#and/or can keep a headband on without pulling it off

[yuwuta]

Oh we need more of the tennis player yuuta.

so true we do. a match was cancelled and rescheduled due to inclement weather, which is fine, it happens occasionally. except, the reschedule interferes with your work trip, which is how yuuta ends up with your baby boy in his lap at his pre-match press conference. yuuta was worried at first, your son definitely wouldn’t be used to the cameras and reporters, and it was also seven in the morning, so he really hoped the baby wouldn’t become too irritated, but all his worrying was for nothing. 

your baby boy didn’t seem to the mind the cameras, or the large crowd of people, his father was right there to hold him through the entire thing. with them side by side like this, their similarities really show; their droopy eyelids and tired expression, the occasional slow blinking when they’re confused or in thought, the same nose scrunch that makes everybody coo when it happens. one reporter mentions you by name, and that makes the otherwise sleepy baby perk and babble “mama” into the microphone instinctively, which melts everybody’s hearts, yuuta’s included, “that’s right, baby, that’s mama,” he coos, pinching his kid’s cheek before returning his attention to the reporter, “but, yeah, my wife—she’s great. she’s away on work right now, and we miss her a lot, but i’m so proud of her. i got to speak to her right before this conference actually, and she said she’d tune in when she could, so i hope she’s watching—wait, sorry, um… what was the question again?” (his rambling off about my wife my wife my wife is not new. it happens in every conference and interview, he’s just a loverboy through and through). 

during the match, it’s dead silent when yuuta’s about to serve and then there’s the tiniest cry of “dada,” just as he’s about the throw the ball up, which makes him smile and stop and turn to his son, and the entire crowd coos. yuuta is not too proud to blow a kiss before going to serve again.

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quiet - Chris Sturniolo

fratboy!chris × jealous!reader

(dividers from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

disclaimer: the following content is not suitable for an underage audience. please, if you are a minor do not interact in any way or form. thank you. check the trigger warning before reading, enjoy!

t.w: inappropriate language, unprotected sex (don't), a tiny bit of degrading language, jealousy, alcohol, I think nothing more.

a.n: soo...i'm impatient. i had planned to post this story on the 31st, once the poll ended, but i really don't like to wait that much. however, the results are clear: chris smut won with the 52.9%!

when you spot your boyfriend chris flirting with another girl at the Halloween party, you decide to take the matter in your hands and make him jealous thanks to matt. what you don't know, is that chris is keeping a close eye on you.

“i really don’t wanna go to this stupid party, nick.”

“i know, but you know what?” nick put his hands on my shoulders, a gentle yet firm grip. he looked at me in the eyes, then said “at least you look hot as fuck, and that’s all that matters. walk through those doors as if your pussy is made out of gold, and see what happens.”

i smiled at my best friend. with new-found confidence, i walked towards the doors, swaying my hips in my skimpy DCC cheerleaders white shorts that left nothing to the imagination. nick followed right through, adjusting the fake fangs in his mouth. he was one hell of a hot vampire. 

as we entered the halloween-decorated fraternity of our college, we were immediately pulled aside by matt, who was waiting for us right at the entrance. blue and purple lights caressed his face, creating weird shadows all around.

“fuckin’ finally! what took you so long?”

“are your eyes actually open? don’t you see how hot we both look? good things are always the last to arrive.” i chuckled as nick pulled me in a side hug to prove a point to his brother.

i eyed matt up and down one last time. even in the weird colored lights, i noticed that something was off. “wait, why aren’t you dressed up?” 

“cause i’m getting the fuck out of here, i was waiting for you two just because i don’t want to leave chris here under the influence without one of us to check on him.”

“he’s already drunk?”

“yeah, you surprised?”

i looked around, trying to find that dumb-fuck, with no luck. 

“c’mon, let’s get the party started!” nick grabbed my hand, pushing through the crowd of sweaty and dressed up people to get us to the drinks.

“do you want to drink anything?” he screamed loud enough for me to understand him over the blasting music. i shook my head, still trying to find chris. i picked at my skin, worry eating me alive: where the fuck was he? he was drunk, what if he did something stupid, or worse, dangerous?

then, i spotted him: hidden in the corner of the room with some random girl, running his hand through his hair held back by the headband of his basketball player costume. she was talking about something, and i could see clearly the strand of blonde hair that he was playing with twirling in his hand as he leaned on the wall, with the cocky grin of someone who believes that he has the world at his feet.

i felt a wave of nausea hit me, hands shaking by my sides. 

nick followed my gaze, spotting his brother. his hand stopped midway, the red cup never reaching his lips. “no way…” he whispered. weirdly enough, i heard that. 

just as i was ready to leave everything and get the fuck out of there, nick stopped me.

“let me go, nick, i don’t want to spend another second here.”

“absolutely not.”

“nick, please.” tears pricked at my eyes, making it hard for me to keep them back.

“i can bet you a hundred bucks right now that he’s trying to work you up. two can play that stupid game, y/n, and you've got plenty of people who've been eyeing you up and down since we arrived. go out there and get him back."

i took a napkin, drying my tears before they could fall and ruin my makeup.

an idea popped up in my mind. i turned towards the door, spotting matt, ready to leave.

"nick, quick, how mean would it be if i took revenge with matt?"

"honestly? a lot", he begun, pulling out his phone, dialling matt's number. "but you know what? i support women's rights as well as women's wrongs. go do your thing, baby."

we watched as matt picked up the phone, turning towards us. nick told him to come to us before he left, and so he did.

"matt, go and dance with y/n. don't ask questions, we'll explain everything later."

matt looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, but he didn't complain when i pulled him through the crowd, right in the middle of the room.

"i'm sorry, matt, just a little payback to your dumb brother."

i briefly explained to him what happened, what we saw, and nick's idea, so that he knew what was actually happening.

"you know what? i need a tiny bit of alcohol in me, then we can truly give chris payback."

i watched as one of his friends brought him a red cup. he gulped it down, waiting for the alcohol to hit.

and when it did, we had the best night ever: we laughed, danced, twirled together. soon enough, everyone's eyes were on us, some were judging, others having fun with us. at a certain point i might have drunk something too, cause i found myself grinding against matt. and god knows how private we actually are around each other in our daily life.

i felt matt's hands travelling up my sides, pushing his hips against mine, making me feel his erection. i threw my head back against his shoulder as he placed wet kisses down my neck, hands squeezing me closer to him. soft breaths came out of my parted lips, losing myself in the moment: maybe it was the alcohol, or the music, or the knowledge that everyone does some dumb shit during halloween night and then act the next day like nothing happened, but i had a strong urge to grab him and kiss him, to feel his lips dance on mine, our bodies so close one another that they physically couldn't get closer.

just as i turned around, intoxicated enough to actually kiss him, a strong hand pulled me away from my friend.

"wha-" i turned around, welcomed by the sight of a pissed off chris: jaw clenched, eyes fixed on a spot in front of him, dragging me around the room, elbowing whoever dared to step in front of him.

i tried to free myself from his grip, pulling and tugging with all my might, but he didn't even bulge a tiny bit. "where the fuck do you think you are taking me-"

"quiet."

"chris i swear-"

"shut the fuck up," he growled. he dragged me up the stairs, stopping in front of a door. he opened it and pushed me inside.

he locked the door behind me, pushing me against it. his lips immediately found mine, kissing me roughly. it was an angry kiss, a forceful one. it was screaming vendetta, jealousy, hurt.

i tugged at his hair as his tongue made its way in my mouth. his hands gripped my hips, so hard that i was sure they would leave marks. he hooked his hand under my knee, pushing my leg up and around his waist. i tiptoed with the other leg, trying to gain a bit of height.

chris pressed his erection right against my pussy, grinding slightly to tease me.

"chris," i moaned, every little noise swallowed by his lips.

"such a whore," he growled, lifting me up. both my legs wrapped around his waist to steady myself, as my back hit the door behind me. from this new position, i could feel his tip pushing right at my entrance.

"you really had to go all out and fuck my brother, didn't you? such a needy slut."

"the only slut here is you, flirting with that little friend of yours."

he snorted, clearly pissed off at my comeback.

"you really have no idea of what is coming, ma."

chills ran down my spine at that threat, at his dark voice and blown out pupils. he had the look of someone ready to eat you alive, and that was probably his intent.

"how pathetic," he mumbled before ripping apart the tight fabric of my shorts, leaving me completely bare.

i gasped, trying to pull away. "my shorts!"

"oh please," he started, "they were covering nothing. you could walk out there like this and no one would notice the difference."

he pressed me harder against the door as he pulled down his pants, just enough for his dick to spring out.

"hope matt got you wet enough," he chuckled ironically, then pushed himself right in, to the brim.

a chocked out moan left my lips, as chris started thrusting fast and hard inside me.

"oh chris- fuck."

"yeah? feels good? bet matt couldn't fuck you like i do."

i threw my head against the door while i clawed at his back, his jersey stopping me from leaving marks all over his back.

"ngh- so big, chris...please," i whimpered, trying to adjust to his size and rhythm. chris's lips attached to my neck, leaving kisses all around. as his mouth travelled down to my cleavage, he started to bite and nip at my skin, making sure that it would bruise.

"fuck-," he pulled out, quickly putting me down and bending me over the desk right by the door. whose room was that, again?

he pushed himself right in again, gripping my hips. he pounded into me so hard that the desk was banging against the wall with every thrust.

the room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, moans and groans as the music resonated faintly.

"such- a whore, fuck!" i felt him shudder; his hand flew quickly at the base of his cock, squeezing slightly to prevent himself from cumming yet.

"you're fuckin'mine, got that? mine."

one hand grabbed my asscheek, slapping it right after. and then again, and again, until i was left trembling and crying, overstimulated from the pleasure and pain that he was inflicting me.

his thrusts grew sloppy and unsteady as he approached his release. "chris, please, please, i wanna cum so bad" i sniffled, gripping the desk until my knuckles turned white to ground myself.

"no."

"please-"

"you can hold it. you're not cumming until i tell you to."

i bit my hand lightly, trying to focus on his orders. but it was just so hard, and he was fucking me just so good, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, that i knew i couldn't last for much longer.

a low guttural moan escaped from chris's lips as my walls clenched around him hard, pushing both of us even closer to our orgasms.

with a particular deep thrust, he tipped over the edge, spilling inside me, filling me with his hot cum. he groaned relieved as he thrusted slow and soft inside me, riding the waves of his climax.

i screamed, unable to contain my orgasm anymore, shaking as i came down from my high. i whimpered, laying down on the desk, the cool wood making me shiver all around.

"good job, ma," he whispered, stroking my back and kissing my shoulder. "such a good girl f'me, hm?"

his arms wrapped around my waist, helping me up. i leaned into him, grabbing his jersey for support.

"was i too rough?" i shook my head, leaning back to look at him in the eyes. a question bursted out, unable to stay put anymore.

"who was that girl?" chris looked taken back by the sudden question, but he had no problem answering. he shrugged, "i have no idea, i just wanted to work you up. you always give your best with angry sex."

i looked at him flabbergasted, ready to actually pick up a fight. "chris i swear-"

"shush mamas, let's get you something to actually cover up, hm? don't wanna go out there covered in marks and with no pants on, right?"

「 ★ ★ ★ 」

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃/𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓

yk what i should fly to the USA just to experience Halloween the American way, that shit seems so much fun i swear.

hope you enjoyed it! happy, spooky Halloween everyone!

love y'all,

-bree🎃🦇

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[moonchildstyles]

elan for halloween would be a dream♡ i can see her in the prettiest costume everrrrr and h just going along with everything, hearts in his eyes👼🏼🪽🦢maybe even a private moment together, in costumeeeee🤍

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"No, totally... For sure, it's going to be so much fun. Just text me when you get back to where you're staying... Yeah, I still have your location. Do you have mine?... Perfect, good. I'll text you later, but if you need anything just let me know... Love you, Fran." 

Harry watched on the end of (Y/N)'s bed as she spoke into her phone, hands wandering through her professionally tousled hair. While he was aware of what she was muttering to her best friend, not a single word processed when he had the distraction of her reflection in front of him. 

While he was getting a stellar view from behind her, the dressing gown she had draped over her shoulders hid the details of her halloween costume. This year, one of her three (three!) planned costumes was a Playboy Bunny. That was the bodysuit she had on tonight, complete with a puffed tail over her rear and a headband with bunny ears hanging off of her arm. The night's plans included making an appearance at a party thrown by a friend of a friend, the kind where her hair stylist was called and a makeup artist had been given the privilege of painting her face. 

She was left with big blown out hair, her face dewy and smooth with the prettiest blush dusting her cheeks. The pink flush was extra concentrated on the tip of her nose, giving the illusion of a bunny's nose without having to draw a button nose on her skin. Her lashes were long and fluttery, grazing her brow bone and brushing her cheekbones. Sparkling gloss had been swiped over her lips, playing against the shimmery white corset cinching her waist. In lieu of the traditional bowtie around her neck, she had a black choker tied around her throat with a tiny white bow stitched to the front. Her legs were silken smooth under a pair of sheer nude tights, leading to a classic pair of pointed black stilettos. Harry could already see her begging to carry her around so she wouldn't have to keep walking in those shoes. 

The champagne colored dressing gown draped over her form was only loosely tied at her waist, creating a deep V to show off stretches of her costume. It was hard for Harry to keep his focus when he looked at her. Her attention was miles far away from him, but he still felt drawn to her—unable to look away.

But, he reminded himself, he had to be on his best behavior for the night. He wasn't going out with her as her partner, dancing and drinking with her friends. He was going out with her as her bodyguard on duty, his sole purpose being to protect her to ensure she was safe amongst the throngs of almost-celebrities and paparazzi with blinding cameras. 

Though the real severe threats to (Y/N)'s well being had all but vanished once Damien had been removed from her vicinity (there were rumors he was relocated to Spain, the cover being that there was some internship with some artist he admired. Harry had a feeling Damien fled the second it reached him that (Y/N) knew and wasn't afraid of letting others know as well), there was always the worry of her walking into the lion's den that was the media. Especially at parties like these, where one drink would be exaggerated to chugging a whole keg, and photographers weren't afraid to push and pull for the ultimate shot. More than anything, he wanted to be there; to be a physical reminder that she wasn't alone and she had him on her side. 

"Right, right," (Y/N) muttered, rooting through the small purse she was taking with her for the night, "No, for sure. No, I'll text you... Okay, love you. Bye." 

Harry was surprised to see (Y/N) actually end the call given the fact that they'd said goodbye at least three prior times only to continue talking. Dropping her phone in her bag just as she found the lipgloss she'd been digging for, he watched as she took in a deep breath, breasts swelling over the balconette cut of her bodysuit. 

"Sorry," she sighed, meeting his eyes through the mirror with the applicator of her lipgloss dragging over her plush mouth, "I didn't think we'd talk that long." 

"'S alright," he murmured, forcing his gaze from the soft parts of her up to her eyes, "I figured you'd be talking for a while. I don't mind." 

Truthfully, this only gave him more and more time to get in all of his gazing and admiring and staring before he would have to be the consummate professional in public. He'd drink her in now in hopes of holding himself over until the early hours of the morning when they would finally be alone again. 

Rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss, (Y/N) pursed her lips with a pop. Harry had to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as he watched. He forced himself to straighten his posture when she turned her gaze to his, no longer using the mirror as the middleman. 

"I wish you'd dress up with me tonight," she pouted, canting her head just right with the light catching her pinkened nose.

"I know," he sighed, standing up from where he'd been sat at her glamorous vanity. "Maybe another time—I've got to work tonight, remember?" 

She only rolled her eyes at him, a pinch of attitude twisting her features. "Sure, sure. Because someone's going to fight me in the middle of a night club."

Harry only looked at her with a deadpan look. She knew better than most just how easy it was for tensions to boil over in the dark like that, especially when alcohol was involved. He wasn't really in the mood to imagine her being the subject of a grainy cell phone video with someone attempting to pull her hair out or pour a drink over her head. 

"Fine, I know," she relented after only a moment of his silence, "I just think it would be cute if we were both bunnies or something. I'd even let you pick if you wanted something specific." 

He shook his head, his features finally cracking when he pulled her closer with an arm looped around her waist. "I just want whatever makes y'feel pretty. We'll match another time, but y'get to be the center of attention tonight." 

She softened immediately in his hold, reaching for him with the sleeves of the dressing gown sliding over her shimmering skin. "Okay. Thank you, H." 

Harry didn't bother with a response before he dipped his head down and pressed his lips to hers. The tip of his nose grazed the top of her own as he tasted the watermelon tint to her gloss. If it were up to him, he would continue this up until Sully arrived and they would be forced on their way, but he'd been in trouble one too many times to know that he wasn't going to get away with messing up her makeup before an event like this. 

Drawing away, the light caught a stray smudge of her gloss caught on the corner of her lip. With her face tipped up towards him like a flower looking for the sun, he used the pad of his thumb to lightly swipe away the offending smudge. He could feel the weight of her gaze on his face, tracing the planes and lingering on his lips, where he was sure  there was the mark of her kiss glistening in the low light. 

"I think I want to come home early tonight," (Y/N) whispered with Harry's thumb pausing just at the corner of her mouth. 

"Yeah?" he pressed, raising his brows as he looked down at her. Carefully, he maneuvered his arm around her waist until he was pulling the headband of bunny ears from the crook of her elbow. 

"Yeah," she breathed, no further explanation leaving her lips once Harry tipped her head back. 

He pushed the headband over her hair, leaving the volume of her hair to flare out just behind the massive ears now stationed on the top of her head. (Y/N) didn't move, only looking up at him.

"'M sure we can make that happen, sweet girl." 

Making the hard choice for the both of them, Harry unravelled his arms from around her and took a step back to allow clear air into their lungs. 

"Finish getting ready, and I'll let Sully know we're almost ready." 

With that, he exited her bedroom, knowing he would need a second to recuperate if either of them had a chance of acting normal for the night. He could feel (Y/N)'s eyes following him all the way out. 

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Harry shifted, adjusting his stance as his pants felt entirely too tight as he kept his eyes stitched to the Playboy Bunny across the room. 

It was criminal the way she was able to take all of the air out of his lungs when she was doing the most simple of things, when her attention was far from on him. Just dancing with her friends (and the hangers- on that would no doubt be posting about these interactions in the coming days) was enough to have him crossing his arms over his chest and clenching his jaw. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she fluffed her hair, played with the bunny ears on her head with a grin aimed at her friends, and ran her hands over the curves of her body. 

He had forced himself into his work mindset before they'd gone out, just for those expectations to be cast aside. Of course, with his eyes on her, he was able to keep track of who was approaching her, and who was getting a touch too close, but that didn't mean that was his priority at the moment. He was too entranced with watching the way her hips moved, the swell of her breasts over the cups of her corset, the length of her legs in the silky tights. Every time the light shined just right over her face, and he caught the pink blush on her nose, he wondered how long he would have to kiss her until that blush became real. 

Photographs and videos were taken of her as she had fun, some where he was sure there could be a glimpse of him simmering in the background. He wondered if there would be any articles picking apart his body language. 

Despite how much fun she was having, Harry wanted to cling to her earlier request of heading home while the night was still young. Truthfully, he doubted he could make it much longer with just watching her. His hands were already fisted under his arms. 

A small smile touched the corner of his lips, cracking the stoic exterior, when he saw her twirl on the dance floor. She had her hands in her fluffed hair, and a bubbly smile on her features. He could just barely hear the melody of her laugh over the sound of the music and the volume of the chatter. The faint traces of her remaining lip gloss sparkled in the party lights, drawing his gaze to her mouth like a faithful spotlight. 

Harry barely saw the others in her circle playing along, dancing to the unfamiliar song thumping through the speakers. With the way (Y/N)'s body moved, the rolling of her hips, the way her breasts bounced against the tight corset, there was no way he was picking up on any details of the surroundings; no one could ask him the color of anything with the expectation of getting the right answer, not when (Y/N) was acting like this. 

Following the sparkles sprinkled over her décolletage, the ribbon around her throat and the delicate slope of her neck, Harry realized (Y/N) was looking at him when he matched her gaze. There was a sparkle there, one different than that of her makeup. A sly smile touched the very corners of her mouth. 

He'd been caught, but Harry didn't dare to look away from her. 

Watching as she excused herself from her friends, looking for only a moment over her shoulder before she threaded through the crowd. Heading directly towards him. Harry shifted in his spot on the edge of the crowd, stationed near the table that had been reserved exclusively for her and the attention she would draw to this party.

Aware of the cameras that could easily capture them, both professional and amateur, (Y/N) didn't draw too near, but the heat she brought with her was enough to tickle along his skin. 

"Hey, you," she greeted, a flirtatious undertone to the words. Her smile was a touch too bright to be only casual.

"Hi," he answered, dipping his chin in an attempt to level with her eyes, "Y'come here often?"

 A peal of laughter spilled from her, (Y/N) leaning forward as if he said the funniest joke she'd ever heard. "You're so annoying," she shook her head though she held no real grit in her voice. She recovered with her lips in a curl as she canted her head. "Are you having fun at least? You haven't even moved from here all night. 

"'M having fun watching you have fun," he clarified, "How are y'feeling?" 

"I'm good," she sang, her features staying rounded and innocuous despite the way her eyes dropped from his, to the pillows of his lips. There, the glittery lids grew heavy, hooding her irises. "I think I might be ready to go home, though." 

"Yeah?" Harry pressed, his voice suddenly deeper. Enough so that (Y/N) took the risk and leaned closer. 

"Yeah," she affirmed, nibbling at her lip, "I promised you I would let us get home early tonight, remember?" 

"But, if you're having fun, we don't have to go yet, love. I can wait for you."

 "I can't." 

It was the way that she met his eyes, gaze clear and heavy, that had a pump of blood rushing through his system and bruising his ribs. 

"Say bye to your friends, I'll call Sully." 

When she tossed a bright smile in his direction, sparkling gaze trained on him, Harry saw a camera trained in their direction to capture the moment. 

That was a photo he hoped would resurface at some point.

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"Have a goodnight, kids. I'll see you in the morning, Miss (Y/N)." 

With (Y/N)'s hand still tucked into Harry's elbow, a light jacket draped over her shoulders, she looked to Sully over her shoulder. "See you in the morning," she called.

Her steps never slowed, Harry keeping up with her while he bit back a smile. She definitely wasn't lying when she said she could wait. 

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he pushed open the door to her building, allowing her to step inside first. The sound of her heels clicking over the glossy floor matched the ticking of his heart. He faithfully followed her towards the elevator, tossing a polite smile to the lobby attendant for the both of them. 

It wasn't until they were safe behind the gleaming doors of the elevator, only the mirrored walls and orchestrational music keeping them company, that (Y/N) broke. 

Swirling to stand before him, with her heels assisting her height, she tugged Harry down with her arms looped around his neck. As soon as she was close enough, she pressed her lips to his in a messy smear. The tip of their noses mashed together before Harry was able to tilt his head. He could feel the remnants of her lip gloss, the soft heat of her kiss, the creases that matched up with his so perfectly. Parting his lips just enough, he slipped the tip of his tongue across the plush of her own mouth, getting a taste of the few sips of alcoholic lemonade she had at the beginning of the evening. 

A breathy sigh fanned across his kiss when she opened her own mouth. Her tongue played along with his, getting a taste of him just as teasingly as he did for her. He clutched at her hips, finally getting more than a passing graze of the silken fabric that held tight over her body. The high leg cut of the bodysuit allowed him to feel glimpses of her bare skin through the tights pulled over her legs. 

He wondered how long he would be able to keep her in this outfit before he was forced to tear it off of her. 

Just as she chanced a hike of her leg over his thigh, the elevator dinged over their heads. it was Harry that pulled away first, looking over (Y/N)'s shoulder to see her penthouse level being highlighted. 

"I'll follow you, sweet girl," Harry murmured, forcing himself to turn her body away from his and towards the opening doors. 

She blinked herself back to the real world, clutching Harry's hand in her own before taking them down the hallway. It felt like an eternity as she dug through for the key to her door, long enough for him to skate his eyes down her form and over the exposed curve of her ass from the cut of the costume. He felt his pants tighten, his cock stirring at the sight. 

As soon as she was able, she tugged him into her apartment after her. It was Harry that had the wherewithal to lock the door after them, only getting through the twisting motion for a second before she was pulling him away. 

"We'll do that later. You're not my bodyguard tonight, just my boyfriend," she insisted, taking him to the couch with her. 

A lopsided grin took over his mouth, going along with her as she urged him to take a seat on the plush sofa. "I thought y'liked that I protect you? What happened to that, sweet girl?" 

"I do," she countered, taking a seat on his lap with her hands landing on the broad of his shoulders, "But I just want you to fuck me right now—not bodyguard me." 

Harry felt a pulse of heat race through his system. He didn't think before he smeared his lips across hers, decidedly messier and harsher than the kiss they shared in the elevator. 

She relented to his strength, clutching at his shoulders while he clutched at her waist. The boning of her corset was stiff under his hands, keeping her back arched as she leant into him. His palms skated over her form as she moaned into his mouth, the slick press and pull of their mouths filling the quiet of her apartment.

The ties of her corset slipped against his fingers just before he ran its other cotton fluff of her bunny tail. He couldn't help but to tug on it, hoping she could feel just how much he enjoyed her costume. The roll of her hips she gave in response was the right answer. 

A whining moan rang from her throat then, the thin covering between her legs providing no cushion against the bulge of his cock underneath her core. She pulled away with her chest heaving against his, leaving Harry to drag his lips down the line of her jaw and down the curve of her neck. 

He hoped her makeup artist for the next Halloween party wouldn't mind using a few extra minutes to cover whatever marks he left over tonight. 

Harry gently nipped at the soft skin of her throat, his tongue soothing that same area within the same breath. He sucked and bit, feeling the skin heat under his mouth. (Y/N) fisted his shirt, her manicured nails behind felt through the material. The light scratch against his skin was enough to have his hips bucking up to hers, meeting her soft core in a shallow thrust. 

"Harry," she breathed, his name said like a prayer in a delicate voice. "I don't want to wait." 

He only shushed her as he dotted kisses down her neck once he was satisfied with the love bite he left behind on her throat. She might not want to wait, but he was more than happy taking a bit of extra time with his mouth on her. 

Once he reached the swell of her breasts, he brought a hand up from her rear to the flexible cups of her corset. It didn't take much force to fold it down and expose her peaking nipple. He took the bud between his lips, sucking it against his tongue. The scraping of his teeth had goosebumps sparking over her skin, her nipple hardening against the buds of his tongue. 

Her hands on his shoulders shifted upwards into the baby curls on the back of his neck, fingers sliding amongst the waves. It was his turn to let out a strangled moan as he moved to press his lips to her other breast, spurring (Y/N) on to tug at the roots of his hair just enough to send a zip over the knobs of his spine. 

Wrapping an arm around her back, he pressed her closer to his mouth, muffling his moan as he laved his tongue over her breast. The only movement she could make over his lap was to sit on his thighs, pressing her core headily against his cock. 

He could feel the way his cock twitched when he imagined the heat that was waiting for him, the tight channel he was going to squeeze the head into. 

God, could he really wait much longer? 

Pulling away from her chest with a pop, his lips swollen and slick with saliva, Harry looked up at her with darkened eyes. She looked devastating, eyes glossy with thick lashes, her bunny-pink nose and lips agape, tongue tasting of his name. 

"Harry?"

He pressed a hard kiss to her waiting mouth. "Want m'help with your costume?" 

"I've got it," she rushed out, stumbling from his lap as she blindly reached for the ties of her corset. 

It only took a moment of watching her unable to reach the right ties, that Harry let out a breathy laugh. He spun her with his hands on her hips, presenting him with the view of her back with her bunny tail at his face. He couldn't help but to plant a kiss on the small of her back, an act that had a small giggle sounding from his girl. 

Harry worked gently and methodically as he undid the ties of her costume. He brushed the bare skin of her back as he worked his fingers under the ribbons, the boning loosening with every pull. Soon enough the entire ensemble was pushed down her hips and left in a puddle at her feet. (Y/N) took in a deep breath, looking over her shoulder at where he sat with spread legs on the couch. 

"Ears or no ears?" she asked, referring to the headband pinned to her hair. 

"Ears," he answered definitively. 

A sly sight colored her lusted features. "Okay." 

She had to have been putting on a show with the slow pace she rolled down her tights. (Y/N) slowly bent at the hips as she needed, her ass in Harry's face with the puffy lips of her pussy on display the deeper she bent. He could already see the way her slit was glistening for him. She hadn't been lying when she said she wasn't interested in waiting. 

It was a bit selfish, he thought, leaving her to do the hard work of undressing while reaching down to the bulge in his lap. But, he wasn't one to say no to a show, especially not one as pretty as this. 

Undoing the fastenings of his trousers, Harry pushed the band of his briefs down his thighs. The ruddy head was already smeared with precum, enough that allowed him to glaze down the rest of his length as he fisted over himself. There was no doubt (Y/N) heard the slick sound that rang through the apartment; especially not when she looked at him over her shoulder, her ass in his face and bunny ears on her head. 

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, eyes darkened. 

Her movements became a bit clumsy then, leaving the rest of his dressing to be left on the floor in record time. But, before she had a chance to climb back on his lap, Harry caged his free arm around her waist from behind. She let out a gasp, grabbing for his forearm that curled around his middle. 

Harry tugged her down to sit on his lap, her back to his chest with the warmth of her pussy pressed right against the base of his cock. A full moan fell from her lips, (Y/N) throwing her head back to be laid against his shoulder.

"Alright with this?" he asked, referring to both the way he was taking her from behind and the fact she was naked while not a single article of his own clothing had been discarded. 

"Uh-huh," she nodded absently, turning her head until she was snuggling against the column of his throat. "As long as you still kiss me." 

An affection curl took over his mouth. "'M sure we can manage," he mused, "Budge up for me, love." 

Lifting her hips while Harry's arm was still barred around her middle, he fisted his cock in his palm. With the way she hovered just above him, he was able to skim the head of his cock along her slick folds, smearing his precum around her core. 

"Let me know if y'want me to stop or slow down," he murmured to her, something he told her every time she allowed him the privilege of settling between her thighs. 

"Stop body guarding me, I'm f—" 

Her chiding was cut off when Harry pushed his hips upwards, splitting her open with the head of his cock. A garbled call of his name bubbled out of her, the kind of thing that she attempted to bite back but still made it way out. He pulled her down onto his lap, bottoming out through her slick walls. A pleasured sigh heaved from his chest. 

Harry bucked up into her, driving himself that much deeper, pushing his balls against her budding clit. Her breathing was shaky. 

(Y/N )'s legs were spread wide around his own parted knees, leaving her open for him to begin bucking up into. She made the sweetest noises, the kind that told him he was hitting the deepest parts of her she had once told him had never been reached before him. He didn't have to see her to know that her eyes were fluttering to a close, nose pinched as she fought to keep her cool 

Slick noises filtered through the space, her walls pulsing around him, attempting to suck him deeper though he was barely even pulling out at the beginning of each thrust. 

"I-I wanna help," she whined, digging her fingers into the cage of his arm. 

"Yeah?" he breathed, smearing a kiss to the dip of her shoulder, "Go ahead and help me, sweetheart." 

He always thought it was quite cute that she wanted to help him when she was on top, despite how much he could tell she enjoyed just being bounced on his lap. His sweet girl, right to her core.

Slowing his bucks to gentle rolls of his hips, Harry allowed her to shift over his lap. Moving until she was straddling his pelvis, knees brought up to dig into the cushions of her sofa. She was spread wide open for him to reach around and graze her clit, the leverage of her knees on the couch allowing her to lift off of his cock until only the head was still tucked inside before dropping back down. 

"Oh—Harry," she cried, arching her back with her bunny ears going lopsided. 

With the enticing curve of her back, Harry's eyes were led right to the rounded curve of her ass. As she established her pace, the plush flesh slapped back against his lap. He couldn't take his eyes off, leaning back to watch the feast that was her body as she rode him. 

Around her waist, his hand wrapped around her front dropped low until he met the top of her slit. He could feel the way his cock was splitting her open, a grazing that had his mouth falling open. His fingertips met her wet clit, the first touch being enough to have (Y/N) stumbling in her pace. 

"Harry, oh my god." 

That was all he needed to hear before he was circling her clit harder, the pads of his fingers unrelenting. "I've got y'sweet girl. Gonna cum for me?" 

"A-Are you?" 

"Want me to cum with you, sweetheart?" he choked out through gritted teeth. As much as playing with her clit was for her, the shocks felt through her body with the pulsing walls and squeezing thighs, that was for him. 

"Uh-huh," she moaned out, her fluffed hair in a mess, "In-Inside." 

It was his turn to let out a string of curses. With his free hand, Harry cuffed his hand around her neck, pulling her flush against his chest. Keeping true to her request, he pressed his lips to hers in a messy kiss; he was barely on center, teeth and tongues playing against one another. (Y/N)'s moans slipped through into his mouth, sweet and sugary. 

There was no way he wouldn't be able to follow through on her request. Not when she was asking him to cum inside her, where her walls pulled and squeezed around him. She was snug, unwilling to let go of him, even when it was only for a moment with the rolls of her hips. 

A frayed knot came to fruition in his stomach. It wasn't strong, but it was tight—the kind that would only crumble under pressure. And his pressure was calling his team in ecstasy, requesting him to cum inside of her with her wet pussy doing all the extra convincing. 

"I want you to finish first," he breathed against her mouth, "My bunny goes first." 

She wanted to smile, that much he could tell with the twitch of her lips, but there was too much on her mind to record the bubbling feeling over his teasing. Instead, a pinch formed between her brows, Harry's fingers over her clit doing that much more to draw her to the edge. 

It all happened so quickly. At one moment, she was fluttering her lashes closed with her lips parted, and the next she was pulling away from his kiss with her head thrown back to his shoulder. 

(Y/N) grew impossibly wet around him, her walls that much tighter. The pace of her hips dropped until she was making only shaky rolls, toes curling on either side of his thighs. A breathless moan fell from her lips, her kiss-swollen lips parted. 

All it took for Harry after feeling her pleasure and feeling the way every part of her body attempted to clung to him, was seeing the bunny-pink blush on her nose. Then he was summing. 

He felt the way his cock throbbed just before ropes of his cum spurted from his tip. He was buried deep inside her, his release painting across the ridges of her walls. (Y/N) could feel the warmth, the pressure, he could tell with the way she clenched around him, both inside and out. 

Keeping her flush to him, Harry wondered if they were in the same universe then. Were their heads filled with the same clouds? The thought had him holding her that much tighter. 

Coming back down to earth came faster for (Y/N), leaving her to start spreading kisses along the side of his face. 

"Harry," she murmured, breathless and tired, "Harry, I love you." 

A small smile curled his lips, his eyes still closed as she felt another aftershock rock his body. "I love you, too." 

His first act back on the material plane came in the form of turning her face to give her a proper kiss. The urgency had been drained from his body (literally), leaving him with only affection for his sweet girl. 

He slumped back against the couch cushion, keeping her with him as she went lax. 

"Can I stay here for a minute?" she murmured, her words holding a drawl. 

Harry spoke through his smile, "Few more minutes, sweetheart. Then we'll get ready for bed, ‘kay?" 

"'Kay," (Y/N) replied, though they both knew that he wasn't going to have the heart to make her get up until she was ready. 

Moving cautiously, Harry pulled the throw blanket draped over the back of the sofa. He wrapped it around (Y/N)'s nude body, covering her before the chill of the room could eat at the bliss in her system. 

Silence settled over them, Harry running a comforting circuit with his hand over her hip, the other hugging her around the waist. He closed his eyes when he swore he could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat—a grounding baseline. 

Yeah, there was no way he was moving from this spot unless forced to do so.

"Harry?" 

"Hm?" he hummed, pressing an absent kiss just to the side of her bunny ears. 

"So," she started, amusement beginning to echo in her tone, "Bunny?" 

Harry shook his head, biting back a smile as he held her that much tighter. "We're not getting into this tonight." 

(Y/N) only laughed. 

—————

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - implied non/con, extreme pet play, dehumanization, psychological/physical abuse, and unbalanced power dynamics.

commissioned piece. donate to palestinians in gaza here.

Sometimes, you really do think Suguru thinks of you as a pet.

It shouldn’t be as difficult to believe as it is. Of course you’d be less than human to him, less than equal to the god-like status he has among his followers. But, Suguru knows he’s not a god, and while you might not be the only person he claims to be superior to, you are the only one he keeps locked in a steel-barred dog crate padded only by thread-bare blankets and distant memories of what it felt like to sleep in a real bed. You’re special – albeit, not the kind of special you’d like to be. You can disregard most of his grandiose speeches about ‘complete non-sorcerer elimination’ and ‘killing off those worthless monkeys’ as the self-indulgent rambling of a deranged cult leader, but he doesn’t seem to be phoning it in when it comes to you.

He doesn’t talk to you. Communication occurs solely through blunt orders (come, sit, bark, etc.) or sweetened, syrupy baby-talk, cooed as his fingers card through your hair and pet down the length of your spine. You’re expected (something learned purely through trail and error, reward and punishment) to follow him around happily, to sit at his feet and clamber into his lap whenever his eyes find yours and he taps his thigh, that expectant smile already tugging at the corner of his lips. Depending on the day, you’re either coddled and adored like a beloved pet, allowed to walk on two legs rather than four and fed treats out of his open palm, or treated like a stray who’d wandered in off the street and refuses to leave. You do prefer the former to the latter, but it doesn’t really make that much of a difference, not if you’re being honest with yourself. Either way, you always seem to end up on your knees between his legs as he sits above you, a fist curled around your collar as he tells you to lick, puppy, lick.

Speaking of – you’re not allowed to wear clothes. You used to hate it, to steal his shirts and hide in closets, to do anything you could to salvage what little pride you had left, but it’s hard not to get used to something forced onto you so constantly. The only thing Suguru’s ever given you to wear is a simple, black, leather collar – studded with silver spikes and drawn tight enough to bite into your throat when he pulls on it, which he does often. You’re thankful he doesn’t make you wear those cutesy animal ear headbands or, god forbid, a tail, but not as thankful as you should be. As unbearable as it’d be, having him dress you up like a cat or a dog or some wide eyed, sexed-up rabbit would take the edge off. Like this, it’s harder to believe he thinks of you as an animal, as something cute and small and vulnerable that he can love and care for. It’s harder to deny that he knows you’re human – he just doesn’t see why that would ever mean you couldn’t also be his pet.

You think, when you’ve exhausted all other silver linings, that it’s (partially, at least) his excuse to keep you. You know what he does to people who aren’t like him, you’ve seen what he’s like at his worst, and you know that, if you weren’t his pet, you’d just be another non-sorcerer, another nuisance the world would be better off without. If you’re a pet, you can’t be a person, and if you’re not a person, it means he’s not going against his warped ideals when he pulls you close to his chest, when he ghosts his lips over the top of your head, when he fucks you so softly and so gently, you can almost believe he cares whether or not you enjoy it. Pets are supposed to be loved, and so he’s not doing anything wrong by loving you.

You know what would happen to you if you weren’t his pet, too, if he couldn’t make excuses for himself. You’ve seen how wide his smile can be when he comes home with blood on his clothes, how little effort it takes for him to hook his hands under your arms and carry you to his bed, already muttering about how perfect he’s going to make the world for his pretty, precious pet. You’re not allowed to leave his cramped apartment, but he talks about putting you on display for his acolytes as he ruts into you with an almost animalistic brutality, about showing all of those filthy, degenerative insects what a well-trained mutt looks like. You know that you should do more to fight back, that your humanity should be worth more to you than a few half-hearted escape attempts and the occasional pained whine, but you’ve seen see what he can do, heard about the dismembered bodies he leaves to rot in a ditch behind his temple, and—

And, no matter how much you hate him for it, no matter how much you hate yourself for it, it’s true.

When it comes down to it, you’d rather be his pet than be nothing at all.

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

thinking about treating scott like a princess ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ

he’d gripe and groan about how long it takes you to get ready, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom looking down at his watch ever so often as you sat on the counter finishing your makeup.

“the tornado won’t care if your eyeshadow or whatever looks perfect. can we go yet?”

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he’d chew his gum and impatiently cross his arms while he waited on you in the dressing room, nodding along as you talked about the fabric and fit of whatever you were trying on next, taking mental note to just give you his card and get the little fashion show at home next time.

“just buy them both, yeah? if we don’t leave soon they’ll lock us in here.” he’s a sassy man! of course if you called him that to his face he’d give you a mean look and make you call him sir before doing anything else. like that wouldn’t prove your point.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he treated you like a princess most of the time, and now it was his turn.

“come on, scotty just try it!” you pouted, holding out the face mask package matching the one currently on your face.

“fine, but this is a one time thing, alright? don’t try to make this a habit ‘cause its not gonna happen.” he rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bathroom counter, letting you get closer without leaning down so you could actually reach him, forcing you to stand on your tip-toes as you put it on him.

you knew the fluffy headband was a stretch but his hair getting in the way and irritating him made it easier to pull off, leaving you with an unamused pretty princess of a boyfriend, mostly interested in keeping you tame while making up for all the time he had to spend away from you.

[lowkeycasanova]

In exchange

ace x afab!reader

Plot: doing ace's skincare mixed in with some c0ckwarming

(idk how i feel about this)

slight smut

"Oh come on! Please!"

Following Ace into the bedroom, you give him a pouty look. He tries to ignore you but miserably fails.

"Why do you wanna do it so badly?" he sighed.

"I think it would be fun and a way for you to relax. Plus, you'll look extra handsome when I'm finished." You've been trying to get him to let you do some sort of skincare routine on him for the longest, especially since he really doesn't have one.

"And what do I get in exchange?" he cockily smirks at you, tilting his head to the side.

You shrug. "I don't know. What do you want?" He pauses as he thinks for a moment and then his grin widens and walks closer to you.

"I'll let you do it...if you let me put it in."

He lowers his voice on that last part, being cheeky.

Your lips slightly part upon hearing his proposal. Ace had become pretty fond of cockwarming recently and wanted to do it often. It doesn't always end up with sex. He just likes to be inside you, close and warm and you can never say no to that.

"Fine." you agreed.

He plops himself down on the edge of the bed. You join him after filling your hands with the essentials from the bathroom, setting it all down next to him. He grabs you by your waist, pulling you on top of him. When your crotch meets his, you can already feel how hard he is through his black shorts and he gives your ass a gentle smack.

"Got everything?" he asks.

"Yeah." you nod.

"Alright, you know what to do." he says, as if he was waiting for you to take the initiative. He smirks, so full of himself.

You reach down and move your underwear to the side as he tugs his hard cock from out of his pants and you take him by the base, guiding and slowly sinking down on him. His erection filling you up completely. You let out a satisfied moan and he bites his bottom lip, humming in content. He presses a kiss to your cheek before leaning back with his weight on his arms, allowing you to do whatever.

As you go through your products, his hands gently massage your bare thighs and ass, patiently waiting. Grabbing a headband, you put it over his forehead to keep his hair back. While putting the cleanser on, his eyes flutter shut and you take a second to notice how long his lashes are. So natural and honestly unfair. You try to focus on putting on the moisturizer under his eyes, but now you can't seem to ignore the urge to start grinding on him. The way he casually fills you up like this should be a crime.

When you lean closer to work on his eyebrows, you accidently buck your hips. A soft grunt escapes your lips at the friction you created.

"You okay?" he asks with an innocent smile but you know all too well he's being the biggest tease ever.

"Yeah," you breathe out, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. "I'm good."

"Cool." he smiles before closing his eyes again.

You manage to finish the routine without losing your self-control.

"Okay, I'm finished." you say, and the next moment, his eyes appear once more as you take the headband off and his hair falls in his face. He looks breathtaking. His skin is shiny, glowy, and just absolutely stunning. The hottest man ever if you didn't know that already.

"My face feels clean. How do you like it?" He simply asks.

You wanna say something, but have no idea what. Instead, you lean down and give him a hard kiss. That'll let him know your answer.

Forget self control. Immediately, you start rolling your hips, doing what you've been wanting to do for the past twenty minutes. Ace doesn't seem to be against it. His fingers grab a hold of your lower waist, urging you to keep going as your kisses get more heated.

"Fuck." you breathe out, laying your eyes on Ace. His eyes were glossy already and his chest heaved in an attempt to catch his breath for a moment.

"That feel good babe?" he pants, leaning in to kiss the crook of your neck.

"Yes, you feel so fucking good." you moan out, feeling your orgasm build up.

To add, he slightly lifts you up and starts to thrust up.

"Cum for me. Cum on the cock your riding so well."

His words plus the sound of skin slapping was pushing you towards to edge even more.

You grab ahold of the back of his neck before you smash your lips on his again and your release washes over you. His name rolls of your tongue over and over along with breathy groans. He follows a few moments later, gripping your ass with satisfaction as he comes inside you.

After slowing down, you remain on his lap as his cock softens inside. Caressing his cheeks, you admire his newly hydrated face and can't help but smile at how he looks.

That cocky grin returns. "Maybe I should let you do my skincare more often if it ends like this."

[loveesiren]

Champagne & Sunshine (Pt. 2)

JJ Maybank x Reader

Synopsis: Y/n's true colors show when it comes to protecting her sister.

Warnings: Language, alcohol, trauma, fighting, knife

Word Count: 3.5k+

Y/N's POV:

You stirred slightly as the sunlight hit your face. You cursed yourself for not closing your blinds last night. You felt JJ's strong arms wrap around you tightly.

"Morning, Barbie doll." He whispers into your hair.

"I don't want morning." You respond.

"Me either." He chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Y/N!" Marley yells, busting into your room.

"Ugh, Marley! What did I say about knocking?!"

Marley's expression softens when she sees JJ. "Hey, J!" She gushes.

"Hey, Mars. What's up?" JJ responds, propping himself up on his elbow as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

"Uhm, mom wants you guys to come down for breakfast."

"We'll be down in a minute, Mars. Fucking knock next time!" You scold as you throw your pillow at her her.

Marley leaves without another word. She was only a year and a half younger than you. She'd been crushing on JJ since the first night you brought him home. She acted much more civil when he was around.

"Ugh," You groan into your pillow.

"Let's not keep them waiting," JJ says, placing a kiss on the back of your head before hopping out of bed and going to your closet to find a shirt.

You pull yourself out of bed. You rub your eyes, grateful JJ had taken off your make up the night before.

"Lemme brush," JJ said, running to your bathroom and grabbing your hair brush. He took your hair out of it's ponytail and slowly ran the brush through your long locks, being careful not to pull your hair. He handed you your favorite leopard print headband so you could push your hair back before the two of you made your way downstairs.

"JJ, my man!" Your dad cooed, passing the joint he was smoking to JJ.

"Mr. Y/L/N, how've you been?" JJ says, dapping him up as he took a drag of the joint.

"Not bad, kid. How are you?"

"Never better!" JJ says, sitting beside you at the kitchen table.

Marley sat next to JJ as she drooled over him. He was the only thing that grabbed her attention away from her phone.

"Stop being a creep, Mars!" You hissed at your sister.

Your mom set a plate of bacon in front of you to add to the pancakes, eggs, fruit bowl, and waffles she had prepared.

"Jeez, how stoned are you guys at 9am?" You chuckle, taking the joint from JJ.

"Just enough to make breakfast for our family!" Your mom says gleefully as she sits next to your father.

"It looks fire, mom." You praise, passing the joint off to Marley.

You all fill your plates with food and dig in. "So what do you two have planned for the day?" Your father asks, motioning to you and JJ.

"John B wants to go fishing I think," JJ responds. "Then party at the Boneyard tonight? I think?"

You nod in agreement.

"I want to go!" Marley says.

"No, Mars!" You spit.

"Y/N, let your sister go with you." Your mom demands.

"Ugh," You groan.

"Of course you can come, Mars." JJ smiles at her.

You roll your eyes but go back to you food.

After breakfast, you head up to your room to get ready. "Will you do my make up, Y/N?" Marley asks as she follows you and JJ.

You sigh. You couldn't say no to your sister. Annoying as she was, you loved her. "Yeah, come on." You say, wrapping your arm around her neck and pulling her towards your bathroom.

JJ made himself comfortable in your bathtub and lit up a joint as you helped Marley with her make up. She smiled as you helped her match her make up to yours.

"There," You said as you finished gluing on a pair of false lashes to her eyeliner.

"Twinning!" JJ squeals, handing the joint to Marley.

You laughed, realizing Marley was practically a spitting image of you. You went to your closet to find some clothes. You pulled on a pair of black jean shorts and a red crop top to match Marley's purple one.

"Alright, let's go!" You said as you grabbed your purse. Marley and JJ followed you as you headed downstairs.

"Headed out?" Your dad asks from the couch.

"Yup! Be back later!" You said as you push JJ and Marley out the door.

"Make good choices!" You hear your dad say.

"Always!" You respond. You head to your car. JJ opens the passenger door for Marley. You sigh slightly, wishing JJ was sitting next to you. But sweet JJ Maybank was too much of a gentlemen to let your sister sit in the back seat.

You pulled into the Chateau to find everyone sitting outside. John B and Pope playing hackey sack while Kie and Sarah sat in the hammock.

You all pile out of the G-Wagon. "We fishin' or what?" JJ says as he approaches the boys. Everyone eyes you approaching with your sister. "Mars is joining us today."

They've all met Marley before. They've been to your house plenty of times. But it wasn't often that she joined you guys for your everyday adventures.

"Hey Marley!" Sarah says, getting up and hugging your little sister.

"Hey!" Marley says. You could tell she was shy but excited.

"Let's get this show on the road!" John B says, heading towards the Pogue.

Sarah takes your sisters hand and skips down the dock with her. JJ throws his arm around your neck, as he always does, leading you down to the boat.

You glance back at Kiara for just a moment, locking eyes. She was less than happy that you were here and even more bothered that your little sister was here as well. But she wasn't about to ruin everyone's good time.

You and Mars sat at the front of the boat, passing back and forth a blunt as you watched the boys fish.

"You really let your little sister smoke?" Kie judges you.

"Kie, it's a nice day out. You really wanna kill the vibe?" You ask, not bothering to look at her as you kept your head leaned back into the sun.

"I'm 17," Marley hisses. "I can take care of myself."

You chuckle at your sisters response.

"Should we head to the Boneyard?" Sarah asks, breaking the tension as usual. The sun was beginning to set and you knew the party would be popping off soon.

"Let's do it!" You say.

John B pulls the Pogue up to the Boneyard and docks it. You happily skip out, pulling Marley with you.

"Wait up!" You hear JJ say. He practically slams into you as you stop. "Hey," He smiles down at you.

"Hey," You respond, getting lost in his ocean eyes.

JJ just stares at you, speechless, a wide grin on his face.

Marley rolls her eyes and grabs both of your hands. "Come on, love birds, let's get a drink." She says as she pulls you towards the keg.

Once you all get your drinks, you stand around in a circle joking and laughing about the days events. JJ wraps his arms loosely around your waist and leans his head into your shoulder. You wrap an arm around his neck and run your fingers through his blonde locks. Sarah and John B clung to each other as usual. You notice Kie and Pope standing awkwardly close. Kiara eyed you and JJ while Pope stared at her, trying to suck her into a conversation.

"You smell so fucking good," JJ mumbles into your neck as he ran his fingers through the ends of your hair.

You could feel the liquid courage course through your veins and you gently bit his shoulder, sucking lightly as you tasted the salt on his skin. "Let's go for a walk," You suggest.

JJ chuckles and tightens his grip on your waist, quickly leading you towards the beach.

You both stand in the shallow waves, kicking water at each other. "Y/N," JJ says.

"Yeah?" You ask, calming down a bit at his serious tone.

"Uhm..." He begins. "We, uhmmm...we-"

"Kissed?" You smile, finishing his sentence.

He nods his head, looking down to hide his smile. "Yeah. Kissed."

You take a few steps closer to him. Pressing your breasts against his chest, you looked up at him. "We did indeed." You smile.

He bites his lip as he looks down at you, placing his hands firmly on your hips.

"Kiss me again, JJ." You whisper.

He wastes no time smashing his lips against yours. He brings one hand up to cup your cheek, pressing his other hand against the small of your back to pull you as close as possible.

You moan into the kiss as you tangle your fingers in his hair. His tongue slides across your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you gladly accept. The way his hands explore your body have you melting. He was so hungry for you and you wanted nothing more than for him to take you right there on the beach.

"Y/N! JJ!" John B's voice, once again, ruining the moment.

You both groan as you take a step back from each other.

"Sorry to ruin the moment but we have a problem." John B says as he approaches you. He turns and points to Marley, sitting uncomfortably close to Topper Thornton.

"What the fuck," You say as you storm off in her direction. JJ following close behind you.

"Mars, what are you doing?" You ask.

"Uh, having a beer?" She says, waving around her red solo cup.

"Why are you chillin' with them?" You scoff as you eye the Kooks sitting around her.

"Ah, Y/N! Join the party!" A drunk Rafe says, patting his thigh, inviting you to sit on him.

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Come on, Mars, we're going home." You say as you grab her wrist.

"No!" She says, pulling back from you. "I'm having a good time!"

"She's having a good time, Barbie! Why not join us?"

Rafe calling you Barbie made your stomach turn. When JJ said it, you melted, but Rafe's rapey eyes and seething smile just boiled the anger in the pit of your stomach.

"Fuck you, Cameron!" You spit. "Marley, we're leaving."

Rafe stood up and approached you. You looked up at him as he towered over you. You swallowed you fear as you kept your eyes locked on his.

Marley tried to stand up but Topper grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap.

"Let go of her, Topper!" You could hear Sarah yell.

You pushed Rafe back but he grabbed your wrists as soon as your hands met his chest. "You know you're too pretty to be hanging out with these fucking Pogues." He whispers.

"Let go of me, Rafe!" You scream.

Rafe threw you to the ground and before you knew it all hell breaks loose. JJ, John B, and Pope were all swinging on Rafe and Topper.

"Marley!" You yell as you watch her fall to the ground after being pushed aside by Topper.

Sarah was quick to grab her and drag her away from the chaos. "Come on!" You hear a familiar voice as she grabs your hand. Kiara pulls you away from the fight, leading you to where Sarah and Marley were.

You wrap your arms around Marley and hug her head to your chest. She was crying now. All you could do was watch the boys fight as you comforted your sister.

"JJ!" You screamed. Rafe had him on the ground and you felt the anxiety boil up inside you.

The last time you saw this scene, the love of your life ended up dead.

You passed Marley off to Kiara and Sarah before running full force at Rafe and tackling him to the ground, luckily catching him off guard. There's no way you could take him down otherwise.

You whipped out your butterfly knife and held it to his throat. Rafe's eyes went wide as you pressed the knife to his skin, his hands coming up in surrender.

"Y/N!" You heard JJ yell.

Your breathing was heavy as you stared Rafe in the eyes.

"Y/N, don't!" Marley screamed.

"Y/N, give me the knife." JJ's voice calmed you down as he rested a hand on your shoulder.

You kept your eyes locked on Rafe's as you tried to steady your breathing. You slowly handed the knife to JJ and allowed him to help you stand up.

"Hey, you're good!" JJ says, taking you face between his hands. "You're good."

You close your eyes and nod.

"Fucking bitch," Rafe mutters underneath you. You turn and kick him hard in the stomach.

"Alright, let's dip!" JJ says, leading you off towards the boat before you could do any more damage.

The party had died down immensely after the fight that had just broken out.

You all climbed into the boat and Marley wrapped her arms around you. "Are you okay?" She whispered.

JJ sat in front of you, concern written all over his face. He'd never seen the way you acted tonight.

You clung to Marley's arm as you tried to suppress the memory of Bandit's murder. The murder you'd forever blame yourself for.

"JJ's fine, he's right here." Marley reassured you, knowing all to well the thoughts running rapid in your head.

Everyone else in the van was confused. No one knew who Bandit was or why your bubbly personality was suddenly silent. Or why you had just nearly cut Rafe Cameron over a fight that happened at least twice a month.

Marley pushed you forward so you collapsed in JJ's lap. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him.

JJ's POV:

"What's going on?" I mouth to Marley as I hold on to Y/N, running my fingers through her fluffy extensions.

"Later," Mars mouths.

John B pulls up to the Chateau. I pick Y/N up and carry her inside. Marley follows as I bring her to the pullout couch I've been sleeping on. Y/N was asleep, thank God. I rested her head on a pillow and pulled a blanket over her, pressing a kiss to her temple before I walked away to talk to Marley.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked. The other Pogues were gathering around now, all curious to what made their sweet Calabasas angel turn demonic.

Marley backed away, intimidated by everyone approaching her. "Yo, back up!" I said, leading Marley slightly away from the others.

"She-Her last boyfriend..." Marley started. "They were at a party and...this guy went crazy. Being an asshole to all the women there. He pushed Y/N down...Bandit tried to stop it. The guy stabbed him to death. Y/N saw it all happen."

I squeezed my eyes shut. This was something Y/N never mentioned, and I can't blame her for that.

"Shit," Kiara said.

"Oh, now you care, Kie?!" I snapped. I didn't mean to but I couldn't help it.

"JJ, I didn't know-"

"None of us did! She's carrying around this fucking trauma but still manages to be the kindest fucking person we've ever met!"

Kiara stays silent.

I scoff and walk off. I lay down next to Y/N, pulling her body close to mine, tucking her head into my chest. Marley walks over and lays down on the other side of her sister.

"How can I help her?" I ask.

"You already do." Marley responds. "I've never seen her so happy."

"She never told me about Bandit." I said, running my fingers over her skin.

"She never tells anyone about him. When we moved here and she met you, she left our old life behind. She was Queen Bee at our old school and she was so depressed. She didn't have real friends. They just wanted to be her friend cuz of the money. And when she started dating Bandit, they all judged her. He wasn't popular like the rest of them."

"What was he like?" I asked. I couldn't help but feel insecure, knowing Y/N was inlove with someone before. Someone probably way better than me.

Marley chuckled. "He was like...this emo kid. All these piercing, played guitar, the darkness to Y/N's light. He really loved her though. He died saving her."

I bit back my tears. "I owe him a thank you."

Marley leans up and looks at me. "JJ, she'll always love Bandit, but that doesn't take away the love she has for you."

I look over at her with a puzzled look. "Come on, J," Marley chuckles. "She's been in love with you since she met you. She's just been...scared. That's what happens when you lose the person you never expected to."

I let her words resinate for a moment. Of course Y/N would always love Bandit. I'd never take that from her. But I will do everything in my power to make her know love still exists in this world. And that I'm never going anywhere.

Y/N's POV:

"Bandit?" You cock your head to the side as he approaches you.

"Hey, babe."

You run to him, wrapping him up in a hug. "B, I thought I'd never see you again!" You cry into his shoulder.

"I can't stay for long, pretty girl." He whispers into your hair. "I just wanted to tell you something."

"B..."

"Listen, baby." He says, pulling you back. "I'm dead. I miss you so much. And I know you miss me. But you are so vibrant and beautiful. Watching you thrive in life makes me so happy. I need you to keep living. Stop holding back. As much as I hate not being yours, I like this JJ kid. He really cares about you."

"Bandit, I'm so sorry..." You cry.

"Baby girl, it's not your fault."

"But I-I hit him..."

"He deserved it. He was about to stab you. I'll never regret preventing that."

"Ban-"

"Shhhh, Y/N. I died so you could live. Now go live. I love you."

He presses a kiss to your lips and you pull him closer, savoring every last moment before he disappears into your memory once again.

Your eyes flutter open. Your face was pressed against JJ's chest and you sighed happily, squeezing your arm around him tighter. Bandit visited you last night and gave you his permission to move forward. You felt at peace waking up in JJ's arms.

"JJ?" You mutter against his skin.

"Yes, Princess?" He asks softly. You melt at his words.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, nuzzling closer to him.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Cuz I was mean last night."

"You weren't mean,"

"I hurt Rafe."

"Rafe's a dick. He deserved it."

"But I don't want to hurt people. Last time I hurt people..."

"Shhh," JJ said. "You didn't hurt anyone, baby."

You bit back tears. "Where's Marley?"

"She's outside with everyone. I think she ordered McDonald's."

You chuckle. "Sounds like Mars." JJ helps you off the pull out couch and leads you outside. Everyone's eyes turn to you and you sigh, knowing Marley told them everything."

"Y/N! I got your favorite!" Marley says, holding up a McDonalds bag.

You laugh and stumble over to her. "Thanks, Mars." You say as you lean against her.

"You okay?" Kiara asks.

You look up at her as you nibble on your fries. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks." You say bitterly. You didn't mean for it to sound that way but you also weren't in the mood for small talk. "Mars, can I speak to you in private please?" You ask, standing up and pulling her towards the dock.

"What the hell were you doing with Topper last night?" You ask once you'd made it far enough away from the others.

"I don't know! You were off with JJ, Sarah and John B were all over each other. Kie and Pope are fucking weird. Topper came up to me and offered me a beer so I sat with them."

"They are assholes, Mars."

"Yeah, I gathered that." She says with an attitude. "A-are you okay?" She asks. "You almost lost it last night..."

"Did you tell them? About Bandit?"

Marley looks down, avoiding your gaze. "They were really worried, Y/N."

"Doesn't give you the right to bring up his name."

"Y/N, you can't just avoid it forever. It's been three years. If you don't face it you'll never be able to-"

"Shut up, Mars!" You were sick of hearing it. You liked keeping Bandit to yourself. He was yours. Forever. Other people didn't need to know your business. You wanted to leave the trauma of Calabasas behind you and start fresh here. But now your old life was surfacing.

"You can't just move away and act like it never happened!" She yelled back at you. "It happened, Y/N! He's dead! You have to let people help you! You have to move on!"

You ran your fingers through your hair. "I don't need help!" You screamed, loud enough for the others to hear. You clung to the sleeves of JJ's oversized flannel. The one he wrapped you up in during the night. His scent being the only thing keeping you from from absolutely losing it. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. "I-I am...moving on. I just, I wasn't really ready for that information to be out in the open."

Marley nods. "I get that. I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to explain why you went nuts on Rafe."

"It's fine, Mars."

"You guys okay?" JJ asks as he walks towards you and Marley.

"I'll be in the car...mom and dad want us home soon." Marley says, smiling at JJ and heading back towards the G-Wagon.

"Hey, yeah...I'm okay." You smile sadly, leaning into JJ's arms. "I just, uhm...there's some stuff I'm just not ready to talk about yet."

"I understand," JJ says, running his fingers down the length of your spine. "I'm always here for you, you know that, right?"

You pull back and look up at him. "Yeah, I do. Thank you." You smile. "I'm gonna go home and rest a bit. I think I'm a little hungover." JJ looks slightly sad but he nods, knowing you needed some time. "I'll text you later, yeah?" You say, fiddling with your hair as you back away.

"Yeah, yeah sounds good, sweetheart." JJ smiles at you.

You take one last look at him before turning around and heading towards the car. "Bye guys!" You say to everyone as you pass.

You climb into the car, offering a small smile to Marley before you flip on one of your CD's. Yo blasted Bandit's favorite song as you headed home. Smiling instead of crying for the first time in years.

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[bahrtofane]

soapy oh soapy

jude looses his lucky charm and looses his mind in the process

word count - 1.5K+

watch it - HAPPY ARPIL FOOLS. the most unserious fic to date ( jk theres one more coming )

p.s. -big shout out to my friends @aloejuicebr for fueling this madness u guys are real ones and even bigger shout to plooki @yayam26 for making soapy missing poster

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You end up forcing jude to do skin care with you after begging him for weeks because you just know you can work your magic and make him feel the best he’s ever felt. All you need is a night in. And time. Lots of time 

After some persuasion and begging, pouty lips and puppy eyes, he gives in. 

“Fine.” is all he says while you’re in his living room, legs over his watching a movie that you've long ignored in favor of bothering him. 

But you’re already giggling. Picking out a headband you want him to wear in your head. Pink care bear one it is. The night comes on a rainy day, he has a rare day off the next morning, so you want him to start it on a good note. 

You’re getting ready for bed, in your pjs, jumping about while you get your little baggie full of goodies out. 

“Here,” you hand him the headband,” put this on” pink care bear one just like you envisioned. 

He takes it, feeling the soft material while he hums, “what’s this for?”

“Keeps things out of your hair.” you smile, dragging him to his bathroom. You take about a hundred pictures, and he poses for you for each one. Giggling while you coach him into poses. You think you'll send a few to Jobe for good measure. 

You face the sink and think of a game plan. Eyeing the counter  

It’s here you first lay eyes on soapy. 

“Jude what the hell is that? "You grimace, looking at what looks like a dry stump of white something, sitting on its own little ceramic dish. 

Jude looks away, scratching the back of his neck, mumbling something under his breath. 

You swing your little kit on the sink counter, setting a hand on your hip,”what was that?” 

He sighs dramatically, putting his face in his hands,”it’s my good luck charm. soapy,” he wails. 

You snort, patting his back, “I'm sure he’s very uh lucky,” you give it a small pat. 

“No he is,” Jude brings his head up to face you, “ I know it. I've had him since before dortmund. “ he nods proudly. 

You grimace,”you’ve had a piece of soap for years?”

He only nods harder. 

“Okay jude. Whatever you say. “ 

“I am not getting rid of him,” he points a finger in your face. One that you gently move, pulling his hand into your own. 

“I didn't say get rid of him. Let’s get your skincare started, yeah?”

He nods, following you through the steps like a lost puppy. leaning down while you help him apply the creams and foams just right 

When it’s all set and done, he wiggles into bed happy as can be. Sighing deeply, “that was actually really nice. Thank you. “ 

peck! right on your nose. 

you laugh, “told you it would be nice. “ 

your next plan is to find a way to deal with soapy…

——-

Jude loses soapy. It becomes a whole fiasco. He can’t find him in the usual small little pocket in his duffel bag in the usual ziplock baggie. 

He’s frantic at his hotel, tearing his things apart, looking and relooking at the bottom of his suitcase. His jacket pockets, his pants pockets. 

He tries to think. Did he leave him in his bathroom? No. Can't be it. He remembers putting him inside the familiar zip lock baggie while getting the rest of his things ready. Where in the world did he go. 

His soapy. His poor soapy! How is he supposed to live in these conditions. He’s never. ever missed a single game without soapy. What is he supposed to do now? Loose?? There goes his good luck down the drain. Years of good performance is about to take a nosedive. 

When he’s set to do his routine face time with you pre game, you pick up on his sour mood. But he only brushes it off, blaming it on pre game nerves 

You don’t believe him, but don’t want to press

Jude pends 20 minutes locked inside the bathroom, head in his hands while he scolds himself. It’s a bar of soap he wants to scream, pull yourself together. But he can’t. Soapy has become more than just a silly little joke. He’s become attached to soapy, a part of his routine. He’d rather die than admit it out loud to anyone 

For now he sighs, smoothing his jersey down and getting ready to get on the pitch. 

——-

The only thing that’s been in his mind is getting back home and getting to the bottom of the mystery. Unfortunately for him, soapy is nowhere to be found in the bathroom. Not in the living room. The kitchen. The hallway. He thinks of hiring a cleaning team, but what is he supposed to say ? 

Oh hey guys clean my house and also be on the lookout for a dried out stick of white that looks like a finger haha. 

No. Absolutely not. 

He takes to his own devices and begins to tear apart his house in a desperate search for his beloved soapy. He spends the whole day on his hands and knees looking under places he didn’t even know his house had to begin with, squeezing under and into spaces he’s sure gonna regret tomorrow. 

It’s already dark out when he calls it quits. Nothing but a few bruises to show for it. 

He’s really lost him huh. 

——-

His behavior is soon picked up by teammates, coaches and staff. The usual cheery youthful Jude is replaced by a damp sluggish cranky one.

He’s silent at training, chewing the inside of his cheek while going through the familiar motions of each drill. 

Eduardo comes to him after they hit the showers, squeaky clean and ready to go home. 

“You good?”

Jude gives him a bashful nod, “yeah man. just a little worn out, don't worry.”

He gets a clap on the shoulder in response, and gives a tight lipped smile back. He’s gotta figure this out or it will start to affect more than just his mood. How stupid of him to let an old slice of a soap bar affect him so much. 

A little piece of him can guess why. Soapy is one of the very few stable things in his life. And perhaps the only stable physical thing. something to count on. Something to be able to rely on. Unchanging. 

But now that he’s gone and lost it ? jeez. 

——-

You show up to his house on a cloudy day, his favorite snacks under your arm. He greets you with a kiss, but you see the way his eyes droop and sag. What's wrong with your golden boy? 

He leads you to the living room where you make yourself at home. Plopping down on the couch and handing him his things. 

He takes them gingerly, setting them on the kitchen counter while he takes a seat across from you 

you frown, “Jude. What's wrong? “

He looks away, playing with his hands, knee bouncing. Okay what is going on that’s gotten him so worked up

“Baby…” you try, scooting closer to him. 

He screws his eyes shut, bawling his hands into fists, “I lost soapy,” 

oh. 

Your gaze softens, “You lost him? When?”

He sighs, cracking an eye open, when he sees you aren’t making fun of him he opens both, relaxing. 

“I don't know. when we played villareal away I couldn’t find him. Then i got back and tore this place up and still no luck.” arms falling into his lap. 

You place a hand on his knee. Gentle. Soft. 

“He couldn't have gotten far. I'm sure he’s somewhere obvious. “ 

“I guess,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch. 

You smile, letting him lean against you. He's so cute when he pouts. You like babying him anyway. The rest of the day is spent with his head in your lap while you press occasional kisses to his face, letting keeping up with the kardashians play in the background. 

When it’s time for you to leave, Jude whines, pouting and asking you to stay just a little more.

“It's already late jude, I would if I could you know that. “

He huffs, “I guess. “ 

You forgot about your bags laying on the kitchen counter, might as well put them away before you go. 

Jude gets up to help, sliding against the hardwood and meeting you in the kitchen

He grabs a chair from the island in the middle, bringing it to him and a little baggie falls from it. Is that what he thinks it is ? He picks it up faster than you can turn around and almost screams. He could cry tears of joy 

It’s soapy. 

You were right. It was right in front of him all along 

He holds up the bar for you to see and you smile, “see. told you. “

He nods, “yes you did,” kissing your lips as a thank you 

You hum, patting his head when you pull apart, “glad you found soapy.” 

Maybe soapy isn’t so bad after all. 

[httpsdana]

Hi how are you, please can you do something with Pau Cubarsi and just something super sweet and fluffy x

Blush and Bliss~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

It’s a Friday night, and y/n finally convinced Pau to do a self-care evening with her. He was hesitant at first, but with after a little pleading and a playful pout, he caved, laughing as he said, “Alright, princesa, whatever you want.”

She set up everything in the bathroom, laying out face masks, lip masks, and even some under-eye patches. Pau looks at it all with wide eyes, a bit overwhelmed. “Are we really putting all of this on my face?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, and you’ll love it!” she insisted holding up a fluffy headband. “Now sit down, handsome. This is going to be so relaxing.”

He chuckles, sitting on the edge of the tub. “If you say so. But only because my princesa wants to pamper me.” He lets her put the headband on, holding back a laugh as she adjusts it to keep his hair out of his face.

"you look so cute" she pinched his cheeks, making him roll his eyes playfully, opposite to the blush that found its way on his cheeks

She started by applying a hydrating face mask to his skin, and Pau sits still for about ten seconds before leaning in, trying to steal a kiss. “Ah-ah,” she denies, pushing him back gently. “We can’t mess up the mask, Pau! Give it a few minutes.”

He pouts, feigning offense. “You’re so cruel,” he teases. “How am I supposed to sit here with you looking so cute and not kiss you?”

y/n laughs slightly, rolling her eyes. “You’ll survive. Let me just finish applying the mask.” Once it’s on, she grabs two pink lip masks, handing one to him. “Okay, now this one goes on your lips.”

Pau examines the lip mask with curiosity. “It’s… pink,” he says, chuckling. “Are you sure this is going to make me look good?”

“Of course!” she grins, peeling the backing off and helping him place it on his lips. “You’re going to be the most radiant man in Barcelona.”

He tries to speak but remembers the mask and just gives her an exaggerated thumbs-up, making her giggle. Then she puts on her own lip mask, sitting down beside him.

y/n sits there, scrolling through her phone, showing him funny memes and videos, and he’s trying to laugh without moving the mask. But after a few minutes, he scoots closer, eyes twinkling with mischief. She narrows her eyes at him. “Pau… don’t even think about it.” she mumbled under the mask

He feigns innocence, his eyes wide. “Think about what, cariño?” he said, his mask slipping a bit.

She gives him a playful glare. “You know what. No sneaking kisses. We need these to stay put.”

He pouts again, mumbling through the mask, “You’re so mean.” Then he adds in a dramatic tone, “I’m suffering, and you don’t even care. I just want one little kiss.”

“Patience,” she giggles. “Good things come to those who wait.” She pats his cheek, and he sighs, pretending to be heartbroken.

Eventually, the time is up, and y/n gently peels off the lip and face masks. Pau watches her carefully, his green eyes watching intensely every detail of her face as she gently helped him remove the masks.

He eagerly waited for her to finish so he can finally close the distance between them. y/n leaned in to inspect his face, admiring how soft his skin looks.

“There,” she say with a satisfied smile, running a finger along his jaw. “You look radiant, Pau. How do you feel?”

He grins, reaching up to touch his cheeks. “Like I’m glowing. Guess my princesa knows what she’s doing.”

She's about to respond when he suddenly grabs the back of her neck and pulls her close pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. y/n laughs against him, feeling the warmth of his hands and the giddy happiness bubbling up in her chest. He pulls back with a mischievous grin. “Finally!” he says. “You have no idea how hard that was.”

She giggles, resting her forehead against his. “You survived. And now you’re all soft and pampered.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed with the results. “I hate to admit it, but you might be onto something with this self-care thing.”

“See?” she said in a teasing tone. “Next time, you won’t even need convincing.”

“Next time?” he laughs, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap. “Only if it means I get more time like this with you.” He brushes his nose against hers, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. “And maybe a few more of those kisses.”

She smiles, brushing a thumb over his bottom lip. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Pau. Otherwise, I’d make you wait even longer.”

“Oh, so I’m cute now?” he teases, his eyes gleaming with mischief, although his cheeks had turned into the darkest shade of red. “You didn’t seem to think I was cute when you were pushing me away earlier.”

y/n laughs at his words playfully rolling her eyes. “Yes, yes, you’re adorable. But let’s go finish our self-care night with some popcorn and a movie. I promise no more masks, just you, me, and maybe a blanket fort.”

He lights up at the idea, taking her hand and tugging you toward the living room. “That,” he says, squeezing her hand, “sounds perfect. As long as I get to hold my princesa the whole time.”

The two of them end the night snuggled up in a cozy blanket fort, laughing, sharing popcorn, and stealing plenty of kisses—face masks no longer in the way.

[nameless-jamie]

Perfectly Blended

A Jamie Tartt x reader Short Story

Masterlist

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem! make-up artist reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scene/language, kissing

A/N: This ff is inspired by the idea/request of @shadowyhologramlady thank you so much! Please give her a follow if you like!

AFC Richmond’s training ground wasn’t exactly the kind of place one expects to see an array of makeup brushes and highlighters laid out like surgical tools. But here she was, Y/N Y/L/N, leaning against a counter in the locker room, organizing her kit while waiting for Keeley to finish her meeting with Rebecca.

It all started rather fast. Y/N certainly didn't expect to get a call from Keeley Jones at midnight six months ago, tipsy off rosé, begging her to help out with AFC Richmond’s media team because “footballers need good skin too, babe. For their interviews and sponsorships.”

Y/N's actual main job was being a freelance makeup artist, working with models, influencers, and even the occasional musician. But suddenly her best friend Keeley hooked her up with this job. Ever since Keeley convinced Rebecca to let her run the club’s marketing, Y/N’d been roped into working part-time (recently more like full-time) at Richmond, mostly for media days and promotional shoots.

So, Y/N's new daily job was standing in the club’s locker room, arranging her makeup kit on the counter, and waiting for the players to get ready for their touch-ups before interviews.

All while Jamie Tartt—actual Premier League star, occasional pain in the ass, and her best friend’s biggest headache—watched her like she was performing some magic trick.

“Oi, what’s all this then?” Jamie said while touching a beauty blender that was laid out on the table.

Y/N glanced up at Jamie, who was dripping with post-training sweat, hair pushed back with his signature headband. He smelled like overpriced cologne and whatever soap they used in the showers, and despite how ridiculous it was, the combination made her brain short-circuit for half a second.

“It’s called makeup, Jamie,” she teased, holding up a brush. “Surely you’ve heard of it.”

“Oh, I know what makeup is. My mum watches Love Island, innit?” He smirked, crossing his arms as he eyed the foundations and powders spread out before them.

"That's... lovely Jamie."

“So, you’re tellin’ me they actually pay you to do this?” Jamie asked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

Without looking up again, Y/N sighed. “No, Jamie, I break into the training ground every week just for fun.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Wouldn’t be surprised. Bet you love bein’ around me.”

She finally glanced up, raising a brow. “Yeah, Jamie. I keep doing footballers' makeup so I can powder your pretty little nose all day.”

“See? Knew it.”

She rolled her eyes, but the truth was, she had known Jamie for a while now. And they've had this flirty tension ever since they met.

You see, they know each other through Keeley. Y/N and Keeley had been inseparable since their early days in the industry—back when Keeley was a model and Y/N was just starting out as a makeup artist. Their friendship had landed Y/N some of her first big gigs, and eventually, when Keeley transitioned into PR, she had this idea and pulled Y/N along for the ride.

That was how she officially ended up working part-time at AFC Richmond, doing touch-ups for media days, promotional shoots, and the occasional interview. And that was also how she ended up crossing paths with Jamie Tartt.

Jamie, who had been Keeley’s ex. Jamie, who had a reputation for being both unbearably cocky and stupidly attractive. Jamie, who flirted with her in a way that was definitely not friendly, despite Keeley’s constant eye-rolls and smirks whenever she caught them talking. "God, just fuck and get it over with." Keeley's words.

There was something about him—something infuriatingly charming, something Y/N refused to acknowledge as attraction, even though she knew deep down that was exactly what it was.

Jamie liked to push.

And she liked pushing right back.

Which was why it was so easy to smirk at him now and say, “Are you just here to annoy me, or did you actually need something?”

Jamie shrugged. “Bit of both.”

She sighed dramatically, turning back to her kit. “Alright, well, unless you need concealer for those eye bags—”

“Oi! I don’t have eye bags.”

She smirked. “—or maybe some setting powder for that sweaty forehead of yours—”

“Not sweaty, I’m glistening.”

“—then I’m busy.”

Jamie chuckled, stepping closer. “Alright, fine. Maybe I was thinkin’… you ever need a model for that little makeup account of yours, I could do it.”

That actually made her pause. “You? Model for me? On my Instagram?”

“Yeah,” Jamie said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “I reckon I’d look dead fit with a bit of contour.”

She snorted. “You already think you look dead fit, Tartt.”

“Yeah, but now imagine it with highlight. Drop dead gorgeous.”

She eyed him suspiciously, trying to gauge whether or not he was joking. But no—he was giving her that smug, lopsided grin, dimples out in full force, because he knew exactly what he was doing.

And the worst part? It was working.

“…Fine,” she relented, pointing a brush at him. “But if I do this, you have to sit still and actually listen to me.”

Jamie pressed a hand to his chest. “Swear on me mum’s life.”

She rolled her eyes but gestured for him to sit.

He dropped into the chair, looking way too pleased with himself as she stood in between his legs and pumped a little foundation onto the back of her hand.

“You better not make me look like a dickhead, love.”

“No promises,” she muttered, dabbing the sponge onto his face.

The second it touched his cheek, Jamie flinched.

“Jesus Christ, that’s cold!”

She snorted. “Oh, suck it up, you get tackled for a living.”

Jamie huffed but let her continue, even as his skin warmed under her touch. His lashes were stupidly long up close, and he kept watching her with that same smug glint in his eye.

“This your favorite part?” Jamie mused.

She didn’t look up. “What, applying foundation?”

“Nah,” he said, smirking. “Touchin’ my face.”

She paused just long enough for his grin to widen.

“Oh my God,” she muttered. “You are so full of yourself.”

Jamie leaned back slightly, still grinning. “Yeah, but you usually love it.”

She ignored him and grabbed a brow gel, brushing up his eyebrows.

“That shit feels weird.”

“Looks good, though.”

Jamie waggled his brows. “Look at you givin' me compliments now. Told you I’d be a good model.”

"I mean you are a handsome man, don't see why you wouldn't be a good model." She mumbled fully concentrated.

"I mean, I personally think you're fuckin' fit—"

"Shhhh." She shushed him by applying some chapstick before he could say something that would make her go fucking feral for him.

Jamie gave her a knowing smirk, making her laugh. “Am I bein' good so far? Behavin'?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, picking up a soft bronzer. “Okay, now let’s give you some definition.”

His smirk deepened. “Thought you said I already had too much definition.”

“Okay, first of all—” You pointed at him with the brush. “You should not be that smug about having cheekbones.”

“Can’t help it, babe. Genetics, innit?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you dusted bronzer along his jaw. “Second of all, if you interrupt me again, I’m putting glitter on you.”

Jamie gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “You wouldn’t.”

You held up a shimmery highlighter. “Try me.”

He eyed it warily before sitting up straighter. “Right, sorry I’ll be good.”

Once she was done, she stepped back to admire her work.

“There. You look ridiculously good, Jamie.”

Nah, you have to realize he looked good before, but now...fuck.

Jamie turned to the mirror, tilting his head like he was properly analyzing himself. “Not bad,” he admitted, rubbing a thumb along his jaw—before she swatted his hand away.

“Do not mess it up, I still need pictures.”

Jamie sighed dramatically. “Right, right. The things I do for the arts.”

She grabbed her phone, snapping a few shots as he posed like a model—one hand under his chin, then a serious smolder, then holding a football like he was starring in some Vogue athlete feature. She couldn’t stop laughing, especially when he gave her the full Zoolander pose.

Eventually, after the last photo, Jamie leaned back in his chair and gave her a look—one that was softer than before, a little more genuine. She was still standing in between his legs admiring the photos she took of him.

“You’re actually really good at this, y’know.”

She blinked, momentarily thrown. “Thanks, Jamie.”

He tilted his head. “How come you don’t do, like… big celebrities and that, anymore?”

She shrugged. “I do, sometimes. But I like working with people I know. Plus, the football stuff is fun and Keeley keeps me busy and well-paid here.”

Jamie hummed, then suddenly said, “Bet you’d be dead fit with a bit of blush.”

She frowned. “I am wearing blush, Jamie.”

He smirked. “Yeah, but I mean, like… if I put it on you. Let me try.”

Before she could respond, Jamie grabbed the blush brush from her kit, twirling it between his fingers.

“C’mon,” he said, tilting his head. “Fair’s fair.”

She crossed her arms. “Do you even know how to use that?”

Jamie shrugged. “How hard can it be?”

She sighed but let him dust the blush across her cheek. His fingers brushed her skin lightly as he blended it in—careful, gentle. The teasing was still there, but the air between them shifted.

Jamie wasn’t just playing around anymore.

She could feel it in the way he was watching her.

The brush faltered, then slowly dropped.

Y/N shook her head, trying not to heat up too much under his gaze. “Well, thanks for letting me use your face.”

“I'd let you use my face anytime,” he said easily while giving her his signature smirk. Neither of them were moving.

Y/N glanced up. “Oh really?” At this point, she was indulging him.

She could still feel the warmth of his fingertips lingering against her skin. His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips—quick, instinctive.

Her breath hitched.

Jamie exhaled slowly. “Yeah.”

She wasn’t sure who leaned in first.

Maybe it was him. Maybe it was her.

Maybe it had been a long time coming.

But before she could overthink it, before she could talk herself out of it—Jamie’s lips brushed against hers, sending a spark down her spine.

She didn’t pull away.

Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of his training jersey, tugging him closer as he kissed her—soft, but firm, like he’d been waiting for this just as much as she had.

His hand came up to her jaw, the same one that had been holding the brush just moments ago, now tilting her face just right as he deepened the kiss. He tasted faintly of mint gum and something sweet, something him, and it was dizzying how easily she melted into it.

Jamie smirked against her lips. “Told you you’d look good with blush.”

She huffed a laugh. “Shut up.”

And then she kissed him again.

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The Cursed Warlords - Chapter #Fourteen – Headbands

After a restful night of sleep you did not expect to have a chaotic day ahead of you. But really, you weren’t sure why you were surprised at this point.

“Reader, hey Reader it’s time to wake up,” Spirit said as she tried to shake you awake.

Letting out a groan you swatted her hand away, and cuddled with the two cubs more. You didn’t notice the way they smugly smirked at Spirit nor did you get to see the insulted face she made when they did so. She growled at them and they hissed back causing you to slowly open your eyes.

You groaned as you sat up, your hair sticking out in almost every direction as you yawned. The cubs both looked at you and held back snickers while Spirit let out a chuckle without hesitation. “What’s wrong?” You grumbled.

“Nothing, nothing,” Spirit laughed as she reached up to start combing through your messy bed head.

Wukong hissed as she got too close to him and swatted at her wrist. In response she flicked him in the head, a smirk spread across her face. This pissed of Macaque who tried to bite her only to also get flicked as she went back to combing through your hair.

“Don’t be mean to them, they didn’t do nothin wrong,” You say as you let out a loud yawn, exhaustion filled your body as you stretched out your arms. The bed was so comfortable but you were still just so tired.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the tiny growls the cubs let out as they growled at Spirit, and she growled back. It was so cute! You couldn’t help the laughter!

“Let’s get you ready and then we can head out,” Spirit said as she continued to comb out through her hair.

“Head out? Are you sure we can’t stay another day? You keep fighting battle after battle and you need good rest,” You spoke up, worried for your friend.

Spirit’s hands stopped in your hair at your words, a look of shock covering her face. She knew how much you wanted to get home and she knew staying wasn’t going to get them any closer to finding a way to send you home. Yet you looked so genuine when you asked to stay.

“Why would we stay longer than we need to. There is no reason to stay,” Spirit said as she pulled your hair back, pulling more than you normally would.

“Because-“ you were cut off as Su entered the room with two baskets, her eyes lit with excitement.

One of the baskets was large and filled to the brim with food. Both Peaches and Plums jumped up to attention looking at the food in her hands. They wanted the food, they very much wanted the food. Their stomachs growled as they looked up at you before back at the food. Quickly they ran up to her and jumped for the basked, which was almost painfully easily moved out of the way.

“I got food!” Su grinned as she hopped over, offending both small monkeys as she handed you the basket.

You accepted the basket and looked down at the food. It was mostly fruits and vegetables and what looked like a few nuts too. Picking up a piece you sniffed it getting a chuckle from Su and an eye roll from Spirit. Then Spirit took the fruit from your hand sniffed it and took a small bite.

“It’s safe,” she nodded in approval.

“Of course it’s safe! I mean seriously if I wanted to kill you I would have done so already,” Su grumbled as she spun around and sat on a pillow taking the second basket with her. That’s when you saw her take out a sewing needle and grabbed a large piece of fabric that was hanging on the wall.

“Embroidery?” You asked curiously however the word didn’t seem to translate as both women looked at you in confusion.

Everyone looked at you confused, even the cubs who narrowed their eyes at the word. They didn’t know what you said, why did that send a wave of worry through them? They shouldn’t care. No there was a good reason to care! They needed you to survive until they broke the curse. That was surely it, there was no other plausible reason.

It’s not like they cared for you… well maybe you did give good head scratches and you were getting better at grooming. Not to mention even now you were cutting up their fruit and making sure they were fed first. It’s not like they could feel their hearts light up with that oh so familiar warm feeling any time you smiled or gave them kisses. No! You were just there ride… or maybe… just maybe you were someone that they could spare after the curse is broken. A favor for a favor perhaps.

“What?” You asked as you held out the now sliced fruit out for the cubs who eagerly took the food and munched on it as they thought about what to do with you.

“Is mandarin your native language?” Spirit finally spoke up which only further confused you, what was she talking about? You didn’t know mandarin.

“No… I don’t even know that language,” You responded in confusion, your head tilting to the side in confusion.

“You know what… I’m not even going to question it at this point,” Spirit grumbled as she shook her head, not in the mood for a headache of confusing answers to the questions that were swirling around her head.

You weren’t even able to ask what she meant when Plums slapped your hand, his own sticky fingers no longer holding fruit. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you handed him some more, which was eagerly taken from you and devoured. His little pout vanishing into a satisfied grin as he gobbled up the food you offered him. Spirit and Su were busy thinking about the odd shift in your language that they didn’t even notice how his ears fluttered for just a moment.

You beamed when you saw it, the soft glow they emitted was ADORABLE! He was just the cutest little monkey you had ever seen. Of course Peaches seemed to sense that and suddenly growled, he snapped his teeth at you but the grumpy look vanished as you handed him food. He was quick to also devour the food, which had been cut to the perfect size for him to hold without struggle. Oh you were just the best! He was so busy eating that he didn’t even realize what he thought.

“… Would you mind I try?” You asked curiously, eyes wide as you looked at Su with almost puppy eyes.

“Try what? Oh the embroidery? Sure, I’ve got some scrap fabric in here that you could use,” Su nodded as she picked up a purple piece of fabric from her basket. Along with some thread that she handed you.

*Chirp* *Chirp*

You giggled as the two monkeys looked at your work curiously. It didn’t take long before they grew bored and hopped away from you, satisfied with their meal they decided to take a nap. Curling up together they looked adorable as you noticed both of them close their eyes and fall asleep.

You could tell that Spirit was glaring at you from the feel of her stare. You were unbothered as you wiped off your hands and took the fabric, along with a needle that Su quickly produced. In your spot on the blanket covered floor you began to make a few leaves in the fabric. You noticed Spirit looking over your shoulder, her annoyed expression turning softer and more curious now. You had to hold back your smile as she glanced at Su.

Su noticed her interest almost immediately, without a word she offered a more peach toned fabric. Spirit looked at it and the offered needle and with a fake pout she took it and looked at your work. Green leaves looked easy enough to make… it was NOT as easy as it looked. The simple design she was going for was harder to make than she though.

You had already switched to another color, orange which was used to embroider flowers along with the leaves and slightly stem designs. You smiled as you glanced over at Spirit who struggled to finish the leaves on her headband. By the time you had switched to your third color for your design (pink) she had switched to her second color. You could hear her cursing under her breath, but her movements didn’t slow down or falter as she worked.

Picking out a yellow thread from the basket that Su so graciously shared you began to embroider a yellow flower in the center of the piece. It didn’t look like it was enough though. Looking at the headband that you had embroidered you frowned.

“Only needs a pearl now,” Su spoke up with a smile, and you looked up curious.

“A pearl?” You asked in confusion.

“It would make it look perfect! I could give you one, of course a real pearl would come at a cost… but if you don’t have the funds I could give you a fake pearl,” Su responded a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Before you could answer, Spirit spoke up, “We are NOT paying for that.”

Su chuckled as she raised her hands innocently. Standing up she walked off to somewhere else within the cottage, leaving the room through the blanket covered doorway. She returned holding a box in her hands. It was filled to the brim with pearls, and from her words earlier you knew they were fake pearls. Not that it bothered you. After all she was gifting you this supplies.

“Thank you,” You muttered as she showed you how to gently poke a hole through the pearl, so you could apply it to the headband.

She helped Spirit too, the design on that headband far simpler than the one you made. Not that you were judging the stitching might have been sloppy but you could tell she had never done it before. For a first time she didn’t do that badly. Plus… you could see the proud grin on her face as she showed you, she looked like a little kid waiting for praise.

“It looks beautiful. I love the simple design too,” you beamed with a wide grin.

She held it out to you and you realized she was trying to give it to you. Your eyes widened when you realized she was trying to give you a GIFT. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and grew darker the longer you stared.

“You can’t give it to her yet hun, you’re still missing something,” Su spoke up before you could grab the gift.

“Missing something?” Spirit responded with a light growl.

“Your initials, to show each other that you will always be with each other of course,” Su responded with a cheerful grin.

“That sounds dumb,” Spirit grumbled as she rolled her eyes, but as you grinned so cheerfully and began stitching your own initial into the fabric for the purple headband she couldn’t help but smile. She slowly stitched a small ‘S’ directly behind the pearl so no one would be able to see it.

You both traded headbands. The purple fabric was held gently in Spirit’s hands, it was soft and the design was pretty. It was nothing extraordinary even if it was much better than her own work. She looked up at you as you tied your hair back with the peachy colored headband. Your smile was something that made Spirit want to only see that look on your face. She didn’t want to see any other look on your face, she just wanted to see your smile.

This feeling it was strange, it was familiar and it was so… STRONG. It wasn’t romantic, not in the slightest. She didn’t want that she just wanted to see you smile more. But the only way to truly do that was to help you get home… It was now as she saw you brag about your new headband to Su that she realized that she didn’t really want you to go home. She wanted you to stay, she wanted you to stay with her.

You were the first person to talk to her, to help her and to keep her company. You helped her with her hair, never once telling her to cut it. You tried to protect her and even after you saw the power she used you still didn’t run. Did she really want to help you leave? Did she have to help you- YES! She did have to help you! You were her friend, you were someone who placed your trust in her! She couldn’t abuse that! She made a promise… and she could never do that to you.

“How does it look?” You asked with the brightest smile pointing to your headband and Spirit laughed, forcing her tears away. “It looks beautiful. Bright and cheerful just like you!”

You had a beautiful smile, one that she could never let fade. Even if it meant loosing you, she would do anything to help you smile more. She would keep her promise even though it meant sending you to another world, one that she would never get to.

This image was drawn by none other than @miifu666 who got to design both Reader’s and Spirit’s headbands! They look AMAZING!

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Su grinned as she watched you two smile about your new headbands. Those smiles were payment enough for the materials you used. There was a knock on her door catching her attention. She didn’t think twice before standing up and walking over to the door. She wasn’t sure who would be around her den but she didn’t really care, that was until she opened the door.

You looked over to the door at the sound of Su’s angered scream. Spirit jumping in front of you when she saw someone throw Su deeper into the house. Sparks and flames licked across the fox demoness as she growled, her body shifting as she body slammed the fox like demon out of the house.

You ran up to the door as Su roared, Spirit quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. Her words rang through your ears but you weren’t able to catch them as she pushed you to where the cubs were now chirping in confusion and shock. Plums growling at the doorway as he and Peaches woke up. Scooping both of them into your arms you sat down, attempting to stay out of the way as you saw Spirit’s fur begin to shimmer a slightly white color as she stormed to the doorway.

You wanted to chase her… but you were powerless.

Outside of the house was a disaster, two large foxes battling. Fire burned around Su as she jumped out of the other fox’s harsh teeth bites. Blood was dripping down her leg from his large teeth that sank into her skin. She bit back sinking her teeth into his throat before she was thrown off of him and straight to the ground making dust fly.

Spirit didn’t know what to do she no longer had her bow, the only weapon she was proficient in and now would be a real good time for one! She could have sworn she had seen one in Su’s house, she turned on her heel and ran towards where she remembered seeing one. She could only pray that she was remembering it correctly. She did! She grabbed the bow passing by you as she ran back, you were terrified and she could tell. The very sight of terror across your face sent her blood boiling with RAGE.

Su felt the ground hard against her back as she was pinned down by the unknown demon. He was twice the size of her with black fur, bright red eyes and nine tails. There were blue undertones to his fur, his fur that was covered in both his and her blood. The fucking bastard.

On another side of the mountain, the deer guardian would be found meditating. He sat atop a large rock, as he took deep calm breaths. His ears began to twitch as he heard a loud rumbled sound, breaking him from his mediations as he heard the sounds of a battle. He tried to focus on the direction of the strange and dangerous sounds.

The sounds they led straight to- “SU!!!!” His eyes snapped open as he jumped off of the rock immediately taking his true form of a majestic deer. He ran as fast as he could hoping the fox wasn’t hurt or possibly worse.

“No, no, no! Gods please make sure that they’re all okay,” He was also hoping for the human and the three monkeys to be okay. But none of it mattered if he couldn’t get there in time.

"You really are as powerful as they say," the fox growled towards Su.

Hot red rage rumbled in her chest as she growled, her claws slamming into his side, which sent him flying. The fox let out another growl, but it wasn't one of anger. There was something akin to admiration in his eyes as he looked at her like a prize. Su didn't even bother to give him a proper response as she growled. Blood was dripping down her side, her breath coming in ragged as she growled lowly.

Noticing Spirit running out of the house, she immediately blocked the small monkey. This was HER fight, and she wouldn't allow anyone else to take that from her.

"You'll make a good mate," The fox growled lowly.

So that's what this was about. A fucking courting dual!? This wasn't proper at all, he gave no indication of this as a courting dual. He didn’t give her the respect of asking for permission to even attempt this. A courting dual without proper steps is the same as saying that he was going to take her against her will! Rage boiled in her chest as she let out a deep, low growl.

As he ran, Zhiyu heard the sound of a loud growl, he followed it hoping it would lead him to the fox. He finally reached the center of her home and couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Fire burned around Su in reds, oranges, and almost gold. Blood dripped from her teeth as sparks of lightning bounced from her skin. Her eyes seemed to burn like fire as she growled fiercely.

"You dare come into my HOME, attack ME AND TRY TO CLAIM YOURSELF A GOOD SUITOR!? Your death will be PAINFUL!" Her rage burned hot as her fur burned hotter. She snapped her teeth as she stomped her paws against the ground enough to make it crack.

"As if you have anyone else strong enough to choose from, you should be honored a NINE tailed fox would choose you as their MATE," the other growled back as he aimed his teeth for her throat.

Before the other fox was able to reach her, a powerful kick sent him straight into a tree. The fox was in shock as he whipped his head around to see a tall, proud, green majestic deer standing before him. Zhiyu glared at the fox with a lethal look, “You dare trespass in my home and disturb my people? Such an act is simply unforgivable!”

"Stay out of this Zhiyu," Su snapped both because of her pride and the fact that she didn't want him to get hurt.

He was her friend, even though he still hadn't admitted it, and the one she had fallen hopelessly in love for. She couldn't bear to know he would get hurt. She growled as she stepped forward, limping on a wounded paw. Her eyes still blazed as her tails swished behind her angrily. A low rumbled growl left her throat as she stared at the fox who got up to his feet.

"How dare you interfere with MY COURTSHIP DUAL!" He roared towards Zhiyu. What looked like water started to swirl around him, freezing as it sharpened. A heavy mist slowly fell over the group as well as the enemy.

"Su!" Spirit shouted as she lost sight of the fox demoness.

The powerful fox who was once in front of him was now no where to be seen. “No, no where is he!?” Zhiyu turned his deer head in every direction. Until he came to the realization.

“SU!!” He quickly turned around to look for her.

The fox before them leapt towards Su. She barely had time to dodge as she whipped back around her teeth, clamping onto the other fox's throat. He howled as he attempted to pull away from her. Blood dripped as she tightened her hold until she was thrown to the ground hard.

There was a sickening crack as she slammed into the ground. Her back exploded with pain as she tried to stand back up. Below her were cold ice-like shards that dug into her skin. In her pain her form shifted, she couldn't hold up her fox form. Her human form was covered in blood and open wounds. Her vision blurred as she tried to stand up, only to fall back down.

“Well it looks like you’ve finally stopped resisting. GOOD! I was just starting to grow irritated” The bastard spoke, with a disgusting grin spread across his face as he approached the injured fox demoness’s form.

His eyes gleamed an icy blue as he bellowed with clear arrogance and pride, as if he had done something glorious and not just beaten a woman he had self proclaimed, as his mate, to blood.

“SU!!!!” The green deer screamed at the sight of her, his mind boiled in anger and pain for not being able to protect someone he had never once admitted to being dearer to him than he wanted her to. Seeing her this hurt, weak and not being there to prevent it all, it was truly unbearable and so… familiar… like he was back to that day again. When he was so small and incapable. He had seen people getting hurt because of it and couldn’t do anything about it, but that boy wasn’t him, not anymore. He looked at her and then slowly to the one who did this to her.

“You dared… you dared to hurt her… and for that, I will be the one to take your LIFE,” Zhiyu couldn’t control his anger.

As he slowly walked, his hooves turned into feet, his green fur shifted into thin robes, his white mane was now long glowing white hair. An aura that easily matched one of the heavenly gods began to surround him, he opened his striking turquoise eyes to the giant demon in front of him. He was known as a forgiving being, but now, there was no excuse for the fox, no reason for mercy, and no sign of forgiveness in sight.

Within the cottage you felt something, something dangerous and pulled both of the monkey cubs closer. A shiver running down your spine while not noticing the way Plum’s ears fluttered wide picking up each hiccup or startled gasp you let out. If not for Spirit blocking the door he would have thought you’d run out to help the fox. It was a blessing for the annoying monkey demoness as if you did leave, you would have surely already been dead.

To stop your quiet cries he nuzzled against your chin catching your attention. Wukong his mate did the same thing. Both of them trying to convince themselves that they were doing it to stop the annoying cries, a part of that was true. However something deeper also spoke to them burning in them like dangerous flames.

With one hand, he summoned his wooden staff then jumped over to the fox demon. As he landed, the ground around him trembled and a huge boulder, sharp as a spear appeared and pierced right through the black furred fox. While he screamed in agony, Zhiyu took his chance to run right to his other side to land three hits, strong enough to paralyze one of his legs. The fox growled, blood dripping down from its injured right eye.

He quickly tried to locate the deer boy with his other eye. The guardian had chosen wisely, once he took out one of his eyes he had managed to make the fox disoriented. With that he had an advantage of surprise if his opponent couldn’t adapt to his condition quickly. Even better if he decided to attack without thinking, and just as Zhiyu predicted the black fox shot water everywhere. He was hoping to hit him, but he was now at Zhiyu’s mercy without even knowing it.

Su could barely open her eyes as she heard the other fox’s final scream. She tried to move but her body wouldn't let her as she lay near motionless on the ground.

"Zhi-yu?" She muttered even as she heard Spirit come running over to her. She heard your voice too and the sound of the cubs chirping. However even as she did she could still feel her consciousness slipping. Gods she hated fighting against water and ice. How body felt cold and she could still hardly move as everything went black.

Zhiyu quickly turned around and relief fell upon. Him when he sat that Su was okay. However she looked exhausted and almost completely drained, he looked back at the black furred fool behind him. The one who still shot water out of his mouth that Zhiyu easily dodged, he wanted to make him suffer endless torment for what he did to his home, for what he did to HER. But there were more important things to do, without wasting his breath he led right in front of the male fox once again. He dodged his blasts of water and summoned another boulder, hitting him from down below and knocking him unconscious.

He would deal with him later, perhaps his friends would also like to have a ‘word’ with him. For the disturbance he had caused, but right now he needed to check on Su.

"Hey Su, Su are you alright," you asked frantically as you shook her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered barely as she groaned but didn't move. You placed two fingers against her neck and let out a breath of relief as you felt her steady beating heart.

"She’s alive," You mutter, Spirit looked at you and nodded before looking at the monkeys on your shoulders. Both Peaches and Plums looked at the fox laying unconscious a ways away. He had attempted a courting dual with Su from what they gathered and was clear with his disregard and disrespect towards Su in it.

They didn't care what happened to Su but his actions annoyed them. They were stuck with you crying in the house while she fought. You had tears streaks down your face, and the look of terror that covered your face during the fight still stained their minds.

"We should get her inside, she needs to rest," Spirit spoke as she went to pick up the fox. Her skin was cool, almost unnervingly so.

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You helped Spirit wrap cloth around Su’s wounds. They were pretty deep, and seemed to be enchanted or maybe it was due to the differing elements. Even after Zhiyu healed her she was still wounded, not bleeding but the flesh looked tender and as if it would be cut any second again.

“Barbaric courting duals, no one is supposed to be hurt this much during the duals at all,” Spirit growled catching your attention as well as Zhiyu’s.

“Courting dual? Su mentioned it before… but THAT was a courting dual?” You asked, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

“… Not exactly. A courting dual is a challenge between two people who consent to fighting each other to show their strengths and weaknesses in combat. It helps both parties decide weather or not they would make a good match for each other. Sometimes both parties are unsure weather or not they want to be with each other and decide if a certain person wins then yeah they will mate… Su didn’t consent to the dual in fact he didn’t even mention anything about it being a courting dual until after he attacked her,” Spirit’s words were harsh and her gaze was ice cold as she stared at the fox laying under the blankets, her even breathing helped everyone calm ever so slightly.

You didn’t know what to say, it was horrifying. The duals themselves sounded fine as long as everyone consented but to beat someone down to near death? Someone you claimed to be trying to mate… that was truly… horrifying.

“It’s normally consented too? And he didn’t even ask?” Zhiyu’s voice sent a shiver down your spine. A look clouded in darkness covered his face as he glared down at the wounds that covered Su’s body.

A small chirp echoed out in the room catching your attention. You turned and looked to see Peaches looking at you with his bright golden eyes, he jumped up on your arm and lightly slapped your cheek. The tear stains on your cheeks were wildly visible, you couldn’t help but chuckle at his action even in this dark moment.

“Are you trying to comfort me?” You asked with a chuckle, he let out a chirp with an annoyed face. Of course he couldn’t properly answer you, Plums climbed up your back and loomed over your face.

Neither of the monkeys would say it allowed, not to you, not to their troop, not to each other. But when they saw the tears in your eyes… all they wanted to do was make those tears stop, all they wanted to do was RIP that demon LIMB from LIMB.

Chapter Fifteen - Bidding Farewell >>>

<<< Chapter Thirteen - Crushes

For this chapter I would like to make a special shoutout to @miifu666 and @sleepingdramaqueen! Both of whom helped me decide quite a few things! Miffu helped me with the headband designs used in the story and Drama helped me with the fight scene! As well as allowed me to use Zhiyu in my story!

[daylighted]

Hiya, hun!! I have this idea stuck in my head for weeks, and I just can’t get rid of it. I keep thinking about Baby!Reader picking out and putting together cute outfits. But!!! She can’t go out in them until Dean gives the okay not because he controls what she wears, but because she wants his approval 🙃

OH MY GOD YES :( !!! she watches the home decor channel RELIGIOUSLY. it is her favorite channel aside from food network because she LOVESSS chopped. she will look at the winchesters and be like "now why don't you guys make this stuff." bc she is so silly !!! but the home decor is her personal fave ever bc she learns what colors go together !!! and uses it !!!!

the first time she is proud of an outfit, she literally would BARGE into whatever room he's in. kitchen? thank god he's cooking because she's SICK of french fries, but she will interrupt it. bathroom? truly hope he's showering and even then she WILL pull open that curtain because she is excited.

and she'll be like "look!!"

and dean's like... yes, you are wearing... a dress...

and that is simply not enough for her. it would never be enough for her. she wants him to sit down and break down all of the choices she made, even though she knows the choices, she made them, she wants him to be proud of her expertise.

so she will glare so hard at him, even if he is naked in the shower she does not care !!!! and be like, "no, i am wearing a little black dress to match my little black jacket."

and obviously, dean noticed all of this, but he does not understand the point of why this was detrimental enough to break into and hijack his shower. not that he minds? it's just a little intense that the first time she sees him naked, she doesn't even care, she just wants to show off a dress, but hey, now you're even? and he's like, "what's the point of this, baby?"

naturally, she's furious. you put so much thought into this. "and i have a pretty red headband that i matched to my shoes, see?" insert her kicking out her leg to stomp on the edge of the tub, so he can't escape it. yep, the red of the shoes matches the red of her headband. can't deny it. "it's pretty, isn't it?"

dean, so afraid of metaphorically stepping on her metaphorical toes, goes, "...yes?"

not enough! "do you like it?"

"yes, baby, i like it. can you shut the curtain?"

"no. tell me what all you like." this was the true testament, after all.

so dean was being a fashion critic while his ass was out. this was not how he expected this evening to go, but honestly, he had to stop expecting anything to go any sort of way with baby around. "you know i love you in that jacket, baby. i'm glad you convinced me to get you that dress, because it looks goddamn beautiful on you. i've told you over and over that i love you in red—"

she cuts him off enthusiastically, clapping her hands together. "yes! yes, yes, yes!" dean does not know what he said to elicit this reaction, but he'll take it? he thinks? "i picked the red for that reason!"

pause. "because i like you in it?"

"yes!" why did she ever doubt dean? ever? "you said eleven days ago that i looked pretty in your old red t-shirt, remember? and i thought you'd like it if i wore red again, but i wanted to make it fit, you know? i wanted to make a whole..." what did the home decor channel say? "a statement piece!"

dean doesn't even remember, now, that his entire ass is out. that he's entirely naked, and she's entirely dressed, because here she is in front of him, telling him that she internalizes his compliments and implement them for his approval. he's enamored. really! he is! this is not a situation he can convince himself otherwise of, he's beguiled.

"you look beautiful." his smile is softer around the edges, without the panicked urgency over the fact that she was standing in front of him, only the edge of a tub separating the both of them. not for the first time, he wants to kiss her. for the first time, he doesn't want to deny it or pretend otherwise. "can we shut the curtain now? i don't wanna keep talkin' to you like this. i wanna give you all of my attention, okay baby?"

"i don't want to leave." of course she didn't, but he needed her to leave, because he was stuck on this two lane road of kissing her or not, and he was drifting very much into the lane that ended with his mouth on hers. "i can sit here on the sink. we can talk like that."

horrible idea, but dean was very horrible at telling baby no. it was getting worse, too. he was driving very quickly down a dead end, waiting to crash into a wall he could never turn back from.

"okay." dean watches her for a moment or so longer, his smile falling into one more admiring than anything. at least it was just them both in this room, and therefore sam could not use any of this against him. "by the way," he adds like an afterthought, after he shoves the curtain back closed so he can't see the utter adoration in her gaze, "i expect to see all of your outfits, now."

and baby would do it. she'd do anything so long as he called her pretty like that.

[pomogando]

Heeeyyyy! Im hear to request hope you dont mind :33

Maybe phighters reacting to platonic child!reader who is a troublemaker and likes to annoy people?

(fluff) and some headcannons about em?

Take the time you need by the way!I won't force ya!

Phighters x Troublemaker Child!reader

Platonic, no warnings, I choose some random characters, if you want others just ask!

You have probably been seen wandering around matches before. You usually messed with anyone who was preparing for their debut. Though a game warden would routinely kick you out, you always managed to sneak back in somehow. You just wanted to have some fun, and that fun might make other people annoyed.

Katana is the most patient with you out of all of the phighters. He gives you one word responses and doesn't usually entertain your nonsense. Something that annoyed you pretty bad

You tried to test your luck by quietly pulling his mask off from behind but he quickly grabbed your hands without looking. He gave you a glare from behind his mask as you scattered.

.. needless to say, it scared you badly. You took him off your list of targets, not wanting to push your luck. You gave a nervous apology which he only nodded at making you huff, but maybe you deserved it.

After a while of keeping your distance you started to slowly pester him with questions. Without you realizing your conversations became more genuine. He was an old guy, sure, but he was more interesting than you expected. You wouldn't even notice when you started coming by just to talk to him instead of messing with your other targets.

"It would be best for you to simmer down, not everyone is as patient as I am."

...

Subspace can't tolerate you for a single second. He's never been a fan of kids, and you're solidifying that belief for him.

It's not like you're making it easy for him, you poke fun at everything he does. He's the easiest to rile up and that keeps you coming back. He's especially annoyed when you try to mess with his Biografts. (which he'll claim you were trying to break for the record!!!) If it's not that you're making fun of his gas mask, his horns, his gear, his specially tailored outfit, (that you can't afford mind you) he can't stand it.

He's always the first to report you to the game hosts and/or Banhammer. Banhammer thinks it's hilarious, but you have to be careful if the hosts actually pay attention to his constant complaints for once.

"How DARE you- Hasn't anyone ever taught you little BRAT to respect your elders?!?"

...

Rocket, considering his background, is by all accounts a hypocrite. He was probably worse than you at your age if we're being honest.

He'd probably start off incredibly annoyed by you, then he's tolerating, then you're both inseparable. His favorite thing to do is give you someone to mess with, laughing audibly after they scold you or stomp off in anger.

It turns into a symbiotic relationship, you bother whoever he wants, and in turn he gives you snacks and other treats. It's beneficial for both of you.

When you're not working together, he may talk to you before a match starts, cleaning his weapon while telling you the latest gossip. He'd never admit that he got attached to you, slowly seeing you as a younger sibling.

"Hey, you see that guy over there with the stupid blue headband? Ruin his day and i have 20 buxs with your name on it..."

...

Sword doesn't mind you too much at first. Sure, it's annoying when you mess with him, but it's not something he can't handle. Though, when you move on to other people is when he steps in. Being raised by Venomshank left him with a strict moral code, whether you listen or not is up for debate, but you're usually too annoyed at the end of his speeches to bother anyone else.

He ends up following you around and preventing you from getting into trouble the best he can.. which isn't amazing. Usually apologizing to whoever you manage to piss off. Rocket thinks it's hilarious. He's your unofficial babysitter.

"H-hey! Get back here! You're gonna get yourself hurt!"

[sabrinajenre96]

Episode twenty- six “Ghosts in the Parking Lot”

Michael Robinavitch x wife reader

This is going to be an interesting ride but also emotional and sad

Author note: I added two new characters Sabrina played by me ( i wanted myself in my story 😂) and Jack Porter ( I am a huge fan of the tv show Revenge and Nick Wechsler is my first celebrity crush since my teenage years, he has my heart)

It was a crisp Saturday afternoon, the kind of early spring day that gave just enough warmth for short sleeves but not quite enough to leave your jacket at home. Y/N and Michael had both taken the day off from the hospital—no rounds, no interns, no cases. Today was for Sawyer.

Sawyer, their brilliant, passionate, 17-year-old daughter, was starring in the school play. The auditorium buzzed with energy and family chatter. Diana sat proudly with Spencer on her lap, whispering commentary and trying to keep her from announcing every entrance like a stage manager. Alex sat beside her, popcorn in hand. Y/N sat between Michael and her younger sister Sabrina, who’d driven in from out of town with her husband Jack Porter. Kojo, as always, had managed to sneak in disguised in a baby stroller, complete with sunglasses and a service dog vest Spencer insisted made it official.

The play was a success—Sawyer shined on stage. Y/N clapped the loudest. Michael stood to cheer. Spencer yelled, “That’s my sissy!” at the top of her lungs, drawing some chuckles from the audience.

Everything was perfect… until it wasn’t.

The Parking Lot

Families gathered under the golden hour light. Parents waited to scoop up teens still buzzing from post-performance adrenaline. Y/N walked hand-in-hand with Spencer while Alex clutched Michael’s side. They expected Sawyer to come out any minute.

Then Y/N stopped in her tracks. Her breath caught. Diana’s lips pressed into a thin line. Sabrina’s hand curled into Jack’s arm so tightly he blinked.

It was him.

Sawyer’s biological father. Standing in the crowd with a tall, pretty woman—his wife. Their teenage twins, a boy and a girl who looked just like him, stood nearby. And at their feet, a bouncy little girl with a sparkly headband—about Spencer’s age.

Time froze. The hum of the parking lot disappeared under the weight of old pain. Michael felt Y/N’s fingers go ice cold.

He followed her gaze.

And then he knew.

The Unraveling

Sawyer stepped out the side door of the school with her castmates, glowing from the applause. She spotted the familiar faces of her family…and then saw them.

Her smile crumbled.

The twins she’d awkwardly been paired with in biology and history this semester. The girl she sat beside in Spanish.

Her half-siblings.

The man with them—her biological father. The one who never showed up. The one who left her mother heartbroken and alone at sixteen.

She didn’t speak.

She turned on her heel and sprinted toward the parking lot.

“Sawyer!” Y/N cried, bolting forward.

Alex ran after his sister without hesitation. Michael followed, calling Sawyer’s name as he caught up. He pulled her into his arms near their car, where she collapsed against his chest, shaking with silent sobs.

“I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I didn’t know.”

Michael’s heart cracked.

“I got you,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ve always got you.”

Meanwhile…

Back by the crowd, the tension was unbearable.

The man—the boy who had once walked away from his pregnant girlfriend—opened his mouth to speak. Sabrina took one step forward, ready to go full rage mode, but Jack caught her wrist gently.

Diana stepped forward, Spencer clutching her coat.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” Diana said coolly. “Showing your face after all these years.”

His wife looked mortified. “I didn’t know this was—”

“She’s our family,” Diana said simply. “And you were never man enough to be a part of it.”

Little Spencer narrowed her eyes at the man. She turned to the youngest girl, her age, standing shyly behind her mother’s leg.

“You’re in my class,” she said matter-of-factly. “You can play with me. But he”—she pointed—“is on the list.”

“What list?” the girl asked.

“The Spencer Blacklist. Right now, it’s only him and Jake. But there’s room.”

Jack coughed to hide his laugh. Diana just shook her head.

“My granddaughter, ladies and gentlemen,” she muttered.

Aftermath

Michael, Y/N, and Alex managed to get Sawyer into the back seat, where she curled up in silence. Y/N kissed her forehead, trying to hold back tears.

Back home, Jack helped unload Kojo, who jumped into the house like he’d just finished a mission. Spencer marched in with her hands on her hips.

“That guy is a weasel,” she said. “Just like Scooby Doo’s bad guys. If it weren’t for me and my partner Kojo—”

“Spencer,” Y/N said, crouching down. “You okay?”

Spencer nodded solemnly. “Sissy’s sad. So I’ll protect her.”

Michael came in last, sitting down on the couch and pulling Y/N into his lap. She curled into him, exhausted.

“He never deserved her,” Y/N whispered.

“He doesn’t even get to know her,” Michael said. “She’s mine. I don’t care what blood says. I raised her. I love her. And that’ll never change.”

Y/N nodded, resting her head on his shoulder.

From the other room, Sawyer spoke softly.

“I’m glad he wasn’t there,” she said. “When I was little. I would’ve hated it.”

Y/N walked in and sat beside her, brushing her daughter’s hair gently.

“You’ve always had us,” she whispered. “And you always will.”

Sawyer looked over at Michael, who stepped into the room.

“Thanks for being my dad,” she said.

Michael blinked, his throat tight.

“Always, kiddo.”

Spencer poked her head in. “You need a hug? I got hugs. And cookies.”

Sawyer smiled. “Yeah. I think I do.”

The Robinavitch family had been tested. But their roots? Strong. Their hearts? Unshakeable.

And that night, while Kojo curled up at Sawyer’s feet and Spencer dozed off holding a walkie-talkie and an emergency flashlight, Michael held Y/N close and kissed her forehead.

“Family’s messy,” she murmured.

“Yeah,” Michael said. “But ours is perfect.”

[celestialprincesse]

💅💞

Gaz and his hyper feminine girlfriend - that's it, that's the post.

He comes home to find her sat on the living room floor with a nail polish bottle and all sorts of other clippers and cuticle pushers and whatnot, which to him just look like miniaturised torture instruments.

She's constantly got a flawless mani-pedi, does it herself like twice a month even though he always offers to pay to take her so the nail salon. She likes doing her own though because she can change it whenever she likes. She's also like a chronic people pleaser who has a hard time admitting when she doesn't like something, and has come out of the nail salon more than once in floods of tears because the nail tech didn't do what she wanted and she couldn't say no.

She has a whole box of pretty polishes in an assortment of glossy pinks and pearly whites, even has some little extra things that she adds when she wants to spice things up, like glue on rhinestones or chrome powder.

Gaz learns to paint nails - orders a clear top coat online and practises on himself. Before he gets deployed she trims his nails and cuticles for him anyways so that they don't get in his way, broken etc, so he's got a vague gist of how it works.

He notices the way she struggles to paint her non dominant hand and offers out of the blue to do it for her. She accepts and he uses the pink coated brush with meticulous precision that only a soldier could even think of achieving.

He ends up joining her little mani pedi sessions, claiming that he's only doing it to protect his nails, keep them clean and short for totally innocent (not) reasons.

He also helps her fix her hair, seeing as he's got the advantage of his height and being able to see the back of her hair, he's always adjusting her little ribbons that she wears or making sure her ponytail isn't bumpy.

Also always makes sure to subtly pull down the hems of her skirts and dresses when they ride up and show off a little more than she'd be cool with. He's fine with her wearing whatever though, no matter how short or skimpy. He can fight.

This man is so utterly whipped for his girlfriend, he'll do anything to make her happy, even if that includes skincare and her freaky face masks that actually kind of sting, not that he'll admit it when she putters around in her Hello Kitty skincare headband without complaint.

[gingerdusk]

Gale of Waterdeep assorted headcanons: 2

Headcanons 1 here, Tower layout here

He overshares when he's drunk. It's a good look into how his brain works, but he has a 50/50 chance of putting his foot in his mouth

He has a handful of custom spells, one of those being an illusory campsite. Gale's Minor Mirage, he calls it. You're welcome!

The stitch scar on his neck is from being held at knifepoint by a particularly opportunistic thief. Said thief got hit with a lightning bolt

His spellbook is beautifully scripted to the untrained eye, but contains additional notes written in invisible ink. He presents himself as neat and tidy, but his real scribblings are anything but

While inflicted with the Netherese Orb, his blood leaves rashes on other people wherever it touches. Not severe ones, but it doesn't feel pleasant. Like a mild sunburn

Quothe (the raven familiar) is his. It's named that because it loves to listen to Gale read literature (and occasionally recite lines where he leaves off)

He owns a fancy lanceboard set; it was a housewarming gift from his parents when he first got his tower

When he was little, he used to wear a ribbon as a headband to pull his hair back with, and a cape. His hair was fluffy and fell to his chin

His favorite color is blue, but he thinks he looks more refined in purple. His mother thinks he looks most dashing in red

His favorite hobby is helping Tara adapt spells with somatic components for tressym use

His first staff was a Sun Staff, gifted to him by Elminster

His most recent staff was a Staff of Power

Both of these, he had to consume. It was a very, very hard choice to make

Other things he's had to destroy that he cared for dearly:

Emerald Pen (left over from days at the academy; worse that it wasn't worth it, as it didn't give him more than a few hours)

Chromatic Rose (given by a lover upon breakup)

Duplicitous Manuscript (The Art of the Night is one of these)

Needle of Mending (kept it on his person after the thief incident)

Wand of Enemy Detection (carried it with him on excursions with Tara)

Wayfarer's Boots (his favorite travel pair)

Arcane Grimoire (one of his first found artifacts, copied a few spells from it into his own book)

Candle of Invocation (a gift from Mystra)

Crystal Ball of Telepathy (Tara used it more than he did; her little paws can't cast Sending)

Songbird Sage's Signet (wore it everywhere, only used in a pinch; he misses the weight of it and rubs his finger occasionally)

Crown of Whirling Comets (wore it to the Blackstaff annual balls, partly to show off)

The 6th level spell Program Illusion is what appears during his Death Protocol. As it needs to be tied to an area within 30 feet of where it's assigned, it's what his briefs are enchanted with. His reasoning is that he'd always have them, and no one would take them off him while dead

When he's panicked, he burns through the magical item he fed the Orb with faster. That's why he puts such a weight on keeping calm

The reason you have 2 days to resurrect him before exploding, and why he can still live for a bit if you don't give him an item immediately, is because without careful management, it consumes HIM. He has 2 days worth of magic to his person

He doesn't like to turn people down outright. To him, the gentlemanly thing to do is to go on a first date to indulge whomever asked. He's had a lot of first dates

He's been accused of using Enchantment as to why he's so dashing once or twice. It absolutely stoked his ego around his looks

Quipper fish and hundur sauce is the dish he's most proud of, but his favorite is a good slow roast

He'll make illusory ceilings for dates with starry skies and auroras. Maybe floating candles if he's feeling fancy. Yes that extends to the bedroom

If left to his own devices, he will relax in a bath for HOURS. Tara thinks he falls asleep in there (she can't prove anything)

Before the orb, he and his mother had a pseudo-competitive exchange of cookware. They'd take turns making the most ELABORATE dishes in the same fancy glass pan, and send it back and forth trying to outdo each other. Whenever one showed up with the pan, it would always be with a healthy seasoning of smug satisfaction and sweet compliments about the last meal

He likes picnics on the beach. If you show him shells and things he'll happily tell you where they came from

He always dresses just a smidge too warmly for the weather

He can sleep just about anywhere, and frequently does in his tower. It's not good for his back. When Tara finds him, she always tugs a blanket over him

His family symbol is a crescent moon setting in the water

Bonus Tara headcanon: her opal collar is her spellcasting focus