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facefullofsadness · 1 year ago

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Could you do a giselle dom pervy step sister(female reader) smut where they don’t like each other at first but ig giselle found a way to turn that hatred into them fucking in secret while their parents are in the house

ANONNNN!!! YOUR MIND!!!! I've been thinking ab this ask for WEEKS and I finally have time to write about it omg obsessed

content - stepcest, blackmail, smut (pervy!giselle, cunnilingus, fingering, face sitting, squirt, voyeurism/public(?) sex)

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a/n - catching up slowly but surely on asks, I have no school this week so imma try my best!

you never really warmed up to giselle.

you never really WANTED to ever warm up to her. she was mean, annoying, obnoxious, and greedy. I mean, how fucking self-centered do you have to be to make your baby stepsis call you by another name because she "doesn't deserve to call me by my real name" as giselle had said. what infuriated you was how pretty she was too. someone who was such a bitch shouldn't get the benefit of being attractive, especially since aeri knew and definitely used it to her advantage. whether it be to the people around her like friends, classmates, teachers, or even your parents, she finessed them like no one's business.

but she could never trick or fool you. you were a challenge to her, and it pissed her off not getting what she wanted. giselle HATED your guts. you were smart, sweet, cute, and generous, traits she simply was not. she hated how your guys' parents eyes' would light up in excitement when you came to them with an academic achievement, looking at you with admiration and love, eyes that would look at aeri with annoyance and disappointment.

aeri's not stupid, she knows why she's disliked, but she doesn't really care. it only really started to affect her seeing YOU be soooo liked by them. she simply hated you because you weren't easy, and you hated her because she saw everyone as easy. though, however much it upset you, it upset her to a degree you couldn't even imagine. she had to win the invisible game, and she was going to get her way with you, one way or another. so she devised a plan, which was to put simply, blackmail.

one day when you were gone at school, she set up a secret camera in your room facing your bed. she laid back on the living room couch in content, watching you come home from school, shooting each other a painfully fake greeting, before you ascended upstairs to your room. during nightfall, you would of course, fulfill your physical desires while everyone was asleep in the house, unaware of the recording device from across the room. and in the morning when you left, your wicked stepsis would sneak back in to retrieve the footage, playing it back and giggling to herself, knowing this would ruin you.

giselle's sweet baby stepsis, a sexual deviant during the after hours, shoving a huge dildo into her pussy to force multiple orgasms from her own body.

aeri was giddy with joy, now owning what single-handedly would win her the upper hand. the day continued as normal, but as you were about to go to sleep, there was a knock at your door. you rolled your eyes when you opened it to find a smug aeri, her phone in her hand with a play button over a still image of you in your room. your eyes shift between her and her phone confused before she pushes you inside and shutting the door behind her.

"what the fuck is that aeri?"

she huffs and sits comfortably at the end of your bed, "first of all, it's giselle to you, don't forget. second, how 'bout I show you?"

playing the video on max volume, your muffled moaning erupting from the small screen, watching a video of yourself masturbating. your ears ring and your cheeks flush, pouncing onto the older girl and trying to tear the phone away from her. your older stepsis is far stronger than you and easily you get overpowered, her hands pinning your wrists together and against the bed, her legs straddling either side of your lap.

with one large hand gripping your wrists together and the other hand hovering the still playing video against your face, she smirks, "what? shy? you weren't so shy last night when you were shamelessly fucking yourself, now were you? hm, y/n-ie? my sweet little sister?"

you grit your teeth and shake your head back and forth to deny the accusation, as if it weren't true. her dark chuckle fills your ears and the room, joined with the loud squelching of your pussy coming from the video. you feel tears start to well in your eyes and you plead with her.

"unnie, please... delete that!"

she coos at you, "awww sweetie, you think I'm that easy? not without a price, I won't."

you continue to plea in a desperate voice, "unnie please! I'll do anything! just please, delete it, or don't share it! anything you want!"

her lips curl into a sinister smirk that you can see even in the dark. you feel your heart drop to your stomach at the thought of what she must've suddenly imagined, immediately regretting your choice of words. before you could even consider opening your mouth to take back what you said, aeri drops the phone and covers your mouth.

"anything huh? will you behave for unnie and do anything I want?"

you debate shaking your head no, but when you hear a particularly loud moan come from the video playing next to your ear, you nod your head yes.

"good girl, you may be stubborn but you're not stupid. a little bit dumb for your choice of words though," she hums above you and trails the hand over your mouth downwards, dragging her long slim fingers across your sensitive body, jerking with every inch of contact she makes.

you whine as her fingers circle your hardening nipples and pinch them between her fingertips, giggling at how your body reacts to her touch.

"sensitive little baby, aren't you y/n-ie? fuck you're so cute, you shouldn't be so fucking cute."

aeri hated how much she was enjoying this almost as much as you did. she hated how cute her little sis was, writhing under her, eyes welling with tears in fear, body reacting to every subtle brush, thighs rubbing themselves together to suppress the ache at her core. and you hated it too, you hated that your older sister made you feel so fucking good, how her touch ignited flames in your stomach, how you panted into the air the more intimate her touch became, how you anticipated and needed more when you realized how disgusting this all was.

you both hated it, but you both couldn't get enough.

looking up into giselle's eyes at the same time she looked into yours, locking onto one another and gazing into lustfilled stares, the tension filling the air. the hatred boiled over and morphed into a new emotion, desire. a compromise emerged, and mentally, you both knew what it was. it all felt too good to want to stop, so you gave in.

leaning up and smashing your lips against aeri's, her immediately pushing back into you, pressing you down into your mattress. sloppy wet kisses loud and echoing through the room, both your moaning filling your ears and drowning out any possibility for moral dilemmas to pierce your mind. the hand pinning your wrists down, traveling up to hold your hand, interlacing her fingers through one and letting the other one go.

you let your free hand shoot into her hair, pulling her closer into you and shoving your tongue into her mouth, eliciting a whine to escape giselle's throat, accepting the intrusion. her other hand finds your thigh and brings it up, wrapping your leg around her waist and grinding her hips against your clothed core, making you both groan out into each other's mouths.

"fuck, you're good. why are you good?" she moans into your mouth.

"I'm not- a fucking- amateur." you pant out between kisses.

"yeah? then tell me, has anyone else made you feel this good?"

she questions, almost as a challenge, and you're scared to answer knowing it's just another piece of blackmail to hang over your head. you both already know the truth, obvious by your hips rutting back against her, your sweat dripping down your forehead, neck, and chest, your core aching with need, and your eyes blown to oblivion.

"fuck you," you answer instead.

she chuckles lowly again, the tone and vibration in your mouth when she does it making your pussy throb between your legs.

"not before I fuck you."

flipping you over and onto your hands and knees, tearing your shorts and panties off, throwing them to the ground. she wastes no time shoving your legs apart and licking along your leaking slit, making you moan out and bury your head into your pillows.

"you're so fucking sick, do you know that? being so wet and horny for your unnie like this, you disgusting little whore."

giselle says as if she's not soaked in her own clothes, nipples hard and hole clenching around air. she feels so powerful, so in control, and it feels so good to have you whining under her. sticking her tongue out and getting to work immediately, dragging her wet muscle greedily and swiftly against your pussy, drinking in all of your slick. muffling your moans into your pillows and clawing at your sheets hard enough to rip them.

her strong grip on both of your legs forcing you to keep them apart, slapping your ass every so often and making you scream out into the pillow. her tongue moves around your core so fucking good, alternating between sucking and flicking at your clit to thrusting and licking inside of your cunt, the sounds unbearably sinful and delightful to especially aeri's ears. she's drunk, on the taste and feel of your pussy, the way your body reacts, and the muffled cries being torn from your mouth.

she closes her eyes and relishes in your delicious juice swishing around her mouth, moaning into your pussy at how fucking good it feels to have you like this. her core aches and throbs so painfully, she clenches her thighs to hold it in. she lands another slap on your ass before shoving three fingers into you, already starting with an unforgivable pace, curling them and finding that spot in you easily. you scream and claw at the sheets, almost assuredly knowing your pillow wasn't muffling your cries anymore, not like either of you cared. aeri was going insane and felt herself becoming more and more addicted to you. addicted to ruining you, addicted to having power over you, addicted to owning you.

with the arch of your back and body stilling, you gush cum all over your stepsister's face, thighs trembling and chest heaving, moans slipping out of your mouth like a waterfall, your pussy mimicking the motions of one too. giselle drank all of it, everything, licking all over your leaking cunt and wiping her face of it too, sucking her fingers dry to not leave a single drop wasted.

she didn't even let you rest as she flipped you over onto your back, quickly stripping of her pajamas and lingerie, before climbing up to your face, her thighs resting on both sides of your head.

"use your tongue for something useful, pervy slut."

pfft, hypocrite.

she gives you no time to respond or think before shoving her fat pussy into your mouth which you immediately start to drag your tongue all over, coating it in her slick. your hands grip her juicy thighs and you dig your nails into them, her wincing above you and gripping the headboard with one hand, the other hand in her mouth to muffle her sounds.

you never rip your eyes away from her face for even a second, obsessed with how much sheer pleasure rests on giselle's face, her mouth biting down on her hand, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and eyes clamped shut. your nose hits her clit repeatedly with your tongue buried deep inside her cunt, flicking it to stimulate inside her tight walls. she tastes so fucking divine, cum directly entering your mouth and your spit drooling out the sides of your lips.

her hips quicken and she fully rests her weight on your face which makes you delighted, drinking her up and pulling her in, suffocating between her thighs. not that it mattered, you loved it. you couldn't breathe but you pushed through, thrusting your tongue in her and maneuvering her hips as her clit hit the tip of your nose.

"drink my squirt you little bitch, take it! don't waste a drop! fuck!"

she demands you as she cums in your mouth, her pussy squirting onto your tongue. her thighs shake in your hands and you close your eyes to avoid squirt getting in them. you feel like your drowning in the sheer amount of liquid coming from aeri's pussy, but you obey your sister, drinking everything that slides down your throat. she finally calms down and you tap on her thighs in a panic, literally not able to breathe. she laughs above you and stays there, watching color drain from your face before she lifts herself up, watching you cough and gasp for air.

"sick fuck," she says before smashing her lips against yours' and digging her tongue into your mouth again.

suddenly, she pulls away and gets dressed, picking up her phone and waving at you with that infuriating smirk on her face as she opens the door and leaves, "see you again, baby sis!"

and from then on that's when it started, fucking your step sister in secret. at first it was only at night, every night since the first time. then it progressed to whenever your parents were out of the house, fucking on the couch in the living room, on the kitchen island, in the shower, in each other's rooms. at some point, she started to get more flirty with you, her touches lingering for too long when she held your hips in the kitchen to move past you or sliding her hands up your shirt when she'd greet you with a hug when you came home from school, whispering an "I missed you" into your ear, her breath against it making a shiver go down your spine, which always drove you insane.

at some point though, giselle couldn't give less of a fuck if your parents were home or not, she just wanted to fuck you. your family would be having a movie night in the living room and you'd go to the kitchen to get more snacks, the older girl following you to "help." then she'd pin you to the kitchen counter and slip her fingers down your underwear, dipping them into your already wet pussy.

"really y/n-ie? you're fucking wet? were you eye fucking me all night that you couldn't help yourself get horny? let me help you with that baby."

she would whisper breathily into your ear before fingering you right then and there, you clutching the popcorn bag in your fingers and biting down on your lip, trying so hard not to moan and get caught, thankful the movie was loud enough.

or during a dinner party WITH YOUR RELATIVES, she would "accidentally" drop a spoon on the ground and go to retrieve it, only to separate your thighs and trail a long tortuous lick across your exposed pussy, aeri having demanded you to wear nothing under. you're suddenly gripping your utensils and coughing on the food in your mouth, acting like it went down your throat wrong. your sister climbing back up from under the table with a lost spoon and a smile.

and of course, she fingered you under the dining table that night too, your face red and physically incapable of eating for about twenty minutes, clutching her forearm as you came around her fingers in front of everyone. you had bit down on your lip so hard, blood had started dripping down your chin and onto your dress, excusing yourself to clean up. panting out of breath in your room and ripping the dress off of you, your sister following behind you and pinning you to your bed with a smirk.

"that was impressive baby, you were able to keep in all those delicious moans huh? well, don't you dare fucking keep them in now, they can't hear you from here, and we're not even close to finished."

smashing her lips against your blood stained ones, the taste of metal filling her mouth.

and while you're not sure if you're starting to like your sister or not, you definitely start getting used to it (maybe obsessed).

a/n - the other night when I was looking at this ask, I suddenly had the urge to write a "rich girl aeri x reader fic where they both fucking despise each other and are just rich bitches until one night they both break from all the sexual tension and fuck in the back of aeri's car" fic... I'll get to work-

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abyssyby · 1 month ago

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The way you describe Kyros observing everyone with his adorable O.O eyes reminds me of my cat! Every morning he will follow and stare at me until i call his name/greet him. Then, he will flop down and show his belly🤕

I can't help but imagine that Kyros is doing the same to Mama and Papa, waiting for them to greet him while they rush around to prepare breakfast or something (⁠๑⁠´⁠•⁠.̫⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠`⁠๑⁠)

STOPPP OMG thats so cute >< kyros is very cat coded (a mama trait)! your cat sounds so lovely pls tell them pspspspsps mwa mwa from me ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

and AAA ive always pictured kyros to be the kid to wake up really slowly, like he'd be awake but he's not awake y'know.

he'd wander half asleep to the living room and haul himself up a seat and watch mama have her coffee/tea in the morning. you'd smile at him and a little dimple forms in his cheek— still too sleepy for a smile back, but at least he tried.

or sylus would scoop him up from his bed and plop him on the counter bleary-eyed and yawning, binky still in his mouth. there he watches papa fry eggs and prepare the rest of breakfast.

and YESSS LIKE U SAID other times when he wakes a little later than everyone and falling behind on energy, he kinda just stands there or follows one person around until they notice him.

lucian would bump into him on the way to the playroom. he'd squeeze him in a quick hug, "morning, keero!" before running off.

"hey!" luke would exclaim when he hears him sneeze from below. he'd find kyros rubbing his nose and staring up at him. instant pick up and hair ruffle. "lets get you a tissue."

kieran would feel him tailing him then turn a corner and wait so he can startle him. "boo!" kyros would jump, eyes finally widening from their half-lidded positions and he beams. "Ah! Keewi!"

you'd feel his little fist on your pajama pant most days, or he'd crawl up to place his head on your belly on the couch on slow mornings. "oh hello, kyros!" but he likes starting his day with your kisses and snuggles. it's automatic at this point: wake -> mama -> apple juice. (you always fold)

sylus has spots in the house where he waits for kyros as his morning routine. both being creatures of habit, they've devised a system. at whatever time kyros wakes, he'll know where to haunt papa until he is showered with attention >< at 6 sylus hovers at the balcony, kyros waddles in with his blanket and one eye struggling to open. at 7 he's in the kitchen, kyros yawns a "pa.." and he's lifted on the counter. at 8 he's tending to flowers in the greenhouse. kyros sneezes his way in. at 9 onwards he's peeking into kyros's room to check if he's up. sometimes lays in bed with him and takes a little nap :<

thanks for sending in this thought!! i hope you and ur cat have a lovely dayyy!! 💗💗

#answers #wishing u and ur kitty well #boy dad sylus #re: little twins #sylus love and deepspace #sylus #sylus imagine #dad sylus #sylus fluff #sylus x reader #sylusmc

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unfgvien · 3 months ago

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lovesong masterlist

pairing - dom!mother rhea x sub!mummyreader

summary - Rhea and Yn, a married couple, struggle with endometriosis, preventing her from carrying a child. They use a sperm donor and carry their first child, Lilly Jane Ripley. Five years later, Yn carries their second child, Austin Lee Ripley, despite significant pain. The story highlights their emotional journey, resilience, and the strength of their relationship despite medical and societal obstacles.

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omg hi!! so I had a few people request rhea x reader and mother rhea, so Ive decided to make it into a series so here it is!! this is based on / a continuation of the 'the family she always wanted' story thing (I don't know what to call it) I hope you enjoy it. I dont want this to be half assed and im proof reading all of the chapters and shit

anyways. because im going to try and proof read this all its going to take me a while to post them so please be patient! for those who want rhea content, you are more than welcome to head over to my second page @yajokingyeh yes that me 😭 im dedicating that page to WWE and WWE memes.

so please head over there if you want short and small rhea drabbles and or smuts. that's where they will be posted for now :) I will continue to post my regular works on the other occults I write for as I need to catch up.

oh and also please be very patient with me coz I am at school and im really busy.

masterlist | main masterlist

wattpad - all of the chapters will all be availble on wattpad for those who would rather use that x

chapter list <3

1.0 seeds of a dream [wc; 5.5k]

summary; Rhea and Yn, are devised to find out that yn has endometriosis The condition causes inflammation and pain, impacting yn's fertility. They research fertility treatments like IVF, donor eggs, and surrogacy, but the medical terminology feels impersonal. Their love and commitment guide them through the challenges, proving their resilience and shared dream of parenthood. In a fertility clinic, they face the responsibility of finding potential sperm donors, each contributing to their future child. Their love serves as the foundation for their journey and their shared journey.

2.0 expanding the family [wc; 5.5k]

summary; Yn and Rhea, a couple who have faced infertility treatments and surrogacy, are now ready to face the challenges of parenthood again. Their love for each other and their daughter Lilly serves as a guiding compass as they navigate the unknown and uncertain future together. Throughout their journey, their love remained their anchor, providing comfort and care. Their positive pregnancy test was a testament to their resilience and belief in their love. As their family continued to grow, they created space for the newcomers, preparing a nursery, and celebrating their triumphs. Their love story is about celebrating resilience, commitment, and the power of love in the face of adversity.

3.0 navigating parenthood [wc; ]

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4.0 strengthening bonds [wc; ]

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heliosunny · 5 months ago

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Your yandere crown prince phainon was soo GOOD, I fell in love with the way you write him omg?? I hope you will make a part 3 of it!!

At first I nv thought he'd received this much love haha. Here at my blog, you ask n you shall receive.

Yandere! Crown Prince Phainon x Reader - P3

Visit [Part 1]; [Part 2]

The king and queen had been patient at first.

But patience only lasted so long.

“You have been married for months, and yet there is no news” the queen sighed, gracefully sipping her tea as you sat with her in the royal gardens.

The king, seated beside her, nodded in agreement. “Phainon was our strongest. We expect great heirs from him, my dear.”

You nearly choked on your tea.

“Your Majesties-” you began, but the queen only gave you an amused glance.

“We do not mean to pressure you,” she said sweetly. “But we are looking forward to hearing good news soon.”

You offered a polite smile, trying not to let your exhaustion show. “Phainon and I have been quite busy with state affairs-”

“Yes, yes” the king waved a hand. “But surely you can....multitask.”

Your cheeks burned.

You knew Phainon adored his parents, but they were relentless.

Phainon, of course, had no problem with their expectations.

Every night, after a long day of handling state affairs, he would slip into your chamber and coddle himself against you, resting his head in your lap, holding you close, occasionally mumbling half-asleep words about keeping you in bed for an entire day.

“They are right, you know” he murmured one evening, nuzzling against your shoulder as you tried- and failed to finish your paperwork.

“Phainon...” you sighed, trying to push him off gently.

“We could stay in bed for days” he continued lazily. “Just you and me, no responsibilities”

“And an entire kingdom left to ruin?” you retorted, still writing.

He huffed against your skin. “The kingdom can wait. My wife cannot.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “We will discuss this when we’re not drowning in work.”

“Hmm.” He didn’t sound convinced.

But he did, at least, let you finish.

A few days later, while you were buried in paperwork, Castorice arrived unexpectedly.

“Your Highness, I need your help.”

You looked up, surprised by her determined expression. “What is it?”

She took a deep breath. “I need… love advice.”

You blinked. Then, setting your papers aside, you gestured for her to sit. “Tell me everything.”

She hesitated for a moment before sighing. “There’s someone I like. But I don’t know how to approach them.”

“Do they know you well?”

“Somewhat” she muttered. “But they never seem to notice me that way.”

You smiled knowingly. “Then we’ll just have to see how they feel, won’t we?”

You and Castorice devised a simple plan: observe her love interest from afar and analyze their behavior.

Of course, this required leaving the palace, which meant sneaking out carefully.

And that meant Phainon didn’t know where you were. That was a problem.

Because when he realized you had left without informing him, his mind immediately jumped to one conclusion: She’s avoiding me.

Phainon, for all his strength and confidence, was utterly terrible at handling the idea that you might lose interest in him.

So when you returned that evening, completely unaware of his brooding thoughts, you found him sitting in your chamber, blue eyes unreadable as he watched you enter.

You paused, sensing something was off. “Phainon?”

“Did you have fun?” he asked smoothly.

You blinked. “What?”

“With Castorice” he continued, voice eerily calm. “You seemed quite… occupied.”

You sighed, setting down your cloak. “Phainon, if you’re upset, just say it.”

His jaw clenched slightly. “I am not upset.”

You arched a brow. “You are upset.”

He huffed, looking away.

“I merely find it interesting” he muttered, “that you had the time to wander the city for her but cannot spare a moment for us.”

Your eyes softened. You stepped closer, cupping his face gently. “Phainon. I am not avoiding you.”

His hands came up to hold your wrists, his grip firm. “Are you certain?”

“Absolutely” you murmured. “Castorice needed help. That’s all. And besides-” You smirked slightly. “Are you really jealous?”

His lips pressed into a thin line.

“I do not get jealous” he muttered.

You chuckled. “Oh? Then why are you sulking?”

There was only silence. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he pulled you into his lap, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I missed you” he admitted quietly.

“I missed you too.”

And just like that, his grip tightened, as if reminding himself that no matter the distractions, no matter the politics- You were still his.

“You must come, Your Highness” Castorice urged, a playful glint in her eyes. “It will be a lovely gathering- tea, gossip, and good company.”

You chuckled, setting aside your paperwork. “A gathering of noble ladies, you mean?”

“Exactly” she grinned. “You have been so busy. This is a chance to relax.”

You hesitated briefly, but then nodded. “Alright. Just for a while.”

Little did you know, not everyone at the tea party was pleased by your presence.

The moment you arrived at the elegant garden, a certain noblewoman- Lady Evelyne, greeted you with a forced smile.

“Your Highness” she said smoothly. “What an honor to have you here.”

You returned the courtesy, though something in her gaze felt off.

Throughout the afternoon, she and her followers exchanged glances, whispering behind their teacups. You could feel the weight of their envy, resentment hidden beneath polite words.

“The Crown Prince must adore you” one lady mused with a fake smile. “To choose you over so many other suitable ladies.”

You met her gaze steadily. “I would hope a marriage is based on more than just suitability.”

A few chuckled, but Evelyne’s eyes darkened.

And from that moment, you knew.

She was not simply envious. She was bitter.

As evening fell, you bid farewell to Castorice and the others, preparing to return to the palace. But Evelyne had plans.

She and her followers arranged for a carriage accident, one that would make it seem like a mere misfortune.

“She is just a noble by birth” Evelyne murmured to her accomplices. “Not a true royal. If something were to happen to her, perhaps the prince would realize his mistake.”

And so, as your carriage passed through a dimly lit path. The wheels snapped. The horses reared. The entire vehicle lurched before tumbling to the side.

Pain shot through your body as you hit the cold ground, disoriented. And before you could react, figures emerged from the darkness.

Back at the palace, Phainon’s brows furrowed as he stood at Castorice’s side.

“She has not returned from the party.” he said, voice low.

Castorice frowned. “Impossible, she left some time ago. She should already be back.”

Phainon’s expression darkened.

“Something is wrong.”

Without another word, he turned on his heel, issuing orders to his guards.

“Find her. Now.”

In his chest, beneath the calm fury, a sickening fear took root. If something had happened to you, there would be no mercy.

By the time Phainon arrived at the scene, the assailants had already moved in.

But they had not expected him.

A gloved hand shot forward, grabbing one attacker by the throat. A sickening crack echoed as the prince threw them aside with no hesitation.

The others barely had time to react before Phainon’s sword gleamed in the moonlight, swift, merciless.

Finally, he saw you. Bruised. Hurt.

A heartbeat later, he was at your side, gathering you into his arms.

“Who did this?” his voice was deathly quiet, his fingers tightening.

You exhaled shakily, leaning into his warmth. “It was…” You hesitated. “Lady Evelyne.”

Phainon stilled.

“I see...She thinks she can harm my wife and go unpunished?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, my love. I will handle this.”

Evelyne had expected repercussions.

But not this.

She knelt in the dimly lit chamber of the palace dungeons, wrists bound with thick iron cuffs, her face pale as she watched the crown prince enter.

Phainon did not speak at first. He merely stood there, tall, composed, eyes gleaming with something terrible. Then, in a voice so calm it sent shivers down her spine, he said, “You attempted to harm my wife.”

Evelyne swallowed hard. “Your Highness, I-”

“You dared to lay a hand on the Crown Princess,” he continued, voice unwavering. “and you thought you would live to boast about it?”

The sheer finality in his tone made her blood run cold. This was not a man who threatened. This was a man who delivered.

And so, Lady Evelyne and her conspirators were sentenced: Public disgrace. Wealth and titles stripped. Families exiled.

But for Evelyne herself? Phainon had far worse in mind.

When you found out, you insisted on seeing him.

Despite your injuries.

Despite your weakness.

You dragged yourself from bed, barely making it to the royal hall where he sat, issuing commands.

The moment Phainon saw you, his gaze hardened. “You should be resting” he said, immediately rising from his seat.

But you shook your head. “I came to ask for mercy.”

His eyes darkened.

“For her?”

You took a slow breath. “I want her to suffer, too. But this will not erase what happened. Let this be enough.”

For the first time in days, Phainon hesitated.

You were still weak. Still recovering. And yet, you had come all this way just to beg for someone who had nearly taken you from him. Phainon clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching in restraint.

“Fine.” But there was no relief in his voice. Only begrudging compliance. “But do not ask me for such mercy again.”

When Mydei and Anaxa heard what happened, they were quick to come to your side.

“We should have ensured your safety” Anaxa admitted, voice heavy with guilt. “It was reckless to let you return alone.”

Mydei nodded. “We won’t let this happen again.”

You offered them both a tired smile. “It was not your fault. But thank you.”

Still, you could tell that from this moment on, they would not let you be so vulnerable again. And neither would Phainon.

After that night, something changed in the palace.

The noblewomen who once whispered behind their fans now lowered their gazes in Phainon’s presence.

Servants spoke in hushed tones about what had happened to Evelyne.

The message was clear: No one was to touch the Crown Princess.

Not unless they wished to meet a merciless fate.

And so, you found yourself at the center of cautious admiration.

Not just as the prince’s beloved wife, but as the only one who could soften his wrath.

Days later, as you lay in your sickbed, Castorice arrived with an unfamiliar man at her side.

“Your Highness,” she said with a small smile. “I wanted to introduce someone.”

The man beside her bowed deeply. “It is an honor, Crown Princess.”

He was polite. Refined. And when he looked at Castorice, there was genuine admiration in his eyes.

You studied him for a moment, then gave Castorice the smallest nod of approval.

Her expression brightened.

“I knew you would understand!”

You chuckled softly. “Just… choose wisely.”

Because even now, you knew- Love was a dangerous thing.

That evening, Phainon returned from court matters only to find an unfamiliar man had been in your presence.

His expression immediately soured.

“Who was he?” he asked, tone clipped.

You sighed, already sensing where this was going. “Castorice’s love interest.”

Phainon was not convinced.

“And what was he doing in your chamber?”

You gave him a tired look. “Introducing himself. Nothing more.”

Still, he loomed over you, arms crossing. “I don’t like it.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Are you jealous again?”

His blue eyes narrowed.

“You are my wife” he murmured, leaning in. “Why would I not be?”

You reached up, brushing a hand over his cheek. “Then stop sulking. Castorice is happy. That should be enough.”

He exhaled, leaning into your touch. “As long as he knows his place.”

You shook your head with a small laugh.

The palace had been peaceful for weeks. No new assassination attempts. No political rivalries stirring.

But peace never lasted long.

“Your Highness, urgent news from the eastern border.”

A messenger arrived at the court in haste, kneeling before Phainon as he presented a sealed letter.

Phainon broke the wax and scanned the contents, his expression shifting from intrigue to frustration to thinly veiled rage.

“The border defenses are failing” he said, voice calm but heavy with warning. “A foreign faction is exploiting the weakness left after the last war.”

You watched from your seat beside him, fingers tightening on the armrest.

“Do we know who leads them?” you asked.

The messenger hesitated.

“It is not just one faction, Your Highness. A coalition has formed mercenaries, rogue nobles, and…” He swallowed. “One of our own generals.”

The court stilled. A traitor.

Phainon’s grip on the letter crumpled the parchment.

“His name?”

“General Orpheus, Your Highness.”

The weight of betrayal settled over the room.

Orpheus was once a trusted military leader, one who fought beside Phainon in past campaigns. Now, he had turned against the crown.

Phainon’s jaw clenched.

“Then I will deal with him myself.”

Later that night, you found him in the war chambers, pouring over maps and battle reports, his eyes sharp with focus.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” you asked softly.

He didn’t look up. “I must.”

You stepped closer. “You just secured the kingdom. If you leave now, others will use this as an opportunity to create disorder in court.”

“If I don’t leave, the border will fall” he countered.

You knew he was right. But something about this war felt different.

“Let me go with you” you said.

His head snapped up. “No.”

“I can help-”

“No.”

His voice left no room for argument.

“You are still recovering. I will not risk your life again.”

You met his gaze defiantly. “And I will not sit idle while you fight alone.”

A dangerous silence stretched between you.

He exhaled slowly, reaching forward to cradle your face.

“I swore to protect you. And if I must cut down an entire army to ensure you remain safe, then I will.”

His forehead rested against yours, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Stay here, my love. Wait for me.”

You closed your eyes.

Because no matter how much you wanted to stand by his side, you knew he would never allow it.

Days passed.

The battle waged in the east.

And then—The betrayal struck.

Not from the battlefield, but within the palace itself. Late one evening, a servant rushed into your chambers, breathless.

“Your Highness! The council— they are trying to strip the prince of his authority!”

You froze. “What?”

“The royal ministers...Duke Varion, Marquis Sareth...they claim that Phainon’s campaign is reckless. That he seeks war only for his own ambition.”

Your blood turned cold.

The moment Phainon left the capital, these leeches had taken their chance to turn the court against him.

You rose swiftly, ignoring the lingering ache in your body.

“Summon the council immediately.”

If they thought you would be a weak regent in Phainon’s absence, you have to prove that they were wrong.

When you entered the council chamber, every noble eye turned to you. The ministers sat in their high-backed chairs, their expressions carefully neutral. But you saw it—the quiet defiance.

Duke Varion stood. “Your Highness, we mean no disrespect, but we must question whether it is wise to let the Crown Prince—”

“Enough.”

Your voice was not loud. But it carried authority.

Varion hesitated.

You stepped forward, eyes sharp.

“You claim my husband is reckless?”

“We claim he is endangering the kingdom-”

“He is defending it,” you cut in smoothly. “And yet, while he sheds blood for this land, you sit here—plotting how to weaken him.”

You let the moment of silence stretch, let the weight of your words settle.

Then, voice calm but unyielding, you said:

“If anyone wishes to challenge the Crown Prince’s rule, they may do so when he returns.

“And I promise” your gaze swept over them, cold and unrelenting“he will return.”

When Phainon finally rode back into the capital—victorious, bloodstained, and utterly unforgiving

He wasted no time in purging the court.

Duke Varion? Stripped of his lands.

Marquis Sareth? Exiled.

Any noble who had dared to question his authority? Crushed beneath the weight of his retribution.

When he finally reached you, his hardened expression softened. You were waiting at the palace gates, your heart pounding as he dismounted his warhorse.

Without hesitation, he strode toward you, ignoring the watching nobles, ignoring the blood still drying on his gloves, he pulled you into his arms.

“You protected my rule” he murmured into your hair.

“Of course,” you whispered. “Did you think I would let them take what is ours?”

His grip tightened.

“My love,” he whispered, voice raw, “how could I ever deserve you?”

You pulled back just enough to cup his face.

“You do.”

Without another word, he kissed you.

It had been another exhausting day. Meetings. Political disputes. The lingering tension from Phainon’s latest campaign.

But above all—

His parents.

“When will we expect an heir?” the Queen had asked over dinner, smiling ever so sweetly.

You nearly choked on your tea. Again.

The King only laughed. “We are not rushing, of course.”

But they were.

Their eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement, expectant whenever they looked between you and Phainon.

The moment you left the dining hall, you sighed.

“They aren’t going to let this go.”

Beside you, Phainon smirked.

“They are not wrong to be impatient.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course you would say that.”

But he only hummed, his eyes glinting with something wicked.

“Perhaps it is time we oblige them, my love.”

The moment you entered your chambers, Phainon wasted no time.

He cornered you before you could step away, his hands braced on either side of you, trapping you against the wall.

“Are you tired?” he murmured, his voice deep, velvety.

You swallowed.

“A little.”

His lips brushed your ear.

“I’ll be gentle, then.”

Heat curled low in your stomach.

“Phainon-”

His hand slid to your waist, his touch warm.

“Tell me,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss against your pulse, “do you want this?”

You shivered beneath his touch.

“Yes.”

That was all he needed.

Between silken sheets and tangled limbs, Phainon worshipped you.

His kisses traced reverent paths down your skin, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

“You are mine” he whispered against your lips, eyes dark with desire. “And I will make sure the world knows it.”

You gasped as he moved against you, his warmth consuming you whole.

“You speak as if I am not already yours” you teased, breathless.

His grip tightened.

“I know you are” he murmured, “but I will make sure there is no doubt.”

A vow sealed beneath moonlight and quiet, desperate gasps. And as he finally held you close, the weight of his love sinking into your bones, you knew— This was more than just duty. More than just an heir.

When the morning light streamed through the curtains, you stirred, muscles pleasantly sore.

Phainon was already awake, lying beside you, his arm draped over your waist.

“Good morning, my love” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

You sighed. “Morning.”

His hand traced idle patterns against your skin. “How are you feeling?”

You turned to him, arching a brow. “Why don't you guess?”

His smirk was unapologetic.

“I was thorough last night.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Do you think… it worked?”

A rare softness crossed his features.

“Perhaps.” You bit your lip, fingers brushing over his hand. “If it did… would you be happy?”

He cupped your cheek.

“You are all I have ever wanted.”

And for once, there was no war. No court schemes. No looming threats. Just you and him.

#yandere x reader #yandere #phainon x you #yandere phainon #phainon honkai star rail #hsr phainon #phainon hsr #yandere hsr x reader #yandere hsr #hsr x you #hsr x reader #honkai star rail

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sunnysidesevenup · 6 months ago

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OMG IT HAPPENED??? 300 FOLLOWERS?? I know I’ve been joking about hitting it but I genuinely can’t believe it like: you all like my shenanigans? truly? That’s incredible.

It’s kind of awesome that I hit this on new year’s (for me at least) so let me just take a moment to thank everyone who’s been so cool and supportive. I’ve been having a ton of fun sharing my little projects and interacting with everyone 😭 This is my first time truly engaging in fandom because I’ve been too anxious and depressed previously—I’m so happy I finally started putting myself out there.

ANYWAYS, DONE WITH THE SAPPY STUFF NOW. It’s time for the thing you’re actually here for!! I’ve put a TON of work into it so I really hope people enjoy this silly little event.

Everend’s Cove: Moonlight Song

Every year, Arlo Wake’s hometown holds a Moonlight Festival—in honor of the connection between the moon and the ocean, and the deep ties it has to certain merfolk cultures. This festival is held in many parts of the Coral Sea, but is specifically popular in Everend Cove for its special tradition of holding a singing competition in honor of one of the town’s myths.

As the myth goes, a group of sirens once fell in love with a human boy—so much so that in a selfless act, they saved the boy’s friend from drowning, a young girl whom he was in love with. The competition honors the spirit of love and selflessness, and the nature of the sirens.

Much to Arlo’s horror, his siblings have signed him up for the Moonlight Song competition this year. There’s no way he’s going alone, though. If he has to sing, then he’s forcing some of his classmates to come with him—that way, the attention won’t be fully on him.

Dress Code:

Arlo Wake’s parents are skilled potion masters by trade, and they’ve devised a special, experimental potion this year to turn tourists into merfolk temporarily! It might have a few side effects, but they assure you—any harm the potion causes will be thoroughly compensated!

If you don’t want to risk the potion, there’s always some traditional attire the festival provides. Everend Cove is a joint merfolk and human town, based right around an island, so there’s plenty of things to do both on land and in the sea! The important part of the Moonlight Festival is that you are adorned with sparkling stones and crystals. The more glamorous and mesmerizing the outfit, the better!

For better reference, here are some inspiration boards, and some concept art of possible outfits:

Rules:

it’s not at all necessary to be following me to participate in this event! ANYONE is welcome to join!

Any type of entry is welcome: cards, general art, edits, fics, anything!

It’s not required to use the backgrounds I made, I simply thought it would be fun to draw one ^^

If you don’t want to link your character to my oc, don’t worry about it! It’s not necessary to follow the event story, you can still have fun with the outfits and aesthetic if you want, I don’t mind at all!

If you WOULD like your oc to interact with Arlo, feel free! You have my permission.

You can draw/write for your own character OR a canon character, whatever you want <3 there are “official” participants, but this is all for fun, so it’s not necessary to stick to those.

Please tag me and use #Moonlight Song Competition with your entry so I can properly gush about it ^^

There is NO DEADLINE on this event! Go crazy!

Backgrounds for the SR Cards:

Featured Characters:

SSR Arlo Wake

SR Vil Schoenheit

SR Lilia Vanrouge

R Cater Diamond

SR Joseph Akaba

SSR Flori Mohn-Prinz

>>> Flori and Arlo seeing people’s… questionable singing skills.

SR Peony

Blanche, Mattie and Agate

SR AJ

SR Esra Gryfith

Reese & Kiki sketches

Kiki Groovy

SR Otto Walsh

>>> Otto & Esra doodle

SSR Kyra Lovelace

Mariette sketch!!

Rose outfit!

SR Alice | GROOVY

SSR Yuri

SSR Marina

SR Yuuna Schariac

SSR Talus

SSR Amai Sakura

SSR Cadbury Schweetz | GROOVY

SR Emery

SSR Morticia Dame

SR Patricia Catherine

SR Yuu Kingsley

Fic!!!

Yuri and Arlo Fic!!!

Arlo and Yuri Drabble!!! READ THIS ONE TOO IF YOU READ THE ABOVE ONE PLS 🥺 READ BOTH OF THEM

Fic featuring Mouse and Alise!!! READ THESE IM SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW GUYS.

#ITS TIME.#HAPPY NEW YEARS AND HAPPY CREATING #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst oc #twst original character #twst fanart #arlo wake oc #twst fan event #twisted wonderland fan event #Moonlight Song Competition

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padmeanddorme · 8 months ago

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DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE NEED???!!????!!!?

A series (or even a book) that follows Padmé from when she learns she’s pregnant to like idk when she finds out Anakin’s back on Coruscant. Like I’m pretty sure Natalie Portman said in a relatively recent interview she’d be happy to return to Star Wars if they asked her to!

Make this series show more of her work in the Senate. Show her planting seeds of the rebellion (we were robbed when Lucas deleted those scenes from ROTS). Show her thinking of baby names and getting excited about being a mother. Show her fretting over Anakin’s safety. Of course include Anidala crumbs- them on holocalls, talking about anything and everything (and Anakin mentioning how Rex is helping him secure these calls with her 🥰🥰🥰). Show Padmé debating over telling Anakin she’s pregnant, and ultimately deciding not to- knowing it would distract him during battles and thus endanger him. Have her come this close 👌to telling him when he mentions something about wanting to start a family with her. Show Padmé interacting with her handmaidens more. Give Padmé a mission and show that even while pregnant she’s still a badass. Let her visit Naboo, and her family. OMG- show Palpatine noticing/sensing something is off with Padmé, eventually realising she is pregnant, then devising his plan to use this information to turn Anakin to the dark side.

I would DIE if we got this series. I miss live-action Padmé sm. Please, please, PLEASE Lucasfilm log onto Tumblr, find this post or other ones like it and decide to use our ideas. I’m begging 😭😭😭

(And in an end-credits scene show a newly suited Anakin visiting Padmé’s mausoleum, pouring his heart out to her and their ‘baby’, leaving flowers on her sarcophagus, literally being the biggest emotional mess in the galaxy. Then, after he slowly says something so heart wrenching- i.e. your love could’ve saved me…but I didn’t listen, I would take your place even if it meant losing you, I thought I became strong enough to save you, but maybe love is what would’ve saved you, idk still working on this bit- and after he walks away, the camera zooms out and shows a flower falling off the sarcophagus, or something like that 👀)

Sigh.

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hvnlygrl · 6 months ago

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Hiiii! Ok I want to start off by saying I love love love your work! Can you write a blurb about reader flirting with JJ to make bf!Rafe mad bc she wants his attention and wants him to take her home and give it to her rough

⌞ FLIRT ⌝

જ⁀➴ pairing | rafe cameron x fem!reader

જ⁀➴ word count | 0.6k

જ⁀➴ warning | smut! minors dni

જ⁀➴ synopsis | when rafe isn’t giving you enough attention at a party, you find a way to get it yourself, even if that means going to jj maybank for it…

જ⁀➴ notes | yes absolutely yall know i love a good spicy!rafe fic hehe :) thank u smm omg ur too kind and thank u a million for the request 💌you can read a similar one-shot that i’ve written here!

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you and rafe had gotten into a brief, meaningless argument on the way to the party, and he was making it his mission to ignore you until you learned your lesson.

you recognized his petty plan and immediately began devising your own plan, one that was sure to get you the attention you craved from the cameron boy.

the two of you walked in together, however you each went in separate directions with him heading toward kelce and topper and you going straight for the booze. you poured yourself two shots, making sure to hold direct eye contact with rafe as you downed them both. then you smiled, winked and walked over to your favorite group of pogues.

rafe listened to kelce drone on and on about his new girlfriend, eyes watching you curiously to see what type of shenanigans you were about to get yourself into. he couldn’t help the fire that began bubbling in his chest when he watched you walk up to jj maybank.

you struck a conversation with the blonde immediately upon arriving at the group.

“hey, jj!” you made sure to be animated enough that rafe would notice, but not so animated that jj would be put off or turned on.

“what’s up, y/n?” he raises a curious brow at you as he notices the lack of a certain kook by your side. “where’s rafe?”

“talking with kelce and topper,” you shrug innocently, “i need a favor…”

jj immediately picks up on the situation, “you want me to fake flirt with you to piss rafe off, right?”

“oh my god, how’d you know?”

he winks at you before moving a little closer, leaning down to whisper into your ear, “because he’s already staring at me like he wants to kill me.”

you laugh, making sure to throw your head back, letting your hand go up to very lightly touch his forearm. you’re sure not to look back at rafe, needing the situation to look as legit as possible.

rafe doesn’t bother to excuse himself from the conversation, simply just walking away from topper and kelce and heads straight to you.

jj sees him b-lining to you, deciding to give you a heads up. “bogey, twelve-o’clock.”

you nod, “thanks, jj, i owe you one!”

“anytime,” he huffs out a laugh, “good luck, y/n.”

rafe grabs the top of your bicep without saying a word, simply dragging you up to the bathroom and locking the door behind you.

“what’s up, rafey?” you ask innocently.

he pins you up against the wall, “you think you’re cute?”

“i think i’m adorable,” you wink at him, “you think i’m cute?”

he rolls his eyes at you, “you are so in for it when we get home.”

“aw,” you frown before leaning up to whisper in his ear, “i was hoping i was in for it now, baby.”

he feels himself growing hard in his shorts, his breathing growing shorter and shorter. “oh yea? you sure you can stay quiet for me?”

you nod quickly, biting at your lip, “i’m sure you can keep me quiet.”

rafe eyes you up and down, contemplating for just a second. you opted to wear a cute (and very short) dress to the party.

“take your panties off and bend over the counter,” he commands as he unbuckles his belt and drops his shorts, his hand gripping his hard cock.

you follow the instructions, one hand holding the panties out for him to do whatever he wants with them. he grabs them from your hand and shoves them in your mouth, “tap the counter twice if you want me to stop.”

you nod, heart beating loudly as you feel his hands make their way up the insides of your thighs.

you’re in for a long night.

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#follower celebration #rafe cameron #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction

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milessunflowers · 5 months ago

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okay this might be long/overly detailed so apologies in advance BUT! yuki with childhood best friend!reader. now reader has ALWAYS liked yuki, and its only gotten worse as he got into f1 and started performing as well as he does but they assume yuki doesn't see them that way. yuki, meanwhile, is rlly protective of reader and isnt sure why until pierre takes matters into his own hands and flirts with reader and all of a sudden yuki is like. "fuck".

umm yeh. happy, get togethery ending wud be nice :P

-bear <3

YES BEAR OMG I LOVE THIS

yuki tsunoda x childhood best friend!male!reader

synopsis: you two grew up together, spending every minute of free time together. you raced each other in karting but you decided to choose mechanics rather than racing. still, you two were close. it isn't until pierre flirts with you that yuki realizes just how down bad he is.

author's note: more yuki content bc i love him so so much and thank you bear for the amazing request!!! i got carried away and now this is super long so i hope you guys like it! as always, feel free to request!

you've known yuki for as long as you can remember

you used to go to the karting track and race each other

you won a handful of times but yuki was just better at it

you didn't care though because you were having fun with him

after a while, you stopped karting but continued to go to the tracks to support him

you guys always went everywhere together

if your family went on vacation, yuki was there

if the tsunodas went on vacation, you were there

if one was absent from school, your teachers would ask where the other was

skip forward to when yuki moves to europe to join the early formula series

you moved with him but in persuit of a mechanics degree

you guys still were incredibly close

you guys lived together and spent as much time as you guys could together

you visited some of his races when you weren't studying for tests

by the time he joins alpha tauri, you had gotten your degree

you were working small jobs here and there until you got a job also with alpha tauri

meaning everyone had to deal with your guys obnoxious, lovesick, acts

especially pierre

he loves you guys but you're so annoying about it

its like you guys can't even tell you love each other

(news flash: you couldn't)

the first year yuki and pierre were teammates, pierre didn't really mind it all that much

in fact, he thought it was adorable

like if you were working on yuki's car and yuki was chatting it away with you

or when yuki got out of the car after a race and pierre catches you staring open mouthed at him

or when you guys post pictures together during the breaks

or when- well you get my point

anything you guys did, he found it precious

however, you did confide in pierre about your feelings towards yuki

so you two devised a plan

the second season of him and yuki being teammates rolls around and you two still aren't together he takes things into his own hands

you guys going to hang out at a cafe? pierre is coming with and flirting with you

yuki wants to go snowboarding? pierre already made plans with you

you go along with pierre because you trust your friend

yuki obviously grows annoyed that pierre is taking up all your time

he at first brushes it off but then he slowly realizes that he is incredibly jealous

it takes him a few weeks to realize

then he's all too aware

hes like "fucking hell"

from then he tries to keep all your attention

you and pierre joke about it after yuki is gone

slowly pierre backs off (all part of the plan)

yuki is incredibly happy about that

and he isn't even trying to hide it

he takes you out more and more

you guys slowly start to merge closets and rooms

then finally, you ask him to be your boyfriend

at the same time, he was asking you to be his boyfriend

that night, you both update pierre about it

hes probably more excited than you guys

hes like "finally i don't gotta deal with your pining"

you guys then announce it to the public because you couldn't contain it anymore

the team... isn't surprised at all

just like pierre, they are probably happier than you are

the fans are delighted

meaning a crap ton of edits

they love the mechanic x driver dynamic even more

of course there is hate but you two could care less

you were too busy having fun to care what anyone else thought

TAGS! (if you want to be added, lmk!)

@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m, @spoonfulofmilo, @seonghwaexile

#f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 x male reader #formula one x reader #yuki tsunoda x male reader #yuki tsunoda x reader

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gingerteafairy · 5 months ago

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𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝟯. 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿

You get into a dangerous game to win Dave's forgiveness. You'd do it all over again if you needed to.

tags n warnings: dave lizewski x fem!reader, fluff, hyperfeminine!reader, language, suggestive, violence, dangerous challenges. word count: 6.7k masterlist part one part two

yaaay this is the final chapter. i really enjoyed writing this one, like omg +20k words send heeeelp. thank you to @ikkyfics and @marchsfreakshow you guys are amazing xoxo

After a complicated weekend spent devising plans over the phone, you and your friends had finally settled on one that seemed... acceptable. Well, not entirely, considering the way you looked—far from the radiant expressions of your friends, who seemed ready to take on the world, even on a Monday.

"Ready for battle, girls?" Erika asked, striking an exaggerated superhero pose, fists clenched, chest puffed out.

"Yes, Buttercup!" Katie responded with a playful smirk, executing an overly dramatic bow, arms sweeping to the side while she kept her head lowered.

"But seriously... we're actually going to school like this?" You frowned, placing a hand on your hip and tugging at your Powerpuff Girls costume. "Because, I mean… this is kind of embarrassing."

"We're not going to school. We're going to war," Erika countered, folding her arms with unwavering confidence, shoulders squared. "And you, Blossom, are our fearless leader."

"You're not chickening out now, are you?" Katie arched an eyebrow, her expression teasing but challenging. She crossed her arms, waiting for your answer. "You really wanna give up on Dave?"

"No." Your voice was firm, your jaw tightening as you clenched your fists. Taking a determined step forward, you braced yourself for whatever lay ahead.

"Then let's go, Powerpuff Girls. Time to shine!" Erika declared, swinging open the car door with dramatic flair, making a grand gesture for you and Katie to step out.

As you entered the school, the stares caught you off guard. Some students gawked in shock, others were visibly amused, while a few had expressions too difficult to read. On a glimpse, you saw someone sending your video at the parties. Everyone saw it, you were sure. But you kept your head high, your stance unwavering. The trio made their way to the girls' bathroom, ensuring it was empty before gathering around.

"Alright, here's the plan," Erika said, pulling a folded piece of paper from her bag, her voice low but firm. "Step one: we go to class like normal. Dave's probably going to avoid us, so don't say anything to make things worse."

"Understood, Buttercup," Katie chirped, clapping her hands together. You gave a determined nod in response.

"Step two: in the middle of class, I—Buttercup—will get up and ask to go to the bathroom." Erika gestured with her hands as she spoke, her movements sharp and precise. "I'll find Jeremy, ask to talk to his dad, and get the key. When that happens, Bubbles will ask to be excused."

"Professor, I have horrible cramps!" Katie whined in a pitiful voice, placing a hand on your stomach and hunching over slightly for dramatic effect.

"Then, our Blossom will say she needs to help her poor, suffering friend," Erika concluded the first part of the plan, folding the paper neatly before slipping it back into her bag. "Phase two is trickier, but I’ve already talked to a few people about it."

"What people?" You raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

"Not important right now," Erika dismissed the question quickly, waving it off. "Katie will suggest that everyone from class should head to the theater club for a meeting. And once the teacher is there… boom! Our Buttercup will work her magic."

"I don’t know, Erika," you murmured, scrunching your nose as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "What if I mess it up?"

"You won’t," Erika stated with unwavering certainty, running a hand through her hair as the school bell rang, cutting the conversation short. "Now, let’s go. We’ve got classes to attend."

"I still don’t know how you managed to come up with all this," you said, shaking your head as you glanced at the plan again.

"I had help," Erika replied with a cryptic smirk, eyes glinting with mischief.

When you entered the classroom, as expected, Dave couldn’t even look at you. His gaze darted away the moment you passed by him, as if even acknowledging your presence was too much to bear. Every small movement of his felt like a dagger to your heart. But you didn’t let it show. You kept your posture straight, head held high, pushing forward with the plan as if nothing was wrong.

When the teacher walked in, his sharp eyes immediately landed on the three of you, scanning your outfits with an authoritative glare.

"Young ladies. Are we celebrating Halloween today?" he asked, his tone strict, making your stomach tighten with anxiety. The tension in the air spiked.

"It’s for the school’s video project, sir," Katie answered quickly, raising her hand with a convincingly bright smile. "We were rehearsing and didn’t have time to change."

"Ah, I see," he said with a simple shrug, seemingly uninterested as he turned to the board.

Your eyes flickered toward Dave—and to your surprise, he was already looking at you. A sharp pang of hope shot through your chest, your heartbeat quickening. But before you could react, he looked away, his fingers tightening around his pen as he hunched over his notebook, his expression unreadable.

You bit your lip, forcing back the sting of tears that threatened to surface. Taking a deep breath, you focused on the clock. Three hours until the plan was set into motion. You needed to concentrate on the lesson.

But you couldn’t.

Your gaze kept drifting back to Dave, as if drawn by some invisible force. And with every glance, memories flooded in, relentless and overwhelming. Squirrels, baseball bats, cereal, white shirts, moonlight, glasses… even the ridiculous green of his costume. Everything reminded you of him. Every small, insignificant thing now carried a weight you never realized before.

Dave was still looking at you from across the room. Your eyes met again. He inhaled deeply, blinking, pressing his lips together in that familiar way he always did when he was anxious. Since when had you started noticing these things? When did every tiny habit of his become so significant?

Or maybe, deep down, in the very core of your being, you had always known you loved him.

Since when had you started paying attention to the way he adjusted his glasses during group projects? Noticing which sneakers he wore during gym class? Realizing how awkward he looked during philosophy debates, always standing off to the side when the arguments got heated?

A slow, aching pain spread through your chest.

What if things had been different?

What if you had met Dave before this stupid bet? What if you had talked to him more that day he borrowed your pencil? What if you had helped him with that damn literature assignment when he had no idea what to say about The Scarlet Letter? What if you had joined the school newspaper with him?

What if…?

But all of it was pointless. None of it would change reality. Two hours and thirty minutes remained until the plan was set in motion.

You raised your hand, and Erika and Katie’s eyes immediately locked onto yours—wide, alarmed, questioning.

"Professor, I need to go to the bathroom," you announced, your voice louder than intended, unintentionally drawing the entire class’s attention—including Dave’s. Your face flushed with heat, but you held your ground, keeping your gaze steady.

"Sure, go ahead," the teacher muttered, barely glancing at you before returning to his notes.

"I’ll go with her," Erika interjected swiftly, rising to her feet alongside you. "It’s, uh… that feminine issue, sir. Always good to have a friend for support."

"Yeah, professor… really bad cramps," you added, exaggerating your tone as you pressed a hand to your stomach, feigning discomfort.

"Fine, whatever," the teacher grumbled, rolling his eyes and waving a dismissive hand.

"I’m going too," Katie chimed in, pushing back her chair. The teacher merely nodded, barely paying attention anymore.

The three of you hurried toward the restroom. The moment the door shut behind you, Katie was the first to break the silence.

"Have you lost your mind? What happened to the plan?" she blurted out, her expression a mix of exasperation and concern.

"Plan B. I couldn’t wait," you admitted, stepping up to the sink and staring at your reflection. Your face looked distant, almost unrecognizable, but there was no turning back now.

"Erika, can you reach Jeremy?" you asked, adrenaline surging through your veins as you fidgeted anxiously with your fingers.

"Already calling him," Erika responded, pressing her phone to her ear while her sharp eyes scanned the restroom, ever watchful.

"Katie, did you get the package?" you inquired, your breath coming fast as you fought to steady yourself.

"Actually, the guy just texted me—he’s at the front entrance, been there for five minutes," Katie informed you, glancing at her screen with a relieved smile.

"Perfect. We have everything we need," you declared, taking a deep breath as your heart pounded against your ribs. "Let’s do this."

The three of you clasped hands, raising them in the air—a silent pact of strength and determination. Erika and Katie exited first, slipping into their designated positions. You lingered for a moment, staring at yourself in the mirror.

It was now or never.

Straightening your bow and adjusting your costume, you inhaled deeply before stepping out of the restroom and heading toward the theater room.

"Attention, senior class A. Attention."Erika’s voice rang through the school’s PA system, her tone firm and commanding. Every head in the room turned."There will be a mandatory meeting in the theater room. Attendance is crucial. This will directly impact your final grade."

The door burst open, and Katie stormed in, carrying a massive box in her arms. She placed it in front of you with a determined thud. Instinctively, you began adjusting the table on the stage, but your mind was a whirlwind. You couldn’t focus.

"They're coming!" Erika shouted, yanking the curtain aside before retreating backstage with you.

Students started filing in, taking their seats. Peeking through the curtain, you spotted Dave arriving with his friends, choosing a seat farther back—almost as if he wanted to be as far away from everything as possible. But your gaze never left him. Your eyes locked onto his every move, and each subtle gesture of his felt like a sledgehammer to your chest.

"Oh my God, I’m so nervous," you mumbled, pulling the curtain shut and turning to your friends. Your entire body was trembling with anxiety.

"Breathe with me. One, two…" Katie encouraged, fanning cool air toward you in an attempt to calm your nerves.

"It’s going to work," Erika assured, grasping your hand and grounding you with a reassuring squeeze. "Remember, if you feel like throwing up, just ring the little bell."

"Okay," you whispered, your palms slick with cold sweat.

Erika flashed one last comforting smile before pulling the curtains open, allowing Katie to step forward, microphone in hand. The moment had arrived, and your heart was on the verge of bursting.

"Good morning, world!" Erika declared with infectious enthusiasm, her voice ringing through the auditorium.

"Good morning, Bubbles!" The crowd of students roared in response, clapping and cheering as if they were at a concert.

"Today is a very special day for all of us," Erika continued, grinning mischievously. "And I’d like to introduce the person behind this brilliant idea. Let’s hear it for… Blossom!"

Your breath hitched as a wave of heat rushed to your head. Panic threatened to overtake you, but you forced a smile and stepped onto the stage. You tried to exude confidence, walking as steadily as possible, but every muscle in your body was stiff with nerves.

You waved at the audience, their applause deafening. Struggling to tune out the overwhelming rush of anxiety, you made your way toward Katie, who pulled you into a tight embrace before you sank into the chair at the stage’s center.The clapping still echoed through the room, but your body felt frozen in place.

"I’m leaving," you overheard Dave mutter under his breath, shifting in his seat.

"Sit down and shut up," Marty snapped, gripping Dave’s arm and yanking him back into place with a warning glare. Dave averted his eyes, glancing at Todd instead—who looked just as tense as he did.

"Better stay put," Todd murmured, his voice barely audible as he turned his attention back to the stage.

"Our little Blossom seems a bit quiet today," Erika observed, tilting the microphone toward you, fueling the already thick tension.

"No!" the crowd shouted back in unison, clearly engaged in the act.

"That’s because… drumroll, please…" she teased, drawing out the suspense as a deep rumbling sound filled the stage. Your heart pounded in sync with the rhythmic thundering of the drums, the vibrations shaking you from the inside out. "She’s about to attempt to break Joey Chestnut’s world record by eating 77 hot dogs in 10 minutes!"

A wave of reactions swept through the crowd—shouts, laughter, gasps, even a few people squeezing their eyes shut in secondhand anxiety.

But amidst the chaos, your focus remained fixed on Dave.He was completely still, his mouth slightly open, his wide eyes locked onto you as if trying to decipher every single one of your movements.

"If she can't do it, she'll ring this little bell, and we'll move on to another challenge, okay?" Erika continued, keeping the energy high.

"Yes!" the audience roared in unison, their claps still echoing in your ears.

You forced a smile, trying to mask the growing discomfort. Grabbing the first hot dog, you took a quick bite without thinking. Strangely, the taste was good—better than you'd expected. It had been a while since you'd truly enjoyed food, and for a brief second, you lost yourself in the moment.

Then came the second, then the third. A cup of water was swiftly placed in front of you, and you gulped it down, the icy liquid helping it all go down.

By the sixth hot dog, though, the struggle began. Your stomach was fighting back, twisting in protest. But you couldn’t stop now.

"This competition is getting insane! And we’re only three minutes in!" Katie shouted, hyping up the crowd even more. She moved closer to you, her eyes laced with concern. "Babe, if you’re not okay, just stop, alright?"

You blinked rapidly, your stomach flipping, but you swallowed hard and answered with forced determination. "No."

You reached for the seventh hot dog, chewing with increasing difficulty. Your stomach felt tight, and the once-lively crowd had gone silent, watching your every move. Each bite stretched into eternity. Finally, when you managed to swallow it down, the entire room erupted into applause.

"Dude, this is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen," one of the guys near Todd muttered, pulling out his camera to record.

"Yeah," Todd replied, laughing awkwardly—but his eyes were locked on Dave, who looked like he was literally feeling your pain. "Dude, are you okay?"

Dave didn’t answer. He just stared, his jaw clenched, his entire body tense with discomfort.

You grabbed the eighth hot dog, but as soon as you took a bite, a violent wave of nausea surged through you. Your stomach had reached its limit. Without hesitation, you rang the bell, unable to take another bite.

"Our pretty Blossom deserves a round of applause, everyone!" Katie exclaimed, and the audience stood up, clapping enthusiastically.

You smiled, lifting a hand to your stomach and taking the microphone. "These applause go to Dave Lizewski, who can eat 14 hot dogs without even complaining. I want to be like him when i grow up, guys!" You declared, handing the microphone back to Katie.

"Hell yeah! That's right!" Todd shouted, getting to his feet and clapping for Dave. The crowd followed suit, and Dave shrank back in his seat, clearly embarrassed. His hands gripped the edge of the chair, and his shoulders hunched as if he were trying to make himself invisible.

"Our next challenge is called 'Say as many facts as you can in under a minute'," Katie announced, cutting through the applause. The energy in the room was at a fever pitch, but you could feel the weight of every eye on you.

Erika stepped forward, stopwatch in hand, her face a mix of excitement and nervous tension. You stood still on the stage, your mind racing as you tried to focus. Every second seemed to stretch, and the audience, full of anticipation, began to blur in the background. Only the sound of your heartbeat remained.

"One, two, three..." Erika said slowly, her finger hovering over the stopwatch, building palpable tension in the air. She paused dramatically before announcing, "Go!"

You didn't have a moment to think. The words started tumbling out in a rush, almost like your body had switched to autopilot, desperately trying to meet the challenge. "Blood vessels could circle the Earth twice; owls have three eyelids per eye; cows can't go down stairs; giraffes have no vocal cords; and all the hot dogs Americans eat in one year, if lined up, would form a 'bridge' twice the distance between Earth and the Moon; the record for eating cockroaches is 36; there are more cars than people in Los Angeles; a violin gets better with time, and..."

You stopped to catch your breath, but there was hardly any time. The clock was ticking, and the room had fallen completely silent, every eye fixed on you, waiting to see how far you'd go. "A person can fall in love in a fifth of a second."

The audience held their breath for a split second before erupting into a storm of clapping and cheering. "And time’s up!" Erika called, stopping the timer.

The roar of the crowd seemed to fill the entire room, but amidst it all, it was Dave’s gaze that disarmed you. He was still there, seated, his face blank, offering nothing that suggested a genuine reaction to what you had just done. His eyes, normally so bright, seemed distant—like he was physically present but mentally miles away. The contrast between the electrifying energy of the crowd and the coldness in his stare was like a silent punch to the gut. Your heart was still pounding, but the feeling of invisibility under his gaze made the adrenaline rush drain away almost immediately.

"Excuse me, Erika," you grabbed the microphone, your hands slightly trembling, as you walked to the front of the stage. The entire audience seemed to be holding their breath, the silence heavy in the air. It felt like everyone knew something big was about to be revealed.

"I know everyone here saw my video from Spike’s party..." you started, and the sound of your own voice made your legs shake even more. The microphone flickered briefly, and for a split second, it felt like the world had frozen. But then, suddenly, Dave leaned forward. That simple movement was the push you needed to keep going. He was watching, and that gave you the courage to press on.

"I’m gonna explain how everything happened," you continued, your breath coming faster now, but a renewed sense of determination building within you. "Started when my friends and I were playing a dumb game, you know the one—hear me out," you chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "Now it sounds so stupid saying it out loud."

The crowd laughed too, but you couldn’t tell if it was out of compassion or if, somehow, everyone had experienced something similar. Their laughter was a little reassuring, but you took another step forward, your thoughts racing as you tried to organize what came next.

"I said my choice was Dave," you confessed, and a heavy silence fell over the auditorium. With every word, the weight of your revelation seemed to deepen, but something inside you told you to keep going. "It wouldn’t be complicated; I already thought he was cute. That’s when we made a bet that I’d make him fall for me."

The silence now was almost deafening. A wave of murmurs spread, and you could feel the buzz of reactions in the air, but you didn’t back down. Not anymore.

"But it went wrong," you laughed, lowering your head in momentary embarrassment, but then lifting it again with unexpected strength. Your eyes searched for Dave in the crowd, feeling the impact of each second that passed. "Remember that fact I mentioned about how a human can fall in love in a fifth of a second? I think I felt that the first time I talked to you, Dave. And that’s when I knew. I lost the damn bet. Because I fell in love with you, Dave Lizewski."

The audience erupted into applause, some cheering, but the loudest sound was Erika’s voice, as she grabbed the microphone with excitement. "Wooohooo!" she shouted, her enthusiasm almost like a release for the tension you had built. She hugged Katie, and you, a mix of nervousness and happiness, just laughed, trying to process the moment.

"I LOVE YOU, DAVE LIZEWSKI!" you shouted into the microphone, emotion flooding every word. You didn’t know what else to say, you just needed him to know. But the instant the microphone hit the floor, you looked to the audience. The cheers and clapping were still echoing, but a cold wave of realization ran down your spine. Dave was no longer there. He had stood up and was walking out of the auditorium.

The shock was instantaneous, but Erika didn’t waste a moment. "Go!" she yelled, her voice full of urgency and encouragement. The pressure was too much to resist, and without thinking twice, you ran for the door, your feet pounding as you made your way across the room. He was already in the hallway, far ahead, but not so far that you couldn’t catch up.

"Dave, wait!" you called out, the urgency in your voice quickening your pace, but he was already heading toward the parking lot, walking firmly. Your heart raced as you closed the gap, catching up to him, breathless. "Finally… I made it."

"What the fuck was that?" Dave exploded, turning toward you, and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sharpness in his voice. He was still angry.

"I did it for you, Dave!" You shot back, your own voice full of raw emotion, a storm of feelings overtaking your body.

"You shouldn't have done that! It was crazy! You could've thrown up, and you would’ve embarrassed yourself!"

"I’d do it all over again for you," you shouted, your voice cracking as your hands clenched into fists. "I don’t care about popularity or what anyone says about me, Dave."

"But I didn’t ask for any of this," he snapped, stepping closer.

"If I hadn’t taken action, who would’ve, Dave?" you cried, your voice breaking.

"I would’ve," he responded sharply. Before you could catch your breath, your thoughts were swept away by the kiss that Dave pressed on you. He pulled you to him with such intensity that you barely had time to adjust. His lips found yours in a deep, urgent kiss, the warmth and relief flooding your body.

You melted into him, running your fingers through his curls, the touch you had longed for. It was what you needed to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside you. When you finally pulled away, you were smiling, the moment shining brighter, everything feeling perfect… until suddenly.

Boom. The vomit hit without warning. You couldn't stop it, and in an instant, you were spraying hot dog everywhere—including all over Dave’s clothes.

“Fuck! Damn hot dog!" you cursed, still trying to control what seemed like an endless wave of nausea. You hunched over, feeling mortified but unable to stop.

"Jesus Christ," Dave muttered, stepping closer and holding your hair back as you continued to puke. "Shit. What… why’d you do that?"

You coughed, trying to compose yourself, standing up and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I… I did it…," you took a deep breath, the shame consuming you. "I did it so you’d forgive me."

"But I already forgave you," he replied, grabbing a bottle from his bag so you could rinse your mouth. But as you went to use it, the water spilled all over his face.

"Then why didn’t you say anything?" you asked, your eyes wide with disbelief. The anger was still there, but now there was confusion mixed in.

Dave wiped his face with his shirt, his eyes meeting yours. "I was going to tell you when class was over," he explained, throwing his hands up as if the situation was more absurd than it already was. "But you’re always in such a rush, you want everything done your way. Couldn’t you wait a few more hours? Why did you have to eat seven hot dogs in front of everyone? People were recording! What was the point of that?"

You stood there, breathless from the mix of emotions, but then, suddenly, you started laughing. You caught yourself, and before you knew it, Dave was laughing too, as if your laughter was contagious.

"Why are you laughing?" you asked, laughing even harder, not sure if it was relief, anger, or pure surprise.

"I don’t know, why are you laughing?" Dave shot back, laughing louder now.

"This is all just… ridiculous," you said, shaking your head, now feeling much calmer. The laughter between the two of you had broken the tension, and things felt lighter. "Come on, let’s get out of here."

"Okay, but what about class?" he asked, still grinning, though there was a touch of seriousness in his voice.

"This all happened, and you’re worried about class, dude?" Todd exclaimed from behind you, and you realized you weren’t alone anymore. Marty, Erika, and Katie were all standing there, watching the little show unfold.

"I just don’t know trig," Dave muttered under his breath, confessing his "crime" with a nervous smile.

"You said you were good at math, Lizewski," you raised an eyebrow, challenging him with a look. He gave you a shy smile, trying to avoid your gaze.

"Oopsie," he joked, making everyone around you groan, but the fun in the air was undeniable.

"Had to be Dave Lizewski messing up our plan, huh babe?" Marty asked Erika, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Babe?" Everyone gasped in unison, their eyes wide as they stared at the two of them holding hands.

"That was my backup for the plan," she grinned proudly, ruffling Marty’s hair.

"Man, when you told me to keep quiet earlier…" Dave frowned, and Marty nodded sagely. "No way."

"Smooth as a ninja," Marty whispered, striking a combat stance with exaggerated seriousness.

"But hold on, Dave. Did you lie about not knowing math?" You brought up the issue amidst the chaos.

"You made a bet with me, we’re square," he shot back, shrugging nonchalantly. "Oh, and just so you know, I want half of the wager that was applied to me. Historical reparations."

"You're impossible, Dave Lizewski," you muttered, but the anger didn’t last long. Laughter bubbled up inside you once again. "You can have whatever you want, Dave... I don't even know how to say no to you."

Before you could say another word, Dave caught you completely off guard. In one swift move, he lifted you off the ground with ease and carried you toward his car. "Dave!" you squealed, half laughing, half protesting as he effortlessly whisked you away.

"Unlock the car," he commanded with an unexpected authority, gently placing you back on your feet as he stopped in front of the car.

"Think you can boss me around?" you shot back, hands on your hips, trying to appear defiant but secretly amused.

"I do," he replied, his mischievous grin widening as he closed the space between you and planted a quick kiss on your lips.

"Dave! I threw up!" you groaned, a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck as you instinctively covered your mouth.

"Then just come to my place and brush your teeth there," he replied smoothly, winking provocatively at you. You couldn't help but laugh, despite the lingering awkwardness.

"Where did I get myself into?" you muttered aloud, sliding into the car with a lazy laugh, still trying to shake off the chaotic whirlwind of emotions from the night.

Dave gave you the exact directions to his house, and before long, you arrived. The house was eerily quiet, with no one else around at that early hour, which made everything feel even more intimate. You followed him inside, and he handed you an extra toothbrush he'd grabbed from the storage closet.

"Hey, I need a shower," you beamed, finishing brushing your teeth. Your eyes drifted toward Dave's bedroom door.

"I do too," he responded, his mischievous smile unmistakable. He tossed you a towel. "I just don’t have any women's shampoo."

“How can you not notice i was calling you to take a bath with me?” you spat, giggling at Dave’s surprised reaction. “No, i won’t ask again. Just give me the damn towel.” you laughed, taking the towel from him, feeling a sense of ease settling in the air. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow? I'm stuck in this ridiculous costume."

"I actually liked the costume..." he smirked, his grin widening at the teasing glint in his eyes. You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of Dave’s shirts from the drawer. “What? Cosplays are the dorks' paradise.”

"You’re impossible," you laughed, heading for the bathroom. Things felt lighter now. The day had been surreal, but somehow, it seemed like everything was finally falling into place.

And god, that was the best shower of your life. The hot water poured over your skin like a comforting hug, washing away all the tension of the day. Each drop seemed to melt away any lingering doubts or fears, leaving only a gentle warmth in your chest. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the steam envelop you, almost as if you were floating in a dream.

After quickly washing, you grabbed the first piece of clothing you found—a shirt of Dave’s. The fabric was soft, a bit too big, and fell over your body like a makeshift dress, reaching the middle of your thighs. His scent still lingered there, a mix of fresh soap and something purely Dave. With bare feet, you walked down the hallway toward his room, finding Dave already lying on the bed, changed into his own clothes, his hands resting on his stomach as he stared at the ceiling. He shifted his gaze to you, his eyes tracing the outline of your body in his shirt.

"Wow... you look…" he inhaled deeply, turning onto his side and propping his head on his hand to admire you. "Perfect." That was the word you’d wanted to hear from Dave, a sly smile tugging at your lips as you finally heard it.

"And you just changed clothes?" You raised an eyebrow, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"No, I used my dad’s bathroom to take a shower," he replied, sitting up to get a better look at you.

"I see," you murmured, clicking your tongue and giving your head a small shake, feeling that warm, easy connection between you both grow even stronger.

Without saying another word, you lay down next to him, turning on your side to face him. He did the same, adjusting his body so that your faces were close enough to feel each other's breath. The closeness felt strange, but in a good way, an unexpected intimacy. You could feel each other's breath, a soft exhale that seemed to fill the space between you."This is weird," Dave whispered, a small, mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"I was about to say that," you replied, your mouth opening in surprise, a soft warmth creeping up your cheeks. "But you know what's even weirder?"

"What?" Dave asked, his eyes shining with curiosity as he leaned in a little closer.

"Marty and Erika being together," you said, not able to hide your surprise. He immediately nodded, rolling his eyes, as if it had been obvious the whole time.

"I don't even know how long they've been dating," you continued, trying to process the situation. "Do you think she set up the bet so we'd end up together?"

"No doubt," Dave said, letting out a short laugh. "By now, they've probably got three kids and a house in Hawaii, and we don't even know." He said it with a sideways smile, and you felt a wave of relief at hearing his voice so light. Oh, how you missed that Dave Lizewski humor. It was something that made everything feel more bearable, even the chaos of the situation.

"And their dog probably has some nerdy name," you added, continuing the absurd narrative. "Like Spock or something like this."

"Your sociocultural collection is growing, darling," he responded, pretending to be concerned. "Be careful, soon you'll turn into a nerd." He tapped your forehead with his finger in a playful gesture, as if daring you to follow the path of knowledge.

"Is that so?" You sat up on the bed, getting on your knees, and with a quick motion, grabbed his glasses off his face and put them on yourself, making an exaggerated and playful expression. "Like this?"

"My God, don’t do that to me. I have a heart and hormones, you know," he grunted, getting on his knees and tickling you, forcing you to fall back on the bed, laughing uncontrollably.

"Dave!" You screamed, wriggling around on the bed.

"No, my love. You’re going to take your punishment quietly," he laughed, his hands continuing to torment you as your laughter grew louder.

"What did you just call me?" You gasped in between your laughs, and Dave stopped, suddenly flustered, a blush creeping up his neck.

"My love..." he repeated, smiling sheepishly.

You sat up again, placing his glasses on the bedside table before gently cupping his face, your fingers softly tracing his cheek. You couldn’t stop smiling. "You can keep calling me that, my love," you said with a grin, feeling your own face flush, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment—rather, a warmth from happiness.

"Alright, princess, love, sweetheart, honey, beautiful," he teased, making you laugh even harder.

"I like that," you giggled softly, adjusting your legs so they fit between his, your body now close to his, the space between you almost non-existent. Your eyes drifted over his face—the shape of his jaw, the way his messy hair fell over his forehead, the features you knew so well, but somehow seemed even more striking now. You chewed your inner cheek for a moment, unsure, before asking:

"Hey, Dave… If you forgave me, why didn’t you talk to me earlier? I wouldn’t have had to do all that."

He sighed, looking away for a brief second before turning back to meet your gaze. "I was angry," he admitted, clicking his tongue. "The anger faded by your second hot dog, but... I kinda wanted to see you embarrass yourself. Historical repair."

The playful tone of his voice made you roll your eyes, but a smile slowly formed on your lips. With a gentle push, you placed your hand on his chest, giving him a light shove. He just laughed, holding your hand against his chest, and without warning, he pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your fingers. Your heart skipped a beat, and you repeated the gesture on his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips.

"Feel my heart," he suddenly said, taking your hand and pressing it to his chest, his own hand covering yours.

The beat was strong, steady, like a pulsing drum behind his muscular chest. "Wow, what a big heart," you laughed, and he chuckled along, his eyes shining with amusement. You bit your lip, suddenly anxious, daring to ask.

“Now feel mine…” you muttered, taking his hand and guiding it to your chest.

Dave took a deep breath, his throat moving in a dry swallow. His fingers trembled slightly as they touched your skin over the thin fabric of his shirt. Hesitantly, he pressed a little harder, as if he wanted to feel better, cupping the soft weight of your breast. The air around you seemed heavier, denser, loaded with something unspoken.

“It’s very… strong,” he murmured, his voice a little hoarse. His eyes rose to yours before he moved his hand, sliding it to your waist and squeezing it lightly, like an involuntary instinct. You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his touch spread through your body.

"I liked what you did today on stage," he added, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips.

"What? Eating hot dogs and throwing up?" you teased, trying to lighten the tension building between you both.

Dave's laugh echoed softly, and his hand on your waist tightened slightly with the movement. "No," he denied, pulling you closer, his voice now barely a hoarse whisper. "Saying you love me."

His lips hovered over yours for a moment before sealing in a delicate kiss. A shiver ran down your spine as you reciprocated, holding his face gently in your hands. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the whirlwind of emotions, but this kiss felt different from the others. More intense, more meaningful. The sound of their lips meeting was almost a melody, and you lost yourself completely in it. Dave’s fingers slid over your skin, a careful, reverent touch.

When he pulled away, your eyes sought his, finding an intense glow there—a reflection of what you felt yourself. You lifted a finger, slowly tracing the outline of his lower lip, playing with the texture, the softness.

“You know you can touch it with your mouth too, right?” He teased, a lazy smile appearing.

“I’m just seeing your mouth. Stop being a horny nerd,” you laughed, your fingers now sliding along the line of his jaw.

“I wear glasses, I can only see in Braille,” he murmured, and before you could respond, he leaned in for another kiss. This time, more rhythmic, laced with silly giggles that mixed with the sound of the kisses. And so it continued. Kissing once, twice, three times. And each time you stopped, another need to feel each other's lips arose.

Hours later, your eyes had adjusted to the soft light of the room. You reached across the mattress, looking for Dave, but only found crumpled sheets. As you sat up, your eyes caught the clothes scattered on the floor, and a silly smile played on your lips as you remembered the last few hours.

The door opened quietly, revealing Dave in shorts and a T-shirt, holding a glass of water. "I didn't think you'd be up now," he beamed, a playful smile dancing across his face as he handed the glass to you. "I think I arrived just in time to rescue you."

"Thanks, my hero," you teased, drinking the water quickly, feeling how your body craved every drop to recover.

Dave settled beside you, pulling the blanket over both of you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as your bodies shifted into a comfortable spooning position. From the window, you could see the sunset painting the sky in vibrant tones—orange, pink, purple—everything blended together like a living canvas.

"It's beautiful," you murmured, taking in every detail.

He squeezed you a little tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "Yeah... it's beautiful," he repeated quietly, tilting his head slightly to better see the golden reflection the sun cast over the two of you.

You turned to face him, captivated by the way the light danced in his hair and reflected in his deep blue eyes. He smiled, and with a gentle movement, he shifted you under his body, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your ear with tender affection. He was certain that you didn’t need any light to shine, kissing your forehead before simply watching you, as if he wanted to memorize every detail. The light slowly faded, making way for the night. But somehow, Dave still glowed. And that’s when you whispered, almost like an involuntary prayer:

“Dave, you’re my radiant beam in the night.”

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