider-Man."She corrected with a pointed finger.
"He hates being called Spider-Punk."She informed him, shrugging after receiving a look from Max. --"Are you certain you don't know his identity?"He scoffed, returning to picking the lock.
"Positive, Max."She lied, her blue eyes moving to staring straight forward.
Her relationship with Spider-Punk was weird from the very beginning but it only got weirder when she figured out who he was under that funny-looking mask.
Hobie Brown.
What's funnier about her knowing his identity is that he has no idea that she knows. She had seen him unmask in an alley months ago. And though she wasn't entirely close with Hobie, to begin with- she knew if she started randomly speaking to him a lot more than she normally would it would arise suspicion.
Believe me, she wanted nothing more than to randomly start speaking to him more, get to know the man beneath the spider-suit but she ultimately decided that it was a terrible idea.
Hobie Brown was better off not knowing that she knows.
"Alright, I don't trust you enough."She snapped her offended attention to Max who had finished picking the lock. --"You get the stuff and I'll keep watch."He ordered.
She sighed but nodded in agreement. --"At least I don't get the boring job this time."She hummed as she disappeared through the museum doors.
Her long blonde hair cascaded down her suit which prompted her to lift her hands and tie it into a ponytail. y/n came from a long line of family burglars unfortunately so she knew exactly how to dress and act when she was stealing from somewhere.
Thus she was dressed in a black bodysuit, and combat boots sat on her feet. She also wore a mask which was tied firmly around her head with a piece of thick ribbon.
Tilting her head back, she glanced around the museum with a small smile on her face. She had never actually been to a museum before. She never had the opportunity to due to her father's demands.
Reaching into her hip bag she pulled out a pouch of white dust. Emptying some onto her gloved hand, she put the pouch back into her bag.
Swallowing nervously she lifted both hands, slapping her hands together so the dust could spread around the room successfully. Within seconds she could see where the security lasers in the room were.
There weren't many, surprisingly.
Eyeing the ones in front of her, she took a few steps back before running forward- successfully dodging the lasers. She stood in the middle of the room just as her phone buzzed.
Her eyebrows pulled together in surprise as she pulled the device out. Her father was always strict to not send anyone messages during a heist so her phone buzzing was incredibly surprising.
MAX -
LOOK OUT!!
sent at 23:28
Just as she was about to make her way back to Max to figure out what the fuck was going on there was a loud bang.
This loud bang was an explosion coming from the front of the museum. Her eyes widened as she started running towards the back- taking notice of how the lasers had disappeared- the security system must have been destroyed.
Another explosion sounded- this one packing a way bigger punch than the first. The force of the explosion sent her flying, nearby exhibits collapsing at the impact.
She had collapsed to the ground, curling herself up into ball to avoid any pieces of structure falling on her. Once the shaking of the building had come to a stop she pushed herself up to sit on her knees, her eyes wide with confusion.
Just as she turned her attention to the front of the museum a group of thugs come waltzing in, guns in hand. And Max in hand.
Her gaze darkened as she rose to her feet, catching the attention of the one in front.
"well if it isn't, Black Cat."He snickered, he pointed to Max with his gun carelessly. --"Should have known you'd be here if you're little bitch was."He spoke.
She hummed as she walked closer, stepping over pieces of wreckage. The man instantly turned the gun on her prompting her to lift her hands up in defence.
"Drop what you've nicked."He demands. She chuckled and shook her head. --"I haven't even stolen anything yet."She informed him.
The click of his gun is heard as he fires a warning shot to the ground just next to Max, causing the man to flinch in surprise.
"You think am an idiot? Drop it."the gunsman snapped at her. The second the sentence left his lips a web shot out from above, sticking to the mans gun and pulling it away from him.
"Nah."A familiar voice spoke and y/n had to fight the smile on her face. --"I reckon you're an idiot, mate."
Hobie dropped down out of nowhere, standing a couple of feet away from y/n. --"Good one, Spider-Punk." she told him sarcastically, smiling brightly in his direction that she had no doubt he was scrunching his nose up at.
"Don't just gawk you fuckin' idiots!!"the shooter snapped to his men. --"Shoot them."He demanded.
This demand had y/n snapping her head forward in surprise just as an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her figure as she goes flying suddenly.
Hobie, upon hearing the demand had instantly grabbed ahold of y/n to swing her to safety somewhere. He didn't want her getting hurt in the process of him taking these shooters down.
He landed them somewhere behind a pillar, that was as best as he could do without risking being shot at.
"My hero."She mocked as she pressed her back against the pillar, peeking around the corner. --"'don't believe in heroes."He reminded her and she chuckled and glanced at him.
"Then what exactly are you doing, spider?"She mocked. He shrugged and gestured to her, --"Rescuin' a damsel."He responded just as mockingly.
"Lucky for you"She reached into her boot to pull out her own handgun. --"I don't need rescuing." she spoke, leaning forward to glance around the pillar.
"Where the fuck did you get tha'?"He asked, surprised at the weapon she had pulled. --"2293 mind your own business street."She responded as she suddenly moved from one pillar to another.
"What is with the mask? that one's new." He gestured to the mask on her face. --"Oh you don't like?" She teased, turning her head to his.
"Didn't say that, love." He responded, smirking underneath the mask. She smirked and leaned forward a little, --"I'll be sure to wear it more often, then."She told him. His gaze fell to her thigh highs.
"What else you got in those?" He questioned, gesturing to her boots. The smirk never wiped from her face. --"Wouldn't you like to know." She retaliated, her eyelids hooded as she stared up at him.
Hobie swallowed as y/n suddenly moved again from the pillar they were behind to another one, her gun drawn.
He debated staying by her side but ultimately settled on taking down the shooters before they actually hurt someone. y/n watched him disappear up to the roof and she turned her attention forward.
She wasn't actually considering killing anyone, the gun was simply for protection. Spotting one of the shooters she sneaked around the edge of another pillar before running forward and sweeping his legs with her own causing him to fall to his back, she kicked his gun away with her feet and delivered a swift punch to the side of his head, knocking him out instantly.
The click of a gun made her snap her head to the side in surprise only to see the same shooter as before, this time with the gun pointed at Max.
"you're ruining everything you bitch, "he snapped at her as her eyes flickered to Max. --"Let my brother go."She demanded, her voice strong.
The shooter only chuckled at the demand, failing to see the way she had angled her gun in her hands. --"Not happening."he mocked just as she pulled the trigger.
The bullet lodged itself into the shooter's foot. He let out a loud cry of pain, releasing Max as he fell to his ass. y/n rushed over to her brother to make sure he wasn't injured which he wasn't thankfully.
But she was too busy checking on her brother that she completely missed the gun that was pointed in her direction.
BANG!!
A bullet came hurling in her direction, grazing over the corner of her shoulder. A loud cry of pain passed her lips as she doubled over, her hand instantly flying to her shoulder.
Max's eyes widen and he instantly grabs the gun from y/n's hold, pointing it towards the man who had shot at her, shooting him straight through the shoulder.
y/n fell to her knees, grunting in pain as she pressed against her injury. Max kneeled down next to his sister, a worried expression on his face but he knew they didn't have time to dilly dally here.
"y/n, hey- look at me."He cradled her face in his hands. --"We have to get out of here before we're taken."He reminded her, nodding towards Hobie who was nearly finished up with the last remaining shooters.
She huffed out and nodded her head. --"I know. You take the roads I'll take the alley like usual."She mumbled as she stumbled to her feet. Max shook his head.
"You're injured we shouldn't split up-"He attempted to argue but shut up the second y/n shot him a look.
"Road way. Got it."He mumbled, taking a few steps backwards before running off.
Turning her head, y/n kneeled down next to the guy that she had knocked out, ripping off some of his shirt to tie around her injured shoulder.
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She staggered down an alley, a hand pressed to her shoulder instinctively. Her hand clutched the gun she had stolen from the man she had knocked out, worried she would run into more trouble.
Tonight could have gone a lot smoother.
Not only did she get injured but she had failed to steal anything of meaning from the museum. Boy, was her dad going to be pissed at her and Max.
Perhaps that was why she was taking her time walking through this alley. She could have been home a while ago but she slowed her steps- wishing to enjoy the peace she was getting in that moment.
Not to mention she was going to have to be stitched up and she knew that was going to hurt like a bitch.
"That looks like it hurts a belter."
Her eyes widen and she instantly spun around, the gun pointed at the source of the voice. She relaxed somewhat when seeing Hobie hanging there, upside down, his face covered by his mask.
"Are you following me, bug? I'm flattered." She mused taking a step forward as she dropped her arm holding the gun.
He only chuckled in response. --"You're a wanted thief aren't ya?"He asked sarcastically to which she hummed and nodded her head, pouting her bottom lip as she walked closer to the upside down man.
"You have to be a good thief to actually be wanted."She said with a chuckle, deciding to slip the gun into her boot. She raised an eyebrow, --"You not going to take me in?"
Hobie didn't respond for a moment. --"Nah. I'm not gonna to take you in, y/n."
She was surprised to hear her real name come from him. --"Ah. You know my name now." She put on a brave face as she lifted a hand to pull off his mask. --"Hobie." She finished as she pulled his mask off fully, clutching the fabric in-between her gloved hands.
Hobie didn't have a surprised look on his face. He looked calm and concerned. --"How long have you known?" She questioned after a moment of silence.
"A while. You?"
She raised both of her eyebrows. --"Ditto."
She lifted a finger to press against his eyebrow piercing. --"Always liked you're piercings." She hummed, dropping her eyes to look into his brown ones.
"You goin' to get on with it or not?"He said boldly, she quirked an eyebrow as she scoffed a small laugh, taking another step forward.
And as she leaned closer, she glanced down, taking his shut eyes as consent enough to press her lips against his. Her hands lifted to rest against the side of his face, no longer caring that her shoulder was in agony cos holy fuck she was kissing Hobie Brown.
Hobie, being upside down of course, leaned into the kiss as much as he possibly could but left all the work up to y/n who moved her lips tenderly against his.
They had both wanted this for a while and now knowing who one another was helped significantly with getting across the finish line.
Hobie dropped one of his hands from above him to rest on the back of y/n's head, pushing her further. His fingers tangled themselves in her blonde ponytail, taking enjoyment in twirling chunks of her hair between his fingers.
Of course they knew they couldn't do this for the rest of the night and they are reminded of that fact when a sudden pain shot through y/n's arm causing her to let out an abrupt gasp of pain against Hobie's lips.
She hissed and retracted her lips, leaning her forehead against his chin as she removed her hand from his face and placed it over her injured shoulder.
"you need patchin'" He informed her like it was old news. She chuckled through the pain and nodded her head, shutting her eyes as she tried steadying her heart rate.
The thud of him dropping to the ground in front of her didn't make her open her eyes, she kept them shut, resisting the urge to squeeze her shoulder.
"you can crash at mine, tonight."He told her. Now that did make her snap her eyes open.
"What? Hobie I can't, my dad-"
"You're dad's going to be nicked tonight."he blurted out causing her to pause, her eyes wide.
Hobie was fully aware of the difficult situation that y/n was in with her dad. All of her friends knew that she had a weird relationship with him. And when Hobie found out that she was Black Cat he finally understood why she always seemed so afraid to even mention him.
y/n's dad had been forcing her to steal since she was a child but that could all finally stop if he was going to prison.
"You're free, y/n."He informed her.
y/n hated her father. Always has. He had taught her to steal since she was 5- abusing her when she refused. She had never wanted to be a thief in the first place, she wanted to be an artist. But her dad had always only had money in mind.
But if he was going to be prison she wouldn't have to do this anymore.
Without warning she had lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Hobie's waist. Hobie didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her figure, accepting the hug without a seconds thought.
She pulled back, a small smile on her face as she lifted her hand to pull off her mask. Hobie smiled at that. She handed him back his mask as he noded to her shoulder.
"Let's head to mine."
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a/n
this was so shit and I apologise- I was actually thinking about making this an actual book on my wattpad cos I like the idea of this very much- I had to rush everything into this one I apologise- apologies if the kiss seemed rushed- if I do decide to make it a book it will be the complete opposite I promise!!
#hobie brown imagines#hobart brown imagines#across the spiderverse#spider punk#spider punk imagines#hobie brown#hobart brown#miles morales#spiderman#hobie x reader#x reader#imagines#romance#spiderman into the spiderverse#into the spider verse#spider gwen#pavitr my beloved#i love hobie brown#spider punk is so cool oh my god#fanfiction#fanfic#kiss#fypage#oneshot#holy shit i love him#wattapad
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➵ sk8ter boi -> c.b
(first person p.o.v)
⚠︎ smut (mdni)
✎ opposites attract au , non-idol!au
summary : you never thought in a million years to be attracted to a boy like beomgyu. His baggy clothes, scrappy shoes, long hair just wasn’t a click with your elegant dresses, tight skirts, ballet dancer- self , but somehow he managed to steal your attention.
beomgyu x fem. reader
wc : 4.5k
(first post kinda nervous)
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“come one it’ll be fun!” my friend chaewon said shaking my shoulder making me sigh.
i normally love to go out , but today is not it , even though it’s summer, it feels like a crappy , frizzy spring day.
“my hair will get all frizzy and shit chae, it’s too hot anyways for a picnic .” i said making her pout.
“aw come on!! we barely get any breaks from ballet classes , let’s take advantage of it, pretty please? “ i mean she was right , almost everyday did we go to ballet classes with little to no breaks not to mention chaewon is the one that can never go out.
“fineee i’ll go , but if my hair gets all ugly after i’ll blame it on you.”
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“isn’t this so cute?” chaewon said as she looked at how all the food and decorations were arranged.
she made some sandwiches that were heart shaped, neatly cut fruit , homemade chocolate chip cookies and strawberry lemonade.
ok i got to give her props for this. almost making me forget how bad i didn’t want to come.
“glad you came ?” yeji , my other friend said.
“i guess this isn’t so bad.”
the three of us began eating and talking about random stuff throughout the afternoon, mostly about ballet since it’s all we do 24/7.
“i’ll try and see if i can miss class tommorow, my feet are in no shape to keep up with practice seriously.” yeji said referring to her injury two days ago.
“you know damn well Ms. jung will go nuts, she hates it when we miss and then she gives you a whole lecture on how much a failure you are for not coming to class.” chae responded making me chuckle and nod.
yeji just sighed in defeated knowing she was right.
as we kept talking we hard noise coming from behind us. more like skateboards rolling.
we turned around to be surprised with a group of skater boys. of fucking course.
“dammit chae, you could’ve at least chosen a park with no skateboard rink , you know how much we dislike those weirdos.”
yeji bursted out laughing at my comment.
“you mean! but you’re right.” chaewon chuckled at her remark and apaologized.
“my bad, i thought they retired or something, i never see them when i come here.”
“why the fuck are they coming our way?”
they walked our direction and stopped right in front of us.
“what are you little pink princesses doing here?” one of them said.
gosh how can anyone be attracted to this? huge clothes, worn out converse, shaggy hair , don’t they have any decent clothes ?
“oh shut up yeonjun, this is a public park, can we not be here?” chaewon said.
how the fuck does she know his name ?
“woah calm down, i just thought you girls will be in that cage y’all call ballet.” he said making the rest of the guys chuckle.
“can y’all just leave us alone? go on with your dirty ass skateboards and go away.” i said anger taking over me.
“nice insult , really it almost made cry barbie wannabe.” another one of them said. this one was worse, that hair, dear lord. someone give this kid some scissors, how can he even see?
“you seriously cannot be talking about my appearance when you look like that dumbass, you-“
“stop! girls let’s just go, it’s getting late anyways.” yeji said stopping me to keep going leaving him smirking. i swear to fucking god.
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it was the next afternoon and i was feeling drained. i was just leaving my daily ballet classes and all i wanted to do was to take a fat ass nap. but then my grumbling stomach had other plans.
i drove to the nearest restaurant that i could find. what’s the difference? it’s all burgers and fries anyways.
my annoyance got bigger as i saw the line to order food.
god just kill me right now.
it was like a 15 minute wait until i was finally the next in line.
as i saw the person leave the register i felt someone get in front of me. i only saw the back is his head but i already knew who it was.
“excuse you asshole? i was waiting before you!” i exclaimed at him . i was hungry as fuck of course i’m angry.
he turned around smirking.
“oh my bad didn’t see you there.” that’s all he said before telling the cashier his order.
at this point i was huffing like a little kid throwing a tantrum.
“who the fuck do you think you are? i’m really fucking hungry.” i said shoving his shoulder but he didn’t budge making me even angrier.
i threw a couple of more insults at him but he just ignored me and finished ordering.
he thinks he owns the place or something?
i finally got to order after an eternity of waiting, more than half of that time was me insulting that long-haired freak.
as i got out my debit card the cashier spoke up.
“don’t worry it’s all taken care of”
huh?
“i’m sorry what? im not friends with the owner or anything.”
“the dude before you told me to pay your meal on his card.”
that skater dude ?
confusion isn’t enough to describe how lost i was.
i walked to where he was sitting not sure on what i was going to say to him.
“why did you pay for my food ?” i straight up said genuinely curious on his intentions.
dude cut the line and was a total jerk to me but then pays for my food?
“felt like doing some charity work.”
i clenched my jaw at him wanting to keep on insulting him but he payed for my food so i have to act nice for now i guess.
“look whatever this shit that’s happening just make it stop, we’re not friends or anything , thank you for the food but i really didn’t need that, now go one and leave me alone jerk.”
“looks like someone can’t take a joke, calm down, you look very funny when you’re mad _______.”
how the fuck does he know my name ?
“how the fuck do you know my name?”
he stayed silent for a moment.
“i just do , now if you excuse me i have places to be in.”
that’s all he said before leaving the restaurant leaving me utterly flabbergasted.
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“yeji , this isn’t a classy party, this is a straight up fuckplace.”
i looked around as all i could see is people drunk out of their minds grinding on each other , punching each other, while me and my friends are here dressed like we were having dinner with the president.
“seriously i’m sorry, my friend told me it was going to be better than this, ugh a bunch of low lives are the only ones here, i’ll go get us a drink.”
i turned to chaewon who now seemed to be getting along with some other girl leaving me looking like a loser.
and erupt of laughter caught my attention as i looked where it was coming from.
you’ve got to be kidding me.
of course it was them.
those guys.
they were surrounded by girls , some one their laps and some on their side. they had beers all over the table.
but for some reason i couldn’t find the one that has been up my ass-
oh there he was.
he was walking to the table with a beer in his hand taking a seat. i saw a girl approach him which seem to startle him for a moment but then followed on her flirting.
wanting to get away i went upstairs to see if i could find a bathroom. by the way bad idea.
still confused on how girls like that kind of men.
a bunch of drunks all over the hall that i could barely go through them.
when i thought i was finally there someone grabbed my arm.
“what’s a pretty little thing like you all alone?” an unknown man who’s breath smelled like beer and cigarettes combined said.
i’m so close to gagging right now.
“leave me alone asshole.” i said trying to get away from his grip but it was useless, he was much stronger.
“playing hard-to-get aren’t we? how about we-“
“she said to leave her alone dude.” a voice said behind him making the man turn around .
“awww what is little emo beomgyu going to do?”
suddenly a punch was thrown making me flinch at the sudden move.
the drunk man was now on the floor moaning in pain.
who i suppose is beomgyu hissed at the pain in his knuckles as he literally knocked him out.
i was still in shock but he grabbed my hand and led me to god knows where.
“why the fuck are you here? this place isn’t safe for people like you.”
“excuse you? i can go wherever i want, you can’t tell me what to do.”
he rolled his eyes in response.
“you know what i mean , like seriously, the people around here are just bad.”
“then why are you here?”
he sighed before answering.
“this is just where i grew up in, it’s hard letting go of the places i know the most , that’s why i know what i’m telling you.”
we finally got outside of the supposed “bar.”
“well thanks for saving my ass, i’ll get going now, i’d rather not bother my friends right now. “
i said and started making my way to the side walk but got stopped once again.
“you’re crazy. i just told you how dangerous this area is and you want to go home alone, at 1am by yourself ? “
“well my phones out of battery so i can’t call no one to pick me up and i don’t like taking ubers.” i shrugged.
“you’re so oblivious god, i’ll take you home dummy.”
yeah right.
“pftt in what? you’re little skateboard? no thanks i’ll walk.”
he’s got to be fucking with me.
“very funny, but no i have a car, you know my life doesn’t just revolve around skateboarding.” he said dangling his car keys in my face and led me to where he was parked.
damn it , his car was nice.
i was hoping to make fun of it but i can’t.
it wasn’t even dirty, it looked almost new and not cheap at all.
“your car’s not bad.” i said trying to keep my cool. i’m not trying to make his ego burst or anything.
“thanks , i can tell how hard it was for you to say that.” he said smirking.
see this is why i keep compliments to myself.
“so where to? “
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The car rider was pretty much him asking me basic questions nothing too special, but still kind of awkward. i didn’t really know him like that.
“you’re served princess.”
“ugh stop calling me that , you’re making me regret even getting in your car.” he just laughed at my words.
“calm down, just go home and rest.” he said but then he looked like he wanted to ask me something .
“umm do you think i could maybe have your number? it’s nothing like that, just maybe to um kind of um keep in contact or i don’t know, never mind i’m-“
“it’s alright.”
i responded tired of listening to him ramble.
not going to lie, it’s fun seeing him in this state, shy and all, making me feel bigger.
he handed me his phone and i typed in my number then giving it back to him.
“alright then um have a good sleep.” he said awkwardly and drive away before i could even answer.
i found myself laughing at the way he suddenly acted. kind of cute.
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during this past month i found myself actually getting along with beomgyu.
since the day he dropped me off and gave him my number, we’ve been texting and meeting up places, obviously we still argue and bully each other but we both know we’re just joking around.
i never thought that i would become actual friends with a skater boy, just from how i talked about them last week is enough to tell how i feel about them.
now i’m sitting here with chaewon and yeji at a diner. not paying much attention to what they’re saying since beomgyu started to message me.
“she’s so fucking annoying i swear.” yeji said making both her and chaewon laugh.
they both quiet down when they saw me not paying attention at all.
“umm miss? you’ve been on your phone this whole time. what’s the point of going out with us acting like that?” chaewon stated making me look up at her for the first since i got here.
“what did you say? sorry it was just something in my phone.”
“clearly, you’re always on that damn phone nowadays, who are you texting nonstop?”
i cannot tell them i’m texting beomgyu, i will not hear the end of it.
“no one, just a childhood friend i was catching up with.” good lie.
chaewon looked at me suspiciously knowing automatically i wasn’t being fully honest.
“mmm i don’t buy that, let me see.” she tried to take my phone but i quickly moved my hand and put it behind me.
“woah that’s definitely not a “childhood friend” why are you being so secretive?”
“you’re definitely hiding something ______.” yeji added.
“it’s just- ugh , you girls are gonna eat me alive.”
“aw c’mon , it can’t be that bad, give me that phone.”
i gave up and let them both see my messages knowing i couldn’t just hide it from them forever.
both widened their eyes and looked directly at me.
“are you shitting me right now?”
“HIM?!
“weren’t y’all about to kill each other that other day?”
i shushed them at how loud they were being.
this cannot get any more embarrassing.
i snatched my phone from their hands starting to blush for no reason.
“i don’t know we just started to hang out, that’s it, nothing more.”
“you could do so much better though.” yeji said .
“no no no it’s not like that i swear.”
“he’s not your type though, those baggy clothes..” chaewon said scrunching up her face making yeji agree.
“you’re right you wouldn’t fall for a guy like that, we shouldn’t worry about it.” yeji said laughing.
yeah , why on earth would i ever like a guy like beomgyu?
>>
“are you serious right now? “ i stomped my feet angrily at my brother telling me that he can’t pick me up since he got football practice after i repeatedly told him to tell me in advance if he couldn’t, but no, the mister waits until last minute to tell me. now i have no ride home.
it was a gloomy friday afternoon after ballet practice, all my friends have already gone home and i feel bad if i call them right now asking them to come back and pick me up.
who else could pick me?
of course i know.
i clicked on his contact on my phone and waited anxiously for his answer.
the phone ringed for about four times, me know thinking he wasn’t going to answer.
“hello? “ a deep voice answered . who the fuck is this?
“beomgyu?”
“yes this is me, you woke me up from my nap you fucker.”
yup that was him.
“i need your help, could you maybe pick me up from the ballet studio? long story , i just need a ride. please?” this was in fact the first time i was being polite to him.
“seriously? ugh whatever, i’m just doing this because i’ve got nothing better to do.”
>>
“awww look at you in your cute leotard.” beomgyu said teasingly from the drivers seat as i got into his car.
“shut the fuck up, i was too lazy to change.”
“what do y’all even do in there? stand on your tippy toes all day?”
this man really got the nerve.
“ like you could even do that with your lame ass skateboard.”
“someone’s mad that th- oh you’ve got to be shitting me…”
he said making me look at his direction.
i was so caught up in the conversation i didn’t even notice the huge rainstorm that was happening which flooded the street that lead to my house. now what?
“yeah no way my car’s going through that.” he said referring to the huge body of water a couple of feet away. you could even see cars stuck in it.
“just leave me here and i’ll walk, it’s not that far anyways.”
“are you dumb? you’re not doing that, i’ll just take you to my place, at least until the rain is over.”
i didn’t really have any better choice than that. so i guess to his house i go.
>>
i’ve always liked beomgyu’s house. it felt very cozy and warm. i never told it to his face though, just so his ego can get even bigger? no thanks.
“here’s the bathroom, since you wanted to take a bath.”
i told him in the car ride that i felt tired and a nice warm bath makes me feel better.
i turned on the water and filled it up to submerge myself into the hot water.
i tried my best to relax , but to ugly sensation keeps coming back to me.
even though i wouldn’t be attracted to a guy like beomgyu, he very much does.
i don’t know what it is, he’s not my type at all.
the way he moves his hair out of his face, the way he does tricks with that stupid skateboard, the way covers his scars with stickers instead of bandaids. i hate it , i hate the way he makes me feel. i shouldn’t feel like this. what would my friends say? what would his friends say?
ugh this is too much, i need to get out.
it wasn’t a long bath, but i think was long enough to make my legs feel better.
shit, i’ve got no clothes to change into.
god must fucking love me right?
i awkwardly called out beomgyu’s name hoping i don’t have to scream at the top of my lungs for him to hear me.
thankfully he did.
“can you give me some spare clothes? i kinda have nothing to wear.” i said trying to avoid eye contact as i was only in a towel.
he chuckled and brought me some shorts and a t-shirt. not bad.
“you look cute i guess.” he said going back to his bed as i walked out of his closet.
cute? what’s up with him? shouldn’t he tell me i look disgusting ? weird ?
“so um, where am i sleeping?” i asked awkwardly, gosh what’s happening to me ?
“in my bed? do you normally sleep on the floor or something ?”
“oh with you? i just thought you know…”
“oh trust me ______, nothing like that is going to happen tonight.” he reassured.
>>
it was currently 2am and the thunderstorm somehow got worse making the rain sound echo through out the house.
beomgyu and i were still awake though. we watched a movie or two and ate some fried chicken, the awkward tension that was once here slowly disappeared throughout the night.
both of us are now talking about nonsense when suddenly beomgyu gets a god awful idea.
“let’s play truth or dare “
“what are we? in middle school?”
“aww come on! got any better ideas?”
“i guess not.”
“truth or dare? “ he asked me.
“ truth.”
“dammit, pussy. anyways , um do you have a crush on someone?”
that’s a weird question…
“um i guess so, it’s probably one sided though.”
“one sided? who is it ? im curious now.”
“nuh uh, only one question, so now you truth or dare?”
he thought for a second then spoke.
“i’ll do truth.”
“and you were up my ass for choosing truth , look at you. alright then what’s your ideal type?”
he furrowed his eyebrows and took a while to respond, making me think if this was an uncomfortable question for him.
“someone that i won’t get bored with.”
huh?
“that’s all? no ‘loyalty’ ‘kindness’ or something?”
“nah, that’s all too corny knowing damn well i just want someone i can laugh with.”
okay…
we kept asking questions back and forth, each becoming more and more personal.
until then…
“truth or dare?” beomgyu asked me.
“dare.”
“i dare you to kiss me.”
my brain shut down for a second. WHAT?
“wait what?” i tried to act cool , but on the inside i was having a meltdown.
“you heard me, let’s just try it out, nothing too crazy.”
i took a good ten seconds to think over this.
i mean he’s right, it’s all fun and jokes, it’s not like we’re going to full on make out right?
i slowly leaned into his rosy lips and connected them with mine.
i didn’t expect it to feel THIS good.
he was a good kisser, he completely took over as he kept the kiss going longer than it should have.
i pulled away hesitantly even though i wanted this to keep going.
“sorry _____ , i shouldn’t have asked you to kiss me , i knew you would be weirded out by it but i just couldn’t help myself i wa- “ i cut him off by kissing him again, this time i took control , guessing be was still registering that i kissed him.
he eventually responded to the kiss putting his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. he slowly lowered me into the bed, being on top of me.
the kiss got more intense as he went down lower, sucking on my neck down my collarbone making me moan at the feeling.
he kept kissing lower as he reached my breast. he cupped one of them into his hand squeezing it while he left hickeys all over them.
damn he got some experience i can tell.
it didn’t take long for both of us to be completely nude , we were desperate.
beomgyu went down and slowly spread my legs.
he looked up at me and smirked before going down on me.
he started licking my slit while rubbing my clit making me bite my lip.
i entangled my hands in his already messy hair not wanting him to stop anytime soon.
“ fuck yes , just like that beomgyu.”
he moaned in response as he started sucking my clit. he then inserted two fingers in me with no warning making me yelp.
he started to move his fingers in and out in a slow moving, slowly making it faster.
god he was too good at this.
my legs closed at the sudden sensation of an orgasm and when i thought i was going to cum he took his fingers out.
“what the fuck beomgyu?!”
he chuckled and said..
“clam down princess, i can’t let you cum this easily, seems like someone’s desperate.”
i groaned in frustration and rolled my eyes.
of course he can’t stop fucking teasing me.
he then went through his night table and pulled out a condom and put it on.
he lined himself up in my entrance before looking straight at me.
“you sure you want to do this?”
made my heart warm up.
“yes , i’m sure beomgyu.” i said grabbing his head and kissing him as he went in me.
i haven’t had sex in a long time, so it was more painful than usual.
thankfully beomgyu started slow making it easier to adjust to his size.
“feeling better princess?” i nodded which gave him the green light to go harder.
the pain was long gone , now replaced with pure pleasure.
“ugh fuck yes beomgyu harder.” i moaned
beomgyu grabbed my hands and intertwined them with his as he kept kissing me.
he pulled away and grabbed on of my legs and spread it allowing him to go deeper.
no man has ever made me feel like i am right now.
i feel like a virgin that’s never experienced any sort of sexual interaction before.
i was in a state of euphoria.
i leaned forward switching positions , me now being on top.
i started bouncing on him, slapping noises echoed through the room as i went faster and faster.
i leaned my head back as i felt my climax approaching.
“shit, fuck yes baby, you look so pretty like this.” he said through moans as he rubbed my clit.
he grabbed my waist and started thrusting at an ungodly speed.
“fuck yes, gyu.”
he slapped my ass before turning us back again with him on top.
now he put both my legs on his shoulder as we both came closer to our orgasm.
my back arched as i came leaving me gasping for air.
beomgyu pulled out and took his condom off cumming on my stomach leaving him like me, out of breath.
he laid next to me for a minute in silence. leaving us to process what just happen.
“you know, i’ve always had a crush on you.” he said making me frown and look at him .
“i’m sorry what?”
“yeah, since we were in high school, all my friends knew and tried to make me go up to you but i was too much of a pussy to go talk to you, since you know, you were popular and i knew i had no chance with you.”
no way…
“beomgyu , you’ve liked me since then?”
“yes believe me, i figured the only way to talk to you would be bothering you, so that’s what i did , and you see it worked.” he said smirking .
i smacked my lips slapping his shoulder lightly.
“i guess you could now start teaching me those skateboard lessons you talked about. “
#txt beomgyu#beomgyu#beomgyu x reader#txt twitter#kpop#yeonjun x reader#soobin x reader#hueningkai x reader#beomgyu smut#txt smut#enemies to lovers#emocore#opposites attract#txt fanfic#beomgyu fanfic
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The room is a dim basement room. It has no windows. There’s a liquor cabinet, though, and a bookshelf full of notebooks, and a table and chairs, and a candle lighting the place. The candle doesn’t let off much smoke, but it’s steadily alight, indicating that the room’s oxygen content is still acceptable. A small, blinking device next to it confirms that any other electronic device in the area is well and truly dead. There’s tape sealing the door, so that no one can see the flicker of the candle inside.
There’s a bottle of brandy on the table. The glasses suggest neither party is bothering to savor it. It’s not a brand worth savoring, anyway; for all Scott could easily afford the expensive stuff, that’s not what he feels like he should drink while he’s down here.
He’s slumped forward on the table, hair askew. The hoodie he’s wearing doesn’t fit, because it isn’t his; neither are the sweatpants. He knows for a fact his contact is laughing at him for that. Whatever. She’s one of the only people who gets to know he has enough of a personal life to steal sweats from someone else anyway. May as well take advantage of that while he can. It’s not all impeccably-designed bulletproof suits out here.
“I hear congratulations are in order,” Pearl says from across the table.
“Fuck off,” Scott says.
“...are you already drunk?”
Scott huffs. “So what if I am, huh? It’s not like I need to be alert while you’re out here in full costume.”
Pearl peels herself off the wall. She’s a relatively muscular woman wearing red and black. Her face is masked with a simple red circle. A lunar eclipse. Scott still has no idea how she sees through that thing. He’d made fun of her, back when she chose the getup for her criminal activities. Told her she looked like an evil dinnerplate or something. She’d told him in turn that he looked like a pretentious dork in his chosen costume. Judging by the whispers through the Hero Association about the two of them, though—
God. Through his Hero Association, or just about his.
“Promoted to Vice Commander, huh?”
“I’ve sold my soul,” Scott says, and he takes another deep swig of his brandy.
“You already did,” Pearl says.
“God, I hate you,” Scott says.
“It’s a good thing the feeling’s mutual,” Pearl says.
“I wish we’d never fucking met,” Scott says.
“I killed someone yesterday,” Pearl says.
Scott’s quiet.
“You can’t go telling me that,” Scott says. “That’s another thing to hide. You can’t just—Pearl.”
“I know,” Pearl says. “I know. But for all everyone’s scared of me, I normally manage to avoid—”
“Hah. We were both there when—”
“I know,” Pearl says.
Scott sighs. He pours Pearl a glass and pushes it across the table. Pearl takes off her mask. Her eyes are rimmed red, and her face is covered in splotches. She’s always been terrible at hiding she’s been crying. She’s been terrible at it since they were ten, and had both quite suddenly realized that if it had been hard to have their powers alone, it was even harder once there was evidence they weren’t both just going crazy.
He’s hated her since he was eleven, really. Took the year to realize he probably would have always seen what his powers gave him as useless nightmares, otherwise, but after that, well. The feeling’s mutual, at least. He wouldn’t have been able to stand it, if the feeling hadn’t been mutual.
(A girl who can see deaths, and a boy who can see alternate universes. They make quite the pair.)
“I probably kill more people,” mutters Scott, halfway between a consolation and a competition.
“Not with your own hands.”
“Yeah, does that make it better? I’ve sold my—you know this. You know this.”
“Yeah,” Pearl says. “Yeah, I know. Thought I should congratulate you on succeeding.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome!”
They’re both quiet for a while. Pearl takes a drink from her own glass and grimaces. “You can afford better brandy than this,” she says.
“Fuck off,” Scott says. “I can buy the cheap stuff for this.”
“Your taste is stupid,” Pearl says primly. “Next time we come down here to plan, I bring the drinks.”
“Right. Planning. Because we’re doing so much of that today.”
Pearl sighs. “Does Jimmy know you’re here?”
“Jimmy doesn’t exist, as far as you’re concerned,” Scott snaps. “I buried the man’s documents myself.”
“Eclipse will make anyone exist for the right price,” Pearl tells Scott.
“Jimmy doesn’t, or you don’t,” Scott snaps, voice low.
“Oh, now you’re sounding like a Vice Commander.” Scott gives her a two-fingered salute. Pearl shrugs. “Just saying.”
Scott considers arguing harder. Instead, something in his stomach shifts, and he pours a full glass of brandy. It’s not how you’re supposed to drink the stuff. He might have a good tolerance by now, but he fully expects to wake up with the worst hangover he’s had in years tomorrow. He deserves it.
“You uh… got enough alcohol there?” Pearl says.
“Got unclassified access to the Black Ops files when I was sworn in,” Scott says.
“Jesus,” Pearl says.
“I sold my soul,” Scott says. “I’m in charge of that now.”
“Jesus,” Pearl says again.
“And I kept thinking about the plans we had to—I can’t just dismantle that, Pearl. I can’t just—what are we doing?” Scott realizes his shoulders are shaking. “What are we doing, Pearl? The best of all possible endings? Don’t make me laugh—I can’t see this universe once we’re in it. Who are we to decide, huh? Who are we to, to try to…”
Pearl watches him for a while.
“I could have told you it would be bad,” she said.
“Do you think I didn’t know that?” Scott snaps.
“I killed someone yesterday. It’s not uncommon,” Pearl says.
“Great, so we both deserve to be executed!” Scott says, throwing his hands up. “Some of them started in the scholarship program, Pearl, they were scouted at sixteen!”
“And we were eleven,” snaps Pearl, and Scott shuts his mouth and looks away.
“Yeah, well. That’s not the Association’s fault, is it.”
The air hangs heavy. It smells like booze and candlelight and misery. Distantly, Scott wonders if Pearl was maybe right, asking if Jimmy knew where he was. The only other person on the list of people allowed to know Scott has a personal life, and he’s going to be disappointed in Scott again. Great. Scott’s lucky that, legally, the man doesn’t exist; if someone who legally existed was mad at Scott, he might just finally have to do something about it.
“You’re right,” says Pearl, finally. ”What are we doing?”
She slumps forward in her chair. She knocks back her own drink, but doesn’t pour herself another. Scott isn’t surprised. It’s not safe for both of them to be drunk. If the newly-promoted Vice Commander of the Hero Association is caught drinking with an infamous information broker, it’ll be the end of their house of cards. Scott’s powers helpfully decide to show him what happens at this juncture in that universe. Scandal, collapse, corruption—the worst part is, he thinks, is that it can’t even be all that different from this universe, only that the guy on the inside trying to change anything won’t be in power to do so. Maybe it would even be better.
Pearl ‘slits her throat’ in the night, his powers inform him. It’s not a suicide.
Scott can be selfish about that much. So can Pearl. They can’t be caught.
“I already knew most of it,” Scott says, finally. “But I’m in charge now. I sign the orders, right next to the Commander. I sign the ones his name can’t be caught on, too. I’m in.”
“Who better to lead than a man who can see the future?” Pearl says.
“You know that’s not how it works,” Scott says.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taunted you,” Pearl says.
“Jesus. Don’t apologize. You’ll make me think you’re an imposter,” Scott says.
“Yeah, well, the plan goes forward,” Pearl responds.
“Sure. Yeah. The plan goes forward,” Scott agrees. “The plan goes forward.”
Pearl reaches her hands across the table. Scott looks at them and, after a moment, reaches his own across to grab them. They sit there, holding each other’s hands, for a while, and it’s almost like they’re ten, and every horrible future the two of them can see flash by as possibilities is the end of the world, instead of another messy quagmire of maybe-just-as-bad-as-this-one. It had seemed much clearer then, really. It had seemed much easier. Scott doesn’t know. Maybe they were just stupider as kids.
Then again, he’d hated Pearl by eleven. He couldn’t have been that stupid.
He squeezes her hand tighter.
“Do good by them?” Pearl says, and it’s quiet and pained.
“Yeah,” Scott says.
“Okay,” Pearl says. “Okay.”
Slowly, Scott lets go of Pearl’s hands. He grabs the brandy again. He pours another glass. “I’m gonna get blackout drunk now,” Scott says.
“Sure. Just for tonight. I reserve the right to be sad and drunk next time,” Pearl says.
“Great planning,” Scott says.
“Yeah, well, we’ve still got a few hours,” Pearl says.
“I hate you,” Scott says.
Pearl smiles, for some ungodly reason.
“Yeah, me too.”
They stay there until Scott’s too drunk to stand up straight, and then Pearl lifts him around her shoulders and gets him outside to a cab. In the clothes he stole from Jimmy, no one can recognize him anyway. He’d think the hair would be distinctive enough, but apparently not. He won’t be caught today.
He muddles forward into the one future he can’t quite see.
#a bee fic#scott smajor#pearlescentmoon#no smp tag on this one because it's entirely au and like technically a hc au but scott is here#alcohol#implied/referenced violence#...this is completely without context atm this is me. warming up on a particular au. this has NOTHING TO DO with the plot of that au#you can in fact probably ignore this ficlet for that au. which is. the only reason i'm posting it#anyway. i think we should do more in aus with the insane dynamic that was double life scott and pearl#and this isn't exactly like that but these charaters are a LITTLE inspired by that#see you in like. several months!#me writing whatever this is: aren't superhero aus fun guys
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"The Assistant" [Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader] - Chapter 2
Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.
Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you! If you haven't read chapter 1, here's chapter 1: Chapter 1
Word count: 2k words
[Y/N POV]
Few days have passed since I've moved from Washington to California for this job and stay with Jackie temporarily, I didn't realize that living with your friend could be this fun. I've never had any roommates or anything when I was living in Washington and studying, well I have Kelly who visits me from time to time but things get a little bit lonely when you're not with people. For my case, not anymore.
Jackie and I spent our days going out to eat, look around the city, and talk about stuff that we needed to catch up on before the big day, which is me starting my job as Hailee's personal assistant. I still like to think that this whole ordeal is a fever dream, cause there is no way in hell or heaven that I got a job as her personal assistant. And of course, I decided to dress nice even though Laura didn't e-mail me about the dress code, I still need to look my best when I am face to face with Hailee Steinfeld. I put on a pair of slacks and a pair of black high heels and a while long sleeve button down shirt, my hair is down and I added some light make up and jewelry to make myself a little bit mature and presentable.
"So how do I look?" I asked Jackie, a smile forms on Jackie's face seeing how well put my outfit is "You look amazing! One more thing." Jackie says, standing up from the couch to roll my sleeves up so my forearms are exposed "Better, you look like a Victorian boy with the sleeves down. And I bet it's gonna turn your boss off." Jackie says, jokingly which I rolled my eyes and gently slapping her arm.
"Jackie, I am not there to turn my boss on." I said, chuckling as I straightened my clothes. I checked my phone and my eyes widened to see that it's already 9:25 am, Laura expects me to be at the building around 10:30 am. I start to panic and pace around to grab the essentials that I needed from the counter top, which concerned Jackie a little bit "Y/N, you good?" She asks me.
"I just realized that it's already 9:25, Laura expects me to be there around 10:30." I explained to Jackie, Jackie walks up to me again and asks me "Do you want me to drive you to the office?" Thank God, I became friends with this woman from stan twitter. If I wasn't friends with Jackie, I'd be living on the street by now. "Please!" I said in a dramatic tone, making us both laugh.
Jackie didn't bother glamming up, since she's just gonna drop me off the building I will be meeting Hailee. Jackie just threw in a pair of sweatpants underneath her old gym shorts and a jacket, she grabbed her keys, phone, and wallet patting my back "Alright, I'm set. Let's roll." Jackie says heading out of the apartment, and I followed suite.
After braving the Los Angeles traffic, and a few road rages from Jackie here and there, we managed to arrive at the building at around 10:25. I wouldn't say it was picture perfect but, at least I am not late. I got out of Jackie's car and stared at the huge building in front of me, I turned around and waved goodbye to Jackie before she headed back to her apartment.
My hands start to shake and my legs start trembling, I can already feel the nervousness rushing through my veins as I look at the building right in front of me. I take a deep breath and proceed to enter the building. I walked up to the front desk with a confident smile on my face, my eyes fixate on the name plate the front desk lady has and back at her "Hi, I am here to see Laura McKinnon?" I said in a costumer service-y voice.
When all of a sudden, this woman came out of the elevator, she's blonde and has green eyes, and is also wearing something that a mix of casual and corporate. She's walking up to me with a warm smile on her face, turns out that woman is Laura "Y/N, it's nice to meet you in person. Miss Steinfeld is already expecting you, follow me." Laura told me as I follow her to the elevator, once we were at the elevator, Laura presses a button that leads us to the 12th floor of the building.
As Laura and I arrived at the 12th building, she lead me down the hallway and made me stop outside the door of an office which I assume it's Hailee's. "Wait here for a while Miss Waldorf." Laura says, as she enters the office. I stood there for at least thirty seconds, and after waiting Laura came out of the office "She's ready to see you now." Laura said with a smile on my face as she left.
I took another deep breath and reached for the door knob, twisting it as I enter the office. Once I was there, I was greeted by none other than Hailee Steinfeld sitting on an office chair with a smile on her face, holy hell she's very pretty up close. "You must be Y/N Waldorf." She says, with that smooth sounding voice that will get me weak on my knees in a matter of seconds but I have to be on my best impression and not say anything out of pocket. "Yes, I am Y/N Waldorf. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Steinfeld." I said, trying my best to be confident in front of this gorgeous woman.
Hailee smiles at me and chuckles "Have a seat." She said, gesturing towards the chair across her. I walked up to the chair and sat down, my eyes are now looking into her hypnotizing hazel eyes which caused me to twiddle my thumbs under the desk. "So tell me about yourself, I like to get to know people a little more." Hailee said, I cleared my throat and fixed my posture before I start to speak.
"Well I just graduated college a few months ago, I am born and raised in Washington and I drove all the way from Washington to California... And I live with my friend who I met on Twitter because we are such big fans of you." I said, smiling at Hailee hoping to break the ice between us. Hailee chuckles again, this is the second time I made this woman smile already... I think she likes me.
"You're so dedicated Y/N, just what I need for my team. Also how long have you been a fan of me? Just curious." Hailee asks, the smile not leaving her face. I chuckle and smile at her "Well ever since I've watched The Edge of Seventeen, I loved you as Nadine and yeah... Never looked back ever since." I answered as I keep that smile on my face. Hailee nods, leaning back her chair "Interesting, I love that. Y/N quick question, how long have you been staying with your friend?" She asks, leaning in closer to me, resting her elbow on the desk and her chin on the palm of her hand.
"For almost a week now, I am apartment hunting right now and all I can say is that living in LA is kind of expensive." I say, Hailee chuckles as she moves a strand of hair away from her face "I agree, as time flies the rent in Los Angeles gets higher. I don't blame you, this along with New York, are the cities for dreamers so there are a lot of people living here. Speaking of, do you want to live with me for the mean time?" Hailee asks me her eyes twinkling.
I froze for a second, did Hailee Steinfeld ask me if I can stay with her at her house? In Malibu?!? I looked around my surroundings and looked back at Hailee "Are you serious?" I asked her, hoping she was joking or not. "I am being serious, after all I need to be close with my personal assistant and you won't worry about being late. So what do you say Y/N?" Hailee asks me again, this time a warm smile forming on her face. A smile formed on my face and I nod "Sounds good to me, when do I move in?" I ask her, Hailee leans back again and sighs "Well, how does tomorrow sound? We got some serious business to deal with tomorrow." She asks me back, raising a brow.
"Tomorrow sounds good." I respond, smiling at her with pride as I slowly but surely get used to her now "I am glad to be on this journey with you, Miss Steinfeld." I say, Hailee laughs and shakes her head, she stands up from her chair and I follow suite. "Please, Y/N. Just call me, Hailee instead." Hailee said, extending her arm out for me to shake. I grabbed her hand and I felt how soft and smoot her hand is, which made my heart skip a beat, I shook her hand and gave her a stern nod. "Yep, I'll keep a note on that." I said, letting go of her hand. Hailee smirks and winks at me "Welcome aboard Y/N." She said.
After that, I decided to take an Uber back to Jackie's place. I still can't get over all of this happened today, it still felt like a dream and I can't believe that this job will be the one that will probably change my life for the better.
"Wait, you're gonna live with Hailee?!?" Jackie exclaimed as she grabs a bag of chips from her pantry, I smiled and nodded as she sat down next to me "Yeah, insane right? She said that she wanted me to move in with her." I said, still shocked as I grabbed a handful of chips from Jackie. "You are basically living every fans life, and I am jealous! But at the same time proud of you." Jackie pats my shoulder, putting her arm around me as we binged watch Parks and Recreation.
[HAILEE'S POV]
I had dinner with my manager Laura to discuss things after I met my personal assistant, I sit down across her as our food was served by the server. "Hailee, we need to discuss about your bold move of moving Y/N in your house." Laura said, I furrowed my brows at her words, tilting my head in confusion. "What do you mean by that Laura? I am just doing an act of kindness towards my new personal assistant." I said taking a sip of my beverage and putting it down, Laura sighs as she rubs her temples "I get that, I think it's a good idea. I don't have a problem with that, but however... What if she knows about your secret?" Laura says opening up about the secret.
I swallowed hard, looking around if someone is hearing our conversation "Laura, I've known Y/N just today, I rest assure you that she is a trustworthy assistant. And I bet she won't know what I do behind closed doors." I reassured my manager, I have a feeling that my assistant will not be a huge tattletale despite the fact I've known her already after my conversation with her earlier in my office. "Alright, I trust you on this one." Laura told me, chuckling as she takes a sip of her drink. I smiled at Laura, this woman has been my manager ever since I was a little girl, she's like my second mother at this point "Thanks, Laura." I said as we continued to have dinner. Excited for Y/N to move in with me and start to do some serious business together.
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7 and 29!
7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
I'm a walking stereotype and I end up happy with very little of what I ever write. Which I think all in all is a good thing because it stops me from getting complacent. Like, I think I can string an entertaining story together but I don't think my writing is that sort of prose where you stop and go "oh shit those WORDS tho", y'know? Like you might laugh, you might cry, but there aren't gonna be some majorly profound sentences that you want tattooed on you.
I was pretty proud of this chapter of CTW, though (spoilers ahead!) just because it was such a bastard of a scene to tackle because of the sheer emotion, and I think I managed it in the end. Plus we need more men openly sobbing in fiction.
All this time. When they'd fallen for one another, when they'd planned together, when they'd married. She'd known. She'd carried that burden, and she'd carried it alone. What he hated most was that he could see why she had not told him - for he would have stopped her. If he could go back now and redo it, he would do everything in his power to keep her away. He'd have locked her in their house at Port Royal before departing, and taken his chances out here alone. If he perished as fated, he'd at least do so knowing that she was alive.
But she was not. She's gone. His mind kept repeating it to him, over and over until the sobs that wracked him strained his muscles and the few that weren't so harsh that they were completely silent sounded hoarse and pained even to his own ear - more strained gasps for air than cries. It was wrong. No matter how much his mind stabbed at him with the fact, he could not accept it. The bed in the corner was topped with a red blanket that resembled the colour of her hair much too closely for comfort, and through his blurred vision he kept on thinking it was her. It made no sense, but it made more sense than her being gone. And it was absurd - for he was a soldier. He knew loss. But he'd never known loss like this.
29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
Listen, I'm not a Solas gal as far as Dragon Age goes, but I would give my left arm for this fic to be finished.
Like I know it's not the same as a prequel/sequel, but I can't remember a finished fic I've read where I felt like the author didn't do a stellar job in wrapping it all up to the point where I thought there was another story's worth of stuff to be said! The talent out there is fckn astounding.
Thank you!! And I'm sorry it took me so long to reply to this - these were tough questions 🫠💜
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Help. Pls seal a competent doctor in an envelope and send them to me.
OK. I'm in danger. Ha. Still fighting to stay alive with what I have, but... uh... Two out of three doctors are confirmed incompetent and the third hasn't acquitted himself too well, but I'm not positive he's lacking information I need to live and resistant to learn it. The other two are definitely like that, and that's not good for the ol' complicated health problems. I'm not easy to treat and BOY DO THEY ALL HATE THAT!
Today was the gynecologist. I hate that. I hate having one of those. I hate having to navigate all this gendered shit that's phrased like people like me don't exist. Forget "nonbinary," I have to keep saying "total hysterectomy" over and over and OVER. I hate that this person sees me as NOTHING BUT my gendered body parts and she's REAPEATEDLY refused to engage with anything going on in the rest of my body. I go to this person's office and I become tits and a vagina. Mainly the vagina. With people intermittently forgetting I don't have the other standard equipment.
I didn't know how to prepare for today. I had a week. I made a phone appointment in order to beg for an in-person appointment to lay out all my complicated shit, and she tried to take care of it over the phone anyway. I had not prepared for that. I mentioned that my hair was falling out, as a persistent menopause symptom that was not being addressed, and she focused on that, interrupted me, and went off on how she could not regrow my hair. And, OK. But that wasn't what I meant and she didn't give me room to explain what I DID mean. I did manage to be annoying enough to get the in-person appointment. And then I didn't know what I ought to take with me.
I spent all week going in circles, wondering what she needed to know, and how to say it so she'd understand. I do have the neurodivergent inclination to, you know, explain things when I'm not understood. And I don't know how else to make a doctor understand the type of healthcare I need! Shouldn't they listen to me? I have ample evidence that they don't, but I don't know how they expect to treat me otherwise.
Over the phone, she hit me out of left field with the fact that she's been dragging her feet on my estrogen dose because I had a bad reaction to ONE MEDICATION, ONE TIME. I don't even know if it was the estrogen, it could've been a binding agent or some shit. She decided that for me, she also decided my breast pain was from too much estrogen (even though my dose is at post-menopausal levels) and she's been prescribing me medicine based on that story she told herself.
I told her my experience is that I've never had more breast pain with a higher hormone dose, it's always gotten better... and I'm pretty sure she doesn't believe me. Like, I said that, and she reiterated later that more estrogen causes breast pain. I reiterated, that wasn't my experience and I do have anecdotal evidence at least of women who have breast pain from low estrogen too. She basically went, "OK, here's some higher estrogen. Whatever."
Then I said I was also willing to use the injectable kind, or an implant. Oral estrogen hurt my liver earlier, so I agree with her that something other than that would be safer. I thought she would know about these other methods. I did not research their existence. I mean, estrogen injections? I'm active in trans circles, that's just... That's shit's not special. That's just Tuesday.
She said, "What is that? I've never heard of that." She didn't even know enough about it to think, for a second, "Hmm, maybe I should know about that. Maybe I shouldn't admit I don't know that." Nope. I'm asking for weird medication and the burden is on me to explain this craziness.
What I wanted to say was, "Don't you know even one transwoman? Aren't you in women's health??" But I didn't know what the hell that was gonna get me. I sputtered for a bit and finally managed, "That's... pretty basic gender clinic stuff..."
She said, "Do you want me to refer you to a gender clinic?" right away. Fuck, I should've just said, "YES! I WANT THAT SO MUCH! LET ME GO!" But I was so baffled and confused at that point that I was shaking.
The spouse found a name of an injectable estrogen brand and offered it to her. She had a look at his phone and said, "I don't know what that is and I'm not going to prescribe it if I don't know what it is." She offered a referral to another doctor that does, "Off-label stuff, the crazy stuff the rest of us don't want to deal with." Ha-ha, okay. Cool. Yeah. That's me!
So I have a new patch with more estrogen in it and GOD HELP ME if I have a bad reaction to it. I've never been on this particular type of estradiol before, but I wasn't getting any traction when I asserted there are different kinds of estrogen that I may tolerate better or not as well. No acknowledgement. No engagement. More irrelevant information from the special snowflake who looks things up on the internet and thinks they're smarter than a doctor. Fucking hell, BUT I KNOW WHAT ESTROGEN INJECTIONS ARE.
Oh, and because we waited over an hour past our appointment time to get in, the garage where we parked our car closed before we could get out. We had to beg to be let in. While I was melting down and feeling like I was gonna pass out.
I got a soda and some nuggets, I'm fine. I lived. I got home and looked up injectable estrogen + Canada, because, deep down, I do doubt myself and wonder if I'm insane. Maybe Canadian transwoman suck their hormones out of the mighty moose, fuck if I know. But, uh, no. It's a thing. Yeah. Pretty basic thing. Once weekly injections. No public option for it, though. Trans folks pay extra to be who they are!
Here's the kicker, while we were waiting for the nuggets and soda, the spouse said, "While she was saying that she didn't know what it was, the poster behind her, with the birth control options? Estrogen injection is the third one on there."
"God, why didn't you just point to it?"
"I didn't know what she'd do."
That's... Probably pretty wise, yeah. I don't think she would've done anything GOOD.
I'm not being allowed to participate in my own healthcare as an equal partner. People are just... making decisions for me and never telling me. And they fight me when I say it's not helping and I try to give them some reasons why. They want me to take what they give me and shut up. But that'll KILL me. It HAS BEEN KILLING ME.
The family doctor is at the root of this, he's in charge of everything. I can't get rid of him. I'm trying, but it's not set up so I can get rid of him. There isn't another doctor available who I can switch to. Clinics are filling the gaps, but I can't shitcan my actual doctor to get care on random from a clinic. They won't let me. I'm not familiar with this system. I know someone who knows it better and they're willing to help. We're going to have to get back in touch with them, and I hope they know what to do.
At the moment... I'm not safe. I'm not getting good care. I'm getting bullying, gaslighting and apathy. So much that I worry about posting this stuff on the internet. Like all y'all aren't going to believe me either. Surely, I must be exaggerating. This is... This reads like warmed-over Kafka, or Catch-22. This is my life. For now. While I'm able to fight for it.
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This is... Very much self-indulgent and for my own comfort right now. So, excuse anything that may be off, or a bit OOC.
TW: Apathy crisis, existential crisis.
Cronus Ampora x Reader - Apathy
Cronus was never the smartest fish in the sea when dealing with people, especially when it is other's feelings. He may seem like the emotional type of guy (he has cried multiple times for human love songs), but dealing with others is way out of his league.
He - and the rest of the Beforus trolls for that matter - keep wondering how he managed to actually score one. He was used to shooting his shot at others and missing by well over a mile, so his oh-so-not-smooth flirts actually hitting a soft spot for you made him lose his composure, and get fidgety. An adorable view, truly.
Though in past times his bluntness and lack of emotional knowledge never affected you, it seemed as though fate had other plans.
Apathy. Something all 13 of you have become used, almost acquaintances to. Sadly, being used does not mean it is easy to deal with. Some of you, like Meulin and Rufioh, have mastered the art of surrounding yourself with others to get better. Latula and Porrim tend to dive into hobbies to lessen the effects. You? Oh... Even after what seemed like thousands of years, it is a mystery what actually helps you. That is why, this time, Cronus went too far for you.
It was simple, you were faking till you got better, but he ran his mouth too much.
"Heyy~ hot stuff, are ya mad at somefin? Did'ya stub yer toes? Ya so dry it shorelly must'vwe been somefin goin' on."
A pause, and an answer "I don't know what you're talking about Cro."
"Huh? C'mon, bae~ Lemme guess... Meenah talked shit 'bout yer hair?"
"Is... there something with my hair?"
"wvah- NONONO! No it, uh, it looks as great as ya! Like alwvays, I just, uh, y'knowv howv she can get, haha!"
You knew he was not trying to make you mad, yet... He didn't seem charming when being a dork, this time.
Your pause, the look in your void white eyes that stared at his, and your look at the distance. That showed him something really was up. And also that he fucked up big time by running his mouth today.
"Hey... Hey, look at me."
"What?"
"Y'knowv ya can trust me, right? Ya been here for me, wvhat good of a matesprit wvould I be if I didn't do the same?"
...
"It's the... the thing, again. This stupid thinkpan of mine can't seem to co-work with my bloodpumper. It's like... Y'know how, like, sometimes the reality hits us? that... that we are gonna be here, forever. We will never grow old, travel the world, or... or have a life, again. We are stuck in the bubbles, and we don't have a future ahead of us anymore. Any... certainty we had once, from the moment our session ended, it will never occur, like, ever again."
"Wvoah..."
It took a while, the two of you staring at the abyss, on the edge of the dreambubble you two have been sitting on, a special place for you, as this is one of your bubbles. No one said anything. You couldn't feel uncomfortable, at that moment. The lack of emotions took a deep toll on you, but you instinctively looked at Cronus.
When he looked at you, however, he didn't seem worried. Or afraid. He took his goofy fake 'human' cigarette put it on the corner of his mouth, and gave you his side grin. Not the smug one, the one he puts whenever he is really confident about what he is going to say.
"I mean, ya not wvrong, by any means but... heh... Do ya think it is bad? I mean, hey! Wve are gonna be all here forevwer, so that means wve can at least, like, be together for eternity or wvathevwer. I used to be pretty damn bad wvith these apathy shellnanigans but... I'm not really that afraid anemonemore. I havwe the best fuckin' matesprit in the wvhole 'bubbles and, like, I'm pretty damn shore I can live the rest of a boring eternity if I havwe ya to make it interestin'!"
As you two stared to the far, far void of nothing, outside the bubble, you instinctively reached a hand on top of his, which, as always, sent his face into a violet blush mess, and managed to drag a smile and chuckle out of you.
"Can't complain with that, really."
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"Are you seriously going to say bless you every single time sneeze?" And "bless you, are you sure your ok you never sneeze this much!" With
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〚 Summary - When Alex comes home from work to find you sick in bed, she makes it her mission to take the best care of you.〛
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“Baby? I’m home.” Alex murmured quietly as she silently made her way into the bedroom, letting her bags fall onto the floor. Seeing you all cuddled up in bed, she smiled - ready to curl up right there with you - but her content expression changed when she saw you buried beneath the covers shivering and sniffling.
Hearing her voice, you looked up from bed to see Alex’s worried gaze casting over towards you as she tried to work out what was wrong. The sudden movement of you lifting your head out of the covers caused you to let out an involuntary sneeze into the blankets, causing your nose to run and whined quietly as you reached over to grab a tissue. Alex’s footsteps were quiet as she came closer and you felt the bed dip slightly as she sat down on the edge of it, “Oh love. You’ve caught it too?”
The follow wracking of chesty coughing was enough to confirm her suspicions, “What do you mean ‘too’?” Your unnaturally raspy voice croaked out as her words sank in.
Your girlfriend sighed as she brought her loving hand up to your cheek, holding the back of it against your pale sickly-warm flushed skin, “There’s a whole load of the team who are down with some sort of bug, even Kar’. Oh, did I mention Kara’s blown her powers, again? But considering that we were all together at the party last weekend I’m thinking you caught it there.”
You nodded weakly, unable to muster much of a response in your current state. The realisation that you had indeed caught the same bug as your friends made you feel even more miserable but the feeling of Alex's hand began to slowly run through your messy hair was enough to comfort you a little.
“You should’ve called me sweetheart, you’ve been sick all day I’m presuming,” She murmured softly, her tone smooth and hushed, “I could’ve come home and looked after you. At least it was your day off though, have you been taking care of yourself?” She asked this was a little more seriousness. If she wasn’t here to take care of you herself then she would’ve hoped to God, you had the sense to not neglect yourself either.
You sniffled again and nodded, appreciating Alex's concern. "I tried my best to take care of myself, but it's just been a rough day. I didn't want to bother you at work, and I thought I could manage on my own." Your voice was still raspy, and you reached for another tissue to blow your nose but it only really served to irritate the tickling appendage and your face shifted into the all too familiar expression.
“H..h’ktshoo!..hh’KSshhiew!.hHih'tchuu!”
Alex’s eyes widened a little at your outburst, “Bless you, bless you and bless you!” She exclaimed, trying to be mindful of her volume whilst still being shocked.
Alex leaned closer; concern etched on her face. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to take care of you earlier. Let me make it up to you now." She gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "You just rest, okay? I'll take care of everything, so let me help you breathe a bit better alright?”
You nodded, not really having the energy to do much else. Your girlfriend gave you another kiss before disappearing off into the bathroom, returning shortly after with another box of tissues and a small recognisable green vile.
She sat back down on the edge of your bed and pulled the covers surrounding you down a little, exposing your chest. “Can I?” She asked, her hand wavering over the buttons to your pyjama shirt, waiting for consent. You closed your eyes and nodded, letting your head fall back onto the pillow, too tired to hold it up any longer.
“Just stay awake a little longer for me baby, I’ll put this on and get you some medicine, okay pumpkin?” She whispered before opening the vile. The strong scent of vapour rub came from within and she gathered some of her fingers and slowly began massaging it onto your exposed chest. The effect was almost instant, the cooling gel relieved some of that heaviness from your chest and you felt the congestion in your sinuses shifting.
This seemed to be a welcome feeling at first but it made your sinuses itch desperately.
“hHEh-ehtshiew! H…h’itSHiEw!” Your loud sneezed reverberated through the room but your nose continued to itch and your breath hitched yet again as you fell into another fit of sneezes.
“I-I’m alright.” You sniffled wetly after managing to catch your breath, already answering Alex’s question and maybe you would’ve convinced her… if you hadn’t sneezed immediately afterwards.
“Goodness love, bless you! Are you sure you’re okay though? You never sneeze this much.” She sighed, handing you a fistful of tissues which you took gratefully.
“I can breathe.” You mumbled, to your credit, your barely audible voice did sound a little less congested now, “I’m okay but are you seriously going to say bless you every single I sneeze, that’s going to get old fast.”
Alex chuckled softly, her eyes filled with warmth and amusement as she watched you sneeze and blow your nose. She reached over to stroke your cheek gently.
"Well, I can't help but say 'bless you' when you're sneezing up a storm like this. It's just reflex at this point," she replied with a playful smile. "But don't worry, I won't say it every single time. I'll save it for the truly impressive sneezes." She winked teasingly.
You couldn't help but crack a small smile. Alex always had a way of lightening the mood, even when you were sick. You longed to stay awake, to keep listening to her voice but the alluring pull of sleep was beginning to slowly take hold.
She knew you wouldn’t be able to stay awake much longer and decided it was better to let you rest and have you take the medicine in the morning so Alex quickly got changed into some of her own pyjamas and snuggled up beside you in the bed, letting you nestle into her side.
As you settled into her warm embrace, Alex wrapped her arms around you, providing a sense of comfort and security. She gently kissed the top of your head and whispered softly, "Sleep now, my love. I'll be right here with you."
You closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion overwhelming you. The sound of her steady heartbeat and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed was gently lulling you into a soft and peaceful slumber and you felt nothing but love and care.
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Misdirection & Birthday Gifts (Yassine Bounou x reader)
Description: You go all out to make Yassine's birthday one he would never forget.
Warnings: none
“Nooooooooooooo” he mumbles into your chest as you once again fail to escape the arms around your middle.
“Yassine you need your birthday suhoor!”
“What I need is for my wife to accept my birthday wish and stay right where she is!” he groans, only tightening his grip. Birthday or not, Yassine was not one to have his peaceful slumber to be disturbed. And by his wife no less? Absolutely not.
“But we have things to do!”
“It’s MY birthday and you’re telling me we have to go against my wishes and do stuff? What if I just want to lay in bed with the love of my life all day?” he questions, still refusing to leave his spot. He’s exactly where he needs to be and so are you. He genuinely cannot see what else he needs on his special day. Well, maybe a few things maybe but that was for much later.
“Okay what if we make it together?” you try, he was going to have to get out at some point but maybe he just needed some good old-fashioned compromise to help him out. He does once again tighten his grip around your waist but thankfully he concedes.
“Fine but we have to stay in for a little bit longer.”
“But-”
“No buts, it’s 3 in the morning. You think I wouldn’t catch on to an early escape plan?” he finally leaves his spot to look up at you with a raised eyebrow. You widen your own eyes as you realise that your super secret plan really wasn’t all that secret. There really was no hiding from him.
You decide that any further bargaining is fruitless, relaxing back into the bed and he readjusts himself so his head is under your chin again. You run your fingers through his fluffy, messy hair and lightly scratch his scalp, making him hum in relief and satisfaction. Admittedly, the quiet moments with him were nice. Both of your lives were so hectic with both of your careers blossoming into huge successes. The past few months had been less than desirable for Yassine as his club seemed to only be sinking further and further into its fateful position on the La Liga table. He was more stressed out than he had ever been so days like this were very much needed. And moments like this moreso. What was even more frustrating was that moments like this were growing more and more infrequent so you best bet he was going to make the absolute most of them when he got them.
You press a kiss to the side of his head and he reciprocates with a kiss to your shoulder that sends a flood of warmth running through your body. You’re starting to think that the effect he has on you is never going to wear off. With everything he had done for you, the least you felt like you could do was give him the most special birthday you could manage. You decide that 2 hours of cuddling was enough for the moment and whisper in his ear.
“We really do need to get going, love.” anticipating the barrage of complaints you were bound to receive. You can feel him open his mouth to say something until you hear it. You’re surprised it didn’t happen sooner with how much this man needs to eat on a regular.
“... maybe we should get going.” he mutters, lightly pinching your thigh when you giggle.
“You’ve lost it if you think I’m letting go of you though…” he adds quickly before hauling himself out and carrying you with him to the shower.
“It’s a sunnah!” he reminds you as you scold him for his eagerness.
He’s still very groggy but your laughter is music to his ears as he prepares himself to celebrate one last time before you both get ready for the day ahead.
Preparing suhoor with Yassine went just as expected with his clingy nature. He allows himself to sit down and check through his phone for a short while before taking a glance at you. That was probably his first mistake because now the urge to just hold you has resurfaced in his mind and he can’t do anything to push it back down. He huffs quietly at first to try and get your attention but it's to no avail because you’re adorably focused on the task at hand: of course preparing one of his favourite meals to keep him going for the rest of the day. There wasn’t any hope of breaking you out with the distance the table was from the counter so he decides to promptly close it. His warmth radiated from him like a furnace so you immediately felt his presence behind you before he encased you in his arms. Leaving soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. The softness sends a chill down your spine and you shudder lightly at the feeling. He really couldn’t go 10 minutes in your presence without having you in his arms directly.
“Really, Yassine?” you tease, looking back at him with narrowed eyes. You soften immediately at his own irresistible puppy eyes and small pout.
“Nothing wrong with appreciating such perfection.” he mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to hide the light blush. It's no use however because you can feel his face rapidly heating up anyway.
In spite of the fact that you’re having to awkwardly waddle everywhere, with him vehemently refusing to let you go from his arms, you somehow manage to get Suhoor on the table with time to spare so you can both enjoy it in peace. You attempt to grab your usual glass but he lightly slaps your hand away before you can. Barely having to stretch as he reaches for the top shelf to grab a large bottle.
“Nice try, gorgeous.” he quickly kisses the top of your head before taking his seat and digging in.
Suhoor is fairly peaceful as you quietly admire your husband. He’s saying something but for the life of you, you can’t focus as your eyes zero in on his face. Everything about him was so unbelievably perfect from the softness in his eyes to the baritone drawl of his voice to the overall demeanour. You took great pride in the fact that he was one of the most intelligent and interesting people to talk to yet he was always so grounded. Never once did he make you or anyone feel inferior. Even with the various accolades and titles he was titled, even being the pride of his country, he was still the kind, funny, positive and overall lovable Yassine you had always known. He snaps you out of your lovestruck haze when he gently takes your hand in his. Oh god the last thing you needed was a reminder of his size. Or his warmth for that matter. Your much smaller hand was still recovering from the biting chill of the morning air and you felt it all thaw away with just one touch.
“Everything okay, princess?” he asks, concern flooding his eyes at your silence. You nod shyly with a smile, bringing his hand to your mouth and pressing a kiss to the knuckles. You were going to make this the best damn birthday he had ever seen.
Admittedly, the fact that he had to leave for training in the middle of his birthday cuddles made you more frustrated than ever. Of course something had to get in the way. HOWEVER, today the short distraction was very much needed so you could help and oversee the main part of his birthday. When you see Youssef drive off sufficiently far enough, you send a quick text to your friend to give the green light for her arrival. You needed all the time you could get to make sure it was perfect. As well as her help.
“You do realise that he would probably be happy with a simple cake from the store, right?” you raise your eyebrow at your friend’s comment. It was true that your husband was not particularly fussy but the idea of giving him anything less than your best felt almost treacherous. The idea of your perfect Yassine eating store bought cake on his birthday after what he managed to pull off for yours was treacherous. Absolutely not. Never in a million years would you give him anything less than the best. Sure, you were growing weary and the smell of the cake batter, as well as the ingredients for the rest of the meal, was making you hungry beyond belief but this just had to be done. He always made it clear that he preferred your cooking over anything, “heaven on earth”, he always said. And while you were never one to take compliments, you decided to believe him for the moment so you could make his special day worthwhile.
It’s hours of joint work between you and your friend who oh-so-kindly volunteered to be your taster until you finally have everything done. And as you take a step back to admire all the pieces of the meal, a message on your phone arrives at the perfect time. From Abde and Jawad, a photo of a completely decorated venue with his gifts all in place. You sigh out with a smile as your stress dissipates a little at the fact that it was all coming together. Your friend soon makes her way out of your place to drop the meal off for the final touch for Yassine’s birthday iftar.
It’s all done and out by the time Yassine makes it home. He crashes onto the couch face-first and you bite your lip to hold in your laughter.
“Everything okay, love?” you ask, rubbing his back softly. He grunts in response and you bend down to be level with him.
“I just had to spend my birthday training like nothing was going on. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to move from here, gorgeous. You’re going to have to feed me.” he mumbles, barely coherent and he’s doing those puppy eyes again. You hum softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before breaking your news to him.
“Jawad called… wants us over for iftar…” you fake a wince, trying to put on your best guilty face and he furrows his eyebrows. Success, you think to yourself.
“But what about… y’know? I thought we could just have a quiet night in, you and me?” he asks. Oh god he was so cute. He couldn’t bear to use the birthday excuse seriously.
“I know but he said he’d really appreciate it if we went over. He got a whole venue and everything, it’d be rude to decline, no?” he nods defeatedly, dragging himself off the couch to get ready with you following him.
He’s beyond shattered but still finds it to him to make his usual comments as you get changed. It was basically an instinct at this point to make you as flustered as he could. He absolutely loved it. Your cheeks flushing because the man just needed to make you feel like an angel.
The car ride is fairly quiet and although he would never say anything, you could tell that he was slightly upset with the turnout of the day. What could have been a quiet day with you now just felt like any other day. In truth that was all he needed for his special day. So much for a happy birthday. However, there’s confusion in his eyes as he notices the surroundings.
“Sweetheart you…” he’s lost for words, slightly concerned that his assumptions are going to be wrong. He doesn’t miss the smirk on your face as you quickly turn away and drag him to the place. It was a place that he absolutely loved. Where his dream began. He remembers the day clearer than anything and he can’t begin to describe how happy he is to be here again. Relive it again but with his wife rather than the pretty girl he didn’t know how to approach without finding himself shaking with nerves. Of course you wouldn’t push his birthday aside for anything. Of course you would make sure that you spent it together in the place he constantly talked about loving. He always told you it was his special place so the idea of spending his birthday here came easily to you. And he just couldn’t wait.
When you reach the main spot, fully decorated the way you thought he would like, you sigh out in relief and finally look back at him. He’s speechless, for once the words are not coming naturally to him but you can feel and see the excitement. Excitement for the fact that he was in fact going to spend his birthday the way he wanted: with you and alone.
“Ya amar, you are something else…” he mutters quietly as he takes a quick look around before returning his gaze to you, filled with a softness that reaches your heart and warms you up inside. One second you’re staring into his eyes and the next he’s spinning you around in his arms as if he wasn’t ready to fall asleep in the car on multiple occasions. You squeal as you tighten your grip on the hug.
“You. Are. So. perfect. I. love. You. so. Much. my. Star.” he interrupts each word with a kiss to your face and you can’t hold back your laugh as he does so.
“We haven’t even gotten to the best bit yet!” you manage to say through the laughing fit. Before he says anything back, or sends you both into another fit of giggles, you grab his hand and gently drag him to the gazebo where the food is laid out. Only the best and by your own hands of course. He quickly rushes to hold your chair out for you to sit before taking his own. Of course he isn’t completely satisfied being opposite you and shuffles his chair over so he’s by your side instead.
“You are the picture of a dream, angel.” he says, hugging your side before grabbing a couple of dates and handing one to you. You’re lucky that it’s a couple of minutes until iftar so you remain with your head resting on his shoulder, his head resting on yours until you hear the adhan playing on your phone.
You both sigh out in relief as you break your fasts. A long day of training for him and preparations for you and it felt so worth it for this moment. He can’t help but go for one last kiss, albeit a much longer one, before digging into the meal you worked so hard to prepare. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have someone like you so eager and willing to make him feel loved.
“Happy birthday, my love.” you softly smile at him, sweetly kissing his cheek when he finishes gulping down his water.
When you’ve both had your fill and finished praying together, you drag him once more to the grass where a soft blanket is already laid out. He’s the first to lay on it before holding his arms out, waiting for you to join him. You quickly follow suit, being careful not to hurt him as you lay down on his chest. While you trace the lines of his torso, peacefully admiring the hard planes and corded muscles, he hitches one of your legs to drape over his own, trying to create as much contact as he could. The sunset is absolutely stunning but the both of you can really only focus on eachother.
When the pair of you settle into a comfortable position, he’s the first to say something.
“I’m sorry for being so moody.” he whispers, the guilt in his eyes apparent.
“Yassine, if that was your definition of moody, I would love to see you angry!” you joke, pinching his cheek with a smile. Your expression turns into one of slight concern as the guilt remains on his features.
“I was grumbling the entire car ride! I should have trusted you!” he justifies and you shake your head.
“Love, you were understandably upset that you weren’t going to get the rest you needed! It’s okay!” you try to comfort him. You pull his head down for a kiss and you feel him relax into it, deepening it. You’re relieved to see him doing a little better when you pull away. You quietly admire his face once more until you remember, eyes widening.
“I almost forgot! I’ll be back in a second!” you try to get up a little too quickly and to no avail as he pulls you back down.
“What could you possibly have left to do?” He narrows his eyes with a small smile.
“Just trust me on this! Please?” you beg, hurriedly getting up the second he releases his grip. You had thought about these gifts for ages so you hoped he would like them.
You return soon after with the 2 neatly wrapped presents in your hands, placing them on the blanket as he sits up. You hand him the first and he laughs a little.
“Are you trying to get me into reading again?” he jokes as you narrow your eyes.
“Open the thing!” you slap his arm lightly and he relents. He carefully unpeels the wrapping paper and for a second, he thinks he recognises what it is but no? You wouldn’t. But except you absolutely would. It was a sketchbook that you had been working on since the start of your marriage, which took you embarrassingly long as you carefully considered each page. You kept Yassine in your heart each minute you worked on it so it just felt right to give it to him. And it wasn’t just drawings of him either. You had gone all out with just everything he liked, everything that reminded you of him, it was simply just an expression of your love for him. You didn’t have a way with words like he did you decided to show in the way that came most naturally to you. Drawings of you and him accompanied with sketches of your date locations, illustrations of songs you knew he loved, fabric cuttings from the wedding, your own writing to accompany the art. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to go through it in detail at that very moment but he already held it so dear to him. He was definitely taking it everywhere with him.
You’re too in your head trying to analyse his reaction so you’re startled when he throws himself at you for a crushing hug.
“Oh angel, this is too much! Do you really want to give this to me?” he asks, smiling when you nod vigorously.
“You were the only person I was thinking about when I was working on it so I don’t see why it should go to anyone else.” you confess, sighing out when he tightens the hugs, kissing your neck in appreciation.
“There’s still this one…” you manage to get on, nearly suffocated by the tightness of the embrace.
“Oh sorry, princess.” he releases you and and you take in a deep breath, smiling and shaking your head at his enthusiasm and excitement.
Once again, he’s ever the more careful in undoing the wrapping paper and slowly lifting the lid of the box. This one he recognises immediately, the design on the pocket watch was a very unique one. One that happened to match a certain antique locket he got you for your own birthday. Just in the way that he chose his favourite photo of the pair of you, you picked yours as it sat pretty in the beautifully delicate piece. And of course it also had to have the date of your first encounter engraved. Just like the locket.
“I know it’s not the most original gift but I thought that y’know… with the location and all… I don’t know I thought we could match and it’d be really cute I-” he’s too excited to wait so he cuts off the rambling with the most passionate kiss he can muster. You relax into his hold, grateful that he stopped you before it went on any longer, bringing a hand to cup his cheek. You’re both panting, regaining your breath when you pull away. Your lips are slightly swollen from it and you’re honestly slightly dazed but you manage to take in his next words at least.
“It’s perfect, angel. You’re perfect. This was the best birthday ever!” he assures, kissing you again so that you forgot about whatever doubts still lingered. Once again, it’s long and his hand buries itself in your hair to pull you closer and deepen it. How you had any uncertainty was beyond him but he’d take as long as he needed to remove it because on top of everything that you already did that had him swooning, you had to go and give him some of the most thoughtful and heartfelt gifts he had ever received.
When you pull away once again for breath, you can just feel that he’s up to something.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” you question suspiciously as he looks off into the distance.
“Nothing.” he says, almost too quickly and you pinch his cheek. He almost certainly wasn’t planning how he was going to on-up you for your birthday. No, he would never.
“Sureeeeeee…” you draw out, rolling your eyes. Oh this was going to be good. You already knew what was about to happen. Best of luck to him.
an hour or 2 later than when i siad but its not midnight over here yet so it counts! i hope u enjoy, lovelies xxx
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