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jean0farc · 7 months

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#!! - 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵 — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ; ᴄᴏʀᴏɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴀʏ

(Cross-posted from my AO3)

CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Griffith X You (fem! Reader)

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘:

Having been spoiled by your father as an only child after your mother’s death, there existed you, a young, yet rebellious maiden known amongst Midland as Princess Scarlet. Being the subject of envy by commoners who wanted nothing more than to overthrow the kingdom, you were rather…..indifferent. As a princess, you exercised pride in your achievements, deeming you fit for the role of succeeding your father on the throne.

Even after your father’s death caused by poisoning, your dream to have your own kingdom never faltered in the slightest. In fact, ruling over Midland with an iron fist has been made easy and simple considering your royal blood.

Subsequently, your ambitious demeanor and philosophy attracted none other than the military genius who led a group of mercenaries known as the Band of The Hawk. Sir Griffith; a man who never fell short of what were to be defined as a noble, if it were not for his common blood.

To put it simply, Griffith never planned on building his empire overnight. Instead, he harbored ulterior motives where he would rather…..bend you, the Queen, to his liking before taking over Midland.

….And the consequences of YOU having a fragile ego never ceased to reveal itself.

𝖈𝖜: none as of now.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊:

No smut for the first chapter!

To minors: this space isn’t for you. Berserk is a warning in itself. Go away. Do not interact.

Anyways, I’m back with a new fic and it’s basically my own version while still keeping the canon verse of Berserk clear.

In this verse, expect certain things:

— Princess Charlotte does NOT exist.

— YOU are the Princess/Queen of Midland.

— The story will mainly focus on Griffith, not Guts.

Before commenting, I would like to caution you for potential rape/non-con elements (it’s Griffith we’re talking about here) to be depicted in later chapters of the story.

What I write is pure fantasy, and is mostly just me projecting on my original character (in this case, Queen Scarlet) who has a rather peculiar relationship with Griffith.

Anyways, grab some popcorn, and chill a little while we watch our original character slowly get taken advantage of by the devil himself.

The Kingdom of Midland. Such is a name given to the central region of the Physical World where nobles dominate and savages eliminate. One had the luxury of resting within the comfort of their own home while dining with only the finest cuisine made known to man. The other had to hustle and kill for the sake of money and survival…....while for potential evildoers and traitors, the sake of achieving their dream.

It was your coronation day after all, one of the most awaited events in all of Midland’s history. Following your father’s death caused by an incident of poisoning, the nobles immediately turn to you as a successor to the throne. You were a bit nervous, so to speak, but ready to accept your new role and give your speech as the newly appointed ruler of Midland.

It was already sunset, the halls decorated with red roses, bushes, and your favorite type of flower, the Amaryllis. You just loved the sight of red the way you liked your tea. Red, so to speak, was your favorite color. It just looks and feels powerful, like the way sunlight pierces its way through your eyes. You liked shoving your presence down people’s throats, to make them remember your name as you rejoiced in your own superiority as the new Queen.

Red was the visual embodiment of your dream—to rule and render yourself capable of building your own empire. Because of that, the King, your very own father, feared for your safety. And boy, was that prediction true.

Not only was your safety compromised, but prior to meeting the White Hawk who was addressed as Sir Griffith, things went downhill after that encounter as a sudden number of royal guards dropped dead. Not only were you disgusted by the smell of blood that filled the hallways the week before your coronation, but the five words whispered to your ear was what sent chills across your spine. Those five words made you shiver in questionable fear despite you taking it as just an empty threat.

“You belong to me, Princess.”

And then came the surge of mysterious events such as your father’s death.

Supposedly, you were expected to be excited for such an event like the coronation ceremony as you longed all your life to become Queen, but something about the whole situation didn’t feel right. You were at a loss for words, being unable to understand why your father was poisoned in an instant and how planning the ceremony felt rushed.

You shivered at the thought of meeting the Band of the Hawk once more, immediately suspecting that one of them killed your father.

“Our beloved guests, our crowning guests, respected parents of the nobles, and that of the civilians. Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon.” announced the event speaker of the ceremony. “Once again, we have gathered here to witness the coronation ceremony of the Royal Family to be headed by Queen Scarlet and the rest of the officials appointed to serve her Majesty. Kindly rise for the ceremony proper.”

A huge audience of youngsters stood to give thanks towards your family for a job well done in leadership, singing songs of praise as time passed by. You were, of course, getting quite the goosebumps knowing your time is up as a princess. However, you can’t help but falter, thinking of your father’s untimely demise just about two weeks ago.

You were lost in thought, unable to pay attention to the songs sung in honor of you. Something was very wrong. You sweat and panted hard, not because you didn’t know what to say or do given the situation, but because you didn’t want to actually meet up with Griffith and the rest of his comrades due to some suspicions about the leader’s motives.

“Before we start, may I request everyone to observe silence as the ceremony begins to maintain its solemnity. Reserve your ‘hoorays’ for the latter part of the coronation. Thank you very much for your full cooperation.”

The rest of the coronation ceremony followed. You were nervous, biting your nails as you slowly prepared your speech in front of thousands. You knew Griffith would be watching

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Alas, it was your turn to give out a speech that serves as a public declaration of your aims, intentions, and actions to be taken to further improve the economic and sociocultural growth of Midland.

Standing up, you could feel the eyes of crowds searching you from head to toe, but none of them ever gave you the impression that someone was truly watching you.

At the exterior of the venue, there sneaked a young man with white, flowing hair and a pair of blue eyes. It was him. Griffith. He didn’t make his own presence clear before you, he covered his tracks very well. But, little did he know, you could peek at his silhouette from afar. Knowing he made his way past the guards with extreme caution showed his prowess in strategy and disarming opponents with great ease.

Yes, he just wanted to hear your speech. After all, knowing how someone would open up about a fraction of their lives would be crucial in undergoing one’s plan to achieving their dreams, yes?

This was your moment. You let out a deep breath and spoke clearly as you cleared your throat.

“Greetings, my beloved fellowmen. It’s been a pleasure having to meet with you all to this very moment.” you greeted the audience with a friendly, approachable tone. “Throughout this memorable day, I was able to discern all your prayers dedicated to me and my family, especially in honor of my father’s passing. As an inherent successor to the throne, I have maintained a significant awareness through the years that my people, spread far and wide throughout every continent and ocean in the world, were united to support me in the task to which I have now been dedicated with such solemnity.”

The muffled voice of your speech was rendered audible to Griffith from the outskirts of the palace. He was perhaps….fascinated by your rather….pushy attitude on things. It didn’t take long before he palmed the area between his hips, hiding such an unsightly appearance as he began to fantasize about you under his control. He wanted nothing more than to dissect you in every detail possible, to know your deepest fears and motives of having to rule such a flawed kingdom. But little did you know, was that he wanted this kingdom all to himself.

“The ceremonies you have seen today are ancient, but some of their origins are hidden in the mists of the past. Their spirit and meaning still rise from the flames of finiteness. Perhaps, they still shine more brightly than we’ve expected them to do so. I have pledged allegiance with all my heart that I shall lead this kingdom, uplifting it further to claiming a thousand more victories than you would ever anticipate. Throughout all my life and with all my heart I shall strive to be worthy of your trust.”

Griffith’s eyes narrowed as he hid behind the doors alongside the two guards who were apparently slain before they could even fight back.

He wanted you.

And there was nothing more satisfying than breaking one of the strongest, most powerful women who once took an interest in the art of swordsmanship. But he would rather not challenge you to a duel; not because he underestimated your capabilities, but because he saw such barbaric acts to be unbefitting of a lady with high status.

An hour later, trumpets played as the Grim Reapers of the Battlefield were to be promoted as bodyguards, yes, bodyguards, of your kingdom. The King trusted you to this group of mercenaries who promised nothing short of protecting your integrity and wellbeing as the princess. But one thing’s for sure, it’s that their leader was bound to be missing.

You stepped down from the stage to observe your audience for any problems which may arise from the White Hawk’s absence.

“Wait, where’s Griffith? But he was just here about minutes ago!” Rickert exclaimed. “He can’t just be wandering out in the open like this! Griffith! Hang in there! We’re on our way!”

“Cut the crap.” Guts said, alerting his fellow comrades. “There must be a way to proceed with the ceremony without Griffith being of any concern.”

“But Guts-”

Recognizing and appreciating your bodyguards (or perhaps, some new friends) wasn’t all that bad. Perhaps you were intimidated by some of the mercenaries, but they played an integral part of your big day.

It was only one moment within that band that spooked you, it was the White Hawk revealing himself—it was Griffith. By that moment when Griffith claimed you to be his, you began to not take those words lightly and managed to develop a slight sense of fear. What did he exactly mean by that?

You brushed off your thoughts on the matter and shook hands with nearly all the members, with Griffith being an exception (obviously). Rumor has it that he’s still hiding where the sun doesn’t shine, covering his tracks in order to reveal himself before you in the very end.

And God forbid what kind of plans he had for you that night.

#yandere griffith #x reader #griffith x reader #griffith berserk #berserk x reader #berserk griffith #griffith x you #fanfiction #griffith #berserk #berserk anime #fem reader

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screaminglygay · 7 months

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KINKTOBER day 7

pairings: clown!carol danvers x fem!reader

summary: everybody is talking about this amazing show, so you needed to check it up for yourself.

warnings: smut!!!, public play, edging, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, mentions of anal, sucking fingers, kinda dom!carol x sub!reader, intoxication!, alcohol (one drink, but strong one), not proofread

word count: 2.5k

an: sooo, here it is, we´re almost in the end, i feel like this carol is really clumsy and cocky, which was fun to write, it´s not that long cuz my motivation is no where to be found, but i promise the last fic will be fire!:P thank you for reading!

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky season and be safe!

“Step right up and prepare to be dazzled by the spectacular world of the Femme Fatale Circus! Under the grand, colorful tent that stretches towards the sky, a mesmerizing extravaganza awaits you. The Femme Fatale is more than just a one-time occurrence, it's a lifetime's trip into a thrilling and positively stimulating place. So come on in and have fun!” Was heard from the big speakers next to the many food trucks there.

As you fully enter the circus grounds, you're immediately greeted by the enticing aroma of popcorn and cotton candy, setting the tone for the entertainment. The lively atmosphere is electric, with children's laughter and adults' chatter filling the air.

Before the show started, you decided that you wanted to have something to drink, so you went to this food truck area, where anything you could think of, was there.

Because you´re too indecisive, it took you a while to choose, what you wanted to drink. But after some minutes, you finally bought a cherry vanilla drink, called "Sweet possesion" which you found later on that had 27% of alcohol in it. It was the worse type of drink, too sweet to realize that it has some alcohol. And of course you didn´t eat the whole day, so the affect was very quick.

As you turn around to walk back, you realize that all of the people, who were there with you just a minutes ago, were now no where to be found. Maybe the show have already started.

So you quickly tried make your way back, until something caught your eye. You stopped and tried so see what it was, or who it was.

And because the alcohol started working on empty stomach you didn´t second thought anything at all. And of course you had to see what or who it was.

As you were walking behind the food trucks, you stumbled over various cables, pieces of wood, and other debris scattered on the ground, making it a rather hard path to navigate. When you made your way to the back of the tent, you didn´t see anyone or anything, that got your attention before, util you hear what sounded like a horn of an ice cream truck.

Oh man, I´d like some ice cream.

What your drunk self desired, you´re drunk self will get. So after following that noice, you notice a big ice cream truck with a lady dressed as a clown. But as soon as you come closer, she spoke, "I´m sorry, we´re out, hun."

"Ah man, really? You don´t have even one last ice cream, I could buy?" You were genuely really sad, you really creaved some chocolate chip cookie.

"Everything is sold out. Sorry." She noticed how sad you´ve looked and she hated it, she´s a clown, she is supposed to make people laugh, not the other way around, "but if you come with me, I could look if there is anything back in the freezer, I´m very positive we will find something." She smiled at you.

"Really? That would be perfect!" You waited for her to come out of her food truck. Her costume is a delightful riot of colors, mix of reds, yellows, and blues. The oversized polka-dotted bowtie around her neck adds a touch of whimsy, and her suspenders hold up her dotted pants. Despite the playful outfit, her natural beauty shines through, her sparkling captivating eyes and radiant smile contrasting with the costume. Her makeup was also on point, nothing too loud, just simple makeup with a red nose on top of the whole look.

"Aren´t you supposed to be in the tent? You know, the show already started." The blonde lady giggled.

"I wanted something to drink and now I want ice cream, I´ll watch the show after my needs are secured." You giggled as the alcohol now hitting your system like a train.

"Oh?" The clown laughed, but you could sense that this was her genuine laugh, it didn´t felt forced at all. "Secured your needs? I can tell that you already managed the first one." She smiled at you as you two walked back into the circus tent. You could hear the thrilling show has already begun, with the crowd's excitement and the mesmerizing music filling the air.

"Are we in the backstage now?" You looked at the woman in front of you.

"You could say that, yes." She nodded and looked at you. "What?"

"This was one of my childhood dreams, see the backstage of a circus. It´s... not what I´ve imagined, but still very amazing!" You looked around as you notice all the colorful mess everywhere, many costumes, props, wigs, cages and lots of other circus tools.

"Well I´m glad I could be at your service." The clown smiled and opened a freezer. "Would you like a vanilla, chocolate-" before she could continue with describing what flavors are avalible, you cutted her off.

"Oh my god! Really? Um... do you have a chocolate chip cookie by any chance?" You were so happy, that there are some ice creams left.

"Yup, the last one," the blonde took it from the freezer and gave it to you.

"Thank you so much, how much is it?" You looked at her, already with the ice cream in your mouth.

"It´s on me." She winked.

"What? Are you sure? I could pay it-" This time she cutted you off.

"Let´s just say that I´m here to make all of your childhood dreams come true. Sounds good?" She chuckled at you, seeing the chocolate on your chin.

"Very." You nodded.

As you were eating the ice cream the clown just stared at you, with a smile on her face. She once again made someone´s day better, she´s wondering when it will be her turn, of being the one taking cared of.

It didn´t took you long to finnish the ice cream and when you did, you notice the look on the lady´s face. "I´m sorry, are you okay?"

She immediately smiled, but you could tell it was fake. "Of course, hun. I am," she stepped closer and wiped the chocolate on your chin.

"You know, I don´t even know your name, but I know one thing..." You threw the wooden stick into the thrash can, hoping she didn’t notice the blush on your face.

"And what´s that?" You definitely got the clowns attentions now.

"You´re a shitty liar." You giggled.

"Oh? Is that so?" She tilted her head.

"Yup, pretty much," you smiled at her, "even clowns needs their time to be sad sometimes," you added.

"There are some sad clowns." The blonde pointed out.

You just groaned and came closer to her. "I don´t mean it like that..." you looked at her waiting for her name.

"Sunny, Sunny the clown." She siad, what seemed like an automatic answer.

"I meant your real one."

"Carol." She mumbled out. "I´m basically breaking the clown law right now."

"What law exactly? That you can´t tell me your real name?" You tilted your head.

"Basically yeah, plus I let you come to the backstage and I gave you free stuff." Carol chuckled.

"So you´re basically a criminal, because of me. How noble of you." The drink made you very flirty and you didn´t mind it at all. And neither did Carol.

"But the real question now, can I help you? Somehow, anyhow. Let´s say as the payback for the icecream." You smiled at her, genuinely want to help her, even if it´s just a talk.

The circus show is still in full swing, the resounding cheers of the crowd and the lively music reaching your ears, as you´re standing basically next to it.

"The icecream was on me, like I´ve said before."

"And like I´ve said-" you finished your whole drink now, "is there anything I can do to make Carol be happy Carol without having to fake it?" Your whole sentence was rambled out, due to you trying to absorb the sweetness of the drink.

"I have few things in my mind." Carol smirked and stepped closer to you, then laughing it off right away.

"I mean... if it would help." Now it was your turn to move closer to her, very close.

"Oh?" Carol was shocked by your answer, since you didn´t looked like someone that outgoing, but one drink can do a lot.

"Oh." You smirked and met her gaze.

"That would certainly help." The two of you were so close that you berely whispered.

"I think so too." Since when are you this flirty? That drink must have been strong strong.

Before either of you could say anything else your lips crushed into hers. The time seemed to slow down, and your lips met in a tender, sweet kiss that felt like a gentle caress of two ladies who broke the "clown law" once again. But it was a moment filled with affection and genuine connection, that the both of you felt. Thanks to your drink, you had the courage to do such a thing.

As much as you were trying to fight over being the dominant one, Carol made sure to show your place right away. She pushed you against one of the boxes and immediately pinned your hands above your head. "Keep them there."

You simply just nodded.

Her hands didn´t waste a second and Carol grabbed your tits and gave them a tight squeeze. "You were so right, this is the best way to calm neerves." She kissed you again, this time bitting your lip. Overall you could feel the energy shifting into this harsher more needier way.

A sound of a cheering crowd made you tense up, you were still backstage, behind a black curtain, that might have been big cover up for you two, but anyone could walk in on Carol kissing you. This thought send shivers right into your pulsating pussy.

You wanted more of her, so you ran your fingers through her hair and even it felt amazing Carol stopped you. "What did I say?" She looked into your eyes. Being in this fuzzy state, you didn´t understand, what she was talking about, util you she took one of the ropes and started to tie you up to the hook, that was the whole time above your head. "Wait- Carol!" You realized what she was doing.

"Shhh, if you can´t keep your hand up, let me help." She kissed your neck as she finishes tying you up to the hook. "If someone walks in, we´re just preparing a new trick, got it?"

"Y-yes." You felt so good, but so needy at the same time.

"Besides... the way your moving your hips, trying to grind on nothing at all, tells me, that you wouldn´t mind anyone coming," she whispered into your ear. "Am I right?"

"N-no." You basically moaned out.

Carol chuckled quiete out loud, "You know, I don´t even know your name, but I know one thing..."

You roll your eyes, exactly knowing, where is thig going and because you want to be a brat your smile turned into a smirk and your head was slightly tilted. "Oh yeah? And what´s that?"

"You´re a shitty liar." The blonde whispered and bite your neck.

"Fuck-" You moaned loudly.

"Shhh, I know that you´re attention seeking little girl, but I want to have you for myself, at least for now. So shush your pretty mouth." Her words were harsh, but you didn´t mind at all, you just needed her.

"Hmmpf..." You bit your lower lip, hoping it would shut you up.

Carol hands slipped past your pants, into your panties. "Is this all for me? Oh my!" She smiled. "Wow, pretty girl. This is definitely making me feel better. You´re this wet from few kisses? You will explode, after your orgasm." She smirked agaist you, knowing how much she affected you.

Her strong hands made your legs open some more, so she has a better acces to you. Her middle finger tracing up and down your clit, she was teasing you and you truly felt like exploding right now on the spot.

"Carol-" you moved your hips closer to her, trying to grind on her finger, but it didn´t help at all.

"Yes?" She looked at you.

"Please, more-" You tried to move closer to her.

"You still didn´t told me your name." She had this cocky grin on her face.

"(Y/N)! It´s (Y/N)!" Her hand was put over your mouth.

"Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). But if you want to cum today, you better shut it. Or you can´t and want me to put your mouth for better use?" Her finger was still on your clit and when she felt your pussy pulsate at her words, she didn´t need a verbal answer.

Her right hand was in your pants, still teasing you as much as she could, but her left hand slowly made it´s way up to your mouth. You instantly opened and sucked on the two fingers she put inside.

Carol smiled at you, finally pushing the middle finger inside, her thumb making circles on your clit. You were so resposive to her touch, bucking your lips right away, sucking her fingers harder. This was really helping Carol to ease her nerves.

She sped up her movements with both of her hands, two of your holes were so full, you just wished your third one would be too.

You closed your eyes, feeling so close, with how her fingers curled up inside of you. And on top of that she added her second finger and after few push in´s and out´s she added even her third.

You were a mess.

Letting someone, who you basically don´t know, fuck you in the backstage of a circus, while the show is in it´s finalle, letting to see you being a easy slut, who cums from almost nothing at all.

But before you could leap over the edge, you heard the announcement, "Let me intoduce you our lovely, sweet and most importantly funny clown! Sunny the clown! Everybody make as much as noice as you want!"

"Oh fuck!" Carol looked at you as you quickly opened your eyes, "I need to go, pretty girl." She kissed your lips quickly.

"No, no, no, no- I need you, please, please, please!" You whined.

"You just have to wait, I have to go, I´ll be right back." She kissed you once more and pull out her fingers, which your body responded with a flinch right away.

"Carol!" you whisper yelled at her.

"Oh right-" she took some blanket and throw it over you, so if anyone comes, they won´t notice you. "I´ll be right back!"

You have to be kidding me.

This moment made you sober up real quick, as she left you there naked, tied up, but mostly needy. And on a top of that, she threw a fucking blanket over you.

As you heard the crowd go crazy over Carol stunts and laughed at her jokes, you just wished she would be done soon, but after you heard people chant her name all over again and then again, you knew that you will be stuck in here for a long time.

Thank you for reading and don’t forget to drink! 💕🫶🏻

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chaneydoll · 4 months

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I GOT YOU - AUSTIN BUTLER

Frat!Austin x reader

Warnings: Intoxication, driving under the influence, angst, fluff, unedited writing

Word count: 1,812

Summary: The alcohol got the best of you at your brother's party, and Austin decides it's time for you to go home.

The thump of bass vibrated through the floorboards, making your sneakers hum beneath your feet. The air reeked of spilled beer and something suspiciously like burnt popcorn. Your older brother, Tyler, had promised a "fun night," but "fun" for him usually involved questionable concoctions and questionable company.

You take another sip of your White Claw, letting out a sigh. This wasn't your scene, not by a long shot. But you wanted to get something out of tonight, so you started drinking. Scanning the room, you spotted Tyler, already three beers deep and engaged in a beer-pong tournament with his usual posse. A pang of loneliness hit you, followed by a wave of annoyance. Why had you agreed to this again?

Suddenly, a hand landed on your shoulder. You slowly turned, finding herself face-to-face with a guy whose smile could only be described as 'toothy'.

"Hey there," he drawled, his voice laced with a hint of cologne that made you wrinkle your nose. "You lost?"

You felt yourself get anxious, a sudden loss for words. "No, uh, I was jus-" Before you could stammer a reply, a familiar figure materialized beside you, effectively blocking the unwelcome attention. "Ethan," He breathed, relief washing over your body. Austin, Tyler's best friend stood tall, his gaze fixed on the stranger with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "Everything alright?"

Your heart skipped a beat. Austin, Tyler's best friend and the object of your secret crush since freshman year, stood before you, looking like a Greek god in his white t-shirt and faded jeans.

Ethan, oblivious to the sudden tension, held out his hand to him. "Butler," he said with a friendly smile. "What's up, man?"

Austin's hand remained firmly in his pocket. "Just checking on my little sister," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "She doesn't do well in crowds." As assured as what he said made you feel better, you couldn't help your heart dropping at his label for you.

Ethan's smile faltered slightly. "Oh, I didn't realize." You could tell Ethan suddenly seemed intimidated by Austin as his gaze began to soften while he walked away. You watch Ethan frustratedly run his fingers through his hair before looking back at Austin who was leaning against the kitchen counter, his attention set on you.

"Y/n," he greeted, his voice low and husky over the music. "Didn't think you'd make it." He spoke, taking a swig of the beer presented in his hand. You look up at him with a soft smile, "Couldn't resist Tyler's puppy-dog eyes," you joked, trying to sound casual.

He chuckled, "I remember him mentioning you might come." he says. You bit your lip, "I make it when I feel like I need to," you take a long drink, "So here we are."

Austin couldn't help but smile at your drink of choice, watching as you swallowed. "How much have you had tonight?" He gestured to the can in your hand, eyebrows furrowed. You looked down too, in an attempt to recall what round you were on. You look back up at him, eyes hung low, letting out a small giggle. You truly didn't remember, but you knew you were drunk. The multi-colored led lights bled into each other, mirroring the muddled state of your own head as Austin softly grabbed the can out of your grasp, tossing it in the trash.

He turned back to you, his voice softer now. "Let's go get some air, yeah?" You scoffed once you realized he threw your drink away, and began to walk opposite of his direction to get another. Nevertheless, you were stopped by a firm grip on your arm. It was Austin, dragging you outside while you stumbled behind him, his speed much faster than yours.

As you two stepped on the porch, he turned to you, brows furrowed. "So, what was that about?" He questions, clearly still not over the brief encounter you had with Ethan. All you did was shrug your shoulders, "Maybe he didn't have anyone else to talk to and just wanted to be nice." Austin extended his arms out on the wooden railing, letting out a sarcastic laugh. "He wasn't gonna be too lonely for long had you k-" He was cut off by a loud whoop from inside the house shattering his sentence. Tyler emerged, his arm slinging around your shoulder.

"There you are, Y/n!" he shouted, slurring his words slightly. "Come on, let's get you a drink." Austin's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with something you couldn't decipher. Before you could react, Tyler pulled you back inside, leaving him standing alone on the porch, a storm brewing in his eyes.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by burning in your throat as you downed a shot of tequila.

Truth was, you were done for, adrift in a sea of alcohol. Neon strobed across the dance floor, painting your vision in dizzying bursts. Your laughter echoed, sharp and self-conscious, bouncing off the pulsating bass that hammered against your ribs like a frantic fist. You remained in a corner surrounding a mix of your brothers friends, except your feet had their own ideas. They seemed to be conducting their own drunken samba, threatening to launch you into the throng of dancing limbs. You reached a nearby table, making your way on top of it, each wobbly step shaking the legs.

Just as you teetered on the edge of social oblivion, a hand clasped your waist, steady and strong. You peeked down to see Austin, his usually playful smile replaced by a frown.

"Woah there, firecracker," he said, his voice laced with amusement but also a surprising warmth. "Gravity not your friend tonight?" His gaze held a flicker of understanding, a silent plea for you to come down. The urge to refuse was fought for as you attempted to escape his grasp.

"I'm fine!" You shout at him, pulling at his sleeve before he slung you over his shoulders. Leaving felt like escaping a burning building. The fresh air hit you like a slap, a loud whine escaping your lips as you squirmed in his hold. He fumbles with the keys in his pocket, unlocking his car. He sat you in the passenger seat before running over to the drivers side and getting in.

"Hey, I know this car," you mumble, fumbling with the plush dice wrapped around his rear-view mirror. Austin let out a chuckle, starting his car, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I do." He stares at you for a brief moment before pulling out of the driveway and going back to your apartment.

"Where are we going?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm taking you home," he said simply. "The party was about over anyway." You frown, glaring daggers at him. "I wasn't ready to go!" You cry, dramatically throwing your head in your hands. Austin makes a left turn, "You've had way too much to drink, Y/n." He mumbles in reply. You refused to listen to him, your legs crossed away from him the whole ride home. Eventually, you were met with the building of your apartment as Austin pulled into the parking lot.

"Home sweet home," he says, taking the key out of ignition. He looks over at you to find you in the same position, attitude still present. "Come on, can't keep the bed waiting." he tells you gently pushing your shoulder before getting out. He walks over to your side and opens the door, carrying you up the rest of the way to your building.

Austin grabs your keys from the back pocket of your jeans before unlocking the door. He sits you down, making it hard for you to stand as the sleep began fight for your consiousness. Reaching your room, you flopped onto the mountain of pillows and blankets, letting out a dramatic sigh. "I'm a disaster," You groaned, burying your face in a plush teddy bear.

Austin chuckled, his voice warm and reassuring. "Disasters wear pajamas, not skirts and tank tops," he said, pulling a pair of fluffy pajamas from your drawer. "Here, let's get you changed."

You sat up, taking your top off as you flung it across the floor. Austin turns back around from your dresser, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the sight in front of him. He found his eyes trailing down your stomach, all the way down to your legs.

Austin's stomach lurched as he stared, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He shut his eyes, unable to contain the excitement sprouting in his pants as he quickly re-adjusted himself.

Even like this, all drunk and flustered, Austin still thought you were beautiful. You never seemed to notice the way he looked at you apart from everyone else, or the way he treated you as if you guys were together. Most times, you took it as him being nice, out of respect for his best friend's little sister. You tried your best to keep your school-girl crush to yourself, in hopes it would go away. But it never did.

It was easy for him to tell you felt the same way pretty early on, just by the way you were around him. He loved how nervous you got every time you guys touched, as you always tried to avoid eye-contact to prevent the embarrassment. And he loved how oblivious you were to a lot of things, like the level of drunk you were right now. His thoughts were interrupted as you snatched the clothes from his grasp, slipping them on.

He watches you intently, moistening his lips while you laid down in your bed. Patting the empty space beside you, you signal him to get in. He quickly obliges before taking his shoes off and sliding onto the mattress. Austin grabs your blanket on the edge of the bed, burrowing you in the warmth of your sheets. You let out a soft moan in relief, causing his pants to tighten even more. You turn over to face him, your bloodshot eyes looking up at his.

"Thank you for bringing me home," You smile at him, scooting closer toward him. He closed his eyes with a smile, wrapping his arm around you. "of course." His words, simple and filled with warmth, washed over you like a wave, erasing some of the shame. Austin, the guy you'd always seen as Tyler's shadow, was offering you an unexpected kindness, a safe harbor in the storm of your own making.

As the night wore on, Austin stayed by your side. He didn't judge, didn't tease. He simply talked about anything and everything while you were drunkenly rambling, your voice a soothing balm to his anxiety. You had fallen asleep not too much longer, Austin soon following, lulled by the sound of your contented snores.

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #elvis fans #elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #frat boy #college

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bookshelf-dust · 2 months

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Hii love!! I absolutely LOVE your works and was wondering if you could write a fic where Billy finds the readers s/h scars and asks about it? The reader kinda opens about why they did and Billy is super confused about why you would purposely hurt yourself, but he swears to himself he’d never let you do that again?? If not, that’s perfectly fine, i know this topic is pretty sensitive to people🤍🤍

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 2,513

warnings: SH trigger warning!! please heed that. mentions of self harm (specifically cutting), scars described, areas on skin. all scars are healed and reader has recovered. please do not read this if this will make you uncomfortable. this is meant to be comforting and let you know that things do get better. it is about acceptance and change.

a/n: anon!! thank you for this idea. i just want to put it out there that i’m not taking requests for the foreseeable future, and haven’t been for quite awhile, but i got sent this and i felt really compelled to write it because it’s something that’s important to me. i felt like i could do it justice, at least a little bit, and i really hope that it will provide you with some comfort. this is something close to my heart, and my goal here is that it will reach someone the right way and encourage them to keep going. i love you all so much!! please go easy on me as i’ve never written anything like this before. also did a bit of a different format! anyway, mwah! 🥰

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Billy knows you’re shy. Of course he does.

But he wants you to feel as comfortable with him as he does with you. He’s never felt as relaxed and safe as he does when he’s around you. Hell, he’s never allowed himself to let his guard down in this way.

Inviting you to sleep over was his olive branch, hoping you’d have a space where you could be fully you. He has the house to himself, and he knows that will help ease your anxiety. All Billy wants is to give you all that you’ve given him. And maybe more.

Billy had just stripped, pulling on sweats and an old t-shirt, not caring whether you saw him in his underwear. He’s yours anyway. Sure, you haven’t gone very far in your relationship, but he still wants you to see how comfortable you’ve made him. He’s never done this casual intimacy thing before.

“I’ll be just a second, okay?” You give him a gentle smile, feet softly padding against the worn hardwoods, sleeve brushing the door frame as you walk by.

Billy watches you walk out of his room with your pajamas tucked under your elbow. “Okay, baby.”

He busies himself while you’re gone, straightening the bed, finding the tv remote. (He’d never be allowed to roll it into his room if he weren’t home alone.) He figures you’re taking your makeup off too, maybe doing something with your hair, and heads to the kitchen to make some popcorn for you both to share.

In the bathroom, you take a deep breath as you pull on your nightgown. You don’t pride yourself in having nice or fancy things to sleep in, but you felt like bringing this with you because it’s one of the few things you own that makes you feel pretty. Something about a freshly washed face and the soft fabric make you all…content.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. The gown is not tight by any means, and actually a color that brings out your eyes. It has little bows on the sleeves and a tiny strip of lace at the hem. You don’t tend to dress for anyone but yourself, but you do think Billy will like this. Some part of you craves that feeling.

He’s never even seen your legs before, much less your collarbones. And not because you’re trying to be modest, but because it’s been cold and any other opportunity hasn’t presented itself. Showing someone so much of yourself is harder than you anticipated. And you anticipated quite a bit of work.

You inhale and exhale deeply, shaking out your arms. You can’t help but be nervous. You’ve never slept over with a boy before. But it’s Billy. Your Billy. What is there to be worried about?

Billy returns to his bedroom shortly after you’ve sat down and queued up the movie for you both to watch. You take the popcorn he offers you, the socks that are much too big, and snuggle into the worn pillows propped up against his headboard.

You’re sitting too far away for Billy’s liking, munching on your snack and trying to focus on the beginning of Nightmare on Elm Street as if you haven’t seen it over ten times. His eyes can’t stop dragging over your bare legs. This is the first time he’s seen them, and he wants you and all that skin closer.

“Baby,” he drawls.

You can feel his big blue eyes on you, but for once you really are paying attention. “Yeah?” you hum, licking butter from the tip of your thumb.

You don’t even look over at him, and Billy lets out a huff of a laugh. The noise prompts you to spare a glance in his direction, but he’s already got an arm wrapped around your thigh, yanking you across the sheets until you’re pressed against his side.

He tries not to convey how excited he is that he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, how soft your inner thigh feels. He frees you though, laughing at the “Oomph” you let out before settling yourself more comfortably.

You swing your leg over both of Billy’s, handing him your popcorn remains and resting your head on his shoulder. He happily sticks his hand in your little bowl, eating what you’d left behind.

As the movie progresses and Billy finishes all the popcorn, you shift further and further into him. It makes Billy so happy to see you act so comfortable around him. This is everything he was hoping for. He sets your empty bowls on his side table and wipes his hands clean with the wet rag he’d brought with him.

You’re engrossed in the movie, laughing every now and then at something you shouldn’t find funny, or clutching at Billy’s fingers when you get stressed out during a tense moment.

God, he’s so happy to be with you. If he could make this night last forever, he would. Billy kisses the top of your head and wraps an arm around your back, his hand coming to rest on the top of your thigh. You don’t think much of the gesture, only feeling a shiver run down your spine at the contact. At his warm hand on your skin.

Your skin.

Your nightgown has ridden up a bit, and suddenly you register exactly where Billy’s hand is. You take a deep breath, hoping he won’t rub your thigh and feel what you’ve avoided showing him for so long.

You try not to worry, try to keep your focus on the movie, but you can’t. Your bubble has popped. You want to adjust your nightgown, but you’re afraid to draw more attention to the area, afraid to offend him and make him think you don’t want his touch.

Billy’s thumb starts to stroke back and forth on your skin. You can feel the exact moment he registers that it doesn’t feel the way it should. The way your arms do, the way the soft backs of your hands do when he takes them in his.

You feel him sit up slightly, crane his head to look at you. At your thigh.

Upon touching your leg, Billy had expected smooth skin. But he met ridges. Bumps. Lines of raised skin. He knew that wasn’t normal, and it sent a surge of curiosity or maybe even concern through him.

What he sees confuses him. What happened to your leg?

“Baby? What’s that?”

He’s sitting up fully now, prompting you to do the same before you fall against the bed.

The longer he looks at it, the more confused he gets. There are scars on your leg. They’re not big, but there are a lot of them. So many that it’s scaring him. Some thin, some thicker. Different shades of scar tissue and scratched skin that never returned to its original state.

They aren’t fresh, no, not at all. They are all healed. But he’s so confused because he’s gotten lots of cuts and bruises throughout his life, and they’ve never looked like yours do. They don’t look like a normal injury does. These look…deliberate. And he doesn’t understand.

You turn around and sit on your knees. I guess it’s now or never, you think. If you don’t tell yourself that, you’ll probably throw up. And if you hadn’t moved so far past this, you’d feel even worse.

“They’re scars,” you say, rubbing your elbow.

Billy flicks your knee, mainly because he doesn’t know how to react, his other hand rubbing down his face. “No shit.”

Your heart is pounding despite the fact that this is something you have long overcome and are not ashamed of. Even still, there is a part of you that hopes he won’t be disgusted with you. It’s the same part that hasn’t let the relationship go as far as you’d like it to.

“I put them there.”

Billy blinks. Even if some part of him knew that’s where this was headed, he still can’t wrap his head around that. “What?”

His eyes dart to your leg again, wondering if the scars are more extensive than what he can see. He’s scared of how badly you’ve hurt yourself. If he’s not careful, his eyes will glaze over.

“A few years ago. You know how I’ve mentioned my depression and anxiety? And how I have medicine? How it was hard for me to go on dates with you at first or how sometimes I get standoffish?”

He nods, encouraging you to continue.

“Well, you’ve been really good at reassuring me and understanding my panic attacks and stuff, and I’ve gotten a lot better at managing these things. But before all of that, before how I am now, I had no one. I was all alone, and I couldn’t deal with my feelings. So I took it out on myself. I started cutting myself as a way to cope.” You hate to admit all of this, but he deserves to know.

You start fidgeting with your fingertips and break eye contact with him. Billy’s lips have formed a stern pout, his brows knitting together in a way that shows he’s trying to understand you. To him, he really is just trying to comprehend this. But to you, that’s the look of shame you’ve been awaiting. You don’t want to be looked at that way.

You sit on your hands and stare at a string that’s come loose from your worn-in comforter.

“Anyway, I didn’t have anyone to help me. I couldn’t talk about how sad and lonely and angry I was, and I certainly wasn’t ready for a doctor. I kept it all in, figuring it was safer that way. But that got to me, and I chose to take it out on myself. There.” You touch your thigh. “Here and here.” Your fingers brush your stomach and hip. “Here too.” Your forearm. I know it’s horrible, but that’s what I chose to do. And I wouldn’t ever want someone else to choose that.”

“I didn’t want to die, I just wanted the hurt to stop. I needed an outlet for all of those suffocating feelings, and that was what I did. Hurting myself helped me feel better because at least I was expressing something. And I was able to punish myself for being so unlike everyone else. So quiet, so hard to love, so different.”

Your heart is pounding but you steal a quick glance at Billy. He can’t fight the emotion from showing on his face anymore. He feels his eyelashes getting thick with tears that are threatening to spill at any moment.

“I know this is probably hard to understand. I know you might be disgusted with me. But I guess it’s better that you know, right? I should’ve been more open about it with you sooner to avoid it being so…complicated.”

You stop, not really knowing what else there is to say. You’re hoping that this will encourage him to say something. Anything. You’d be happy to answer a question at this point.

Billy brings the hem of his shirt up to wipe his eyes. You wince, feeling awful for making him emotional over this.

He takes a moment to try and wrap his head around what he’s just heard. He’s had a habit of self-medicating with alcohol, with cigarettes, hell, even ego lifting shit he shouldn’t at the gym. But everyone copes differently, right? You wouldn’t do what he does. He wouldn’t do what his dad does.

He just can’t bear the thought of thinking that someone would physically do that to themselves. That you, his perfect girl, would be feeling so low that you’d make yourself bleed just in search of relief from the pain. He can’t understand it, but at the same time, he sees that it comes in different forms.

Billy reaches out for your hands, waiting for you to take them. The pressure behind your eyes immediately softens at the gesture.

“Don’t apologize to me, okay? I’m just trying to process.” He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your warm skin.

“Okay.”

He kisses each of your knuckles in turn, maintaining eye contact all the while. He straightens, not letting go of your fingers. “I don’t like to think about you being in any sort of pain. Imagining you doing that to yourself…fuckin’ breaks my heart.”

You tilt your head, scanning his face. He’s hurting for you, and you want to take it away. “It’s okay, Billy. I’m so much better now.”

“But I wish that I’d known you when you were hurting so damn bad. Y-you were alone, and I’m angry that no one was there to pull you out. I would’ve helped you.”

You squeeze his hands. “Billy, baby. I wouldn’t have let you help me.”

“Why?” he asks, his voice cracking.

“Because I didn’t want to get better. I was comfortable in an endless cycle of hurt, and I had to be the one to finally change something.”

Billy leans forward until his forehead is resting against your chest. “I’m so sorry that you had to deal with that, and I know you sure as hell don’t want my pity, but I just can’t have you ever be in pain.”

You weave your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. “I know, Billy. I’m okay, I promise? I’ve worked really hard to be okay.”

He straightens, cupping your face. “God, I know you have. I’m never gonna let you hurt like that again, you hear me?”

“I hear you, Billy. That’s not a place I ever want to return to.”

He leans in and kisses you with so much passion, using his lips to say more than he could ever form into words, that it leaves you feeling dazed. Loved.

“I’m so proud of you,” Billy says.

You smile at him, and if he weren’t already sitting, he’d need to because of how weak you make him.

“Thank you for respecting me and not treating me differently. You have no idea how much that means.”

Billy’s hands slide down to rest on your collar bones. “Why on earth would I treat you differently? Have people before? If anything it shows me how much of a fucking star you are, because you got through that all on your own. You got through it and now I have the pleasure of being yours.”

You feel like someone’s poured warm water down your back. “People are usually awful about it, yeah. But that doesn’t matter. I’m grateful that you’re so accepting. And I want to be more open with you.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about that, baby. I’m working on my patience, so I’m happy to wait and learn every inch of you. Inside and out.” He winks at you, hoping to coax out a smile. It works.

“I’m so glad I got to this point,” you admit to him. You never say that out loud.

“Fuck, so am I.” He kisses your forehead. “My best girl.”

#tw: self harm #tw: scars #trigger warning: self harm #savannah’s fics #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove comfort #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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playful dress miss raven

HI 🤡 I wanted to do some doodles of Miss Raven in her own version of Stage in Playful Land’s costume.

Yes, I was too lazy to color-- I drew inspirations for the outfit design from the female dancing puppets in Disney's Pinocchio (since the new event heavily references this film), Doll from Black Butler's circus arc, and ballet in general. The specific ballet I looked at was Coppelia; it's about a boy who falls in love with a doll (the creation of a mad scientist. His fiancé, Swanhilda, then impersonates the doll in order to win his love back. I thought it fit well with the idea of the "human puppet" motif of the Playful Dress series.

BONUS DOODLES:

I like to think that Miss Raven got dragged along for the trip because she was busy chewing the group out for sneaking off campus... then Kalim (bless him) thinks she's feeling left out, so he tells her to come with them! "The more, the merrier!" (And hey, Ferro and Gidel won't say no to another poor unfortunate soul for their amusement park.) "F-Fine! I'll attend, but only so I can keep a watchful eye on you all! I intend to write a detailed report on your transgressions for the headmaster to review when we return."

"Yeah, yeah. You say that now, but I bet you'll be like a kid in a candy store once we actually get there." Ace rolls his eyes. "You spend so much time with your head buried in a book--it'll do ya some good to kick your feet up and do something different for a change."

"Gahahah! It sounds like she's excited for Playful Land!" Kalim grins broadly. "We're going to have so much fun together!" "I will do my best to assist in the documentation of this trip, Raven Crowley-san," Ortho offers. "Pictures, videos... I'll record them all, so we won't forget this anytime soon!"

... Anyway 🤡 Miss Raven has to help babysit the idiots (while trying to mask her own childish wonder as she experiences an amusement park for the first time). Oh, and J word and L*ona are there, so 💀 more trouble for her...

"Heh. You're staring at that roller coaster with big, sparkling eyes. If you want to ride it, then just say so." Leona says it with a smirk, a lilt of smugness to his suggestion. "There's nothing wrong with a kid being a kid."

"I-I'm not a kid! I'm just... admiring the composition of such an imposing metal structure!! There is nothing like it in the natural world."

Jade chuckles. "Would prefer to partake in one of the many games they offer here? Ah, and should you ever feel peckish, there is a selection of carnival fare to indulge in: caramel apples, popcorn, cotton candy--"

"All foods which would result in terrible toothaches if consumed in large quantities! And games? We haven't the time to enjoy such leisures."

"Oi, eel." A scowl from Leona. "Shameless of you to cut into our conversation, isn't it? I guess without the octopunk around to keep you on your leash you think it's fair game to act out in front of an upperclassman." "Oya? I don't recall there being a formal chaperone for this trip, Leona-san," he replies easily. "Fufu, perhaps you feel the need to preside over your juniors in the absence of the usual pack you dole orders to."

"Here's an order for you then: back off. You're killing my mood."

"As you wish. Come along, Miss Raven. We wouldn't want to disturb our dear senpai." "Dragging prey around like they're puppets on strings," Leona snorts, blocking the path. "You go. The canary stays. Our business isn't finished yet."

"Business?" Jade continues to smile. "Oh no, I would never mean to interfere with such a thing--but it's not truly business you're interested in, is it, Leona-san?"

"Funny. I was going to say the same of you."

"... You're both talking as though I'm not literally right here!!"

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Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)

(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)

Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!

You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way.

“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh.

Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room.

You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark.

Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind.

You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest.

“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic.

The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone.

“It's you and me, that's my whole world

They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"

Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)

It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)

Voted most likely to run away with you.”

The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette.

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil”

You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again.

“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing.

“We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?

We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City

I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Blind faith”

You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again.

“But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you”

You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him.

You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly.

“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 1 year

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Misattribution of Arousal | pt. 2

Fratboy!Peter Parker x gn!reader

Masterlist

Words: ~3k

Warnings: Let me know if I missed anything, but this can be read as a gn!reader. Gets suggestive. Kissing. Fluff

A/N: This is a continuation of this fic. Thank you for the love on the last part – Fratboy!Peter does something to me lol. Hope you like it!

Thanks as always for reading!! Love to hear your thoughts (and thots) <3

It’s not long before you’re leaving a spot open next to you for Peter when he rushes into class a few minutes late. Though you didn’t sit near the back before, you did now so he could easily slip in the seat to your left without disturbing too many others

And so that you could laugh at his little comments without the professor hearing

A little breathless as he removes his backpack, he asks, “What’d I miss?”

Wordlessly, you point to your notes for today’s lecture. The only thing you have written besides the date is “What’d I miss? - Peter” – already knowing what he’d ask

Peter stifles a laugh behind the back of his hand while a smile rises on your face. But any confidence you felt in that moment disappears as he grabs your pencil. His fingers brush against yours before writing something below your question

“You”

He whispers, “That was an easy answer”

With your face hot, you still stare forward, pretending to focus on whatever the professor’s saying. But the heavy weight of his gaze drags down your resolve. To remedy the heat licking up your spine, you try to distract him

“Might be on the test,” you joke, a breathy laugh following your words

Though of course, you could sense the smirk rising to his lips, always winning this back and forth between you two

“Guess I’ll just have to study extra hard, then”

Any witty remark you could��ve had dies in your throat – couldn’t even look him in the eyes for the rest of class

Peter usually ends up taking pity on you in these moments, which much to your annoyance (and sometimes flattery) happens way too often. He’ll tone down the flirtiness and let you breathe before making some other remark that leaves you struggling to face him

One time, you joke that he gets off on it. He just laughs, letting the silence to your accusation speak for itself, which only fuels your overactive thoughts

Some days, you’re doodling in the top corner of your notebook, random shapes and lines – the occasional flower here and there

Those are Peter’s favorite because he’ll doodle his own flowers in between yours. Usually, by the end of class, he rips off the corner of the page and thanks you for the bouquet

He laughs it off, teasing you for not focusing in class or something, but you see the way he slips it into his folder for the class. So you eventually doodle flowers on your paper more often, sometimes on his too (when he actually bothers to open up his notebook)

And you’d go to his basketball games!!

You didn’t really have a reason to attend before besides general school spirit, but now…

Peter would invite you, quite unsure you’d even want to go – unsure he was a good enough reason to get you to come

But you did show up, bought popcorn and a drink, even subtly adding some of your school’s colors to your outfit

Part of you feels a little out of place in all this, but the look on Peter’s face when his eyes catch yours while jogging onto the court soothes any worries as you watch him

And boy do you watch him. The way he effortlessly gets around other players, how his arms flex when lining up his shot, the sweat slowly beading along his forehead keeps you from looking anywhere else the whole game. After he makes an impressive shot, sometimes his eyes will find yours with that annoyingly beautiful smile

After some games, he’d go back to his place to rest or go out to celebrate with his team. But other times, he’d search you out after exiting the locker room

You raise your hands to keep him from getting his sweat on you, but that just spurs him further – which you’re not too upset about because it means him trying to get you and keep you in his embrace. You’re laughing, trying to push him away but only half-heartedly as most of your mind is on the way his hard body presses against yours

Peter pulls away but only a little as he asks, “Wanna get ice cream?”

And you do. Anything to spend a minute longer with him. And something to cool yourself down

One day, it’s in the lulling silence between the two of you in the campus coffee shop that Peter asks you.

In between conversations, when neither of you have fought your words up your throat and out just yet, the silence had felt comfortable for a short time. In that brief window of time between friends and realizing that you’re actually starting to fall for him. But it’s different now, your nerves over-firing all the time around him, so this silence is like no other as of late: coursing into your muscles to keep you tense and nervous, even making you jump when Peter asks,

“Are you coming to my party on Friday?”

Your eyes blink up from the swirls of your drink to his, only beginning with “Um…” while your brain tries to catch up

You knew his frat house threw parties often, Peter leading most of them with wide arms and his usual grace. He’d mentioned you coming to them before but hasn’t ever asked outright. If how shocked you are by his bluntness rises to your face, he doesn’t acknowledge it. You liked Peter, being with him, but at a house of drunk people you didn’t know – that wasn’t exactly your element

As you balanced the decision back and forth in your head, he just watches, giving you an amused sort of look that doesn’t help your focus in any way. You hold your drink close to your body as you answer

“I don’t know, I might need to catch up on things – especially since someone’s been taking up plenty of my free time,” you pointedly say to him

In the short moment of him smiling, you think he might let you off the hook. But no

“C’mon, I can actually show you around the place. And you could meet my friends if you want”

Tilting your head, you ask, “Won’t you be busy hosting or… wanting to enjoy yourself and party?”

The laugh he lets out isn’t quite like one that follows something funny. More like he’s laughing at you for a bad joke. “I’d enjoy myself plenty just hanging out with you. Promise,” he says, holding up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

That makes you giggle. “Were you even a boy scout, Peter?”

His body leans forward along the table, his hand coming up to ruffle his hair before resting his head on his fist. “If you come Friday, I’ll show you my patch collection”

Smacking his arm, you shake your head. “You do not have a boy scout patch collection in your frat house.” You’re sure his wide grin matches your own, and there’s no way you can say no to him, to anything he’d ask of you in that moment

“Okay,” you sigh, “but if you weren’t an Eagle Scout, then I’m going to be a little disappointed”

He whispers a soft “yes!” under his breath, leaning back in his chair. You roll your eyes at his cheering, earning a soft tap from his foot against your leg under the table

Your roommate, watching you unable to decide on what outfit to wear to this, helps you get ready. Something cute? Something revealing? Your roommate leans toward the latter, “Make him start drooling the second he sees you”

Compromising on something in between, you walk out the door into your campus’s night air hoping it’s good enough for… what?

With each step, you get closer to the house, passing other students dressed up for the night, you’re not sure what you’re trying to do. Impress him? Get him to kiss you? Not be too embarrassed to show you around at least…

Music grows louder as you near the frat house, seeing colorful lights stream out from the windows. Just as sneaking thoughts start worming their way through your mind second-guessing this whole thing, you spot him

Peter’s out in front of the house, leaning back against the wall, bobbing his head to the music and sipping from a cup. In the swaying shadows of the lights, he looks beautiful like this – and then he sees you

Instantly, everything about how he holds himself changes. Pushing off the wall, arms stretched wide with that electric smile, he walks toward you

You’re not sure whether you’re relieved that you won’t have to search through a sea of bodies to find him or dreading how nervous his intense gaze makes you

As the distance between you two dwindles, his eyes drag down your body, making you shrink a bit. Maybe it’s the outfit, but he’s like this with you all the time. It’s how he has to be to any girl here

Your hands clasp in front of you, your fingers picking at your nails. Perhaps Peter notices because he grabs your hand in his, sending your skin aflame with his hot touch, and brings it up

Dramatically, he holds it as he bows with a dumb smile, saying, “Welcome to my great estate”

Giggling and embarrassed, you weakly try to pull away, but he holds tight for a moment – like if you pull again, he’ll let you go in an instant. As if he’s asking if you really want to leave his touch

But you don’t so you let him hold your hand as you say, “Peter, you’re ridiculous. I’ve already been here before”

Shaking his head, he fake tsks at you. “Sweetheart…”

Oh my lord. What did he just call you? Wait, shit, he’s still talking

“That was the traditional Boy Scouts greeting, don’t go disrespecting it. And you haven’t been here in its prime time, so I’ll have to reacquaint the two of you”

All you can do is laugh, your mind too fuzzy to think of a good response when that pet name for you rolled off his lips so beautifully. Not that you were focused on his lips

The feeling of him squeezing your hand brings you back, your eyes focusing on the way his head tilts slightly at you, his gaze never leaving you

Clearing your throat, you finally manage to say, “Show me the way, then”

Peter shifts to the other side of you, and the way your stomach drops at the chance of him letting go of your hand shocks you, your heart thumping against your ribs. But he just moves your hand from one side to the other, entwining your fingers with his while walking through the door

You’d been to parties, have become acquainted with loud and stuffy places full of people you don’t know, but the sheer intensity of all that feels tenfold against your chest. You knew his fraternity was made up of a lot of basketball players, but the amount of towering men walking through has you feeling just as small again

For a split second, someone bumps into you, disconnecting your hand with Peter’s as swaying bodies swallow you farther away. Standing on the tips of your toes, you try finding him again, but you can barely see or hear anything

You’re left following the crowd, pushing through until you find the kitchen. Feeling sweat start to form along your skin, you find anything cold to drink, standing off to the side. Though the rest of you feels warm, the part of your skin that he touched feels just a bit colder without him next to you

In the corner, focusing on the people in front of you, you’re trying to calm your heartbeat. And hoping that Peter would somehow find you

Though with everyone so close and the music too loud to hear another person even if they were yelling next to you, you found it difficult to find peace

Not until you spot him once again

It’s his flopping blonde hair that you first see, recognizing the twisted strands of sunlight as they move toward you. Then his warm eyes as they scanned the crowd

You look next at that usual smile that had started feeling like a familiar comfort – like discovering your new favorite song you wanted to replay for hours on end – but he isn’t smiling

No, his mouth’s set into a straight line, his eyebrows drawn together as his head whips this way and that. Abrasive thoughts in the back of your head tell you not to, that he wasn’t really looking for you. But still, you raise your hand, hoping to grab his attention

And once his gaze finds you once again, a tightness visibly escapes him, loosening his shoulders as he pushes through to you, not letting anyone stop his momentum until the two of you are face to face

“There you are,” he yells, though it feels like a caressing whisper against your cheek

“Here I am,” you tell him, unable to hide away from his infectious smile that brings one to your own face

“Yeah,” he breathes out. You can only tell by reading his lips, but you find it hard to drag your eyes away from his mouth after that

Not until he asks, “You okay? You look a bit flushed”

Peter pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, checking your temperature with those worried creases adorning his face again. The sheer tenderness brings a shaky breath from your lungs

“Here, let’s go upstairs,” he says, eyebrows raised as he grabs your hand again, holding tighter than before

A pang of apprehension – of guilt – hits your chest. “Shouldn’t you be down here hosting and being with your friends?”

As soon as your question hits his ears, he gives you a soft smile, rolling his eyes as he leads you through the crowd once more. Every time he looks back, making sure you’re okay, a tang of butterflies swirling in your stomach starts up again

The misattribution of arousal theory isn’t lost on you in the moment, and you refuse to be confused like those people. Clearly, your bodily arousal is coming from the suffocating party rather than the handsome man glancing back at you with stars in his eyes

That same inner voice from before raises worries that every pair of eyes watching the two of you might be assuming that Peter Parker’s taking you up to his room, all alone, to make you another one of his one-night stands

But you feel the way his thumb rubs against your skin as you climb the stairs, feeling the callouses he brushes along the dips and curves of your hand – finding yourself unable to care too much about what they all think when he fits so right against you

Outside his door, he knocks a few times, ensuring no one else has snuck in to use it before pulling you inside. All the once deafening noises become muffled behind the closed door, in a world far away from the one you found yourself in with Peter

The clicking of the handle’s lock being pressed clangs through your body, making your eyes widen. Was this what he actually wanted from you? You chewed on your lip, debating the situation in your head in an instant

But once he looks at you, he explains with a sort of breathlessness you haven’t heard from him before. “I just didn’t want to have some drunk couple trying to get it on while we’re talking, I didn’t mean to imply…”

Seeing him as the one flustered for once, his cheeks flushed as he tries to ensure you weren’t uncomfortable brings a surge of something – pride, softness, pure happiness in this uninterrupted moment – to your chest

“Makes sense,” you say, sitting down on his bed, taking another sip of your drink to soothe an ache in your throat… trying to soothe the pulsing that Peter seems to pinprick your body with

“Want another drink?” he asks, gesturing his head to the cup you hold

“I’m okay.” You shake your head, a smile rising across your face. “I’ll have to pay you back for another drink then,” you joke

“You never had to pay me back for the first one,” he says, walking in long strides to sit next to you, the mattress dipping with his weight and pulling your body closer to his

A tightness creeps up your throat, unsure where this comes from as you say, “What excuse would I have had to see you then?” You hope the giddiness, your frayed nerves, don’t show on your face

But he’s staring so intently at you from only a few inches away that he has to notice. But he doesn’t point it out, only whispering, “Let me take you out, sweetheart”

If it weren’t for the dull beats of the music and shouting voices coming from below, you would worry that Peter could hear your heart hammering throughout your body or the hard swallow that scratches its way down

Maybe he does hear it because now he’s only a breath apart from you. Softly, you whisper, “Then we’d have to go on another date so I can repay you”

Still closer now, you’re able to pick out the shimmering specks of color adorning his eyes, and you’d spend as long as he’d allow committing each and every one to memory

Against your lips, he mutters, “Oh, wouldn’t that be a real shame”

You aren’t sure when your hand found its way to his hand pressed into the mattress next to your hip or when it creeped up to his forearm, but it seems every inch of yourself magnetically pulls to him in the most addicting way

Even still, his eyes flick between yours and your mouth – now parted in shallow breaths – with his eyebrows raised, silently asking you the question your body is practically begging from him

At the weak nods you gave him, he asks, “Yeah?”

Your nods turned excited, desperate, as you whispered back, “Yes”

Surging forward, his lips are on yours, his hands pressing down against the fabric of your clothes, his chest pushing yours back. Like he can’t get close enough to you, not in this moment or ever

But the little noise that erupts in the back of your throat satisfies him enough as you lean until your back is flush against his bed and body over yours, his mouth moving as his tongue dips past his teeth and against your bottom lip

You’re not sure how long the two of you stay like this, a push and pull between your bodies, when he tilts his head back. As his forehead’s resting against yours, ragged breaths filling the space between you and a spreading warmth filling an empty space between your ribs, you smile

You smile until your cheeks hurt and he’s grinning back at you – like he’s content not being in on the joke, or maybe just that he knows the exact reason why you’re so happy because it’s the same reason he is

And you let him take you out on that date, with a promise to pay him back with another

@reidslovely

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter #college au #college!peter parker #tasm andrew garfield #tasm spiderman #peter parker x you #tasm peter parker x reader

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year

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Jubilee | Renji Abarai x Reader |

author's note: this is an au where renji is a mechanic and reader is his secretary/bookkeeper. i plan to do an overall larger story with this au, and will likely consider this fic 'canon' to that one when it's released lol. but i love this idea and had to write something quick for it, and it's lightly inspired by an outing with my friends the other night 🩷

pairing: renji abarai x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, modern au

The sound of the door between the garage and the office area alerts you to your mechanic's presence, eyes quickly flitting to check the time— around his usual time for a snack, so you expect to soon see him with a bag of popcorn as he sits in his usual seat at the edge of your desk. But when you hear the jingling of his keys instead of the microwave popcorn popping, all sense of time and the world as you know it shatters. This man, while not strict about routine at all, has always naturally followed the same way day in and day out.

Renji appears before your desk, the keys to the building and his car swinging around the ring looped on his index finger. "C'mon, we're closing early today."

Blinking and quickly pinching your thigh to ensure this is real and that you haven't nodded off at the desk again, you perk a brow at your friend and technical boss. "Huh?"

"Gotta clean your ears out." He teases with that handsome smile. "I know everything I tell you goes in one ear and out the other, but clearly some stuff sticks since you apparently didn't hear me. I said, c'mon. Shop's closed the rest of the day."

"But you've still got-" Your hands search for the daily schedule Renji wrote out for himself, and on it it shows he's only got but four of the six oil changes done, not to mention the—

"Hey!" He knocks his knuckles against your wooden desk. "It's fine. Trust me, the work'll still be there tomorrow. Now can you please come on?"

Irritation twinges at your lips, pulling them into a bit of a pout, not that you'd admit that to him and take the chance of him wanting to stay late another day to make up for the short workday. He slips into one of his nice button-up shirts he keeps on standby— his favorite Hawaiian shirt, actually. It's black and the flowers are a mix of white and warm colors, and you've always thought it looks stunning on him.

"What's the occasion?" The question is a hum on your lips while you tidy up the desk and shut down your computer.

"It's the last night of that lil carnival that's in town. I wanna go check it out." Renji says boredly, swinging his keys as he waits for you to finish getting ready to go. "I want you to go with me. My treat."

"Aren't you generous, paying for a lady's three dollar entrance ticket?" You tease and pick up your purse, following him out of the door and waiting as he locks up.

"Turns out 'm not the worst boss after all, eh? I remember birthdays too, punk, so consider this part of your birthday present." He pokes at your forehead with a sly grin, and damn him to hell— you were quite hoping he'd forgotten your upcoming, dreaded thirty-third birthday.

Your lips pull into a pout. "So you're admitting you're the boss here, hm?" Renji always tells customers you're the one in charge and sticks with that mindset even when you're alone, so such a statement from him is odd.

"Just for today. Had to give ya a break." Renji winks, the light from the sun that's just barely starting to set casting a nice glow on him.

Your scoff is light and followed by a warm laugh, and soon you're ducking into one of Renji's many cars. It's his daily driver, nothing fancy or classic or particularly stunning, but it's the only automatic he owns and thus the only one you can actually drive, so it's your favorite by default. "This jubilee happens every year, y'know, and this is the only time you've ever mentioned it outside of complaining about all the traffic it causes."

Renji shrugs, looking far too relaxed as he drives. "I wanna go."

Good enough for me.

The city park is full of people and madness as Renji drives in, swooping into the last miraculously-empty parking spot. And bless his foolishness as he smiles cheekily at the father of five that's fuming in the minivan as he has to make another rotation for an empty spot. You hide a snicker in your hand and walk with Renji to the entrance, watching as he charms the old lady selling the tickets and making her day.

"What?? Six dollars?! You're cleaning me out, missy." He teases, opening his wallet and pulling out the cash for the entry fee. Bless the old woman's heart as she laughs and blushes at Renji's innocent flirting and slaps the two tickets into his hand.

"I think you'd make more money as a stripper for old ladies." You snort and walk with your friend into the carnival, the bright lights from the rides and the smell of greasy food attacking your senses.

"I don't have the rhythm for stripping." Renji laments with a dramatic sigh.

Your giggle is music to Renji's ears as you survey the carnival. The lines are all long and he's not quite sure how he feels about some of these rides— this was put together in a matter of days?? Hell no.

The ferris wheel still looks kind of fun, however…

Renji leads the way to the ride, and after a quick glance back to make sure you're still there, he takes your hand. "Don't go missing on me now!"

The warmth of his hand is just barely hotter than the burn of your cheeks; it's been five years since you met and subsequently started working with Renji at his dingy little auto shop, and you loathe to think about the truth of why you've been single all this time— if that sort of love with your friend was in the cards, it would've happened by now.

Renji, oblivious to your mental plight, finally finds the end of the line to the ferris wheel and staunchly takes his place and quietly dares anyone to try and cut in line. His hand is still firmly holding yours and it's like a switch flicks in his mind with how suddenly he drops it.

"Your hand is oddly soft." You murmur as you begin people watching.

"I keep telling you, WD-40 is the best moisturizer you can use!" Renji insists with a laugh, and you shove him playfully— he knows how much you hate the smell of the degreaser.

The line moves slowly, as expected for a ferris wheel, and it's dark by the time you're loading into your carriage. The breeze is cooler than it has been all day long, and Renji notices your shiver as the ride gets going. "I didn't bring a jacket." He murmurs. "You can use my shirt, if you want."

You shake your head and rub your arms as they litter with goosebumps. "No, it's okay. It's just a little chilly."

"Mm. Well, come here." His leanly muscled, tattooed arm slips around your shoulders and already you feel a certain warmth enveloping you. "Been told I run like a furnace."

"You do."

"Guess that makes me pretty hot, huh?" Renji's smile is full and you just can't help yourself but laugh at his cheesy little joke.

"With all the swearing I hear from that garage and that red hair of yours, you're definitely at least a hothead."

"Ooooh, deserved." The redhead hisses. "I don't try to be, y'know."

"I know. I also know all that effort goes out the window the second you hit your head on a hood."

"Hey, you give it a try and tell me you wouldn't let out a swear or two!" Renji pouts, brow furrowed and he looks so stupid but still so damn cute.

"I don't have any reason to be under a hood— that's what I have you for."

"Damn right." He's smug now, the bozo. He squeezes you tighter to his side, running his hand up and down your arm a few times. "You feel okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." He's so warm, and damn that fancy cologne of his, the one that cost him more than one of his tattoo sessions. It's essentially been designed to set every nerve of yours alight and fill your chest with a pounding urge to pounce on the poor mechanic that just wanted to smell nice.

"Good." He mutters lowly, his thumb swiping across your chilly skin.

The ferris wheel is filled up eventually, and you get maybe five rotations before a sudden stop, the LED lighting on the sides of each carriage going out as well. Renji groans, louder than the other voices in the midst of the outage, and looks down at the ground and tilts the carriage enough to make your heart skip a terrifying beat. Before you can even think twice you're grabbing the back of his shirt and tugging him closer to you.

"We are all the way at the top! Do not tilt this fucking thing!"

"Scaredy-cat." Is all Renji responds with, the bastard.

"Shut up!" You hiss, and Renji finally settles in as someone down below alerts you through a megaphone that the fireworks show is about to begin, and that they've had to pause the ride.

"Well look at that. We got the best seat in the house." Your mechanic settles in, pulling you close to his warm side as the show begins.

And truly, it's worth being stuck at the top of the ride. The lights are fantastically bright, the shapes and pops and booms all backed by a playlist full of some of your personal favorite bops and classics. Renji smiles as you sing along, and finds himself looking at you more than the show, not that you notice his watchful eyes.

Renji carefully slips his phone from his pocket and snaps a few photos, and by the time he takes the last picture you've caught on long enough to smile for the camera. And that's as long as your interest lasts as the finale starts up, but Renji's too busy setting the perfect picture as his phone's wallpaper to witness it.

His heart warms when you meet his eyes just as the last few fireworks go off, and his cheeks flush red at the gentle, brief touch of your lips to his cheek. "Thank you for the birthday present, Renji."

He makes sure to bring you to the local event and do the same thing each and every year after, if for nothing other than your sweet kiss.

#renji abarai x reader #renji abarai x you #renji x reader #renji x you #renji abarai #renji bleach #bleach #fluff #fic

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k-evans-reads · 1 year

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In Living Color

Chapter 15 - Part One

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 7,622

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: None.

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November 21st, 2021

Nat held Lily’s hand tightly in her own as they made their way through the concourse, music pumping through the speakers over the chattering of the excited fans – and the excited kids around her. They were following Eric, Heather, Ryan, and Ella to their suite at the Seahawks game today, and with a glance over her shoulder, Nat smirked from behind her face mask at Chris. He was walking behind them, a hat pulled down over his head, sunglasses, and a mask on, but Carson practically vibrating next to him as he rushed to keep up with Chris’ long strides was a sight to see.

She and Chris had gotten into Seattle early the previous night, having flown from an airfield in Los Angeles. It had felt weird to Nat, not landing at the large international airport, the very one that’d welcomed her home each and every visit home in the last ten and a half years since she’d moved to California. But the one thing she still struggled to wrap her head around was the world she’d stepped into, the one where private flights with her partner had become a regularity and not a one-off experience, paid for by work for an international premiere, one where she was accompanied by other coworkers.

But as the only passengers on the plane, it provided them with the privacy that they needed, but it was a little laughable given where they were now, in stadium with tens of thousands of fans, one where nearly anyone could recognize the towering frame clutching her three-year-old nephew’s hand as Chris tried to navigate the busy concourse while also listening to the boy as he rambled about the fish he wanted despite his parents’ refusal, but Nat was thankful with every passing face that Chris seemed to be flying under the radar.

They slipped into the suite with little fanfare, and the door shutting behind them was barely noticed as the kids rushed over to the snack table as Chris slipped his sunglasses into his pockets and the adults removed their masks and tucked them safely into their pockets now that they were the only ones around.

Heather collected the kids masks before she and Nat began helping the kids get some food while the guys got everyone drinks, and before long she and Chris were standing at the high-top counter overlooking the field while her family got settled in some of the seats below. His arm was looped around her waist while he sipped at a beer, a sideways grin on his face as he caught her staring at him. She leaned up to peck his cheek before she turned back to her plate, taking a chip and snacking on it.

Heather stood from where she’d squatted down in front of Carson’s seat, pulling a knit hat over his blonde hair as the boy munched happily on some popcorn next to his grandfather. She walked up the short stairway to the main area of the suite, admitting, “I can’t believe we’re actually sitting in here. I feel like a celebrity.”

Her husband, Ryan, rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his plush seat next to his daughters. “The only reason we got a suite is because we’re with a celebrity,” he corrected her.

Nat leaned into Chris’ loose embrace, her side pressed against his firm chest as her eyes moved over the kids scattered between the adults below them until she glanced around the field in front of them, littered with players as the game got underway. “The real reason Chris got us a box wasn’t for privacy. It’s just because he knows that they’d sniff him out as a Patriots fan,” she laughed, tapping his chest with a grin as he laughed loudly.

Chris nodded, a smirk on his face. She knew it was all in good humor – the teasing, the ribbing – but he certainly was making an effort today, to do something with her family and make a big gesture like this, and it wasn’t going unnoticed. “It does go against my religion to be rooting for the Seahawks but I guess I can make an exception this one time,” he conceded, smirking below his baseball hat.

“You better, otherwise we’d have to ship you back to Boston for Thanksgiving,” Nat murmured as her hand slipped over his shoulder to rest on his back, a sideways smirk on her face as he met her eyes.

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, telling her, “I gotta make it more than a day before I get kicked out.”

Heather chuckled as she made her way back down the stairs and sat down next to Ella, handing the girl a water bottle as Nat pointed out, “Technically you haven’t even made it a day yet.”

“Thanks for that reminder, babe,” he muttered playfully as he rolled his eyes, slipping his arm away from her waist as he grabbed his beer with a small smirk.

Nat watched as he made the short trek down the stairs, going to sit next to Carson and Eric. “I’m just saying you still have plenty of time to get kicked out,” Nat called, crossing her arms over her chest.

But before he could respond, Carson turned to look at her, his little face screwed up angrily as he told her, “No! Chris can’t leave! He’s gonna play trains with me!”

A pleased, almost cocky look appeared on Chris’ face as he glanced back at Nat rested his arm over the back of Carson’s seat. “That is true, Carson and I have an appointment to play together tomorrow so that can’t be broken,” he grinned, the cocky look becoming genuine when Carson beamed up at him.

“Then I guess we’re stuck with you for at least another day,” Nat laughed, leaning her hip against the counter as she looked down at her father, Chris, and Carson, all together as they began explaining parts of the game to the boy. “Although I certainly hope that I’m stuck with you a lot longer than that.”

Chris didn’t miss a beat and his eyes met hers as he honestly said, “Me too, Nattie.”

She watched them for a few more moments, seeing the way Carson’s face would scrunch up in confusion and he’d point a finger at something, then the way her dad and Chris would easily explain what was going on to him. A fond smile was on her lips but soon she heard Lily ask her to come sit by them, and without a second’s hesitation she joined her nieces, sister, and brother-in-law.

“Looks like the boyfriend is trying to make a good impression with this whole Seahawks game, huh?” Ryan asked her with a chuckle, but she knew there was no harm behind his words.

She shrugged and took a sip of her seltzer, explaining, “He wanted to do something nice for everyone since we invited him for Thanksgiving.”

“I think the nicest thing he gave anyone was letting Alex and Zach stay home alone with the baby so they could actually rest,” Heather sighed as she leaned back in her seat, one hand holding Lily’s loosely as the little girl watched the game for a moment before she picked up a colored pencil and began coloring in a book on her lap. Nat knew Alex and Zach were a little bummed to miss the game, but they certainly had looked forward to an afternoon alone with Jack. He was almost three weeks old and she absolutely loved getting to meet the newborn the previous night, but between the chaos of the holiday season, having a three-year-old and a newborn, and Zach going back to work soon, the couple were definitely ready for a bit of a break.

“I think you might be right,” Nat told her sister, smiling as Lily showed her one of her drawings. “It was his idea to bring Carson so that they could have a break.”

Heather raised a surprised brow at her words. And Nat wasn’t lying – Chris had tried to think of a way to help Alex and Zach with this transition, coming up with so many, between them watching Carson for a night or two, going grocery shopping for them, really anything, but she was glad that this was what he landed on. “So he’s really trying to earn points, huh?” Ryan asked with a laugh.

“He’s already earned plenty in my book,” Nat assured them, unable to stop her eyes from drifting at Chris, catching him as he watched Carson talk animatedly with a smile.

She didn’t catch the pleased look Ryan and Heather shared, but when Ryan cleared his throat, she turned her attention back to them and watched as he shared, “This morning when we were getting the kids in the car he was telling me how much his family loves you, so you must have made a good impression on Halloween.”

Nat sighed, shaking her head as she confessed, “I sure hope so.”

She loved him – she knew that without question. But it was no secret how important his family, his friend group, and his hometown crowd were to him. She always thought that had things not gone perfectly, it would provide a huge strain on the relationship and possibly even end it, knowing that from her own experience with her family and how important it was to her to have someone who not only fit in with her family but loved them and that they loved in return. He had always spoken so incredibly highly of his family and friends, and couldn’t help but feel nervous showing up as a non-famous, slightly awkward, curly headed artist, wondering what they all would think of her and then relay to Chris. But in the weeks since her visit to Massachusetts, she’d felt herself being able to breathe deeper with each and every hour that passed without a hint of rejection, knowing she had passed the test.

Heather’s lips upturned into a smirk as she watched Nat, shaking her head as she sighed, “You’re in so deep for him, Nattie.”

“That’s what dad told me months ago when I came for Ella’s birthday,” Nat laughed, a faint blush warming her cheeks.

Ryan smirked, rolling his eyes as he listened to Ella as she whispered something to him.“Well it’s only worse now with that puddle of drool you have coming out of your mouth every time you look at him,” he told Nat.

“You can’t really blame her on that though, I mean look at that guy!” Heather laughed, but patted Ryan’s chest reassuringly as he looked at her in faux-shock.

“It’s a lot more than that. Chris is just…” Nat trailed off, shrugging with a smile.

Lily’s head turned to look at Nat as her hand paused, mid-coloring. “What is he, Auntie?” She asked Nat, her voice soft and innocent.

Nat smiled down at the six-year-old, her body angled towards the girl. “He’s wonderful, that’s what he is. And I love him a lot,” she told her honestly.

Ella leaned forward from in between her parents, asking, “Are you going to marry him?”

“I don’t exactly know yet, but I sure hope so,” Nat smiled, feeling her heart skip a beat at that – very real – idea.

Nat knew that it was still early on in the relationship, having been together just a little over six months with a couple of those being long distance, but even with it being early on, she knew that this was special. Never before had she experienced a love and connection on this level that felt so genuine and pure. Even in five years of being with Shane she couldn’t build what she had in just a few short months with Chris and when she saw Chris turn his head from where he sat and looked up at her, just shining that beautiful smile at her before turning back to watch the game, she knew what she felt was reciprocated.

Feeling the warmth in her chest, Nat couldn’t help but get up to walk down the few stairs and file into the row with her dad, Carson, and Chris, stopping for a moment to retie Carson’s shoe before she sat down in the empty chair next to the man she loved so deeply. Almost instantly his arm snaked around her shoulders, pulling her in a little closer to him as he pressed a soft kiss to the edge of her forehead and whispered a soft, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled, leaning her chin on his collarbone. “And I love that you’re here with me.”

Nat took in the sight of tenderness on his face before he connected their lips for a soft kiss that said all the things they were both feeling. She stayed warm curled up against his side with his arm still resting around her while the game went on.

Carson began to doze during halftime, and stayed asleep while Chris carefully passed him over to Nat. Before long, Ella and Lily joined their aunt, cousin, and Chris down in the first row while Eric moved back to sit with Heather and Ryan. Eventually, the cold wind was too strong to ignore as the kids' cheeks and noses turned pink, and before long the adults decided to head home, knowing that lasting three quarters was a success in itself.

With their masks back on and Chris in his sunglasses as well, Ryan carried a sleeping Carson through the club-level concourse as the Martons made their way towards their car in the reserved parking lot. With the game going on, the hallways and stairwells were relatively empty, but with tired, cold kids, they still moved slowly.

“Auntie Nat, I’m tired,” Lily complained as they moved down the flight of stairs, their voices echoing in the space.

Nat gave her a small smile, knowing she was telling the truth. It’d been an exciting day and she was feeling worn out herself, but Lily had been overstimulated and was feeling it. “I know honey, but you could take a nap in the car. It’s a little bit of a drive back home,” she assured her niece.

The little girl’s stride stopped as they reached the landing of the stairs, a frown likely on her face. “Will you carry me?”

Nat sighed, knowing they still had two flights of stairs and a long walk through the parking lot. “Lily, I don’t think I can. It’s still a long walk down to the car,” she admitted, her heart breaking at the sad look on the girl’s face.

Chris’ hand landed on the small of Nat’s back as he reached the landing, his voice low as he asked, “Do you think Lily would be okay with me carrying her? Or I could take Carson so that Ryan could carry her.”

Nat pursed her lips as she thought over the options, but as she looked at Lily, she realized something. “Why don’t you ask her?” She asked Chris as she glanced over at him and down to Lily.

“Hey Lily?” Chris asked as he kneeled down to be eye level with the shy girl, his voice tentative and soft. “Would you be okay with me carrying you?”

Nat watched her niece’s face, knowing that this would be a big step for her. Lily had struggled with anxiety and being comfortable around other people, but Nat thought that this would be a good opportunity to give the sweet little girl a choice and she couldn’t help but smile ear to ear when Lily just nodded softly.

She watched Chris’ thick arms reach out to scoop Lily up gently, holding her against his chest while her tired head laid on his broad shoulder. Nat reached out to tuck a piece of Lily’s soft hair behind her ear before they started walking to catch up with everyone else, but with Nat just a few steps behind Chris, she couldn’t help but melt at the sight of her sweet little niece wrapping her arms around Chris’ neck to hold onto him as she closed her tired eyes. Although it was a big step for Lily to accept Chris’ offer, Nat almost figured that she shouldn’t be surprised with the aura of comfort that Chris seemed to exude. He had a way of putting people at ease and was always willing to meet everyone with understanding and compassion, and Lily was no different.

Her eyes were practically glued to him the entire journey to the car, watching him use one of his hands to rub Lily’s back comfortingly before he carefully buckled her into the carseat. It wasn’t surprising to her how good he was with kids, knowing how much he enjoyed them, but actually getting to watch the way he took care of them, listened to all their chattering, and played games with Ella on the way back to the house, allowed her to see just what a natural he was and made all kinds of emotions stir inside her.

By the time they’d made it back to the outskirts of Kirkland, Carson and Lily had woken up from their nap and were happy to climb out of the minivan behind Ella before they ran toward the house. Ryan and Heather were following behind but Eric veered off to go feed the chickens until Nat waved him off and told him that she’d take care of it.

A pair of footsteps could be heard behind her and she instantly knew who it was when a warm hand came to rest on the small of her back and she could smell his musky cologne before he chuckled, “You know, it kind of doesn’t surprise me that your dad has chickens.”

“That he got just for fun,” Nat smirked, leaning into his touch as they made their way towards the fenced in chicken area.

Chris’ left hand was shoved in the pocket of his jeans as they walked, shaking his head as he told her, “That sounds like a very you thing to do.”

“I got it from somewhere,” she shrugged simply, a slight frown on her face as she thought. “And from everything I know about her, my mom was normal so I definitely don’t take after her.”

Her comment hung as she slipped out of his grasp and stepped into the chicken area, grabbing the bag of feed and spreading it on the ground. The chickens came running out to eat, but one – the latest chicken to join the Marton family, along with Erwin – made its way around the group and to Nat. She bent over, picking up Matilda and smiling at Chris’ surprised chuckle from the other side of the fence. She turned with the hen in her arms as she faced Chris, posing with a laugh as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to take a picture.

Once the picture had been taken, she put the hen back down. The couple were silent as she stepped back outside of the coop area, both of their eyes watching the animals in amusement. She was surprised when Chris’ arm slipped around her waist again but relaxed in his embrace and took the chance to tell him, “...They really love you, you know.”

“The chickens? How can you tell?” Chris laughed, his nose scrunching with the action as she rolled her eyes at him.

“Not the chickens you idiot,” she corrected, swatting at his chest as he kept laughing. “My family.”

“Do they?” Chris asked, his voice genuine and a bit quiet. He waited for her nod, then shrugged and confessed, “I’ve honestly been kind of stressed about it. I can tell your dad likes me but I don’t know everyone else well enough to read them.”

“They really do, I promise,” she reassured him, turning in his embrace to face him. Both of his arms were now wrapped around her waist, while her hand hooked over his shoulder as she looked up at him with a soft smile.

“I’m so fuckin’ relieved,” Chris shook his head while he half-smiled. His shoulders relaxed under the reassurance and he quietly admitted, “I was stressing at the game with what Ryan was saying about the box and me being famous. I had thought the game would be a nice gesture but then was freaking out and thought that maybe they all just thought I was just some asshole bigshot trying to just show off or win them over or something.”

Nat gave a sympathetic smile, knowing she’d felt the same only weeks ago. “And I thought the exact opposite when I was in Boston,” she told him.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his brows furrowing with confusion as he looked at her.

She’d kept this fear deep inside of her for a while now, never wanting to make anyone think differently of her if she were to share it with them. But here now with Chirs, she felt safe, she felt loved, and she knew he wouldn’t judge her at this point – he knew and had seen far too many worse and crazy things from her for this to be the thing that scared him off. “I was so afraid your family and friends would think I was just some gold digger or social climber because I’m just a normal person,” she informed him as she shook her head at herself.

“Everyone who met you loved you instantly, and told me so themselves,” he assured her, a frown on his face at the implication of her words. She knew he likely was more upset over the insecurity laced in her confession rather than any possible dig to any friends or family back home, but no matter what, he clearly didn’t like that confession from her. “I love who you are Nat, and I love that you don’t care about the shit that comes along with me. I love acting and I’m so thankful for the opportunities I’ve gotten to have but one day, and I hope this day is sooner rather than later, I don’t want all of that. I want to just have a normal life. I want to be able to come home to my wife and drive our kids to school and decorate the Christmas tree and have barbecues in the summer. I want my own family and I care more about that than any film or project that comes across my desk.”

An emotional smile on her face appeared as she listened to him, hanging onto every last word. He could always do this, quell any lingering anxieties or fears with a simple reassurance, without hesitating. It meant so much to her and she truly didn’t want a future without him by her side, no matter what it looked like – struggling to scrape together money or living life without any worries about their security. As long as they were together, it was worth it to her. “I feel like we’re getting a little bit of that now,” she couldn’t help but point out to him.

“We are, and I love it,” he grinned, his hands splaying across the small of her back on her black turtleneck. “It means a lot to me that you invited me here, Nattie.”

Her lips pursed a little as her hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his head, running through the hair at the nape of his neck slowly. “It means a lot to me that you wanted to come,” she admitted to him.

“Nowhere I’d rather be but with you,” he assured her, his grin turning into a wide smile.

And Nat felt that to the core of her being when he pressed his lips to hers lovingly, before his arm stayed wrapped around her as they made their way back up to the house. All of this just felt so right. Nat was here with the people she loved most in this world, and Chris just seemed to slot in so perfectly, as if he had always belonged there and that spot had been waiting just for him.

Her focus was pulled off of him once they were back in the house and Alex was handing baby Jack over to her while Alex made her way to the bathroom, but Nat certainly wasn’t complaining. She hadn’t gotten the quality time with Jack that everyone else had the past few weeks since he’d been born with her still being in California, but she was soaking up every bit of it now that she was here and just nuzzled her face against his soft cheeks before going over to the couch and sit down with her tiny nephew in her arms.

They spent the evening like this, with the kids all playing in the house that their mothers and aunts grew up in, surrounded by their uncles, grandfather, and Chris. They enjoyed their pizzas as they spread all over the kitchen, with the kids at the kitchen table with Eric, Alex, Zach, and baby Jack, who was sleeping on his dad’s chest, while Heather, Ryan, Chris, and Nat hung near the kitchen island, a few beers on the counter around them as they all talked loudly.

Nat could barely contain the emotions she felt as Zach passed Jack to Chris so that he could have a break and eat his dinner. The sight of that little infant in Chris’ arms as he laughed quietly and listened to the stories the kids were telling about the latest happenings at school, was almost too much to handle and she was thankful for the reprieve when Heather took Jack, offering to get him ready for his bedtime soon.

The kids had moved into the family room and around the television with the rest of the adults while Nat and Chris put away the leftover pizza and started tackling the dishes, but soon some tiny footsteps trailed down the hallway outside of the kitchen and came to a stop in the archway. Nat glanced to make sure it wasn’t Carson needing something or wanting Chris, but she was surprised to see Lily hovering nervously in the doorway.

“Hey buggie, looking for something?” She smiled at the girl, reaching for a dish towel and drying her hands off.

“Um…” The little girl trailed off, eyes nervously glancing to Chris, who was reaching for a dishwasher pod below the sink before he put it in and turned on the dishwasher, and back down at her hand, which was furled in a tight fist.

Nat raised an eyebrow, moving to crouch down in front of Lily. “What is it, Lils? Do you want a snack?” She asked, pointing back at the pantry from over her shoulder.

“No,” her niece said, a deep blush settling on her cheeks. She opened her fist as she explained, “I…I…made this.”

Nat’s jaw dropped open a bit as she looked down at the large rainbow beaded bracelet in her hand. “This is so sweet, buggie,” she told Lily, her eyes moving over them, seeing the variety of beads on them, her eyes lingering on the ones that spelled out his name. “Chris, I think you should come take a look at this bracelet.”

“Oh I’m coming. I can’t miss out on this gorgeous jewelry that Lily is making,” Chris laughed from the sink, shutting the water off and drying his hands. Nat picked Lily up, putting her on the counter next to them and standing in front of her as Chris came to join them.

“Do you see the name on this bracelet?” Nat asked, pointing a single finger at the bracelet in Lily’s left hand.

His brows raised, an excited look on his face as his eyes twinkled. “Lily, did you make this for me?” He asked her, his voice soft and touched.

“...Your bracelets aren’t sparkly,” Lily murmured as she nodded, wide eyes as she reached out to lightly touch his red bracelet, one of the ones he’d shown her in September.

“That is true. They look so lame compared to this gorgeous bracelet,” he agreed, his hands twitching a bit. Nat knew he probably wanted to hug the girl, knowing how much his heart must be bursting from the gesture by Lily, but that he was trying to not make her feel uncomfortable. “Can I wear it right now?”

Lily’s little head nodded, a shy happy smile on her face as she held her hand out and Chris took the beaded bracelet, sliding it on to stack it with his other thin bracelets. Nat almost wanted to laugh looking at the rainbow beads on Chris’ wrist but she knew how much this moment signified, loving to see her shy niece show the deep affection she already had for Chris. She kept watching as Chris gushed over and over about the bracelet, pointing at every tiny detail and assuring her how much he loved this gift and just how talented she was.

Nat knew that any child would have loved the attention but it ran so much deeper with Lily. She was so shy and reserved, struggling so much with her anxiety that it made it hard for her to warm up to new people, so for her to be this attached to Chris already was a sign of just how much she liked him and nothing touched Nat’s heart more.

“Lily, I love this so much. Can I give you a hug?” He asked, waiting for her response patiently. At Lily’s shy nod, he wrapped his arms around her, holding the young girl as he whispered, “Thank you for my bracelet, Lils.”

“I liked making it,” she confessed as he stepped back.

“Can we go show everyone my bracelet, or do you want to keep it just between us?” He asked, raising a brow but smiling reassuringly at her. Nat knew without a second of hesitation that he’d do whatever Lily wished, but she found herself hoping Lily was confident enough to tell everyone about the bracelet.

“I… I wanna show them,” Lily decided, her voice sounding more confident than it had before.

Nat kept watching as Chris wrapped his thick arms around Lily, balancing her on his hip while she wrapped her little arms around his neck to hold on. He easily held her with one arm while he held out his other one, showing off the bracelet as he walked into the living room and loudly announced, “Look at the present I just got!”

Even from the kitchen, Nat could see through the open archway to Lily blushing furiously as she clung to Chris but that smile of pride was evident on her face as Chris walked around to each member of her family to show off his new accessory.

It was a few hours later with the memory of the bracelet fresh in their minds as Nat confessed to Chris, “I think you might upstage me as Lily’s new favorite,” as she shut the white door behind them, the small bedroom a little cramped with the suitcases and backpacks piled in the corner near her dresser. Chris’ bag, obviously packed for his forthcoming trip to Disney in a few days made her heart clench, but she pushed aside those emotions as she focused on right now… at how perfect today had been, so much so that she’d wished every day could be like this. Happy, peaceful, relaxed, and their own little… thing together.

“Have you seen the way Lily looks at you? I don’t think I could ever upstage her precious Auntie Nat,” Chris smirked as he undressed down to just his boxer briefs and his new bracelet, climbing onto the creaky bed and laying against the wall. His eyes softened as he met her gaze, his voice nothing but honest as he pointed out, “All of those kids are so obsessed with you.”

She rolled her eyes fondly as she threw a sweatshirt over her frame and pulled on a pair of pajama pants, explaining, “It’s because I’m the out of town aunt so they just like that I bring them presents when I come.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not that,” Chris laughed, pausing as a long yawn escaped him. His left arm rested above his head while his eyes drooped a bit, but his voice was engaged and low as he added, “I think I can guarantee it’s that you make them feel so loved. You’re pretty fucking good at that.”

“It’s easy with them. I love those kids,” she whispered, sitting at the foot of the bed as she reached for her lotion, rubbing it into her hands. She silently offered him the lotion and with a shake of his head, she put it down next to her, massaging it into her arms and legs.

“Have you thought about how many kids you want one day?” He asked her quietly, his eyes locked on her.

“I’m not really sure,” she shrugged, looking down as her hands kept moving. “I know I want kids, but I don’t know how many though.”

“I want a couple at least, hopefully more,” he shrugged, his answer a little more specific than her non-committal one.

She arched her brow, looking at him with a smirk as she asked, “Are you the one having them?”

“Nat,” he rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at her comment, his tone turning more serious before he looked right at her. “What are your thoughts on kids in the future? I think it’s important for us to talk about.”

Having a family and children was something Nat had longed for deep in her heart for a long time, but had given up on that idea the past couple years. Once things with Shane were getting worse and then their inevitable breakup, she had given up hope on the thought of having a family of her own. Nat wasn’t stupid and knew that she was getting older and with a career like hers that she had dedicated so much of herself to, she knew that by the time she could even find someone to spend her life with, it might be too late for children… that was if she even found someone that loved her.

But here she was, being in love and being loved beyond her wildest dreams and having him express his feelings of wanting to have this - a home with their children running around - with her was something that made tears sting in her eyes. This wasn’t some far off fantasy anymore, this was something that was possibly on the horizon and knowing that he was thinking of a future together raising their family side by side was enough to have her heart flutter.

Nat pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she rested her chin on her knees. Although she was so happy to know that he was bringing up this possibility, she had stuffed down this deep want of hers for so long, trying to let it go that the thought of it being brought up again felt slightly terrifying. Nat couldn’t help but feel her mind wander to the what if’s, wondering how she’d be able to handle entertaining the idea only to have her hopes dashed in the future and although she didn’t mean to, Nat slipped into her coping mechanism of humor as she glanced at him sitting with his back against the headboard, only clad in those tight black boxer briefs on his toned tattooed body and she shrugged, “I mean, with you looking like that I wouldn’t mind having ten or twelve kids.”

But he didn’t laugh as he normally did to her jokes, knowing her too well and just giving her a look as he lightly nudged her with his foot, “C’mon, I’m being serious.”

“So was I!” She laughed, her cheeks turning a little pink at his prodding.

“Nattie…”

“I do want kids,” she reminded him, shrugging a bit as she looked around before she met his gaze again. “It’s just hard to think about.”

He nodded, his voice lower and quieter as he asked, “Because of your mom?”

“No, it’s more just that I’m afraid to entertain that idea and know it might not happen,” she finally confessed, pausing as she mulled over his suggestion. She still found herself struggling lately, even after Chris’ revelation about Shelly back in Massachussetts a month prior. He’d pushed her to finally admit the very thing she’d been scared to – that she felt no connection to her mother, and she struggled about where she fit in with her remaining family members because of it. And while she had been more open and honest about that with Chris since, it didn’t mean it still wasn’t hard. “And a little about my mom, I guess. I mean, I don’t know that I really know how to be a mom because I never had one.”

“I already know that you’re going to be an incredible mom because of seeing how much you love your nieces and nephews and how much they adore you,” he assured her, a tiny half-smile on his face. “And I really hope that I’m the one who gets to see you be a mom.”

“You’d want to have kids with me even after six months of finding out about how crazy I am,” she stated dryly, giving him a skeptical look.

Chris’ loud laughter echoed around the small room, loudly enough she began to worry he’d wake one of the kids as they slept happily down the hall. But before he could ruin the fun and allure of their week-long sleepover at grandpa’s, he stopped laughing to tell her, “Remember I knew you a couple months before we dated, so I knew you were crazy long before we got together.”

Nat smirked, pushing his foot off of her leg as she pointed out, “Hey, I was trying to be serious and now you’re the one being the sarcastic asshole,”

“I was just trying to make you laugh, but you’re right,” he agreed. His eyes moved over Nat as she sat at the foot of the bed, her legs bent at the knee as she rested her chin on her kneecaps. He raised an eyebrow at her as he sat up, hands hovering in mid-air. At her nod, he leaned forwards, gently unfurling her body and making her relax as they sat closer together, his hand resting on her leg, which was now straightened across the bed. “I’m being completely serious when I say that I want kids, Nat. And I want them with you. I know that we’re still getting closer and working on this relationship, but I really only see this relationship heading one direction because I love you so fucking much, Nattie.”

“I love you too,” she breathed, knowing she’d never hesitate to say those words to him, never questioning whether either of them meant it when they spoke them. “And I want all of that with you too.”

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. His hand slid up her leg to her arm until it rested on her cheek, holding her in place until their lungs began to burn a bit. As they caught their breath once they parted, he looked at her up through his long eyelashes and confessed, “You looked so fucking good with that baby in your arms.”

“So did you. I didn’t think my poor panties were going to be able to stay on while you were holding Jack,” she laughed, running her own thumb over his bearded cheek as she smirked.

“Hey, I thought we were being serious.”

She laughed sharply, shaking her head. “I am being serious!”

“You’re ridiculous and I love you,” he chuckled, sliding a bit farther back up the bed as she moved over to the singular nightstand. “But you still didn’t answer my question… how many kids do you think you want?”

“Maybe two or three,” she shrugged, putting the bottle of lotion on the beat-up wooden nightstand, the one that had always been in her childhood room. “Probably four max.”

Chris nodded as they settled below the covers, yawning again as she turned off the lamp. “I think that feels like a good number. I want my kids to have siblings so I want more than one but somewhere between two and four seems just about right.”

“I want to be married first though,” she told him, her voice a bit firm. “I want that before kids.”

“Don’t worry baby, you won’t have to twist my arm,” he laughed, his voice dropping lower as she rolled over, resting her head on his chest. “I have no intention of letting you go.”

Her hand rested on the firm pec below her, a content sigh escaping her lips. “I have a feeling when the time comes for kids, we’ll know it,” she mused, knowing Alex and Heather had always spoken about having just…. known when they were ready to add to their little families.

“I think we will,” he agreed, his voice hardly above a whisper. “I just hope we know before I’ve signed onto anything.”

His words barely were cause for concern as she relaxed against Chris, quietly telling him, “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“I know, but I don’t want to be that dad,” he confessed. Her eyes opened at those words, narrowing as she stared at the yellow wall next to him. Just as he’d earlier clocked her insecurity-fueled words, she was catching this, this self-hatred and fear he had about what was meant to be such a special time in the future for them both.

“What ‘dad’?” She asked, wanting him to clarify it for them both.

“The dad who’s always gone,” he explained, shrugging half-heartedly, causing his chest to rise and fall beneath her cheek. “I don’t want to be stuck filming for months somewhere while I miss out on my kid’s lives.

“You won’t be, Chris. You’re not like that,” she reassured him, shifting her body so she could look up at him. He had a scowl on his face, one that almost told her he barely believed those words, but she persisted and added, “And even if you are gone, you’ll still be involved because that’s who you are.”

His scowl became a frown as he pointed out, “I just already am going to be the older dad, I don’t want to be gone on top of that.”

She knew their family would likely look a bit different than most, no matter where they lived. They’d have family on opposite coasts, split time among Los Angeles, Washington State, and Massachusetts, but most of all, the biggest oddity would be Chris. His job provided him – and those around him, by default – with the security that came along with blockbuster contracts, royalties, and comic book franchises, but it also meant him going away for weeks and months on end, sometimes several times a year, having a microscope on his life, and being gossip fodder.

But none of that mattered when she looked at the grand scheme of things. She saw that it meant they’d never have to worry about having money to put any of their kids through college, they could take care of their parents when that time came, be generous, charitable, and use it for good. Sure, him being gone when they have a baby might have her eventually singing a different tune, but Chris…. Everything he was, kind, funny, smart, caring, crazily energetic, and most of all, a good person? That was worth anything, and it always would be.

“Age doesn’t make a difference in what kind of parent you are and in fact, I think being older helps you be even better,” Nat pointed out. She knew his age was something he’d grown to be insecure about as time passed without starting a family, but it would not be a crutch, not for a long time. “But let’s try not to worry about it now, okay? The future will take care of itself.”

His frown and deep worry lines relaxed as he shook his head in disbelief, telling her, “I still can’t believe how you can always do that. You can always cut through the noise and get right to my heart.”

“I’m kind of partial to that heart of yours,” she laughed, her eyes slipping shut as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers again.

As they settled back into the mattress to fall asleep, his heartbeat and breathing slowed beneath her cheek as the long few days of travel and chaos with her family caught up with him. She was close to sleep herself as her eyelids grew heavy, but a distant cry in the room down the hall brought her back to awareness as Jack woke.

And as muffled movements from Alex or Zach could be heard, Nat couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like when it was them waking up to their baby crying. She couldn’t help but think about when it would be, in two years? Three? But most of all, she wondered what their kids would be like, if they’d get their blue eyes or somehow get the brown eyes that her dad and sisters had. If they’d have Chris’ reserved personality or her crazy one, her curls or his rich brown hair, thick from toddlerhood.

But most of all, she couldn’t fucking wait.

A/N: We hope you enjoyed this part! We truly adore it. We are so so proud of so much in this story already, but ESPECIALLY this chapter. It just means so much to us, as does your support and comments! Thank you so much for reading!

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sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff · 1 year

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The Façade will always fall (Tendou x shy!reader)

Y/N=your name

L/N-last name

T/N=teacher’s name

F/C=favorite color

Background: you are a first year at Shiratorizawa who struggles (quite) a bit with certain aspects of school (essay writing, presentations, being taken advantage of for projects, etc.) and Tendou is a 3rd year and was assigned to be your tutor by the school after the first one had transferred schools for a better basketball program. And you’re in a dance club.

With all of that out of the way let’s get started:

3 MONTHS AGO…

YOUR POV(1st person):

Today felt harder than usual. And by that I mean everything in my day from the small mundane things like getting out of bed and eating breakfast (which spoiler alert I did not do like usual honestly) all the way to the big test I had been grinding study hours for which made me worry I was going to have to get more help from my new tutor that I still haven’t met yet.

We weren’t even halfway through the day when I knew what the outcome of my worst classes would be. Even though I know I’m meeting my new tutor after this class I’m heading to. At least I’m supposed to meet them during lunch which gives me a decent chunk of time to work.

English

The class where I constantly had issues being the one who was too shy to make groups myself and was the one who always ended up doing all the work. Even at some points having to stutter through 90% of the presentation because my groupmates didn’t feel like contributing.

I thought about what sadistic plans my teacher had for our class while I was walking to English whether it was an essay, popcorn reading, or worst of all: group project.

I arrived at my class 2 minutes early as usual and slid unceremoniously into my seat in the middle of the room and took out my book as my peers steadily entered the classroom and also took their seats.

The first 5 minutes of class were normal with us having to write a 2 paragraph composition based on a thought provoking question and us sharing with the class what our answers were. I never wanted to share my opinions out of fear that my opinions and answers would differ from my classmates’ answers.

But right as the teacher was about to call on another student to share when the class phone rang. The teacher sighed as she walked over and answered the phone only conversing for a measly 15 seconds with her only answer being “ok I’ll send her over there now”. The murmurs spread through the class with assumptions of who it could possibly be.

When the teacher finally quenched our need to know who this lucky soul was to be able to leave:

“Ms.L/N you are needed in the office”

“Mrs.T/N may I please return here to retrieve the work later?”

“I’ll see about that, the assignment may be waived entirely” I walked hurriedly and anxiously towards the office mulling over what the reason could be for me needing to be there.

As I sat and waited in the office I finally heard my name be called by the counselor

I walked in and there was the counselor and sitting across from her is a boy with venetian red hair and a pleasant aura surrounding him.

“Ms.L/N I know you were supposed to meet your tutor during lunch but I thought it would be most beneficial for you to meet him now. Y/N L/N meet your tutor 3rd year Satori Tendou. He will be assisting you for the rest of the year.”

“N-nice t-to meet y-you T-Tendou-san.” I say as I shakily bring my hand out for a shake knowing what’s what I was trained to do. “Well it’s nice to meet you too Y/N-chan! I look forward to helping you out!”

I liked this guy already. Which was rare because 90% of the time people’s first impressions for me were not positive as people thought timid=needs to be infantilized. And he didn’t do that. All he did was show genuine interest in a genuine fashion.

“Great! Feel free to use any empty study rooms in the library. Oh and you will both be excused from your classes for the rest of the day to get acquainted with each other!”

And as they say the rest was history…

PRESENT DAY

“Alrighty Y/N-chan you can do this! I believe in you!”

“I-I don’t know a-about that what if I fail?!?!”

“With research that good it won’t matter how you choose to present it! But if the actual presentation aspect is what’s scaring you, then we can work on that! Besides, I know how excited you’ve been about this topic! You can’t give up now!”

He wasn’t wrong. I had been looking forward to researching and debating the efficacy of certain media types in regards to Ethos, Pathos, Logos in the form of persuasion.

“Why don’t we practice the wording and style of your presentation? I think practicing will help calm your nerves.”

“O-okay. Why music can enhance the efficacy of product advertisement…”

I was just winging it honestly as he looked interestingly at me while I was talking. Not speaking. Just all eyes on me flitting between my face and the computer with my slides.

“...so in conclusion contemporary music is most effective at enhancing the efficacy of product advertisement.”

“Ok that was great! You should probably tweak your introductory title to… aha! ‘Why contemporary music is the most effective advertisement enhancement.’ easy!” He said all of this as he swiftly edited the thesis of the title slide.

“Th-thank y-you T-T-Tendou-san”

“It’s no problem really. It is my job after all.” That was true. He was assigned to be with me and probably had no choice in the matter.

“So just to check again before the end of our session. Are you feeling confident about your presentation?”

“I mean I’m sure it could be better in some way or another but I think I’m ready?”

Now Tendou was NOT an oblivious guy by any stretch of the meaning and was terrifyingly observant.

“Hmm…ok if you say so” he said while squinting at me as if I was sitting across from him while playing among us and was the imposter. Everything about his facial expression screamed ‘this seems sus’

TENDOU’S POV

And with that we parted ways and went back to our dorm rooms respectively. What I had forgotten was we had dorms in the same directions and she had probably not realized that. So I just opted to tail her at a medium distance.

I noticed as soon as she thought I was gone she shifted from walking what people would consider normal and just started…trudging?

Wait

That could only mean one thing. I know that trudge as I did that too throughout my school years. That’s the gait of a person who is trying to look tired but is really just super unhappy.

But that doesn’t make any sense. I never see people harassing or bullying her around the halls or anything. But then again I know nothing about her peers in her classes. At least there’s still daylight and I know her English teacher is still here.

I quickly sprinted back to the classrooms trying to remember which room was T/N’s room.

Turns out I caught her just in time as she was just packing up her equipment.

“Ah good evening Tendou. Can I help you with something?”

“Actually yes! You see the girl I tutor is in your class right before lunch and I know she has a presentation tomorrow. So what I was wondering is if I could come in and watch her present because I know how hard it is for her.”

“Um sure? Which student are you tutoring?”

“Oh. Y/N L/N.”

“Ok fine. I have her presenting 7th overall”

“Sounds great! Thank you so much!”

“You’re very welcome”

As she was saying that I took off towards my dorm and plotted my before-school-interception mission

NEXT DAY BEFORE SCHOOL.

YOUR POV

I was going down the stairs of my dorm when I kind of just…stopped and had a wave of fear overcome me knowing my presentation was in just a few hours.

All I could think about at that point was how everyone was going to laugh at me just like last time and how I’ll fail because it got too overwhelming and I had to go not be bullied and ridiculed again.

But I kept telling myself that I practiced for this and I wasn’t going to let Tendou-san’s help go to waste because of my cowardice.

And looking at the time I realized I would have to run to get there with enough time to serve as a buffer in case something happened.

I got to the hallway where my first class was and sat down to finish up/correct any problems on my math homework since that would be easy.

So just as I finished checking over the first problem I see a pair of feet stop in front of me

“Ohayo Y/N-chan! How are you?” Tendou said as he was bending down so his eyes could meet mine

“O-Ohayo T-Tendou-san. I’m fine just reviewing some math work.”

“Sounds pretty responsible of you. I don’t know many people who just check it over more like doing it for the first time”.

“I just like to make sure I keep my grades up where I can.”

“That’s still very smart” he said as he poked my side

“Eek!”

“Oh my~is my Y/N-chan ticklish?”

Uh oh. Keep cool. Make it seem like you’re NOT flustered.

“U-uh no”

“Really? Cause that sounded like a laugh to me~”

Fuck. Busted big time

“N-no it wasn’t” I was sure this would convince him

But it didn’t

“Well then I’m sure this should be fine then!” As he proceeded to run his fingers up and down my sides

But of course a façade can only stay up for so long

“It’s fine j-just sensitive”

“While we’re at it why don’t you tell me why you seem so mopey recently”

“I-ihihihim nohohohot mohohohopehehey” fuck. Well I knew it was a matter of time

“Really cause last night you seemed kinda down” he said as he switched from just running his fingers up and down my sides to full on tickling me

“Nohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho stahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahap”

“Well well lookie at what we have here~ are you sure you’re not ticklish my little kouhai?”

“Ihihihihihihihihihi hahahahahahahahahave tohohoho keheheheheheheheeheheep workihihihihihing” I kept trying to squirm free from his grasp and try to stop laughing and regain composure

He decided this wasn’t enough to get me to crack and let something slip so he decided to slide his fingers down a few inches to my hips and went WILD with the scribbling and squeezing

“nohoHOHOHO STAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAP PLEAHEHEHEHEHHESE”

“Oh dear it looks like my precious little kouhai can’t handle her tickles to her wittwe hips huh? Are you finally going to tell me why you’re mopey? Or shall I continue?”

“Youhuhuuhuhu cahahahahnt I hahahahahahahahahahave clahahahahahahass”

With that statement he looked up at the wall clock in front of us “oh we have plenty of time~ feel free to keep giggling though it’s like music to my ears. Or you can tell me why you’re sad and gloomy”

“FIHIHIHIHIHIHINE YOHOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN I’LL TELL I'LL TELL”

“Well a deal is a deal” and with that he stopped his incursion of tickles but still held on to my midsection for support in case something happened

“S-so l-last night I-I-I started to doubt my work and I had to think about my group mates and their portions of the presentation and if I-I d-don’t th-the b-b-b-bullying wi-will st-start a-again I” and I couldn’t finish as I choked up and started crying

“It’s ok it makes sense to be nervous and second guess yourself but what’s important to remember is bedtime anxiety decides nothing is good enough and makes everything seem like garbage. As for the other point you brought up about your group; fuck em. They did nothing and therefore deserve the F that is inevitably coming for them. I’m excited to see your hard work payoff and I don’t think they should get any credit.”

“B-b-but what will they think of me!?”

“Who cares because you’re my friend and I’ll be here for you. Just like you’ve been there for me when I was sad. Now the only edit you have to make is take their names off the powerpoint and you’ll be done!” As he said that he slipped my laptop out of my bag and proceeded to do just that. He even was kind enough to put a footnote saying: ‘L/N Y/N’s tutor Tendou Satori has removed the names of the people who contributed nothing to this project (・ω<)’

“Now let’s get your little face cleaned up and get you to math.”

TIMESKIP TO THE PRESENTATION

“Alrighty can L/N’s group please come up?”

And she was interrupted by Tendou slamming the door open and looking at me with something I could only explain as an excited gleam in his eyes and ran to the back of the room.

He sat at the back of the room attentively looking at me and giving a double thumbs up as well as a smile

My group mates came up with me and just as they were exiting their seats the teacher said rather suddenly “oh you three do not need to go up as L/N-san has been separated due to lack of effort on your part. Whenever you’re ready, L/N.”

And with that I started. And I winged my speech just like the day before.

Something about Tendou being there helped. Like it was just the 2 of us in that study room again and no cares in the world.

“…and with that I am happy to leave all of you with the conclusion that contemporary music is the best at enhancing the efficacy in persuading people in advertising.”

There was a dead silence for a second before the room went CRAZY. I heard loud and clear above the crowd Tendou screaming “ENCORE ENCORE! THAT WAS AMAZING”

I wanted to burst into tears from the joy 🥹

TIMESKIP TO LUNCH

“Well well well look at my perfect little kouhai who aced her presentation~” Tendou had said this as he came up to me when I was sitting alone at lunch

“H-how do you already know?!?”

“I have my ways” honestly I wasn’t even gonna question it knowing he was like a wizard basically

“Now why don't I introduce you to my friends from volleyball. I think they would really like you!”

And just like that my love story with him begun.

And that’s how this chapter of my life ended.

#shy!reader #tendou x reader #tendou x you #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu tickle #haikyuu!! tickling #ticklish!reader #lee!reader

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Just A Child

Darkiplier x teenage!gn!reader (PLATONIC)

Requested by 🖌 Anon:

“Bro (/gn), Would you be willing to write something about this idea? So, in the Markiplier universe- under the assumption that Actor has been Mark in each project- he kinda drags Viewer (Ima call them V) along with him, right? So, imagine if instead V was actually just a nervous teen. (Obviously the people in each universe would just be complimenting V, not flirting) So, they're sticking with Mark since they don't really have anyone else to rely on or anything. But what if they don't really like Mark, and see Dark as a more stable... well... everything. An you know how Dark seems kinda hooked on getting V "out of Mark's grasp" basically? So, what if V takes him up on that, and Dark DOES manage to get V away from Mark, and like, takes them back to the Ego mansion or smth and kinda just helps them adjust and interact with everyone and more-or-less becomes their caretaker/guardian? If not, that's fine! Either way, have a great day/night/etc. :)”

I highkey had a hard time writing this one and I'm not, like, 100% happy with it but idk maybe it's just bc I've been working on it for a while lol

Warnings: Actor is a creep in this (mostly implied), hurt/comfort-ish?

Word Count: 1563

Masterlist

You fidgeted as you walked through the theater again. The incessant “Bonjour”s were giving you a headache at this point. And the most you’d had to eat was a sandwich. Though, it was a while ago since that happened…

“The romance?... Or the horror?”

The last time you came through here, you’d “watched” the romance. It was… something.

You pointed at the horror door.

“Good idea! I’ve actually never seen this play before. I don’t even know who made it, so…” Mark shrugged, smiling that fake, plastered-on grin as always. “Could be a fun adventure.”

“Good luck!” One of the waiters… employees… One of the men that seemed to work everywhere you went stared dead at Mark. It was the first time you saw him so serious.

Mark also seemed unsettled. “Oh, okay. Alright.” He did a little salute as he said, “Bonjour!” to the employee.

As you followed Mark to your seats (him going on a one-sided dialogue about how he was a “patron of the arts” and so on), you couldn’t help but feel… unsettled. You looked around. Nothing was out of place since the last time you came through here. And yet, a chill still ran up your spine as you sat in the front row seat, directly in front of the lone table on stage.

“You want some popcorn?” It was futile to reach for a piece, but you tried anyway, before the carton of kernels was pulled away. “OH! It’s starting!”

Was it?

When you turned back to Mark to ask him just that, you found his chair empty. The cold feeling of dread covered your shoulders like a blanket. Your gaze found itself once again fixated on the table on the stage. Creaking sounded from every corner of the room. A high pitched whine rang out, coming from within you just as much as it was coming from around you. The room began to distort. Change. Shift.

And then it was dark.

“You’re… different.”

You would have screamed, but you couldn’t feel yourself anymore. It felt like your body had been swept away, like all that was left in this void was your conscience. Instead, you stared.

The man before you looked like Mark. But he felt… wrong. Looking at him gave you a headache. His skin was pale, lacking any color at all. In fact, the only color you could see anymore were glitches of red and blue that clung to his suit and formed distorted versions of the man standing behind himself.

The man tilted his head. His neck cracked sickeningly. “So,” he mused, though his voice lacked any mirth, “he’s dragging along helpless teenagers now… How pitiful.”

Who are you? echoed around in your mind. He didn’t answer your question, if he even heard it at all.

“I know this must seem confusing, like a bad dream you can’t wake up from… But believe me when I tell you that it is all his doing.”

In a blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting at the table from the restaurant. The only difference, aside from the nothingness that surrounded you, was the man in Mark’s place. He had his fingers interlaced, hands resting on the edge of the table.

“Endless choices, all leading you back here.”

A voice whispered from the darkness. Trapped. A moment later, the man was saying the same thing.

“You’re trapped in his little game.”

Your voice came as little more than a whisper. It faded into the darkness surrounding you.

“How do you get out?” He tilted his head at you. Curious, studying. As if he didn’t expect you to ask such an odd question. “I can help you.”

In another flash, you were back outside. You weren’t sure where, but it felt less suffocating than the endlessness from before.

“Enough of the choices. Enough of this endless cycle of meaningless.” He straightened up, brushing his hair back from his face before holding out his hand. “I can get you out of here. You just need to let me i-”

“Oops.” The world was dark again. You didn’t look up from your chocolate ice cream. “Looks like you made the wrong choice.”

“I-I shot someone.”

Even after all of this fake Mark’s reassurances that it would be okay, your hands were still shaking. The heavy weight of the gun still sat in your palms. But every time you looked, it wasn’t there.

The man, entity, whatever he was, watched as you picked up your spoon. It trembled and shook in your grasp. He worried for a brief moment that you would drop it before it even reached the bowl.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up. The blue and red that surrounded him seemed dimmer than earlier, softer. You couldn’t hear the ringing that pressed against your skull. He thought you looked like an infant - too young and small to be dragged into Mark’s mess.

“What I promised you still stands.” He reached his hand across once more. His hand was ice cold as it grabbed yours, stilling your tremors. “I can get you out of here.”

You should have been terrified. First Mark, with his uncomfortable flirting, as if this was all just some role that needed to be played. Then the endless loops. And now…

“Wh-What.” You cleared your throat, trying to steel the dread in your soul. “What’s your name?”

He tilted his head, brow furrowing. He seemed to ponder this for a moment.

“Do you have a name…?”

“I used to,” he admitted. A flash of… something in his eyes. “I suppose, for simplicity’s sake, you may call me Dark.”

You whispered his name with a mixture of awe and curiosity. “M-My name is-” The world fell away before your eyes.

You blinked up at the building before you. A… museum? Paintings hung on walls peeked out of the large glass windows. You could just barely see a sculpture inside. You looked down at your clothes and found you were wearing all black. A grapple gun rested on your hip.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Turning on a dime, you were face to face once again with Mark. His lips curled into a cheshire grin. There was too much knowing in his eyes.

“You’re not backing out now, are ya?”

Your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your pocket with trembling fingers.

Don’t you feel like you’re running in circles?

You didn’t recognize any of the portraits on the walls. All of them had their eyes crossed out. And it felt like they were… whispering to you. The only one that looked even remotely familiar sat at the end of the hallway. It looked like-

“Same snake, different skin.”

You wheeled around, heart racing in your chest. Dark stood there, hands behind his back, in a white suit this time. He looked just as malcontented with your presence in this “game” as he had the last time you saw him.

“Always spinning his yarns, his webs, his lies.” He sighed, tilting his head. He seemed almost like a disappointed parent, scolding you for staying out too late. “I always thought that you were trapped in his games. Perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories. Helpless. Lost.”

You looked over your shoulder at the last portrait. The paint had flaked away and fallen off, but you remember the smiling face that was there before. The disgusting, plastered-on smile that was always there. “Was that Mark?”

The entity hummed. In a flash of red and blue, he was standing in front of the painting, scowling at the gilded frame. “He is behind all of this. Pulling the strings like a puppeteer controlling a marionette.” His gaze flicked over his shoulder. You swallowed at the implication.

“Last time…” Your brow furrowed. How long ago had that been? How long ago was it that you sat at the ice cream parlor, being comforted after shooting Mark? You swallowed, and pushed back the thought. Dark’s face softened, as if he knew what had crossed your mind. “Last time you said you could get me out of here.”

He turned his body to face you. Haloed by the light above the picture, he nodded. “I can.”

Unbidden, tears welled in your eyes. “Please.” You bit your lip, fighting the shake in your voice. “Please get me out of here.”

He stepped forward, stopping a few feet in front of you. His face was somber, gentle. He seemed to look you over for a minute. Perhaps he was seeing what you’d gone through - the prison, the forest, the pirate ship, the cave. Every now and again, an image of himself would turn to the side and scream.

You swallowed hard. Would he turn you away now? He so openly gave you his hand before, offered a way out. Would he abandon you in this loop now? A warm tear fell down your cheek.

“Please.”

Cold arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad chest. A hand carefully cupped the back of your head. “I will get you out.” He held you as you clung to him and cried into his suit. He could only hope they were tears of joy and relief, and not for the choices you’d been forced to make. You were just a child, after all. And he would make sure Mark knew, too, when his time came.

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growup-thatbeautiful · 2 years

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hi! i absolutely adore your writing. could you you write a fic for timothee based on finneas’ new song “mona lisa, mona lisa?” it’s so cute and i think it could be perfect!

awww, thank you so much! i would love to <333 i did some morning fluff and cute convos for you

warnings: cursing, some bad self-thoughts, light kissing and touching

word count: 1.5k (also i’m sorry this took a while, i was writing my entry for harringrove week at the same time!)

mona lisa, mona lisa - timothee chalamet x reader

“You should be in a painting.” Timothee says one morning, pulling you from your contemplation of the popcorn ceiling. He always tells you afterwards, when you’ve zoned off like this, that you look like you’re figuring out the whole universe, glassy eyes reflecting the stars.

His words make you laugh, though. It’s definitely a compliment you’ve never gotten before, and also not one you’re sure you deserve.

But he must think it’s worth defending, because he sits up straighter against the headboard of your bed and protests your laugh. “Come on, I’m being serious. Something with soft edges and grey skies that color your eyes brightly. It would be the main attraction wherever they put it, the other paintings dull in comparison to you, however you’re displayed.”

“Okay, and who do you suggest paints this? Got any ideas?” you tease, rolling over to look at him, your head braced on your “I think Van Gogh might be taking commissions, if you want to ask him.”

“You’ll see, I’ll find just the right person for you. Maybe they won’t be able to capture everything about you perfectly, but they can try.” Timothee captures your hand from where it was resting on the sheets and brings it up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles gently.

“You’re just the right person for me,” you cheekily reply. “And if you ever give me a painting of myself for anything it’s going straight into the trash.” Your voice stays just as sweet and you mirror his earlier actions, kissing him on the back of his hand.

“Harsh. Message received,” he laughs. You sit in comfortable silence, falling against him, going lax on his shoulder. He takes the weight easily, wrapping an arm around you and kissing the crown of your head. There’s a thrall to being in his presence, an easy, lovely, atmosphere.

“What are you thinking about?” Timothee questions, running his fingers up your arm and tapping your forehead. “What’s going on in the scary brain of yours?“

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

Timothee snorts his laughter, a sound that bubbles from his chest and explodes outwards. “No fuckin’ way there’s not a million thoughts in your head. Come on, share the fun.”

“It’s hardly any fun,” you start. “But it’s just- I don’t know. It seems like this can’t be real. No one gets fairytale romances like this in real life, but here we are. It’s like I’m waiting for a ball to drop, for a raindrop to fall out of the sky and ruin the sunshine.”

“You think something’s going to go wrong?” he asks, hurt evident in his voice.

You bring your hands up to your face and groan into them, banging your head back against the wall. “That’s not what I wanted to say- not what I was trying to say. But from what everyone else says, there’s supposed to be unhappy, rainy times.

“Since when do we listen to everyone else? And, baby, you love the rain because that means you’re get to spend the whole day inside and watch movies. When rain comes, we’re going to embrace it.”

“How are you so chill about things that make me want to cry? It’s unfair,” you complain.

Timothee scoffs and waves the thought away with his hand. “I’m not as nonchalant as you think. And despite the fact that we don’t fight much, we still have hard times. You think it’s easy to work my schedule around the fact that I can go weeks without seeing you? You think I planned that when I fell hopelessly in love with you? Baby, it’s not like this is easy for us, so if you’re thinking I’m not all in, you’re way off your mark. Amour de ma vie, there’s nothing l between us that I would change, especially how much I love you and the way that I love you.”

“Really?” you ask, lifting your head up to look at him. When that isn’t enough, you move yourself to sit cross-legged facing him, close enough for an important conversation. The light of the room is rose tinted, making his hair gleam golden and inky black.

“Yeah, of course. The moment I saw you, I knew you would be the ruin of me,” he groans into his hands, curls falling into his face. You just laugh and brush them aside gently, knowing it’s a pointless task that you’ll keep indulging yourself with as long as he lets you. “I didn’t even know your name, just knew that you were a friend of a friend. Then I stuttered out my first hello, and you lit up so prettily when I called you beautiful. I could almost feel the red beneath your cheeks, almost as flustered as I was. You let me drive you home under the streetlights, the bar’s music fading away to the sound of your laughter, a beautiful, ringing sound. Shit, what a laugh. It didn’t even matter to me that I had to wait for you to respond to my text, I only wanted to know what you had to say about anything, even if it was to fuck off.” His reminiscing puts your heart at ease. It isn’t an answer to your worries, and it tells you nothing about the future. But it’s so sweet and so him, that it dispenses your worries like the sun draws away morning mist.

“So me playing hard to get the first week was completely unnecessary?” you ask. “I could have answered your text the moment I wanted to instead of waiting and not wasted all those hours worrying I was fucking it up? Damn, that’s disappointing.”

“All that trouble just for me?” he teases. “Baby, I’m flattered.”

“You shouldn’t be. I’m sure no one ever tells you, but you’re hot shit, Chalamet. I’m sure anyone at the bar would result to the same tactics that I did, if not worse. Be happy you got out without a marriage license,” you joke, even though there’s a fair amount of truth behind the words. You know the way people look at him, the way people look at you with him. He’s apparently the one one oblivious to questioning it.

“Thank goodness I was only looking at you, though. I’m the luckiest man in the world, to have someone like you next to me, faithfully by my side. Je ne peux pas vivre sans tou. It’s like you’ve taken over my whole chain of reactions. I do one thing, and it makes me think of you. You are wonderfully and completely overwhelming towards, my own personal soleil.” Timothee hauls you closer to him, holding you close to him, practically in his lap. The sheets are long since thrown to the end of the bed, bunched up in a puddle. You can’t help but lean in and kiss him, hands goin to cup his face. You think, after all this time, he would be used to you not being able to resist that look of his, open and honest.

“Timothee,” you breathe into his mouth. “Baby, fuck, what did I do to deserve you? You’re there for me when no one else is, when I’m falling asleep and can barely remember that I’m supposed to be on a call with you. You’re there in the mornings I have when I can’t make myself get out of bed and the other mornings when I just want to fight everyone. You’re patient and so so kind, more than anyone deserves. Everything about you is strikingly brilliant, and the time that I get with you, be it limited or forever, I will cherish.”

“Angel,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. “I am á toi, pour toujour. Yours, forever, signed with an x on the line.”

“And a heart-dotted ‘i’?” you ask, leaning your forehead against his.

“And a heart-dotted ‘i’,” Timothee confirms. “My very own Mona Lisa, right here. Priceless, flawless, and with lots of hidden mystery. Just the way I like you.”

“Maybe someone will write a critically acclaimed novel about how how to figure me out. That would be incredibly helpful to me,” you wonder, curling into him.

“I’ll start writing tomorrow,” he promises. “A code to understanding the sun of my life.”

“Good title,” you hum. “I’ll write the switched perspective sequel called the boy that the world loves.”

“That’s a tad dramatic, but I’ll take it.”

“It’s gonna be a fucking masterpiece, so you better,” you say, smiling into his shoulder. It’s morning, you should get out of bed. You should start the day, go through the motions of the morning. Make a cup of coffee for yourself and Timothee, figure out your schedule for the rest of the day. You know Timothee has an interview later and you have some writing to catch up on.

But with the way the morning is going, you don’t think that’s going to happen. You think you’re going to stay here for a while, tangled in his arms, listening to his pretty words. It’s better than anything else you can think of possibly doing.

“Can we stay like this forever?” you ask, wrapping around him tighter. His hands come up to your waist, sliding underneath your shirt to grab your hips.

“Sure,” he agrees easily. “Fuck everything else. I’m yours for the day, mona lisa.”

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Lipstick Stains

Pairing(s): Captain Rex x F!Reader, Clones x F!Readers

Summary: The 501st is back home on Coruscant, and you and your girlfriends meet them at 79′s to welcome your boys home.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, some fluff, alcohol, thigh grinding, oral sex

A/N: Minors get out of here! This is my first one-shot ever. Thanks to everybody on discord for our conversation today for inspiring this! It focuses mainly on Rex at first, but I tried to write it in a way that you can write expansions off any of the characters and insert readers. Tag me if you expand any of it!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40629618

“Come on! Hurry!” your friend said to you urgently as she tugged on your wrist. “They’ll probably already be there.”

You panted a little from the brisk pace you had been maintaining, in heels no less, and caught a whiff of sweet perfume. You looked to your left and right, surrounded by your friends. The scuff of heels and boots, the quiet jangle of someone’s bracelets, and the excited whispers and giggles emanated from the group of you as you all made your way to 79’s.

You had been relaxing and watching a holo in your apartment when your friend’s message had come over your comm: “The boys are home! 79’s in an hour.”

You had gasped so hard you nearly choked on your popcorn as you scrambled to untangle yourself from your blanket to get dressed. Your heart had pounded with both relief and anxiety as you got ready. Rex was home. But why had he not messaged you himself? Was he okay? Was he upset with you? It had been weeks since you had heard from him, and he had said something about needing to go dark for a mission. Had something happened to him?

You had to push those thoughts out of your mind and focus on the logic. You and Rex had been through scenarios like this before. Your friend would have probably heard from Fives or Jesse, and you were close enough to Fives that he certainly would have messaged you if something had happened to Rex.

After taking a few calming breaths, you had settled on a short, strappy, black satin dress you knew Rex loved and spent a couple of extra minutes doing your hair and makeup. You took extra care to wing your eyeliner a little and apply your favorite shade of lipstick, wanting to look your best. Rex had never cared whether you wore makeup or not, but if you were being perfectly honest with yourself, you hoped that your makeup would be completely ruined by the end of the evening.

Now you found yourself amongst the gaggle of your friends, all of whom were rather attached to the boys of the 501st. The 501st had built a bit of a reputation for themselves as far as clones were concerned, no thanks to their general and his lack of oversight of them while they were on leave.

Rex had briefly mentioned to you before that the general seemed to just vanish once they were planetside on Coruscant, but had said no more on the matter. You could see how it stressed him out, though. Rex was the one that command automatically defaulted to when the general was not present, and he had to have some stern words with some of the men after the last time they were on leave about the shenanigans they had gotten up to.

With 79’s now in sight, and the collective excitement of your group growing, you hoped tonight would not be like that. You hoped it would just be drinks, dancing, laughs, and fun to welcome them all home.

The club’s pounding base and colorful flashing lights created a familiar scene, and you and the other girls found yourselves amongst a swath of identical faces. Well, nearly identical. Some of the clones had different tattoos or armor or hair, but you focused all your might on looking for a distinct shade of cobalt blue paint and a pretty blonde head.

The friend still holding your wrist let go abruptly and shrieked happily as she was swept off her feet and twirled in the air. As she giggled and wrapped her arms around the clone’s neck, you recognized the red medical sigil painted on his spaulder. Kix. Of course. you thought with a smile. Your friend quickly dragged him further onto the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd.

As your eyes returned to scanning, you spotted Fives sitting in a booth in the far corner with his other brothers looking for your group. Two empty beer bottles already sat in front of him, with a third in his hand. He looked exhausted, but his face lit up like a firecracker when he saw you and your friends.

Identical smiles broke out on all of their faces as you and the girls approached. Two of your friends broke off from the group to order some drinks, Tup and Hardcase in tow, while the others made room in the booth.

Fives set his beer down and happily scooped you into a bear hug, pressing you tightly into the freshly scrubbed plastoid of his armor. “Hey there, pretty lady!” he said loudly over the thrumming music.

“Welcome home,” you smiled back. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, but it was not unpleasant. “I’m glad you’re all safe.”

His smile faded a bit, but he nodded. “Me too. It’s good to be back.”

You had expected that. As much as you hated to admit it, not everyone always came back. They had undoubtedly lost brothers on whatever hair-raising mission they had just returned from, and you knew better than to ask about it right away.

“Is Rex—?” you began to ask, but before you could finish, Fives took your hand and spun you in a smoother move than you could have imagined, releasing you right at the end to send you twirling into the waiting arms of your captain.

“Mesh’la,” Rex breathed, burying his face in your neck and hair and wrapping his powerful arms around your waist.

You gasped and felt warm tears sting your eyes as you melted into him. He really was home. You could feel every ripple of every taut muscle under his uniform—his dress greys. Why was he in dress greys? Oh hell, why would care about that now? He was stunning whether he was dressed up, in his armor, or buck naked. You could have sworn the man let off his own glow, like the sun and stars.

Rex inhaled your scent as if he depended on you instead of oxygen, pressing himself as close as he could to you. One of your hands eased over his tense shoulder blade while the other anchored itself to the nape of his neck. His normally buzzed, peach-fuzzy hair was much longer than you remembered it. It curled a little in your fingers as you squeezed, and was so soft that you could not help stroking it a bit.

“Welcome home, baby,” you said as you eased back, grinning from ear to ear at the most handsome man in the GAR. “I missed you so much.”

There were tired circles under his beautiful eyes, a light layer of stubble on his normally clean-shaven face, and a rigidness in his posture that worried you. If your captain was looking this haggard and Fives was already on his third beer, they all must have been through hell. You continued to stroke his hair and marveled at the texture, raking your nails lightly on his scalp. He blinked a few times and you felt a shiver run through him, so he must have liked it.

His dark honey eyes crinkled as he smiled back at you. Despite the clear signs of stress, he was still overjoyed to see you. “I’ve missed you too, my pretty girl. Missed you every single day.”

He leaned down and captured your lips in a tender, longing kiss, cupping your cheek with a warm, calloused hand. He held you to him with the other hand splayed across your lower back as he devoured you. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, begging for entry, and you quickly parted your lips to let him in. He tasted so good, and he seemed intent on exploring every inch of your mouth before releasing you again.

The kiss left you breathless as you whined into his mouth, and it sent a tingling warm heat radiating from your core out to your limbs. There was a desperation to it that you had not felt in a long time. He nudged your legs apart, slotting and flexing his burly thigh against your center where the heat was quickly pooling. A pleasant shudder ran up your spine as the pressure against your clit increased, and he gripped your waist to steady you.

This was bold for Rex. He had always preferred to wait until you were behind closed doors. But now, here you were, in full view of 79’s and his vode, grinding your aching clit against the muscles in his leg.

It was then you realized that whatever was bothering him and his brothers was better left till morning. You could feel the urgency in his kiss, the silent pleading for you to reciprocate, and his hand guided your hips now as you shifted against him. He would never do anything without your permission, but everything about the way he touched you screamed that he needed you. He needed you now.

As you broke the kiss, his eyes flicked to his brothers and then back to you. It was such a big brother move—making sure his vode were behaving even while he had you ready to fall apart in his arms.

Seizing the opportunity to distract him, you laced his fingers with yours and pulled him toward the back of the club before he could protest. You were not going to wait anymore. If Rex wanted you, you were his.

As you passed your two friends carrying drinks with Tup and Hardcase making their way back to the table, you glanced back over your shoulder at the booth. Fives cracked a knowing grin and winked mischievously at you, pulling one of your friends into his lap. You giggled when you saw her grind her hips down a little and wrap Fives’ arm around her waist while nuzzling up to Echo. Another one of the girls already had her legs draped over Jesse’s lap, and you were certain Kix and his chosen partner for the night were still on the dancefloor.

The girls would make sure they stayed out of any real trouble. If anything, you were probably going to have to make sure Rex never made his way back to the barracks tonight. You knew what chaos would probably ensue there, and the less the good captain knew, the better.

You pushed the refresher door open and dragged Rex inside, quickly locking it behind you. As you turned, you were met with a hungry stare in his amber eyes. You noticed a little smudge of your lipstick on his mouth just before he claimed your mouth again, hoisting you effortlessly into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist so he could press your back to the door.

Through the starchy material of his dress greys, you could feel how hard he was already. He ground himself roughly into your hips, his cock running halfway up your belly, growling out a sound so low and feral it made you soak your dainty underwear.

“Fuck, mesh’la,” he groaned, his jaw clenched in restraint. “Do you know what you do to me?”

“I do have some idea, yes,” you teased, bracing your forearms on his broad shoulders—fuck, how was he so broad?—and tugging on his short curls.

He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin. “Mmmm. Feeling a little sassy tonight, huh?”

“Only for you, Captain.”

He paused.

Oh shit, you were in trouble. You could feel his control beginning to unravel with the use of his title. He rutted his hips into yours and bit down on the tender flesh of your neck just under your ear, immediately soothing the bite with a gentle lick. His thumb brushed over one of your hardened nipples through the satin of your dress, and you were so glad you had forgone wearing a bra tonight. “Careful, mesh’la. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Everything you needed to hear was in his tone. You giggled and unwrapped your legs from his waist, asking to be set back down. You worked the front of his uniform open and you sank to your knees the second your heels clicked on the floor. You palmed him through his trousers before freeing his thick cock, taking him in your hand and stroking him as he leaned his head back and inhaled sharply.

Rex looked back down at you, his eyes both soft and needy. “You’re too good to me, pretty girl.”

You simply smiled in response and flattened your tongue against him as you licked from the base of his throbbing length all the way to the weeping tip. The feeling of him gathering your hair for you and his pleasured moan had your pussy clenching and flooding with need. You felt powerful like this, knowing his earlier warning was futile as you tasted the little bead of precum that had leaked from him. You had always made him finish. He was yours. And his lips would not be the only part of his body stained with your lipstick tonight.

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