#(also side note back to my queue)

[leeechin]

(ꗃ) dangling charms [nerd sunghoon] ! (mdni)

⋆ in which you test the limits of the cute quiet dork that sat nearby you and your friend during lunch. but what you didn't expect, was to see a whole new side of this quiet dork, in his bed.

⌗ warnings & content: college au! sunghoon and jay are such losers in this oh my god. but i love it. nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader, backshots hehehe, protected sex (cheering) bigdick!hoon, oral (m.rec), fingering, praise, dom!hoon, etc. a lot of kaomojis when reader texts hoon, deal with it lol. early 2010s kind of au as well.

(lee's note: on that nerd sunghoon agenda :p i skimmed through this, not throughly proofread so lmk if you see any errors :D hope u guys enjoy i'm nerv abt this one.) reqs r open don't be afraid !! just read my guidelines first :3

word count: 3.0k

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"i love you y/n, but i don't think it is genuinely possible to even get him within the same vicinity of you that is not on campus.." gaeul comments, taking a sip of her drink.

you sigh in response, not bothering to hide the fact that you're eyeing park sunghoon, the cute quiet nerd you sat a couple seats away in your econ class. also, a couple tables away where you and gaeul were sitting at in the campus' dining hall. "what if i just asked him to tutor me—? it would benefit me and get me close to him."

"do you realize how crazy you sound right now?!" gaeul chokes, voice a little too loud causing the surrounding tables by the two of you to give a look.

"then i'm insane because i'm gonna ask him to tutor me right now—!" you exclaim, grabbing a piece of gum from the pack that was on the table, unwrapping the foil and popping it into your mouth. gaeul hypes you up, giving you a small applause in which you both giggle.

approaching his table, you felt a nervous tinge in your chest, choosing to ignore that feeling, you strut with confidence, stopping until you're standing directly in front of sunghoon. he looks up with an eyebrow raised, shutting off his laptop that he was doing an assignment on. "can i help you—?" loud smacks of you chewing the gum obnoxiously filled the awkward silence between the two of you, but you smile at him. "park sunghoon right?"

he nods, face still filled with confusion as to why such a pretty girl is at the table he occupied by himself on most days. "you have the best marks in our econ class.. and i was wondering if you could help me revise this paper i failed in that class.." you sheepishly asked, hand scratching the side of your head as you await a response.

"sure i can." sunghoon's response is short and quick, tapping his ipod that was connected with his wired headphones on his lap, waiting for you to say something. "great—! you should write your contact information for me down!" you beam. pulling out of your arm bag a mini notepad and pen, handing it to sunghoon. he takes a quick look at the character charm that dangled on a beaded string on your pen, laughing to himself in his head at how cute and amusing you were. carefully examining what he wrote before handing it back to you, sunghoon gives a small smile in return as well.

you thank sunghoon and practically skip back to your table, gaeul looking in shock as you hold up the once empty page of your notepad, filled with his contact info.

sunghoon's enjoying a peaceful dinner with his roommate when he hears a ding! from his phone. "this is the first time i've ever heard your phone during dinner." jongseong comments, stuffing his mouth full of instant ramen. "it's probably a scam or—" sunghoon remembers you asking him to tutor you. he scrambles to grab his phone, flipping it open to read your message.

"surely a scammer alright." jongseong sarcastically retorts. "shut up jay!" sunghoon yells flustered, reading the strings of messages you left to him.

(xxx) (xxx) (xxxx):

heyyyy :p it's y/n :3

turned out the deadline professor jung gave me to revise this paper in a few days (¬_¬)

soooo i was wondering if we could meet up in a couple hours ^_^ or we could do tmr cuz it’s a weekend and ur probably free ♪( ´θ｀)ノ

—

you weren't wrong.. but ouch that kinda gave sunghoon a realization that he really doesn't do anything besides studying 24/7 and being a dork with jongseong.

"no way.. you're texting a girl—!" jongseong gapes, peeking over sunghoon shoulder's to read his inbox.

"god we really are such womanless losers." sunghoon shakes his head, clicking his keyboard to respond to you.

—

(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) your pov ⋆ ࣪.

[hoonie ! ٩( ᐛ )و_^]

Hello Y/n

Yes. I could meet with you in a couple of hours

Your place or mine?

[you]

my roommates have company over (-.-;)y-~~~

is ur place okay ?? :D

[hoonie ! ٩( ᐛ )و_^]

Yeah, that's fine with me

My roommate is home too, but don't worry, Jongseong is very quiet

My address is: ________ 8:00 just to confirm with you.

[you]

yayyyyy ok (^｡^) c u in a couple !

thx hoonie once again !! i rlly owe u 4 this (*´∀｀*)

—

you're kicking your feet up and down after confirming your plans with sunghoon, flipping your phone shut. you call for gaeul outside of the hall to tell her the news and to help you pick a outfit.. hopefully not overdoing it.

touching up your lipgloss and twirling yourself in front of your mirror to finalize your look, you're more than ready.

"don't get him too flustered y/n.. he's probably never felt the touch of a woman." gaeul warns, handing you your keys. oh how gaeul was so wrong about sunghoon..

you knock on sunghoon's door, swinging open to meet eyes with his roommate, jongseong. he stares at you in disbelief not thinking that the plans in sunghoon's inbox would actually happen. "hi! i'm y/n, is sunghoon here—?"

"no fucking way." jongseong comments, completely ignoring your question. his eyes are opened wide like saucers and all you could do it at the door step is fiddle with the bottom hem of your short pink skirt and wait.

"is she already here jay— oh. hello y/n." sunghoon sees you up close, once again. he kind of already knew you were on the way when he heard the dangling charms on your arm bag down the hall as you took your steps closer to his front door. and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to you. "hi hoonie—!" you smile over at the door frame, looking over jongseong's shoulder. god that new nickname made him want to drop at his knees.

"s—sorry! i should've let you in since i've opened the door—!" jongseong stutters. you throw your manicured hand out, brushing it off. "oh it's okay jay. do you guys have any drinks—? not alcoholic or anything." you self invite yourself to open their fridge that was in the kitchen right by their entry. "um y/n." sunghoon mumbles, "hmm—?"

"please take off your shoes.." right. feeling slightly embarrassed, you say a quick apology and kick off your shoes, leaving them on the shoe mat. "don't worry about it." sunghoon reassured. walking back into the kitchen, you examine their fridge, wow. they really had a lot of choices, and a lot of food from packaged from the local convenience store. but enough of that, you settle with a strawberry milk cart and shut the fridge door.

"sooooo where are we gonna study—?" you turn to sunghoon, sipping your drink and awaiting a response. "in my room.. jay is playing a very important match of star craft in the the living room." sheepishly rubbing his head and gesturing to jay sitting on the couch, that had his eyes glued to the tv monitor as he started the game.

"okay-!" you say, following sunghoon into his room. you notice the lack of decorations, only a couple of figurines on his shelves, mainly filled with textbooks. "you sure do have a lot of dangling charms." sunghoon comments, scanning your arm bag and your phone charm.

"is it a problem—?" your eyebrows raises, eyes following sunghoon direction to your bag. "no no no! not at all, it was just an observation—!" quick to deny with no doubt.

you grin, only seeing how long it would until sunghoon gives in to your charm.

"so for this problem you can—" you interrupt sunghoon, "can we take a break?" he blinks in response, "sorry hoon i interrupted you—" "don't worry y/n. and yeah, we can take a break." your lips stretch into a little grin, getting up from where you and sunghoon were both sitting on the end of his bed, littered with papers and textbooks.

you go to his desk where you left your bag, bending over to grab a a container of green grapes. you purposely take a long time searching your bag and giving sunghoon the view of a lifetime; your mini skirt showing your little lace panties that hugged your chubby folds. sunghoon bits his lips to suppress a groan, feeling his erection growing.

sunghoon grabs a pillow to place over his lap, in hopes of his bulge would go down. you smirk to yourself, knowing that sunghoon has had more than enough time to see what was under your miniskirt. "want a grape hoonie—?" you offer, plopping yourself beside sunghoon on the end of his bed again. sunghoon nods his head.

holding out your container for him, sunghoon grabs a small handful of grapes, the both of you guys eating in silence. and you don't know what possessed you, but after the container was emptied, you lifted the pillow that was on his lap. and there behold; his boner.

he scrambles to grab the pillow again, but you grab at his wrist with your smaller hand. god did you just the veins and how thick his digits were. "y/n i'm sorry i—" sunghoon panics to find a choice of words, lucky for him, you interrupt. "you're rock hard hoonie.. because of me?"

"mmph. fuck. yeah." sunghoon groans, seeing you climb over his lap and straddle him. "let me take care of your little problem down there for you hoonie.." you offer.

"oh my god hoonie—! right there!" you moan, body perched against his bigger frame as he's stuffed two fingers deep in your sopping cunt, your panties being hooked to the side. "clenching around my fingers so tight, fuck. i knew this was planned from the start." he grunts in response, scissoring and twisting his digits.

it was so messy. you were a crying, sobbing, mess from the pleasure of sunghoon's digits hitting you so deep, reaching places you could never with your measly little hands. and never did you expect this from sunghoon..

you expected sunghoon to be a nervous, stuttering mess, but instead he was calm and collected, the one that was in control and power of letting you cum.

sunghoon's free hand was under your low-cut baby tee, grasping at your juicy tits that spilled out of your bra, taking his hand out from underneath your shirt and tugging it off and over your head, effortlessly unhooking your bra alongside it. fat tears rolling down your cheeks, smudging your eye makeup as you feel sunghoon speed the pace of his fingers, making you see stars and have you completely ruined at his mercy. breath hitching when you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap.

"just hold it out a bit longer for me, okay—?" he coos at you, tucking the strands of hair that draped over your eyes behind your ears. "hoonie please! s' so good." you babble, hands tugging at the collar of his shirt. you stretched it out so much that his collarbone showed.

a bead of sweat trickles down your forehead when sunghoon grants you permission to let go, spongy walls spasming around his digits as you crash forward and land your face against his chest. "that's it. did so well for me." sunghoon hums in satisfaction, licking your sweet release off his fingers and rubbing the side of your hips affectionately, pulling your panties back in place. you frown at sunghoon, hoping he wasn't done.

"i still haven't taken care of your problem down there.."

shuffling off his lap on the bed, you scramble and drop down to your knees; heels of your feet hitting against the plush skin of your ass. eyes looking up to sunghoon, awaiting. "shiiit, you're so pretty." he groans, seating himself up and off the edge of his bed.

looking down at you with your begging eyes that were inviting him to ruin you. and boy were you going to have such a story for gaeul when you get back home. "hoonie.. fuck my mouth?" you ask, hand reaching down to rub at your neglected clit. and who was he to refuse you, especially when you said please. pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers, sunghoon is much much bigger than what you initially expected.

"oh…" your jaw almost dropping, but you contain yourself to just gulping nervously. "not big enough for you—?" he teases, hand coming down to grasp his length and pump himself as he waits for you put your mouth on him. "no.. you're too fucking big hoon. you're gonna destroy me." you rasp out, watching him take his hand off himself and replacing it with your own, making sunghoon hiss at the contact. he chuckles at your response, "we'll make it fit, don't worry— fuck—!" he moans, breath hitching when you try to take as much of his inches into your mouth, choking at about halfway. you look up, pleading for him to help you out. and so he did. hand grabbing at a chunk of your hair to create a makeshift ponytail and push his hips forward with a few experimental thrusts.

you didn't show him any signs of stopping, so sunghoon continued. he lets out a long groan feeling his tip his the back of your throat, along with the sensations of your harsh sucks. you moan around his thickness at the slight of his thick framed glasses fogging up with his heavy pants. your hands that were placed on on his thighs tapping twice to let you breathe in which he immediately pulled off of you. sunghoon holds his hand out for you grab and pull you up, wiping the saliva that was dribbling down the sides of your lips. "okay—?"

"s' okay." you giggled reassuringly, sunghoon smiles and places a kiss on your lips, and you could taste yourself from your previous orgasm from earlier against him. "think you can handle more..?" sunghoon asks with an eyebrow raised. "yeah. i want you to fuck me." you shrug, pushing him backwards so that he sat on his bed, initiating that you were gonna ride him, but no no no.

sunghoon manhandles you until your flat on your stomach. flipping your already hiked skirt up, not making much of a difference, kneading at the soft flesh of your pantie clad ass as you arch your back, wiggling yourself back at him for more. "so wet for me jesus." he grunts, pulling your now ruined paired down and over your ankles, tossing it somewhere in his room. he pulls his own shirt over his head and you oogle at his toned body, sunghoon laughs at your expression.

"only for you hoon. please. wanna feel your big dick inside me pleasepleaseplease." you beg, pushing your ass back to him in hopes he wouldn't make you wait any longer. sunghoon didn't, you look over your shoulder to see him reach over his nightstand to grab a condom, taking it out of the wrapper and placing it over him, giving a few experimental tugs before aligning the tip with your entrance. breath ragging as you feel him push in slowly, sunghoon groans alongside with your heavy breaths, the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

if this was what heaven was like, sunghoon wouldn’t ever want to leave that place.

pulling out until only his tip was left in you and plunging forward again, sunghoon finds a pace that has you screaming his name like your life depended on it. "ngh—! hoonie harder—!" you shriek, making sunghoon remember that jongseong was still in the apartment and could probably hear what the two of you have been doing. pushing your head into his pillows, he grunts, speeding up the pace of his thrusts that made pleasure seep throughout your whole body.

"god y/n. your pussy feels so fucking good." sunghoon whispers, the room filling with nothing but the slapping sounds of his hips clashing against your ass. you moan into the pillow sheets, gripping his length like a vice and sunghoon wonders if he could ever feel you around him one day without a condom in the way. his hands grip your hips so hard that you know would leave a mark.

"gonna cum hoon. i need to cum hoonie please." you whimper as you lift your head up from his pillows, sunghoon groans again, his deep strokes hitting every right spot in your body. "let go for me y/n." he says, your body gives out, your whole upper half crashing against the soft material of his mattress as you coat his condom covered dick in your creamy white substance. sunghoon stills his movements, finishing inside the condom before pulling out. taking it off of him and twisting it before tossing it in the mini trash can by his bed.

putting his boxers back on and laying himself beside you. pulling you into an embrace as he put his tshirt over your body. the room is no longer filled with a sexual atmosphere, a piercing silence filling the air.

"we didn't fully revise your paper.." sunghoon speaks up, your head resting against his panting chest. you let out a loud laugh, playfully swatting at his shoulder, "god hoon! you just fucked the living life out of me and your already all books and brains again!" "sorry sorry." he chuckles.

"mm it's okay we can revise it tomorrow." you murmur. "after you let me take you out on a date—?" you nod and place a kiss on his lips in agreement.

"you know sunghoon.. i really didn't expect you'd have it in you.." you whisper, eyes half lidded. "what? you thought i was a whimpering virgin who's never felt the touch of a woman—?"

"that's exactly what i thought."

[joshuamj]

Hnnnnnghghhghgh iam having a moment <- (has seen so much awesome art and is inspired to draw more and improve and learn, but has so little time)

[the-weatherperson]

Biked to the lubrary and not only did they have neither House of Leaves OR This Is How You Lose The Time War, but i also COMPLETELY FORGOT TO PRINT THE PAPER I WENT THERE FOR IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!

[castielthinkr]

SMOOCHES

op81 x fem!reader cw fluff, established relationship (sorry lily), idk how mclaren works behind the scenes so ts is all made up lol, title will prob change i hate it

summary oscar can't race without his good luck charm notes this is my first time venturing into f1 fics but im manifesting an oscar win later (also i'm classing this as a birthday fic happy early birthday osc!!!)

his ten-minute warning comes from someone he doesn't see at first, along with a question about his teammate's whereabouts (he answers with a shrug - if lando isn't in the garage then he could be just about anywhere). aside from the shrug, he doesn't respond to the poor woman decked out in an orange polo, who repeats herself with a timid, "oscar?" to ensure he's listening. he nods, but his focus is far from the race.

his focus is on you. or, rather, on how he can't find you.

you'd disappeared an hour or two ago, calling back over your shoulder something about grabbing a coffee. he knows you've gone to someone else's hospitality - you're notorious throughout mclaren for hating the coffee they serve. oscar doesn't see how its any different to anything else that's served, but who is he to say anything?

since the two of you had started dating way back when he was in the junior categories, before apline and his f2 days back at prema, you'd always given him a kiss before he raced. it started out innocently, with gentle brushes of your lips against his cheeks, then gradually drifted towards kisses on his lips. occasionally, when he's had a rough time in practice or qualifying, you'll give him a sweet kiss on his forehead.

oscar swears down to lando and zak and the rest of the team and anyone who'll listen, really, that this little tradition of yours brings him good luck. after all, on the odd occasion you can't make it to a race, he tends to bottle.

whether it's a coincidence or not, he doesn't want to risk it. which is why, right now, he's frantically texting you about where you are.

you don't respond 'til the five-minute mark, when he's started asking around the garage in a panic (not really a panic, but as close to one as any of them have ever seen him). his phone dings, then again, and dings for a third time, and his heart soars.

OSC IM SORRY THERE WAS A QUEUE got my coffee, omw back do not sit your ass in that car without me istg

wouldn't dream of it, he responds. you might need to hurry though, they've told me five minutes already

you respond with a simple, dignified, fuck, and appear a minute or so later in the garage. you're panting, a little red in the face, and there's coffee dripping down the side of the paper cup you're holding.

he's never been more relieved to see you.

he asks the person coaxing him towards the car to "just wait, please," and turns towards you. you stop in front of him, breathless and smiling, a sheen on your face from the humidity and your race back to the garage. "made it." he gives you a very oscar smile (the epitome of a polite cat, as his fans say), and squishes your cheeks with his hands as he pulls you in for a kiss.

your lips meet his, and its soft. it's gentle and soft and all very you and oscar, but still somewhat rushed and anxious, with a little adrenaline sprinkled on top. he pulls away first, as he usually does, and grabs his helmet from someone. you help him put it on, slapping the visor down and laughing when he pushes it back up and glares at you.

you place another kiss on the top of his helmet once he's in the car, just for good luck.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Seeing Stars 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Summary: You struggle to be star struck by the world's most famous super soldiers. (grumpy!short!reader)

Note: Guess this is happening.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The lights, the noise, the crowd, it's all a bit much. You move out of the way of another Red, or, Black Widow cosplayer only to nearly bump into a rather short but broad Thor. At least, you think you have those right. You don't know. Bonita is more into this stuff. You're more here for moral support, or more realistically, to carry her bags.

Didn't she tell you she was trying to cut down her spending? You've already tallied up more than you'd spend on groceries on a single poster and a bobblehead hero. Which one was that? The one with the metal arm…

You jostle against Bonita to keep from brushing against a stranger. You're not much for human contact as it is, but you'd rather it be here than that guy in the Spiderboy outfit doing twirls. You can respect the passion but it's all over the top. Someone's going to get hurt.

"Alright, signature time!" Bonita claps her hands and leads you over to a long queue behind a velvet cord. A man in black asks for her VIP pass. She shows it and you see the not so subtle total on the receipt; $500! That's robbery. These Stark Industries-issued heroes don't need all that.

You keep your grumbles to yourself and cross your arms to follow her. The man stops you too. You reel back and give him a glower.

"Relax, I'm carrying milady's things," you raise the bag and bobblehead. "I'm not interested in having a class photo."

"Please, sir, she's not really into any of this," Bonita adds with a cute smile. He considers her and drops his shoulders. He waves you through.

You shuffle along with the line of bodies. You lean to the side as you try to see the front. It zigzags back and forth. You're going to be here forever.

"Why couldn't Mo come with again?" You drone.

"Because he's a butthead," she whines. "Couldn't even pay me back for getting the tickets on pre-sale so he can miss out!"

"I didn't pay either," you mutter.

"Yes, but you're more fun. My brother's spoiled. He deserves it."

You nod and move with her as the queue shifts again. It's easy for her to come out and spend all this money. She still lives at home. You're not judging her but she also doesn't seem ashamed of it either. As happy as you'd been when you got out on your own, you sometimes wonder what it'd be like to have people to fall back on.

"It's going to be so cool. I got a photo with both of them! EEEEE!" Her squeal has you touching your earlobes.

"Both of them," you nod dully.

"Captain America and the Winter Soldier," she exclaims and claps her hands. "Do you think they'll like my outfit?"

You look her up and down. She wears a star-spangled corset and a red and white striped skirt. She's like an excitable flag. You shrug. "It's cute, but you must be cold in here," you peer up at the high-ceilings and the fans swirling the air around.

"Nope! Too excited," she assures you.

"Cool."

You might not be into any of this but you try to be a supportive friend. Bonita's a bit flighty but she's not a bad person. Really, you admire how into things she gets. You have your things but she's about as interested in those as you are in super soldiers.

She chatters on about the photo. Do you think they'll sign it too? Oh, she needs to put it right above her desk. Obviously, it's going to be her phone background. You nod and peer around vaguely.

She thrives in place likes these. Bright, loud, and chaotic. You'll take something warm to drink and a book. She'll join you if you throw in some face masks and the like.

It's more than hour before you're in sight of the front table. Your feet hurt from standing mostly in one spot. You stretch your neck one-way than the other as you near the head of the line. You stand right by the stanchion where the cord opens.

Someone emerges from behind the curtain and you have to quickly step out the bouncing soldier's way. Is it considered stolen valour or an homage? As you move, your elbow hits someone else and you spin to face the unexpected figure.

"Oh," the man catches your elbow as you look up at him. Dark beard, dark hair past his chin, wide shoulders, and straight posture. His blue eyes seem familiar. "Sorry, miss. I'm just trying to get back to my station."

You sidle closer to Bonita as she gasps. The man brushes his fingertips down your sleeve as he passes and heads for the table. He stops to speak with the person handing out merch then proceeds behind the curtain where the flashes have been steadily flickering behind.

"Gosh, can you believe that?"

"Believe what?" You stare after him.

"That was him. Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier," she exclaims. You blink at her and she scoffs.

"God, you're so lame. I can't believe you had no idea."

"I dunno," you pop your shoulders up and down. "Not my thing but that's cool."

"Oop!" She hops on her toes as the person at the table calls for the next in line, "that's me."

"Have fun," you say as you move aside with her haul.

She skips up to the table and shows her phone again. She takes the SWAG they offer her as they explain the next step and point behind the curtain. As she disappears behind it, you hear her squeal. You wonder if super soldiers have super hearing. That must've hurt.

You sway as you wait. Your name cuts through the air as you space out staring at a banner and you look over as Bonita waves from behind the curtain. You hesitantly cross the floor, expecting to be stopped.

"They want you to join!" She says.

"What?" You stop a foot away from her head as it appears to float between the curtains.

"Sure. They said why not? Since you waited in line."

"Oh, no that's… fine. I'll stay out here."

"Come on," she huffs and grabs your wrist, dragging you through. "Here she is!"

You step through and scan the space. There's the photographer patiently waiting behind the camera. Across from the lens, two large men stand with smiles that you can tell are all for show. This is a paid appearance for them.

"Hey, how about it?" The blond asks and beckons you over.

"I guess if you want me too, Bonnie," you say to your friend without acknowledge the man you know to be Captain America.

She brings you over with her and stands you between her and the brown-haired sidekick. Bucky steps closer and you wince as his hand goes to your lower back. You suppose it's normal given that you're getting photos but you want nothing more than to growl at him.

"Alright, everyone set?" The photographer looks at the camera and adjusts the lens. "Smile."

The flash goes as you refuse to follow orders. You're not much on smiling. You stand there like a mannequin as your vision speckles from the light.

"Oh, Steve, um, will you pick me up for the next one?" Bonita asks. You cringe and step away from Bucky's hand. He looms close as you squirm.

"Sure," Steve accepts breezily. He lifts her with no effort at all as you give a skeptical look.

"How about you?" Bucky touches your arm again and you draw away reflexively.

"No thanks," you curl your shoulders inward as you try to shrink down. "I'm good."

"Alright," the photographer says, "everyone together."

"Um, I think I'm going to step out, actually--"

Too late. Bucky puts his arm over your shoulders and crowds you as Bonita poses in Steve's arms. Your eyes round in horror and the camera blinds you again. She's really going to owe you for this one.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

older sugar daddy!anakin who's paying for your postgrad, just cuddles you after a long day of studying 😩

TW: none really, just fluff and soft praises cause bunny loves dilf!ani :3

Author's note: I love you, give me more..let your fantasy free. Also, today's my birthday, when it's posted, I'm sleeping (thanks to the queue). But I want to thank YOU for this year. In September, I celebrated without all you knowing probably, my one year on this app. One year. Year ago, I'd not even imagine that one of my dreams would come true - to post MY work, something people will enjoy..you guys made it real and for that I thank you so much! Hugging all 622 of you!!! <3333333

It had been one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. Your brain was fried from the constant cycle of lectures, readings, and assignments. The textbooks in front of you blurred whenever you tried to focus on yet another chapter of dense material, so it was no use.

You felt drained—mentally and emotionally. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about postgrad for a little while.

The soft click of the apartment door opening snapped you out of your haze. You heard the familiar shuffle of Anakin’s shoes being kicked off, his expensive, cashmere-wool blend coat draped over the chair. Before you even had the chance to look up from your mountain of notes, he was beside you, his presence filling the room with warmth and comfort you so much craved at the moment

"Hey," he greeted quietly, his deep voice gently vibrating in your ear. He could immediately sense the tension around you, see the exhaustion written all over your profile side. Without asking, he leaned down to kiss your burning temple that was heated up from way too much information for one day

Not taking your tired eyes from the whatever you were trying to focus on, your nostrils could pick up the familiar scent of him—clean, warm, with a hint of vanilla and cinnamon

Dear heavens..

"Long day?" he asked softly, his large hand coming to rest on your shoulder, thumb gently brushing the back of your neck. You closed your eyes at the contact - it felt so good, to just being able to feel the all the stress and tension slowly melt down your spine

Well, Anakin's hands were magic. In every way. They could tear you apart, pull you back together and make you beg for more. Yet today, you were way too tired to beg him to do anything

"You have no idea," you sighed, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned into his touch. “It feels like this coursework is never-ending.”

Anakin’s lips curled into a soft, understanding smile as he tilted his head, studying your tired expression. "You’ve been at it for hours. I can tell." He glanced at the textbooks, notebooks, and laptop scattered around you. It was impressive, to say the least, but even him knew you needed to slow down "You need a break."

Before you could protest, Anakin was already moving. He gently closed your laptop, setting it aside along with your textbooks, making sure they were out of reach so you wouldn’t be tempted to keep working. At first it brought you a quicker heartbeat, to see him just so casually act like it when you still had so much to do “Come here,” he murmured, reaching out to you. "You’ve done enough for today."

Yet, you didn’t hesitate. As tired as you were, the moment he opened his arms, you were drawn to him like a magnet. You slid into his embrace, sinking into his broad chest as he wrapped you up in the warmth of his body.

Your cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his sweater, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. It was grounding, a gentle reminder that you weren’t alone in all of this. He was here, as he always was, making everything seem a little less overwhelming.

“You’re working too hard, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice tender as he massaged your scalp before gently threaded his long fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face. "You need to rest."

You sighed, sinking further into his embrace. Dammit, if he keeps it up, you'll fall asleep "I just want to get through this semester." you confessed

Anakin pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before his hand moved to caress your back “And you will. You always do.” His voice was filled with quiet confidence, the kind of unwavering belief in you that never failed to make your heart swell.

“You’ve been taking care of everything else,” Anakin murmured after a long moment of quietness, his voice a soft rumble in your ear. “Now let me take care of you.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, overwhelmed by how much his simple presence soothed you. He always knew when to step in, offering comfort without needing to ask for anything in return. It wasn’t about money or gifts—this, right here, was what made him your anchor. The way he could make you feel safe and cherished, no matter how heavy the world felt on your shoulders.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest. You pressed your face further into him, breathing him in, the scent of him calming your racing thoughts. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"You’ll never have to find out," he replied softly, kissing the top of your head. "I’ve got you."

You shifted slightly, your legs curling up as you snuggled deeper into him, finding the perfect spot in his lap. His hand gently cradled the back of your head, fingers sliding through your hair with a touch so tender it made your heart flutter.

"I’m not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night."

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[nondelphic]

Where I’ve Been and the Future of nondelphic

TLDR; I’m coming back to this blog.

I’m so nervous to post this I literally had to take a nervous shit after drafting this post just THINKING about posting it but uhhh…

Long time no see!

It’s been well over 3 months since I posted regularly on this account. I never intended to take a break, but I got overwhelmed.

I started this account in the middle of August of 2024 with a very specific niche that, if you have seen my posts before, will recognise. 

Honestly, it started mostly as a distraction from my real-life problems. I’d began writing again last spring after a long time of writing block due to anxiety, depression, and getting used to my anti-depressants. Suddenly, I went from not being able to get out of bed to being able to get out of bed just to write. It became an escape. Just like writing fanfiction used to be when I was a pre-teen.

Through that, I rediscovered how much I actually love writing and creating. And when that happened, I also started craving community. I’ve never really had writing friends (the few I had were short-lived), and I found myself missing that connection.

That’s kind of where this blog came in. It was an experiment, not something I intended to take seriously. Just a low-effort, continuous space online that wasn’t too personal but could resonate with a wide diaspora of writers. Somewhere people could see themselves in my posts.

I’ve always been in fandom or hobby spaces online in some form—grew up in a developing tech society with zero internet safety guidance, so my relationship with social media is honestly decent, all things considered. But in recent years I’d mostly been a consumer rather than a creator. And I missed that. The active partaking. The sense of community. The external validation from like-minded strangers (very Gen Z of me, I know).

And also, it gave me something to do over summer, which is the worst time of year for me. I’ve struggled with seasonal depression for years, and writing got me through the worst days of my summer uni break. But it also stirred up so many thoughts and ideas I wanted to share.

So I committed to not only starting a blog about writing, but updating it continuously, with a fixed set of posts to be posted everyday. 

Part of the experiment was personal, but another part was professional. As someone studying and working in media and social media (amongst other things), I know how algorithms work. I understand how consistency, timing, and frequency affect reach and engagement. So I also wanted to test a theory—that’s not really a theory—that if you just post a lot, at the same time, every day, you’ll see growth.

And it worked. I gained over 4,000 followers in just six months.

Numbers aren’t everything, but I won’t pretend it wasn’t validating. Especially when I’d never had a following before. People were engaging, reblogging, sending kind messages. I felt seen, and I felt like what I was making had value.

It was also fascinating to experience it from both sides, both as the creator and as the media nerd in the background mentally noting what worked, what flopped, and why.

Everything was going great.

So why did I disappear?

Well, first of all, my seasonal depression carried on to constant depression and major social anxiety during autumn and into winter. I slept all day. Didn’t go to school. Could barely leave my apartment to go grocery shopping. All I did was write and update this blog. Make sure I had enough posts queued for the coming week. 

I had some visible breaks on this blog which I always announced. “sorry can’t post rn i’m stressed need time to update my queue”. Which was true, and I felt proud of myself for being transparent about it.

But the more my following grew and the more people interacted with me, the more I started doubting myself. I don’t know if it was my anxiety, depression or probable ADHD being the culprit of this, or just plain old imposter syndrome, but I started dreading opening tumblr.

I love coming up with post ideas for people to go “omg are you inside my brain rn?” or “I love your blog, your posts make me feel seen,” and I’ve had nothing but positive experiences with everyone visiting this blog. Yet, with the growing eyes on this page, I just felt this impending fear that someday it will all be gone.

So I do what I’ve always had a habit of doing! I self-destructed. And left this blog with the excuse (to myself) to work on myself and come back stronger.

And I guess that sorry excuse has kinda come true, although at the time, I was lying to myself. This post is literally me announcing I’m coming back. But back when I abandoned this blog, I, with a heavy heart, was really planning on not coming back. The more the weeks, and then months stretched on without opening tumblr, a growing guilty conscience brewed inside of me.

I’d open the app, stare at the little icon, and immediately close it again. I didn’t know how to explain myself without it sounding dramatic or like I was attention-seeking. And the longer I waited, the harder it got to come back.

Because what do you even say after months of radio silence on a blog that wasn’t supposed to mean this much to you in the first place?

But the thing is it does mean something. And even when I tried to let it go, I kept thinking about it. I’d see something funny and think, “that would make a good nondelphic post.” I’d draft ideas in my nondelphic ideas google docs, fully knowing I wasn’t posting them, but unable to turn off that part of my brain that wanted to connect with other writers, other people who got it.

I ghosted my own blog. And I won’t pretend I had a huge dramatic epiphany or breakthrough that led me back here. Just the quiet realization that I missed it. And I have better routines now. And expectations. That make it impossible for me to turn into the same all-or-nothing approach to this blog I had during my darkest days. Don’t worry, I’m still deeply insecure, anxious and depressed, so my self-deprecating posts will continue as scheduled! But I’ve found other coping mechanisms that don’t rely on…….. Tumblr’s algorithms.

I don’t need to be 100% healed or consistent or perfect to post. And everyone who has sent me a message during the time I’ve been away that I’ve been too scared to reply to has assured me of exactly that. Maybe I can just… come back. A little softer. A little slower. A little more human.

I’m not sure what the future of this blog looks like exactly. I don’t have a new “post 10 times a day” strategy lined up. But I do know I want to write again. I want to talk to you again. I want to rebuild what I tore down with my silence. Not out of pressure or expectation, but because I want to.

So this is me, stepping back into it. One foot in the door. No grand promises, just a little wave from the threshold.

Hi again.

I’m coming back soon. How soon? I think it’s best to not make any promises, but I’ve committed to coming back now, so I’m still gonna promise “soon.”

Also, genuinely thank you. To everyone who reached out in my DMs or sent something to my ask box while I was gone: I read every single message. Even if I didn’t respond, I saw you. My heart felt so big reading your well wishes and worries. Like genuinely, I didn’t know this little corner of the internet could hold so much kindness. So thank you, from the bottom of my stupid overwhelmed heart.

See you soon ♡

xoxo nondelphic

Ps. I’m gonna write another post over on @rebellenotes in the near future for anyone curious about what I’ve been up to in the last few months.

[fayes-fics]

Ruination: I

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Sequel to Rescue & Ruin. Meeting Anthony at midnight in the grounds of Aubrey Hall would only ever have one outcome...

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI. Innocence/corruption kink, breast/nipple play, guided/assisted masturbation, frottage, orgasms.

Word Count: 2.0k

Author's Note: Request fill for @corpseoftrees-queen, who requested a sequel to Rescue and Ruin almost two years ago now. Sorry that it's taken me so long to write this. As partial recompense, there will be at least one more fic to accompany this (hence the 'I' in the title). Beta read by the amazing @colettebronte. Enjoy! <3

It’s just after midnight as you escape silently out of a side door of Aubrey Hall. Furtively moving only amongst the shadows as you make your way towards the lake, shimmering beguilingly in the bright moonlight—doing your very best not to be seen by any possible prying eyes. You want no one to know of your scandalous plans. 

To meet one Viscount Bridgerton out here under the stars and all the tempting things he offers. 

You know if you are found out, it will be your ruin…. And yet you are powerless to do anything but. Moving as if your feet are possessed, a fever that has been coursing through you since your exhilarating encounter mere hours ago.

Thus, butterflies in your tummy, you edge along the dense, high bushes, looking for the gap you vaguely recall emerging from. Suddenly, a strong arm wraps around you, yanking you backwards through the thick foliage; before you can even squeak, another hand clamps over your mouth.

“Shh, do not be alarmed,” he dusks into your ear instantly, and immediately your body blooms.

Anthony.

All six feet of him pressed against your back, the smooth leather of his boots brushing your bare calves, his hand hot through your cotton nightgown where he grips tightly around your waist.

“I knew you would not disappoint,” he declares, the hand over your mouth releasing, slipping lower, fingers dancing over your collarbone. “Such intense curiosity, needing sating.”

Something in his tone is decadent, tastes of rebellion and desire, thick and honeyed like treacle. You want everything he is willing to offer, consequences be damned.

“Sate me,” you beseech, twisting to nuzzle his jaw, throwing all caution to the wind.

He makes a sound that is almost a growl, his fingers curling into your belly.

“Oh sweet one, you have no idea of what you speak….” His cadence is throatier and breathy. “But it would be my complete pleasure to teach you some. Perhaps not all,” he concedes. “I am a gentleman, after all,” he offers without a trace of irony it deserves. “Just enough to make you insatiably… enthusiastic.”

You feel the curve of his cheek as he smiles against your temple, the hand at your clavicle tracing lower, inching over your skin until it skirts the neckline of your nightgown.

“What say you?” He queues and you realise he is waiting, waiting for you to give him your permission.

“Please….” You rag and inhale sharply as his fingers slip under the cotton.

He teases your areola with the barest of grazes, but it still has you shuddering. Your skin their puckering tightly

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, sounding pleased, stoking a molten fire somewhere deep inside.

The hand at your waist smears heavily upwards over your ribcage, rucking the gown over your knees until it, too, slips inside your neckline. Both hands now tease featherlight circles around your nipples, which is at once too much and somehow also not enough. 

“More….” 

It’s a panted whisper that slips from your lips unbidden as you close your eyes and sag back against him.

“Greedy little thing,” he chuckles, but it seems to spur him on.

He abruptly pinches your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers; the sharp spike of sensation makes you gasp. A lighting bolt zips down between your legs. A throb there as he releases them that would cause you consternation, were it not so so good.

Anthony hums gently, more than a little cocky, as his teeth nip your earlobe.

“That’s it, you love that?”

You moan as he does it again, changes pressure, twisting his grip so his warm hands cup the curve of your breasts, cradling them as you begin to writhe against him instinctively. 

“Wrap your hands around my neck, sweet one,” he commands gently. “Lean into that exquisite feeling.”

And so you do: eyes still closed as you raise your arms and blindly loop them around his neck, tendrils of the hair at his nape tickling your wrist bones as you lock your fingers together, if nothing else, an anchor for your weakening legs.

“Gooood,” he elongates the word so it drips into your ear.

You undulate into his hands, sighing every time he teasingly retreats his fingers a fraction away, you tilting to chase his touch.

“You are so perfect,” he groans, pinching a little harsher this time so you vocalise, wanting him to do this forever, never to stop.

He nudges your cheek until his lips meet yours, and then fireworks explode behind your closed lids as he kisses you. Deeply, all-encompassing, his tongue invading, swiping yours in sync with his finger staccatoing your nubs. You moan wantonly into his mouth, unable not to, awash in novel sensation.

“Do you think you could reach a peak just like this?” He breathes right into your open mouth, licking along the jagged edge of your teeth covetously.

“I do not know what that means,” you confess with hushed honesty, your eyes fluttering open to his hungry stare piercing your soul. Only knowing there is something hot and urgent rising in your body—dangerous, luscious, addictive.

“They teach you young ladies nothing,” he condemns before tugging both of your nipples harshly forward, a sharp metallic zing blooming on your tongue as you buck into him as the slightly rough treatment just heightens your yearning. “And yet… look how much you need it without even knowing.”

Lightheaded already, you cannot believe that just his hands inside your nightgown could make you feel like this. But suddenly, they are gone, and you cry out on instinct, the loss acute, hardened, peaked nipples rasping the fabric.

“Take off your gown,” Anthony tutors, unlinking your hands from around his neck and taking a step back.

Scrambling to obey, you cross your arms and rapidly tug the material up and off without a second thought, just so very keen for him to assuage that deep ache. A dampness between your thighs that is slick, viscous.

You can hear his laboured breathing as he slowly prowls a circle around you, his gaze seeming like a heavy robe even as your flesh erupts with goosebumps in the swirl of cool night air. Scrunching your toes into the damp grass to stop you from swaying, an anticipatory jangling in your nerves for what he will do next. 

He comes to a halt in front of you. 

“Look at me.”

You tilt up your chin at his soft order, meeting his eyes; the intensity and beauty steal your breath. His darkened pupils reflect the bright moon, his cheekbones in stark relief.

“Do you wish to know more?”

You bite your lip and nod vigorously, locking your knees at the velvety tone he employs.

With a hungry noise, he hauls you into his arms, your chest colliding with the stiff cotton of his shirt, a hard bulge pressing into your belly through his tickly woollen britches as once again he kisses you. Stealing your breath, plundering your mouth. A thrill zipping over your skin, like you are caught out in a thunderstorm. He hunches down, hands sliding down to grasp your buttocks firmly; you squeak over his lips as he pulls you up onto tiptoes, rutting slightly against you.

“Sweet one, I crave to ruin you. Ruin you in ways so you would never even think to look at another man,” he warns darkly, and it sounds like just the fire you want to burn in.

But then he stills, as if muzzling himself and sighs heavily into your neck, breath hot and moist.

“Alas, ‘tis not fair to do such, even if I burn to…” 

It sounds like regret and yearning all at once. You whimper, hankering for something you know you need even without knowing what it is—-an elusive eden just beyond your grasp.

“I want you to.”

You entreat, moving your hands from the anchor of his shoulders to cup his jaw, bringing his conflicted gaze to meet yours. 

“Ruin me, Viscount Bridgerton.”

Your bold beseechment flips a switch in him, and he snarls, his nostrils flaring. Before you know it, you are swept off your feet and placed on your back on the cool, dewy grass, the moon almost dazzling over his shoulder.

He hovers over you on all fours, eyes raking over your form as if deciding what to do next. 

After a moment, a light seems to go off behind his captivating eyes, and he grabs your wrist and guides a hand down towards the apex of your thighs.

“Touch yourself,” he implores.

Somehow, you know without asking what he means. A throb that demands attention. Without hesitation, your fingers plough into your slit, and you are taken aback by how swollen you are there, how soaked your flesh is. Your body cants up, a moan escaping as you swipe over a hardened nub, a riot running through every cell at this mere brush.

Anthony groans, and his hand closes over yours, guiding your movement. You can feel his fingertips between your swollen lips, even if it’s your own pad pressed against that bundle of nerves.

He mutters a curse and presses more insistently, puppeting your hand like a sinful marionette, noises from between your legs that sound filthy but only seem to make him more desperate, lowering himself to rhythmically press that swelling into your thigh. 

“That’s it, chase it, my sweet,” he encourages, a baritone rumble that seems to echo from his ribcage into yours.

You spiral higher, your breath harsh pants, your muscles twitching, somewhere inside clenching as if it needs something to grip onto.

“Do not fucking stop,” he urges through clenched teeth, his desperation and crude language ratcheting you higher, a heat boiling in your veins.

Your digits are just passive under his now, letting him direct your pleasure; be the one to push you beyond, even if the touch is indirect.

Then, a dam breaks within you, and your whole body goes tense as moisture gushes from within, coating your fingers and his. You explode into a thousand tiny fragments and snap back together, heart pounding, every nerve afire. Calling out so loud, his other hand briefly clamping over your mouth again, muffling your hoarse cries that echo above the trees into the night sky. He gruffs for you to hush but in a tone laced with pride in what he has wrought.

As you float somewhere among the twinkly stars above, your lungs still heaving, he guides your slack, soaked fingers up to his face and plunges them between his hot lips, his moans vibrating your fingernails. 

In a partial daze, detached but mesmerised at how untamed he is, you watch him chasing his pleasure now—sucking your fingers so hard, repeatedly rutting into your thigh over and over until his whole body tenses. There is a ripple against your quad as he collapses over you, your fingers buried deep in his mouth, a warm, sticky bloom seeping through the wool of his trousers as he collapses over you.

“Anthony…” you appeal softly after a few moments, his weight almost too much to bear and with a grunt, he rolls to one side, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into an embrace as you lay on your sides.

“I do believe I have not soiled my britches as such since I was a teen; look what you have wrought from me,” he contends.

There is a brief moment when you fear you have wronged him, but then you catch his eye and see nothing but a twinkle of mischief and a handsome smirk. He is teasing you.

“There’s just something about you….” he hums, his knuckles caressing your cheekbone, the scent of your arousal still potent on his hand as you nudge into his touch. “You bring out the very best…. and very worst… in me. It took all I had not to ruin you right here,” he smiles, leaning down to claim a brief, soft kiss.

“I am not yet ruined, my lord?” you frown, and that makes him chuckle.

“Oh, we are just getting started, sweet one,” his silky voice laden with promise. “And I will be here again, midnight tomorrow, waiting for you. And for as many nights as you wish it…”

And what a beguiling idea that is.

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[jlheon]

𝓒𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐉𝐘

(𝓹airing) — sjy x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓷eighbors to lovers ; fluff & hs au (𝔀ordcout) three-thousand one-hundred 𝓹eng's note. america core oops 🦅 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. a sequence of events from your and jake’s senior year

꣑୧ 𝓶𝐨��𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

01. new hair

it’s the first day of the new school year. you’re tired but less than what you’ve been in previous years.

this year, you can finally say goodbye to the early bus rides and even longer rides home.

your neighbor, sim jaeyun, has a car and parking and is willing to bring you to and from. you’ve never been so thankful for the blonde boy.

blonde? more like brunette boy now.

“you dyed your hair back?” you say as you walk up to the driver’s side of the car, he rolls down the window.

“yeah,” jake nodded. “what do you think?”

“it looks good…” you admire his new hair color and cut. “still a little dead though,” you reach through the window to touch his hair. his hair is still soft but there’s a hint of frailness from the rounds of bleach he’s been doing for nearly a year.

“maybe you could use that hair mask you always use on me?” he suggests.

“maybe.”

02. amusement park

this is the first and last time you will ever skip school. especially with sim jaeyun.

it’s his idea to ditch school and drive to the nearest amusement park, two hours away from your town.

“come on ____ie,” jake says as you buckle your seatbelt. “it’s SAT day for the juniors… we won’t be missing anything!”

“still! our parents are going to be called!” you argue.

“if they get mad at you, i’ll deal with them,” jake reassures you, putting a hand on your headrest while reversing out of your driveway. “the tickets are on me.”

“tickets?” you raise an eyebrow.

you and jake spend the whole day until sundown at the amusement park.

once you finally accept the fact you should be more laid back for senior year, you drag him from ride to ride. despite him being scared shitless of roller coasters he goes on them with you since he knows how badly you want to ride them.

the only condition is that he gets to hold your hand if he gets scared. which is inevitably the whole day, which he gets to use the excuse to hold your hand in queues.

he also holds your hand while walking around the park with the excuse of not wanting to lose you in the crowd.

as if there are a bunch of people on a random weekday. the only ‘crowd’ is just the families with children no older than five.

the only thing jake can confidently do is get you a giant plushie at one of the scam-like carnival game stands. which he carries around for the remainder of the day.

you hate to admit it but skipping was a good idea even though when you two return home both sets of your parents are waiting furiously on your front porch.

“it was my idea,” jake takes the blame as you peek out from behind him, holding his hand for comfort.

you both get grounded for a week and are forced to take the bus to and from school. that didn’t matter though because you both had fun that day.

03. sick day

one morning jake is surprised to see that when he pulls into your driveway that you aren’t waiting for him.

you’re so punctual and on time so it makes him worried. but he gives you the benefit of the doubt and sits in his car for ten minutes. maybe you're just running a little late.

when you don’t respond to his texts jake becomes more worried. he caves, gets out of his car, walks up your front steps, and rings the doorbell.

when you come to the door with messy hair and a pale face jake can already sense you’re sick and miserable.

“woah, are you okay?”

“sorry for not texting,” you sneeze. “i’m staying home today.”

“are your parents home?” jake asks, looking around your house behind you.

“no,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes.

“let me in.”

“but school starts in twenty, you’ll be late,” you try to push him out the door, though he’s stronger than you.

“let me take care of you,” he wraps his arms around your waist and carries you upstairs towards your room.

jake spends the day in your room giving you medicine, soup, and under the covers next to you. making sure he’s with you as you rest incase you need anything. not letting you get up at all unless you really must.

your parents come home to you and jake cuddled up on the couch.

to no one's surprise, your parents call jake’s parents and inform them about their son's whereabouts for the day.

jake does not get grounded for skipping that time.

꣑୧ 𝓪𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

01. after school nap

after a long day of test after test, each teacher trying to get one in before winter break, you’re exhausted.

walking up to jake’s car with dark circles and messy braids. ready to go home and crash on your bed to start your week-long break.

the frigid weather has you shivering as you approach the vehicle. your nose and cheeks flushed red from the cold.

“cold outside?” jake asks as you quickly shut the door and sink into the passenger’s seat. his car had been running for a couple of minutes now as he got let out early by his teacher.

“super,” you yawn, snuggling into your jacket.

the car is taken over by a comfortable silence. the only noises being the car engine and the wind outside. keeping his eyes on the road jake asks you a question.

“how were your tests?” he asks while turning the corner.

he gets no response, at the red light he glances over to see you sleeping soundly in the seat next to him.

when arriving at your house jake decides that you look too adorable and comfortable to wake you up just yet. he knows you’ve been studying hard the past week and barely sleeping. ten minutes is what he tells himself, he’ll wake you up in ten minutes.

ten minutes later jake has also fallen asleep.

you both nap in the heated car for god knows how long. then when a continuous taps on the window register in jake’s brain he opens his eyes to see it is already dark out. the digital clock reads three-quarters past five.

your mom is currently knocking on the driver’s side window.

“hi jaeyun,” she greets when he rolls down the window. “i think you two have been sleeping for too long.”

“yeah, i’m so sorry!” he apologizes. “i guess i fell asleep while i was waiting for her to wake up.”

“that’s alright,” your mother smiles at him. “just making sure you weren’t doing anything else in here!”

jake can’t help the heat creeping up his neck in embarrassment at the suggestion you two were doing something other than sleeping.

“how about you join us for dinner tonight!”

“i’d love to,” jake scratches the back of his neck. “i’ll bring her inside.” he looks over at your peaceful expression wondering how you didn’t wake up in the past couple of minutes.

02. passenger princess

“get out,” jake says when sunghoon climbs into the passenger’s seat of his car.

“what do you mean?” sunghoon replies, furrowing his bushy eyebrows. “you said you’re taking me home!”

“i am!” the australian boy retorts. “but you have to sit in the back.”

“why!” the younger boy whines, crossing his arms childishly.

“because the front seat is for ____,” jake explains, unlocking the door so sunghoon can exit.

“not fair,” sunghoon groans. “last time i checked she didn’t call shotgun.”

“well, she always sits next to me-” he’s cut off by the back door opening and you setting your backpack on the middle seat. “hey, don’t sit there. sunghoon was just about to move.”

“oh! okay!” you get up, looking at sunghoon innocently.

“fuck you,” the black-haired boy says under his breath. “i’m supposed to be your passenger princess.”

“hi hoon!” you sweetly greet him, he suddenly doesn’t feel too betrayed anymore.

“hey,” he says as he goes to the back seat, switching places with you.

you all buckle into the car and as jake backs out of the parking lot you reach over the console to plug your phone into the charger.

jake never lets me do that without asking! sunghoon thinks to himself.

you start fiddling with the car plane on his screen. selecting yourself as aux and playing your shared playlist with jake.

sunghoon notices that his phone is no longer an option for bluetooth on jake’s car and feels even more offended.

jake hums along to the songs you queue as you sing along while reapplying your lip tint in the pull-down mirror.

jake said he hates this song! sunghoon thinks again, cringing at how down bad his friend is for you.

when the trio arrives at sunghoon’s house he quickly gets out and bids goodbye to you only as you wave through the window as he walks up the steps to his front door.

jake soon receives a text from his best friend.

penghoon 🐧 : that was disgusting GET UPP i am your PASSENGER PRINCESS NOT HER ☹️☹️☹️💔💔💔

03. corsage

the friday before prom on the way home school school, jake can’t shake off the sad pout on your face. he feels as if there’s a small rain cloud thundering above your head that’s making your lips droop.

“what’s the matter?” jake asks gently as he sees your sad state.

“i don’t have a date to prom anymore,” your frown becomes stronger.

“what?” he asks with wide eyes. “did you just find out? prom is tomorrow night?”

“i know,” you slouch into your seat. “her boyfriend surprised her by flying in last night and now i don’t get to have a corsage like everyone else! neither do i have a ride…”

“i’ll pick you up,” jake offers. “i don’t have a date either.”

“thank you,” you say with a slight frown still on your face, though inside your relieved to know jake is going alone.

the next morning jake rushes to find a place that has a corsage just perfect for you and for him to match with.

unfortunately, he doesn’t know your dress color so he brings as many different colored ties with him when he picks you up. picking a white corsage so it can match with any color.

when you answer the door jake feels all the air being knocked from his lungs. you’re breathtaking. literally. he starts coughing and you pull him into your house and pat his back.

“where’s your tie?” you ask when he finally starts breathing normally again.

“i have multiple in my car,” he says bashfully. “i wanted to make sure we matched.”

jake quickly leaves to retrieve the ties and corsage.

when you spot the clear box with the pretty white flower that matches the one on his blazer you’re quick to nearly tackle him.

“oh my god! you got me a corsage!” you squeal hugging is neck tightly.

“anything for my prom date,” pats your head, careful to not mess up the hairstyle he knows you spent a good hour on.

04. third-wheel

“are we waiting for someone?” you ask as jake scrolls on his phone after you two have been sitting in the car for a couple of minutes now.

“yeah,” jake’s eyes drift from his phone to the back exit of the school, finally seeing the tall black-haired boy making his way towards the car. “we’re bringing riki home.”

“hey guys!!” the younger boy grins as he slides into the backseat.

“hi ki!” you smile at him in the rearview mirror. “do you want to come with me and jae to the café downtown? or are you busy?”

“i’m not busy!” riki has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, knowing that jake had told him to not get in the way of your study date.

alas, you’re the one who invited him, so jake cannot protest.

“oh! haha great!” jake says as he grips the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles turn white. luckily for him, that’s the least of your concerns as you stare at the way his veins have become more prominent. “the more the merrier!”

the three of you sit in a booth in the café. thankfully jake had kicked riki out of your side of the booth while you were in the bathroom. now jake was by your side doing his own homework as you both shared a slice of strawberry shortcake.

riki on the other hand sits at the opposite side of the table with his straw conveniently next to his mouth as he plays games on his phone.

“riki, don’t you have any homework?” you ask him as you look over at the gaming underclassmen.

“i did it in study hall,” he clarifies, eyes still glued to his screen like a giant ipad kid.

“i find that hard to believe,” jake whispers in your ear.

“be nice,” you nudge him, to which he shrugs.

you both go back to doing your work for a while until jake sees that you have one bite's worth of cake left. he knows you’ll argue with him and insist he eats it. so instead he silently picks it up with his fork and turns to you.

“____,” he says as he brings the utensil to your lips, waiting for you to get the whole piece before retracting his hand, “good?” he asks.

you nod your head as you finish chewing the cake. jake notices that some icing got stuck on the corner of your lips and wordlessly brings his thumb to your face to clean you.

you both stare at each other. the way your eyes sparkle when jake makes eye contact with you is mesmerizing. he dares to almost lean in until riki clears his throat.

“um, my mom says i have to be home for dinner soon.”

“oh yeah,” jake says as he awkwardly backs away. “let’s get you home.”

05. driver switch

you’ve been sitting around in jake’s car for about an hour now. you didn’t know he had practice today and he had only gotten to tell you after the buses left.

instead, he had you walk to the soccer field so he could give you his keys so you could wait in the car for him.

his teammates looked at him suspiciously when you approached.

“since when did you have a girlfriend?” heeseung, the soccer captain asks.

“that’s ____,” riki, an underclassman, interrupts, “jake’s neighbor he’s secretly in love with.”

“shut up,” jake shoves his shoulder as you were still walking close by.

“is that why you wouldn’t set me up on a date with her?” sunghoon pops up behind jake, startling him.

“maybe,” jake mumbles, taking the ball and kicking it along.

once practice is over jake walks to the parking lot with sunghoon and jay. he spots you from afar sitting in his car while reading a book.

he says goodbye to his friends who are quick to tease him and walks over to the car. knocking on the window so you let him open it.

“hi! how was practice?”

“tiring,” jake sighs, placing his bag in the back seat.

“seems like it,” you comment, “i’ll drive us home!”

“nah, it’s fine.”

“please! i never get to drive because i don’t have my own car,” you whine, “you’re clearly tired anyways.”

“it’s my car,” jake argues.

“but i have the keys!” you pout.

“just this once,” jake says while you both switch seats.

06. the date

after your almost kiss at the café, jake musters up the courage to bring you on a real date. the near kiss did everything to confirm that the pining he had been doing for you since the beginning of high school was mutual.

waiting for him to pick you up was seriously nerve-wracking. you kept telling yourself that this wasn’t new at all, which is true, and that it was just jake.

but that was exactly the problem.

you haven’t seen jake since he confessed to you and asked you out on a real date.

that was three days ago, the last day of school when he dropped you home after getting celebratory ice cream.

you’ve been in jake’s car with him more than a hundred times but today was different. you weren’t just driving to school or around town, you were going on a date with him.

at that fancy place, you both discussed going to back when you were just friends. scrolling through the menu on the website for a hypothetical meal turned into reality now.

“you look beautiful,” jake says when you walk downstairs.

of course, he went inside to talk to your parents beforehand. jake was nothing but a gentleman. he reaches for your hand and twirls you around once your feet touch the floor. he admires your dress with lovesick eyes and you think you might as well be dreaming right now.

you bid goodbye to your parents and walk hand in hand down to his car. jake reached to open the passenger door for you and made sure you were inside before closing it.

you fiddle with your necklace as jake starts the car, which he catches onto the awkward atmosphere quickly.

“are you nervous?” jake glances over at you.

“kinda- a lot actually,” you chuckle awkwardly. “it’s just kinda weird being in your car for the first time after we told each other we liked each other.”

“i get it,” jake nods his head before reaching over the console to take your shaking hand into his. “it’s just me.”

“that’s the thing,” you say. “of course i’m nervous jae, i like you, and now you know.”

“i like you too though and i’m also nervous,” he squeezes your hand. “this shouldn’t be any different from when we hang out! just don’t overthink it.”

“okay,” you feel yourself getting flustered, interlacing your fingers with his as he starts driving.

“at least we already know what we want to order!” jake laughs, recalling your late-night menu scrolling two weeks ago before either of you knew about the reciprocated feelings. “one less thing to be worried about.”

you finally let out a genuine laugh.

that night when jake walks you back to your door he does what riki interrupted you from doing. kissing you softly under the dim light provided by your porch light.

when you both finally pull away to see jake cutely pouting at the fact your night together is coming to a close.

“what’s wrong, yun?” you giggle, resting your hands on his chest.

“i don’t want to go home yet,” he says with a pout on his face. bringing you closer so your head rests on his chest as he holds you.

“maybe you can come inside?” you look up at him with hopeful eyes.

at the end of the night, you end up in your boyfriend’s arms.

[mackk122]

Tittle: Aquatinted (part 2)

Part One

Pairing~Lucius Verus Aurelius x Fem!Reader

WC: 24.k

Warnings~ smut;)

Summary~ part 2. (Younger Sister to the twin Emperors.As you are forced to sit and watch the games, a certain gladiator catches your attention.) Everything changes when you finally meet one another.

Notes: I’ve seen this movie 3 times already- I might have a problem.☺️ Also if there’s any spelling mistakes- ummmm….

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After the first games, you spent all night non-stop thinking of that gladiator Hanno.

“Ugh!” I huffed out.

I had to find a way to meet this man…

It was dangerous when the sun of Rome fell into the cool shades of the night. I covered my body in an old cloak, making sure to blend in when needed. I fast walked through the city until I reached the colosseum. Quickly and quietly I made my way into the building- determined. I dodged the guards searching for the cell he would be in, that’s when I heard a familiar voice speaking.

“Lucius..” A woman spoke.

As I turned the corner to hear more, I saw Lucilla inside the cell with Hanno… or who she believed to be her son Lucius. I was intrigued by this and continued to listen, he started yelling for her to leave and I took that as my queue as well.

‘This is interesting’ I thought to myself, following behind Lucilla.

She made her way back to her house, where I would make myself known.

“Lucilla!” I whispered. She turned around, her tear stained face looked scared now.

I walked out from behind the wall, hood still concealing my face.

“Lucilla… it’s me..” I spoke softy.

“Prin-“ she began to say.

“Shhh” I held my hand to my lips. A look of concern filled her eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Lucilla softly demanded.

“Is that gladiator, Lucius? Is he your son?” I whispered.

Her eyes widened, terrified of what was to happen next. “And if he was?” Her voice shaking.

“I- no worries my lips are sealed. He…I need to meet with him… Lucilla if there’s any way..” I pleaded, a noise from in the house stirred and I quickly left.

Lucilla breathed into the cool musk of Rome. Wondering why the Princess of Rome would want anything to do with a gladiator.

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*The next games*

As the day went on, your thoughts ran rampant. This was your chance to finally meet Hanno… or Lucius, you didn’t even know what was true anymore.

Everyone was sat, awaiting the sounds of the horns. The arena was filled with water and sharks. It was incredibly terrifying to see.

“Why sister, would you care for a swim?” Caracalla laughed.

“Idiot- she can’t swim” Geta side eyed Caracalla, before chuckling with him.

“Broth- Emperors… I shall like very much to meet the glorious victor from yesterday’s game” I smiled brightly.

“And why is that?” Geta looked annoyed at the idea of me even speaking.

“I believe it to be more exciting to meet him… after all he is the champion” I said innocently.

“If he lives” Geta replied.

“Oh how fun to watch him die, and see your wish not come true. WAR!! GIVE ME DEATH!” Caracalla spoke crazily.

I sighed and turned back to see Lucilla staring at me, I gave a small smile and she nodded.

The trumpets sounded and the games had commenced. Fighting brutally the boats had crashed into one another, men thrown over board were shark food and the fires of the sail filled the air of thick smoke. He fought hard, and as the boats hit the side of the wall, an arrow flew right past Geta and landed into the side of my chair, I watched as the gladiator tried to kill what seemed to be the General. I stared at him, eyes locking again. The look of disappointment and regret filled his eyes. I was confused until I felt the pain from my arm kick in, the arrow had grazed me and the cut bled down, dripping onto the floor. They ushered us out and got the games under control.

“Princess!” Lucilla reached for my arm.

“I’m fine, truly tis a scratch” I smiled.

“Emperors I would like to speak to those gladiators- find out who did this” I said sternly. Geta looked around breathing heavily at what just happened.

“Sister, the arrow struck you- Punishments will be made! Trying to shoot Us!” Geta started to shout. Caracalla had that crazy look in his eyes. From around the corner Macrinus calmly stepped up and walked the emperors down the hall, looking behind at me with a sly smile.

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The thought of the arrow almost killing the princess replayed in Lucius’s mind.

“Who shot that!” The angry guard spoke.

One by one the gladiators said it was them.

“If it was me with the arrow, it would have found its way to you” Lucius spoke to the guard, before walking away.

As Lucius made his way into his cell to rest, he could here heavy footsteps approaching, assuming it was either a guard or Macrinus, he didn’t bother looking up from where he lay.

“Gladiator!” I said loud and stern. Lucius sat up, and his eyes widened a bit, not expecting the princess to be down here in a place like this.

“Princess…” he spoke dull. The keys in my hand jingled as I unlocked his cell door. I could feel his eyes burning through me, I quickly walked into where he was sitting.

Closing the door behind me, “Am I so awful you try to kill me before we could even speak?” I joke trying to diffuse the awkward tension.The blood still down my arm.

“The General…” his said blunt staring at my arm.

“Ah- For a warrior your aim, ‘tis not very good” I chuckled slightly looking down at my arm. “At last-“ I began to speak.

“Why are you down here?” He said confused, now standing up and slowly walking towards me. And yet I don’t move away.

“What is your real name? Hmm? Are you Lucius son of Lucilla or are you Hanno a slave from Romes raging war?” I look up at him, his body was an arms reach away. His face hardened at my question.

“I know not who I am, but I know the general and his armies will pay, and then your brothers..” his voice was calm yet vicious.

“And yet you still have not answered me” I walked past him deeper into the cell. I looked around, still feeling that burning stare.

“Your mother is a great friend of mine” I sighed. “We both want freed from this nightmare that has plagued Rome and its people.” I turned to look at him now. I could see debate in the face he made, most likely deciding whether or not to try and trust me.

“Right” he spoke.

“Hmm” I hummed out.

“Well I best not keep you, as you need rest, and I shall need to bandage myself ” I smiled and began to walk past him.

“Wait-“ he lightly grasped my wrist, “ I’m truly sorry for that arrow hitting you” his eyes had a soft remorse within them.

“I know, I saw in the arena” I smiled. “Well I shall see you tomorrow then, after all I should get to know the man who shot me” I chuckled. Lucius smiled at the remark, He assumed all of Rome was evil but he was wrong.

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The days would pass and the princess and Lucius would meet in secret. They shared their lives and their passions. And each time she was about to leave, the longing from both filled the cell with thick tension and yet no one acted on it…

The keys in my hand jingled slightly, trying to keep quiet. It was the night before the third game, and I was worried if Lucius was going to survive.

“Lucius?” I whispered through the door.

“Carissima” he spoke softy leaning against the cell, each arm hanging out, face close enough to feel each other’s breath.

“You flatter me” a slight blush on my cheeks. I smiled a his words ‘Dearest’ the nickname earned after the second night of our meetings.

“Well Lucius… hopefully we don’t get caught” I said with a sly smirk.

“Oh?” His eyes blazing.

“Come with me…” I looked up and slightly pushed the door, he took the hint and stepped back.

“Leave..? Are you trying to kill me now?” His eyes widened, and yet he chuckled.

“We just can’t get caught” I grabbed his hand and lead him to a dark corridor, I picked up speed and we were running through the moonlight of Rome. I came to a halt once we made it to the palace.

“This is how you get revenge for a scratch carissima?” His shoulder gently bumped mine.

“Shhh… and I figured a change of scenery would be good for you… unless you want to go back to a cold lonely cell?” I said looking around innocently.

“Lead the way” he spoke. I grabbed his hand and took him through hidden doors and eventually we made it to my room.

“This is where I stay” I let go of his hand, and turned to smile. I was surprisingly shy at the thought of a man in here let alone the man, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with. He walked over to my bed, feeling the soft fabrics and carvings of the bed frame.

“Fancy..” he jested sensing I was a bit nervous.

“Too fancy” I smiled back, making my way over. “Promise me you wont die tomorrow!” I blurted out. My eyes widened in embarrassment.

He took my hand, “I cannot… But I promise to fight for you.” He took a step closer, still holding my hand, he gave it a soft kiss.

“Lucius” I whispered looking up at his face. “I can’t loose you” I took a deep breath.

“I’m right here carissima” He bent his face down slightly, looking from my eyes to my lips. It felt like we were the only people on this world at the moment and i never wanted it to end.

“Lucius” I said again at a loss for words. My voice was breathy, and our bodies kept getting closer.

“Princess… I don’t think you know what you do to me… when you say my name like that” Lucius said with such raw lust. All I could do was look in his eyes, until he closed the gap between us.

The kiss was light, as our lips danced Lucius picked me up gently. He sat down on my bed and I straddled his lap.

“I need you” I said pulling away for air. The look in his eyes turned primal, and like a predator hunting his prey, the second kiss was harsh. He moved from my mouth down to my jaw and then paraded kisses down my neck. I’ve never felt so alive, my hips started moving back and forth longing for something more. His grip on me tightened, Lucius’s hands roaming my body as they made their way down to squeeze my hips. I could feel how hard he was as he pushed my hips down harder and a soft moan escaped my lips.

“I need you” a breathy sigh came out from me.

“Not yet princess, you’re doing so good.” he smiled,continuing to kiss my neck and keep a steady pace with my hips.

“Please… Lucius I need you..” I breathed out, my hands found their way to his hair, lightly tugging on it- he moaned at the action. The sound he made, made my stomach fill with butterflies. I started to move faster, my body craving more and more. He took note and picked me up, laying me on my back. He crawled on top of me and basically tore my dress off. At the sight of my naked body laid before him he spoke “ you are perfect”.

My face flushed at his words and he slowly began to take his clothes off. Once we were both naked he lower his body down kissing me again.

“You look so good under me” he smiled, he lowered his hand, rubbing my clit. A jolt shot through my body and moans started escaping my lips.

“Lucius…” I moaned.

“Do you like that princess?” He said as he inserted his finger into my opening, still continuing to rub circles around me. He pumped in and out and then added another. I was a mess underneath him, and he enjoyed the slight of Royalty melting under his touch. My hips started bucking up wanting more but with his free hand he held me down.

“I need more” I cried. He smirked pulling his fingers out completely.

“Lucius- wha” I began to speak, that’s when he lifted my lower half with ease, lining himself up and inserting himself into me completely. He gave me a moment to adjust before rocking his hips back and forth. He let out moans and praises as he thrusted into me.

“Feels so good” I said.

He picked up the speed our bodies slamming into each other. It felt like a dream, and I didn’t want to wake up. I started to feel a knot in my stomach, and my moans grew louder. He knew I was reaching my high point and continued to thrust harder.

“Lucius-“ I moaned, as my release came out. He continued to rock through my orgasm and then let out his.

He pulled out of me, breathing heavily and our bodies sweaty, he smiled and put his forehead to mine. We spent some time laying beside each other before he had to return back. Our eyes locked for a moment and Lucius began to speak.

“Your body was sculpted from the heavens, and yet..put into the hands of me, I swear on what good is left in this life, if I survive tomorrow..” he spoke.

“I’m yours Lucius, now kiss me before you leave..” I said before he could finish, and we both smiled.

Part.3…..? Lemme know:)

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okay i’ve been following you on AO3 and accidentally found your tumblr 😭 but i’ve had this idea and i literally can’t get it out of my head so i wanted to request it to you 🧎

jazzsinger!reader (or like a popular singer/actor mayhaps a model 👀) x Simon “Ghost” Riley | okay so imagine reader has been frequently going to a cafe that ghost also goes to, and they kinda just bond because both of them are wearing a mask (or something to cover their face ex. mask and glasses with baseball cap) while barely talking to anyone except to order their drinks (i’m a tea girlie and i love me a good cup of oolong tea 🫡). I just imagine some 6’1 dude in all black next to someone noticeably smaller also wearing black attire staring menacingly at the wall waiting for their drinks. Then after a while they grab their drinks, look at each other, nod, then leaves without uttering a word. Then after a while it turns into a romantic relationship and when introduced to everyone else (the task force) they just lose it cause how does the skull wearing weirdo on their team get a smoking hot partner 🤨

Anyways please take my humble request with a grain of salt 

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i have tried, whether i have succeeded i do not know but i did have a lot of fun with this one so thank you very much for the ask!! Also mind my spelling mistakes, its like way too early rn LOL

You don't know how this even started, or who this man really is besides that you always walk in at the same time each morning and most of the people here are terrified. It’s likely his stature, 6’1 and dressed in all back, though you’re not too different yourself. Working as a singer and occasional model meant fans would be found in the most unlikely places, especially since your recent single blew the charts entirely. After your fans spotted you at your last local grocery store, you’ve had to take your own drastic measures, dressing in practically all black with a mask and a baseball cap just for good measure. So, in one way or another, you two were practically matching as you stood waiting for your drinks. Infact, it occured so often that your drinks would be served together; your hands brush as you pick up your cups until you glance up at each other and give a quick nod before disappearing again.

That was until today, where you walked in to see the man had gotten to the line before you for once, however it was much longer than usual. Still you waited patiently, humming your new song to yourself as the queue slowly moves, albeit very very slowly. Eventually you get fed up, peering round the hunk of a man to see what or who’s holding it up. “Bloody kids.. dont even know what they’re doin’ ”The man grunts out, surprising you as he looks back and you nod, looking forward. Two young teenagers were working, though they looked far too inexperienced especially with their hair not even up around the baked goods nor aprons on. But that wasnt the worst of it— no, they were just sloppy in general, having to remake coffees and not even knowing the measurements for each type. “Guess they have to start somewhere..” You hum, a small sigh leaves you although the man doesnt say anything back, clearly not taking a liking to his coffee being so delayed. Well, you cant exactly blame him.

Finally, you both stand to the side as the kids prepare your drinks, with you occasionally checking your watch considering you have to grab an uber to your producer's house for a quick meeting. You were close, practically growing up together since you went to the same university. Being late would cause problems though, and you tap your foot a little, wondering how hard it is to make a simple oolong tea. “Order 55 and 56!” You both step forward as always, reaching for your drinks until you realise this doesnt look like your oolong tea at all. Peeking at the label, you realise you had accidentally take his, hence ‘Simon’ written on the side.

”Think I took yours Simon.” You’ve got a little bit of a cheeky note to your voice since discovering this information about him, making him roll his eyes. He hands the cup over to you and reaches for his out of your hands. That’s when your brows furrow, realising why you even picked up the wrong one in the first place.

”Hey— this isnt even your drink. It’s a latte.” You hold it up to him and he peeks through the lid, eyes narrowing beneath his balaclava but settling again. “It’s fine—“

”No it’s not.”

Before he can try and stop you, you’ve already walked up to the counter and facing the lazy teenager there who had been mid-call with her friend. “He asked for a black coffee, not this.” You narrow your eyes at her, annoyed by her clear incompetence especially as she didnt seem to care at all that she was supposed to be working. “It’s just a bit of milk; he wont die.” She shrugs, only making you all the more annoyed as you pull down your mask. “Make a new one, now. Do you even know how many people would beg for a job of yours?”

The teenager is more shook by the fact you’re the jazz singer that she’s been a die hard fan of for the past year and she just embarrassed herself in front of you by acting like an idiot. “I- i’m so sorry! I’ll make it now!” She scurries off to make it, and you feel the presence of the soldier behind you again, glancing down at you.

“Didnt know you had a pretty face hiding beneath all tha’ ” He hums, noticing how your cheeks flush just a tad before you pull the mask back up.“Thanks, you didn't have to.”

You can only shrug, letting your hands fall from their stance on your hips. “It was nothing.. you’re right, they’re stupid kids.” He chuckles, watching the girl scurry quickly over and hand him the drink as she profusely apologises to you over and over.

The two of you leave the store, with you groaning as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Damnit..” He raises a brow towards you, his mask crinkling slightly as you take your phone out, pulling up the uber app. “What’s wrong?” He murmurs, lifting his mask a tad to sip the coffee before lowering it again. “I won't be able to come back to this coffee shop anymore..”

”Oh? Too many fans?” Surprisingly his voice has a teasing lilt to it, making you look up at him with wide eyes before hiding your gaze again. “Yeah.. not that i’m not grateful but it can be tiring.”

”C’mon, i’ll give you a ride, that uber will take forever.”

He takes your number after he drops you off at your friend's house, leaving you with radio silence. Then, the next morning he sends an address, more specifically a coffee shop that he particularly likes and where you can start anew until the fans die down. Sometimes he’ll give you a ride after and he’ll even text when you’re late for your coffee run. It shifts into regular texts, longer conversations, brushing hands as you wait for your drinks he paid for, still with that same menacing stare. On an off chance he may just annoy you just a tad, leaning his arm on your head as you look up at him in horror before giving him a faux punch. “I’m not that short!”

Somehow, you end up meeting his task force, your hand held tightly in his. “T-this is your partner?” Gaz’s jaw is dropped just as much as Soap’s is, only Price chuckling at the whole situation. None of them had ever believed that Ghost would get a bird, especially not one as pretty as you are. “Hi everyone.”

You grin, finally pulling down your baseball cap and Soap nearly topples over right there and then. Gaz has his gaze flicking between you two, from Simon’s sharp eyes and black out to your bright face and sweet grin. “ What..?? When..?? How?!”

They drag you over to the couch promptly after, forcing you to tell them all about how you two met and if Ghost really is a softie after all. Meanwhile, Price pats Ghost on the shoulder, the stiff man still tense since he thought this whole meeting wouldnt go too well. “You know they wont let this go, right?”

“..I know.” Simon huffs, but he’s grinning behind the mask.

[hischierswhore]

JUNO PERFORMANCE

warnings: slightly suggestive content (insinuations of it)

author's note: this is inspired by this segment of sabrina's concert. also this is part 1, there will be a part 2 eventually :)

You jog towards the center of the stage to your designated spot for this bit of the show. You quickly adjust your hair just as the lights dim, as you barely had enough time before the spotlight snaps back on and focuses on you once more.  

“How is everyone doing tonight?” You shout into the mic, and an eruption of cheers comes from the audience. You smile as you slowly pace the stage, trying to kill some time before starting the next skit. “I’m so glad you’re all enjoying yourselves!” Your eyes sweep the crowd as you speak, and then they land on him: Nico. He’s standing in the VIP tent with a pastel pink VIP pass around his neck. He’s wearing that baby blue polo shirt you love on him. He’s surrounded by your brothers, his fellow teammates, and your parents. When his eyes meet yours, he sends a little wave towards you, and you can’t help the smile that forms on your lips.

As you tear your gaze from him and turn towards the other side of the stage, you continue your little speech. “I just want to thank you all for coming tonight!” The crowd roars in response, and you take it all in for a moment before heading back to where you previously stood near the tent. Your steps became slower and more deliberate. You were given the queue to begin this skit through your in-ears. 

You stop at the edge of the stage closest to the VIP tent as your heart thumps. This bit always made you nervous, but you felt more nervous now than all the times before. 

“Oh my god, girls, come quick!” You exclaim, signaling toward your backup dancers to come to you. “I think I just saw my future husband!”

The crowd screams in excitement at your statement. You watch as they all look around to try & figure out who you’re referring to. Mia and Kate, your backup dancers, do a little jog over to where you stood. Mia pulled the fuzzy pink handcuffs out from her pocket and began twirling them in her hands.

You dramatically point at Nico, your grin widening as you watch his face go white at the sudden attention. “Look at him right there!” You say before looking back at Mia and Kate, who are doing their best to hide their extremely surprised expressions at your selection.

“Oh my god,” You breathe out, dramatically fanning yourself as the crowd’s cheers grow louder, still clueless about who you picked. Nico’s face is completely red now. 

“Sir, you are under arrest for being too hot,” You say as you simultaneously bite your lip and giggle while the red and blue lights flash across the arena. The audience goes wild.

You lock eyes with your boyfriend once more. “What’s your name?” You ask playfully. The jumbotron and main screen on the stage switch to a view of the crowd, slowly panning as it finds your chosen “suspect” for the night, building up the suspense.

Being Nico, he’s embarrassed at all the attention he currently has on him. Not to worry though, the rest of the Devils in the tent shout towards the stage “Nico!”

“Nico!” You shout back, fanning yourself once again. Your reaction makes the crowd scream even louder. The camera zooms in on his face, and the arena erupts in cheers and claps as the fans finally catch on to who exactly you’ve chosen.

“Nico what?” You ask, pointing the mic in his direction, despite it not being able to pick up any audio coming from him. He jokingly rolls his eyes, a smile spreading across his lips, before shouting, “Hischier!”

You  let out a little giggle before dramatically exclaiming, “Y/n Hischier!” You hold your hand up, examining your ring finger as if imagining the size 6 wedding band already there. The fans are beside themselves, giggling along with you.

“Y/n Hischier’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you agree girls?” You watch as Mia & Kate nod their heads playfully and laugh through the bit. “I’m thinking so many dirty things right now. The polo, the hair, the eyes, the beard—oh!” With a dramatic gasp, you watch as your maxi skirt drops to the floor, revealing your matching mini skirt. “Oh my gosh, my clothes are falling off for you, Nico!”

Mia hands you the pink fuzzy handcuffs, and you crouch down to hand them to the security guard. “Hand these to the gorgeous man in the tent” He remains stone-faced as he hands them to your boyfriend. “These are for you, cutie,” You say before blowing a kiss in his direction, earning even louder screams from the crowd.

You stand back up, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you walk to the top of the main stage. “Jersey, help me sing this song for my new husband Nico!” You scream into the mic. The intro to “Juno” begins to play and the crowd’s energy is at an all-time high as you prepare to give this performance your all.

“Also, Mom, Dad, and my brothers, you might wanna turn around for this next song” You wink towards the tent before getting into position. 

As you reach the pre-chorus, you lock eyes with Nico again, the playful smirk painted across your lips never faltering. You dance across the stage, your body doing the choreography involuntarily at this point.

"You make me wanna make you fall in love..." You sing as the crowd sings along, but you’re only focused on Nico. “Oh, I hear you knocking, Nico. Come on up!”

Your lips curl into a grin as you reach the next verse, "Wanna try out some freaky positions?" You hold the mic in one hand as you run to the elevating heart platform of the stage, quickly dropping into an undeniably suggestive pose. You lock eyes with Nico, and his eyes widen and a blush spreads across his face once more. 

"Have you ever tried this one?” You hold eye contact with Nico & bite your lip before coming up to rest on your knees to hit the next note. 

The crowd is losing their minds at the interaction. You wink at him, standing up slowly to continue the song. 

The lights begin to dim as the final chords of Juno play out, and you blow Nico a final kiss before stepping off the platform. You can feel his eyes on you, even as the roar of the crowd increases.

“New Jersey, thank you so much for tonight! I had the time of my life with you all. I’ll be back soon!” You yell into the mic as glitter falls to the floor.

The energy backstage is at an all-time high, but you just want to see Nico. You spot him the second you step backstage, leaning against the door to your dressing room.

"You were amazing out there," Nico mutters into your ear as he engulfs you in a hug. 

"You liked it?” You smiled into his chest before pulling back. “Of course I did. The guys were in there dancing and everything. And a certain someone was having a bit of fun teasing me mid-performance” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before opening your dressing room and shutting it after you. 

"Couldn’t help it. Plus I think you enjoyed my teasing" Your voice drops to a whisper as you wrap your arms around his neck. He smirks, his hands settling on your hips as he pulls you even closer. "Maybe," he says, his voice low. "But you owe me for putting me through that in front of everyone".

“Well that was already part of my plan”

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Birmingham ritual thoughts and spoilers...

So the negative just to get it out the way...

The Queue...

Horrible queue experience... Was directed into the standing only queue, was booted out after an hour. Moved to seated queue only to get stuck next to a transphobe who spent the next hour and a half ranting about trans people, "wokeness", and everyone else being sheep/ NPCs / whatever the buzzword is now... And I'm so annoyed I gave them and their friend one of my stickers... I think I'm gonna be getting VIP where I can from now on, as a lone queer I felt really unsafe. (I have to go to these things on my own as I don't know anyone irl who's into rock.)

On the positive side there was an adorable kid in a Papa Nihil costume, we took photos together, and an amazing Papa IV cosplayer we exchanged glares XD

The concert itself was fantastic!

Had cheaper seats and was further back and higher up but that gave me a better view of the stage, saw so much more this time!

So here's all my thoughts:

I finally got the hear/ see peacefield properly and omg it's amazing!!! The light streaming out of the torn curtains is glorious!

Perpetua's face, he's got a little grin on his face for the majority of the show! (Irl you can tell Tobias is having the time of his life.) The large screens on either side are really high resolution you can see so much expression in their faces! It's fascinating watching the faces Perpetua pulls to get some of the notes.

Papa twirling/ dancing around with the microphone stand at the beginning of Satanized. Adorable.

Perpetua sort of cowers / hides his head under his hands /microphone stand during the Latin part of Satanised. Shys away / cowers when the audience shouts Blasphemy, Hersey. He also literally cowers on the stairs during the guitar solo. Lore people & fanfic writers do with that what you will...

Papa called the audience Brummies at one point, that got a laugh out of me. Looks like Papa did his research. Edit: I remember now it was at the end of KTGG, "All you Brummies, Mwah!"

That being said I swear he said London rather than Birmingham at one point XD papa forgot where he was.

Perpetua did the same / similar "be gentle with me" bit from Manchester. Though when my side of the audience yelled back yes (they would be gentle) he said "see, they're gonna be gentle" or be nice to be, or something along those lines. Then said we can fight it out in the car park after the show...

I'm pretty sure I saw Nihil, or someone in Papal paint, "having fun" with two ladies on either side of him, in the Monstrance clock illustrations.

I heard faith live!!! So happy they played it!!! The grin on my face when the first few notes started playing! Perpetua didn't do Copia's motherf*ckers bit though!

Perpetua did Copia's "No!" during rats, albeit not as dramatically.

Umbra is beautiful, I think it's my favourite on the album so far... I cannot wait for the album to come out so I can listen to it 6,666 times... Also love how Perpetua runs after the instrumental bit in Umbra. The purple/white smoke and lighting during that song is also divine. And I think he was subtly humping the mic stand during part of it... He definitely had his hands framing his crotch...

Dewdrop(? I think it's dewdrop) has a broken foot, two fractures. He had a cast and didn't move much, stayed on the right side of the stage for most of it and sat on the steps for a few later songs. Perpetua asked us to applaud the injured ghoul.

Phantom took over the role as main hypeman for the audience.

Perpetua goes from "marijuana cross" into Dance Macabre by saying "fuck it".

I saw the hat, it is glorious!!! Stayed on fine for year Zero, took it off for He Is.

We got the sparkly bedazzled mask in cirice... It wasn't used in Manchester so I don't know if it was at the other rituals.

The ghoulettes dancing during ritual was adorable!!!

I love how the mask makes the white eye really stand out! So creepy looking!

The hand gestures during Majesty are mesmerising. I loved it when he put his hands over his heart!

Side note, I could see him getting ready on the platform at the back of the stage from where I was while phantom hyped up the audience before Majesty. The robes are way too long to move in they really are like 7-8 foot long irl.

And finally I got completely cleared out of stickers... Except a single billboard one...

Also made some sketches of the Year Zero outfit, especially the hat as I wanna make a cosplay of it...

Edit:

Apparently there was a kiss between Papa & Swiss. I couldn't/didn't see it from where I was sitting though.

Also forgot to mention the cowbell! Papa rises out of the floor during the lead into Umbra holding it aloft like a trophy! Before handing it off to Swiss(?).

[one-sunny]

Cabin by the Lake | Bonfire

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader, Modern AU

04- When Luffy’s birthday turns into a group get away to a small cabin by a lake, you cannot deny his own brothers an invitation. Surely the week long get away would leave a lasting impression with his eldest sibling.

notes: sorry to yall that don’t know card games bc they keep coming up and i for some reason know a ton. also, fun fact, s’mores and marshmallow toastiness is a weirdly controversial subject in my family.

Monday: Bonfire

Loud music flows from the kitchen and a low murmur of voices catch on the down beat. You enter the kitchen to see Ace leaning on the counter across from Sanji, the latter focused on stirring something in a white mixing bowl.

Sanji’s head snaps up from his work and a smile pulls to his lips. “Y/N, darling! How did you sleep?” He clicks the speaker lower as Ace watches him close.

“Slept okay, Nami kept me up most of the night.” You grumble, eyes narrowing at the look that crosses over Sanji’s face. “Yeah, don’t think too hard on that, got it?”

Sanji clears his throat. “Right.”

Your gaze shifts to Ace. “You helping Sanji out or just watching him work?”

“Well,” Ace tips his head to the side. “I tried helping out-“

“And he was horrible at it.” Sanji shakes his head dejectedly. At this, you’re suddenly aware of the slight burnt smell disguised by Sanji’s more aromatic cuisine. “He did wash a couple dishes though, so I do have to give him some credit there.”

“Yeah,” Ace sighs lowly. “So now i’m just here for moral support.” He laughs to himself, tapping his fingers against the counter to the beat of the song. “Oh, and to play DJ.”

“Well do you need some real help, Sanji?”

Sanji seems taken aback by this, “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” His gaze softens as he looks over at you, but you simply shrug.

“I’ve got nothing important to do.”

He quickly abandons his task to collect another cutting board, placing you at the other side of the kitchen island, a bright smile on his face. A bag of tomatoes and bell peppers are then placed near by. Lastly, a sharp kitchen knife is placed delicately atop the board. “You can dice them all up, if you’d like.” Sanji then pauses. “You know how to do that, right?”

You scoff a laugh, “It’s pretty straight forward.”

Heat rises to Sanji’s cheeks in the form of a blush and he quickly shakes his head. “I’m not doubting you in any way, mon amor, but it seems like some people don’t understand simple tasks in the kitchen.” His eyes turn to Ace who is already glaring at him. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t need me to show you.”

“I’ve got it, Sanji.” You chuckle as you open the bag, a playful smile on your lips. The general store offered more than fresh produce, the tomato juice seeping onto the chopping board and filling your senses. The song switches as Ace turns the speaker back up and you immediately recognize it as what you had played on the car ride. You glance up at Ace but his focus is trained on his phone as he queues up something else.

You go about the rather simple task, enjoying the repetitious nature of it.

“Uh, Y/N.” Sanji leans a hip up against the counter beside of you as he looks over your work. “You, uh, you’re holding the knife wrong.”

Your motions cease as you stare down at your hand in confusion, wrist tilting. “What am I doing wrong?” You prompt. Sanji smiles as he moves a little bit closer.

“Your finger, you shouldn’t rest it on top of the blade. Less control and you could end up cutting yourself.” He gestures to your index finger that is extended over the steel.

“That hasn’t happened so far.”

“Well, yeah, but it could.” He gently takes the knife from your hand, fully in your space as he grips the knife properly in his own hand. “Do it like this instead, that way you’re being safe. Don’t want you cutting your precious fingers under my watch.” Sanji helps you in adjusting your grip before he is stepping back to his own work space.

Your nose crinkles as you look back to Sanji, “This feels weird.”

“It might right now, but you’ll get used to it.”

You hum in thought as you glance back down at your half cut tomatoes. “So, did you make it this far before Sanji demoted you to dish duty?” A playful smile is on your lips as you glance back up at Ace, only to find him staring into the empty space beside of you. “Uh, Ace?”

His head snaps over to you and he offers a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You better hurry it up before Luffy wakes up.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You wave the knife in dismissal before focusing back on your task. Slice after slice, you make your way to the very end of the bag, calling out to Sanji once your work was done. It was no where near perfect and the dices were without a doubt uneven, but Sanji seems grateful anyways.

“Absolutely wonderful darling.” Sanji grins as he collects the cutting board from you, sweeping the diced vegetables into a pot on the stove.

You hear a scoff over the running water.

“What? Think you could do better.” You grin, crossing over to Ace’s side where he is scrubbing a bowl full of suds. His focus is solely on the task at hand as you bump his hip.

“Tch, probably not.” He mutters.

Your brows pull together at the frown on his lips. “Hey, you okay?” You lean in close enough to graze his elbow as he rinses the bowl.

This seems to snap him to and Ace straightens. “What? Yeah, i’m all good.” A smile pulls to his lips as he finally focuses on you. “We all have our strong suits and mine clearly includes dishes.” He raises a finger to wipe soap suds on your nose before you can stop him.

As you blow out a laugh, the bubbles fly off your face and land unceremoniously back into the water. This causes you and Ace to break into your own fit of giggles. The warmth seems to fill back into his cheeks and his shoulders ease.

You settle in with the two as Sanji works in an easy flow and Ace occasionally pops over to the sink to scrub the dishes. Music flows between the conversations and the room seems entirely at ease. But nothing that serene could ever last long,

“Sanjiiiiii! Is breakfast done yet?” Luffy’s loud voice carries down the stairs as he walks into the kitchen. A frown falls on his face to see Sanji standing over a sizzling pan.

“I’m finishing up.”

“Blame Ace.” You grin at the man as Luffy turns his pouting to his brother.

“Y/N!” Ace groans as Luffy practically rockets himself over to pester his brother. A light hearted argument sparks between the two, which results in Luffy snatching up Ace’s phone to switch the music.

The others begin to flood into the kitchen with an ease in the air. After the thousand mile hike- or so it seemed- everyone decided that today was the best time for a rest day. To truly enjoy your vacation and not pack it full of activities. To just chill out for once.

“Breakfast is ready.” Sanji calls out, mostly in effort to shut Luffy up. “Y/N helped, so everyone make sure to thank her today.” He beams at you and presents you with your plate first. A chorus of thanks soon follow as everyone eagerly awaits their meal. “Oh, and Ace i guess.” He adds as the man glares at him.

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The wind blows a gentle breeze, the birds chirp in the air, and the sun cast rays of bright sunshine over the cabin. All is calm and restful…

Except for the rather intense game of Speed occurring on the porch of the cabin. You sit across from Ussop, cross legged on the wooden planks, fingers twitching in anticipation. The game was far more intense than need be as competition sparks in the air.

Cards fly into their respective positions in almost a blur as you stick true to the game name and move as quickly as possible. Then, there’s a standstill and you both stare at the two stacks of cards unmoving. “Ready?” Ussop prompts, hand placing on one of the small stacks that remains face down. You nod as you grab the other, flipping your cards at the same time.

Ussop gasps as he slaps his final card on the pile and you nearly fall back with a groan.

“You’re on a losing streak today.” Ussop tuts as he collects the cards to expertly shuffle them.

“I’m not fully convinced you’re not stacking the deck.” You roll your eyes dramatically as Ussop sighs. He places the deck on the floor and makes a gesture at it. A grin pulls to your lips as you cut the deck into four separate stacks, which Ussop collects with an equally as dramatic eye roll, before passing them out.

He sets the two small decks up for the game as you collect your own cards, face steeling as you try to focus in on the task at hand. Ussop glances up at you in a silent question and you both flip a card. You’re moving fast. Faster than Ussop, much to your delight. Your own deck of cards is dwindling and you’re about to win.

That’s when the door flies open behind you and almost smacks in to you. You yelp out in surprise, dropping a couple of your cards in the process, and watching as Ussop slams down his final card triumphantly. He throws his arms up in the air to gloat in your face.

“No!” You groan, looking towards whoever almost knocked you out and lost you the game.

“Oh! Sorry bro.” Franky has an easy grin as you glare up at him from your spot on the ground.

“I almost won!”

“You’re never gonna win, Y/N.” Sabo pops out the open door with a laugh. “Your friends have a serious cheating problem, i’m sure of it.”

A smile pulls to your lips as Ussop places a hand to his chest in offense. “I think Sabo’s onto something.” You give a decisive nod.

“Awh, don’t be a sore loser, doll.” Ace follows the two men out the door, a teasing grin on his face.

“I am not!” You pout.

Ace stops before the steps to look down at you, bottom lip poking out to match your pout. His mocking pout soon turns into a grin at the glare you’re sending him. “C’mon. We’re gonna have a bonfire, you two wanna help set up?”

“Sounds good to me.” Ussop stands, dusting off his hands, before following after the other two men. “Did I ever tell you about the time I got lost in the woods and had to build a giant bonfire just to keep the rabid wolves away from me.” His voices carries off with him as Franky and Sabo laugh at the man’s wild story.

Ace watches as you collect the playing cards left lying carelessly around, shoving them back into their box. Once they’re all packed away, Ace offers a hand out to you with a smile on his face. You take the offer and he easily pulls you to your feet, hand lingering in yours for just a moment as he guides you down the stairs.

Heat fills your cheeks at such a casual action.

At the sound of the front door slamming open, Ace gives a gentle squeeze to your hand, before dropping it. You clear your throat, “So what exactly are we setting up?”

“A bonfire.” Ace grins at the obvious answer.

“Well yeah.” You roll your eyes.

“Setting up the deck chairs and getting the fire started” Ace bumps his shoulder against yours as you approach the rock built fire pit. “There’s enough wood to get it going, but the others went to grab some from the woods to feed it.”

You hum, “So what do you need me to do?”

“You can help me get the fire started.”

“Alright. Are we rubbing two sticks together or what?” You smirk as Ace pulls back a tarp to observe the small case of fire wood.

“While I would love to see you try that one out,” He turns, tugging a golden zippo from his pocket. “We live in a modern age, doll.”

“Ah, okay. The easy way out.” You nod as the man laughs.

“Ever done this before?” Ace prompts. You shake your head with a skeptical look- weren’t you just setting some logs on fire?- before he is beckoning you to his side. “Let me teach you.” Your feet move faster than your mind and you’re suddenly crouching down beside of Ace. He guides you through utilizing timber and kindling to spark up a fire, as well as building a teepee with the wood in order to make the fire last. Then he hands you the lighter and instructs you to spark it up.

You flick the lighter, only for it to quickly be extinguished by a gust of wind. Trying again has the same results.

Before you can complain, Ace’s warm hands cup around yours, a jolt shooting down your spine at the unexpected contact. “Try again, just gotta block the wind so we can start it up.” He seems nonchalant as ever as he prompts you to strike the lighter. This time you’re successful and a fiery warmth spreads through your fingertips as the timber catches. “Good job, doll.” The praise makes heat creep up your neck despite how little you truly did.

The flames spread to the kindling and eventually the fire burns bright.

“Awh, nice bros!” Franky booms as the group returns with a heafty stack of fire wood. “We can make some proper s’mores in this thing.”

Franky runs inside to gather the others and soon returns with a pink guitar to truly set the mood. The group settle into the deck chairs around the fire as Franky begins tuning, plucking the strings delicately, until he is able to strum in-tune.

He begins to strum a familiar series of notes and Luffy is quick to jump in on leading the group through an only slightly off key melody. An ease falls about everyone. Laughter soon flows as Franky, Ussop, and Luffy go about making up their own songs on the spot.

Eventually, the idea of s’mores is brought back up and Sanji prepares the three components on a platter for easy access. Luffy is the first to grab a marshmallow, stabbing it onto a metal stick, and shoving it right into the middle of the flames. It soon catches fire and he quickly pulls it out, watching as a dark coating covers the sugary surface.

“Blow it out!” Nami snaps at him as he attempts to wave it in the air. “You’ve already ruined it by catching it on fire.”

Luffy huffs a breath and the marshmallow dies out. “Nuh uh.” He shoves the crispy marshmallow directly into his mouth, huffing out breaths to attempt cooling his mouth down. “Perfect.”

Nami sticks her tongue out as she readies her own marshmallow. She holds it barely over the fire, “A perfect marshmallow is always a nice golden brown.” As she declares this, Robins marshmallow catches on fire and she swiftly blows it out. “Not you too.”

“You should try it.” Robin chuckles as she goes about preparing her snack.

Nami simply rolls her eyes as she takes her perfectly golden brown marshmallow to make her own s’more.

The group runs through a good chunk of the s’mores ingredients, before everyone is lounging back in their seats. Night has fallen and everyone’s faces are lit in an orange glow. Ace takes it upon himself to properly feed the flames, and you have to give him credit for the strong fire that certainly was lasting.

Ussop leans forwards in his seat as he tells a ghost story, movements exaggerated, and voice a bit pitched at the scary parts.

Staring into the flames with an easy smile, mesmerized by the flickers of light, you allow the stories being shared to be the only thought on your mind. You then start to feel eyes on you, before Ace bumps his knee against yours from his seat beside of you. Pulling your eyes away to look at him was strangely difficult at the trance you were in, but you were thankful for the break at the sight of the flames flickering in his warm eyes. You consider for a moment how captivating he truly was, before soon shaking the thought away. It was nothing.

“You okay?” He prompts, voice low to not alert any of the others.

“I’m great.” You smile at him.

Ace finds himself easily mirroring the expression, your eyes locked together for a long moment. His hand twitches at his side, until he eventually drums his fingers along the arm rest and forces his eyes away. You watch him for a moment longer, ready to ask him the same question, before his eyes flicker back to you. He raises his eyebrows with a teasing smile on his lips, and you somehow know exactly what he’s conveying in that look, teasing you for staring at him without even speaking it.

You exaggeratedly roll your eyes at him and he laughs. The thought lingers in the back of your mind, a silent question that you refuse to acknowledge in the moment of exactly when you started being able to communicate with him through a simple look.

Franky begins to play again and is seems as if the gentle strumming is enough to lull some into sleep. Luffy yawns loudly, Zoro almost dozing off in his seat, and Nami snuggles up close to the blanket wrapped around her body. She is the first to declare that it was time for bed, and the rest soon trickle in after her, one by one.

Until you’re eventually alone with Ace.

No words pass between you, there doesn’t truly need to be, a comfort settling in the air. You both watch an ember shoot out and die quickly against the stone pit. The night air remains windy and you feel a shiver shoot though you.

His knee bumps into yours once again and you find yourself leaning into the simple touch at how warm his skin is. “Get closer to the fire.” He nods towards the flames of your hard work. “Winds cold.” You quickly shake your head and Ace narrows his eyes. “Suit yourself.” He huffs out before he’s standing, holding his hands to the fire in effort to warm his fingers.

The space his leg was once touching quickly turns ice cold.

You slowly stand to join his side, mimicking his hands and trying to ignore the look he gives you. As if he knew you would only come if he got up first. Yet he doesn’t speak on it. Standing side by side, warming yourselves by the fire, and letting the crackling flames be the only sound between you.

The fire is soon dying out, bright flames reduced to muddied flickers that try to catch onto already crisped logs, and you find yourself drifting closer to Ace in effort to seek out some warmth. Your arm touches his, a warm contrast against the night air, and your hand grazes past his. Ace continues to watch the flames but you feel his pinky graze over yours, a hesitant touch, before linking with yours.

You silently curse yourself as your heart begins to pound at such a simple action.

Ace finally turns to look at you, eyes half lidded and lips parted. You’re almost certain you’re offering the same look. He shifts a little bit closer to you and takes a breath, as if wanting to say something, but he stops himself. Ace turns to watch the trail of smoke emitting from the dying flame. “I should probably go to bed.”

“Why?” You find yourself asking, not wanting the moment to end so soon.

He takes in a deep breath before leveling you with his eyes. “Might do something stupid if I don’t.” His voice is barely a whisper as he gauges your reaction.

Anticipation buzzes at your skin and warms you better than the fire could ever. Your lips part to speak but the words catch in your throat. You want to protest. To tell him to stay. That part of you needs him here to explore this moment. Something. Instead you stare back at him with brows furrowed.

Teeth graze over his bottom lip before he tips his head towards the cabin. “C’mon, it’s gettin’ cold out. Let’s both go to bed.”

“Ace,” You try again to speak your protest but the words won’t form. He turns to look at you expectantly. Drawing in a shaky breath, you simply smile, “Goodnight.”

“G’night doll.”

Series Masterlist | Chapter 05

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[4lydsmarie]

hiii i was wondering if you could do a fic where reader and dally are at bucks drinking and having fun and reader is sitting on dallys lap while he plays poker or something with some random guys and she's just so fixated on his hands. like, she's playing around with the rings on his fingers, playing with his fingers, tracing his veins, anything. and dally being his cocky self is like "you sure do like my hands, huh doll?" and she gets all shy and clingy and stuff and after awhile they eventually go up to dallys room and cuddle (sorry if this is too specific lmao😣)

handsy - dallas winston

in which: yn just can't stop playing with dallas' fingers..and of course he notices. requested by @mattdillonwhore

a/n: no bc I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS IDEA.. i feel like dallas would def get so cocky to yn cause it's literally his nature?? also he loves to see yn get flustered or embarrassed IT'S JS SO DALLAS CODED. PLEASEE send more reqs i actually love this SO MUCH. also warning there's a lil makeout scene but nothing too crazy😋! this ff is so much shorter than my other one wtf i did not execute properly..

being at buck's was nothing out of the ordinary for you and dally on the average night. drinks getting passed around, red neon lights filling the atmosphere, the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air, it was all a regular for you and dallas.

you sat on dallas' lap as he played poker with some other guys from the town. trying to fixate on something so you wouldn't be so bored you fell asleep, your eyes landed on to dally's hands.

something about his hands attracted you..the rings on his fingers and the veins leading up to his bicep, all of it tempted you in a way. you began to just play with his rings, turning them and examining them.

and this wasn't something new either, dallas was very used to you finding interest in his rings. hell, sometimes he'd even let you wear them. not for long though.

then your eyes trailed up to his veins, slowly running your fingers over each one of them, following the path they led up to his arms. and you did this to each one, taking what seemed like mental notes in your head about his veins. which one was bigger, which one felt best, which was your favorite, and all things related.

dallas kept an intense focus on his poker game though, his bets were important to him and he hadn't really realized what you'd occupied yourself with.

that was until he shifted his attention to you for a moment, examining how you'd play with his rings and trace his veins. finally, he spoke "didn't know my hands were that interesting. you sure do like 'em, huh doll?"

your stomach dropped and cheeks flushed as you'd heard dallas. you moved your hands back onto your lap as well. "no need to be shy, it's alright. nothin' but you gettin a little handsy, can't say i don't like it doll." dallas smirked. his cockiness was apparent to you, only making you even more flustered than before. dallas' smirk only deepened, turning into a cocky grin.

"dallll" you whined, looking down at your lap. dallas let out a laugh as he raised your chin "look at me doll." he smirked. you looked at him as he pulled you into a kiss. he only deepened the kiss as you two sat there.

"hey man, get a room!" one guy from the other side of the table yelled, causing you two to split apart. "alright alright, not my fault i just wanna show some lovin' to my broad." dallas said putting his hands up in defeat. "if you're gonna suck faces then get outta here" another guy added, throwing his poker chips onto the table "hey man watch your tone with me, alright? you probably wish this was you huh?" dallas snapped back at the guys. you knew this was your queue to intervene before things got serious as the man stood up yelling to dallas a little louder.

"dal, let's just go upstairs to your room alright? he's not worth fighting for." you said to dallas, putting your hands on his chest and pushing him back. "yeah yeah, man i hate guys like that..total jerks you know? man he's lucky you stopped me, cause if not i would've-" "enough dal." you interrupted him mid sentence, sensing that he was only starting to grow annoyed.

dallas let out a huff before he'd raised his head, as if a lightbub went off in his head. "hey, now i remember why we're even up here" he said, opening the door to his room. "someone couldn't keep her hands to herself, ain't that right? ya like my hands, doll?" his new york accent rang thick as he spoke. the flushed expression had returned to your face, looking down to your feet to avoid eye contact with dallas.

"c'mere" dallas said, sitting on his mattress. you did as he said as he pulled you into his lap, immediately kissing you. the kiss became more passionate by the moment, dallas letting his hands roam around his waist as you wrapped your hands around his neck and played with his hair.

this lasted for what seemed like forever before you'd both pulled away, nearly gasping for air.

"let's go to bed dal" you said, plopping down beside him on the mattress. "yeah, y'know maybe when you sleep you'll even dream about my hands." dallas joked as he laid beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "haha very funny..night dal." you slurred before falling asleep. "night, doll." dallas replied, drifting off just as you'd done.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

I'm not even that sick!

Pt. 1 of my new mini fic series, our wonder kid.

This fic series is based around an ask I had a while back where the reader is the teen prodigy for both Arsenal and England, and she deals with a serious injury with the help of her mother figures and the rest of the team.

I thought now would be a good time to write this as I'm currently ill and feeling sorry for myself, so this is the result of my self-wallowing and pity party, although it might be a bit scrappy.

Let me know what you think!

"Y/N, wake up" The voice of your Dutch teammate and housemate calls out to you from down the hall.

"Ugh noooo" You whine as right on queue, your alarm on your phone starts to blare as you automatically lean over to the left side to try and reach out to shut the sound of it off to stop it from making your head pound even more than it already does.

"Y/N, are you up yet? Training starts in an hour!" The loudness of Beth makes you scrunch your face up tightly as you shove the pillow over your face. "Y/N!?" she shouts.

"M' up, m' getting up now" You respond tiredly as you try to force yourself up from the cocoon of your duvet that you're currently buried in.

Eventually, you have mustered the energy to manovoure to sit on the side of your bed in a haze as you let out a small cough, trying to ignore the blatant rough feeling in your throat.

You can't help but feel like you've been hit by a bus, which would be putting it lightly.

You've always been prone to get ill quickly but you're also incredibly stubborn to admit it, so you'll push yourself and put your health at risk.

"Y/N, are you-- Whoa kid, you don't look great at all" Beth notes when she pops her head around the door and takes in the disheveled expression that's plastered on your face.

"Gee thanks Beth" You mutter while trying to push past the aching feeling that's taken over your whole body to stand up from your bed and walk over to the wardrobe to grab out what you needed, so you could get ready.

"Are you sure you want to go in? I mean, I don't think Jonas will mind if you skip out on training if you're not up to it" The blonde frowns, worriedly.

Letting out a harsh cough that makes you wince in pain, you shake your head in disagreement, "I'll be fine to train, m' not even that sick!" You disagree quietly, pressing your fingers against your tempe to try and massage it to stop the pounding inside your head. "I just need to dose up on some tablets and I'll be good to go" You add.

Beth eyes you wearily and exhales a sigh, "Oookay then, alright if you're sure?" The blonde checks in again for you to only nod in response, leaving you to finish getting ready.

"Y/N, hurry up. Lets' go before we're late!" Beth calls out from the kitchen, taking note of the time on the clock. "What's taking her so long?" She wonders.

"I'll go and find out" Viv exhales a sigh and heads in the direction of your bedroom to find you sprawled out onto the bed fast asleep again. "Y/N... Y/N, wake up" she shakes you lightly.

Somehow, you manage to get ready and then slump back down on the bed, driifting back off to sleep without any realisation of the time ticking before you need to leave the house to go and train.

"H... Huh?" You groan as you blink your eyes open tiredly and stare at the Dutch with a confused expression. "Oh, is it time to go?" You ask.

"It's time to go" Viv frowns as she takes in the sunken expression. "Are you sure you're up for it?" She wonders.

"Yep, m' good. Lets go" You pull yourself up from the bed, ignoring how lightheaded you feel and stumble out of your bedroom while Viv glances at you confused.

"Here she is" Beth jokes as she spots you stumble down the hall.

Another harsh cough escapes your mouth as you hazily shove your trainers on, "M' ready to go now" You tell them.

"Uh, should we be concerned about that?" Viv turns to look at Beth in concern.

"Yes but Y/N's stubborn, remember?" Beth exhales a sigh.

"And she's insisting to go and train?" Viv questions as she looks at you, worriedly.

"God, Y/N looks like death" Laura remarks as she joins the three of you out in the hallway with her training bag draped over her shoulder.

"Yeah, she's not... she's not feeling so great apparently" Beth shakes her head, leading the way outside.

"Should she even be training?" Viv glances at you, sceptically.

"I don't think so but you know how stubborn she is" Beth states.

"I can hear you all, you know? M' fine!" You continue to insist even though the harshness of your throat, it felt like you had swallowed razor blades.

"Your mean when your sick" Laura mumbles, shaking her head as she climbs into the back of the car.

"Shut up, your making my head hurt" You can't help but grumble as you climb in the car. "And m' not sick!" you insist further.

"You totally are" Laura fires back, sticking her head in her phone as she can't help but smirk.

"Am not" You mumble, exhaling a sigh as you feel the cool window against the burning heat radiating from your forehead.

"Great, the kids are fighting; just a typical morning, huh?" Beth jokes with Viv as she climbs in the passenger seat of the car.

"Y/N!" You flinch and fight the urge to groan as you feel the weight of Kyra jump on your back as you're standing in the middle of the gym, trying to middle

"Jesus, Kyra. Why're you so loud?" You huff and whine, wincing at the loudness of the Aussie's voice.

"Are you okay, Y/N/N?" Alessia peers at you with compassion.

"Yeah, you don't look great at all" Vic chips in, concerned.

"God don't you guys start too" You can't help but whine and complain as you struggle to lift the weights in your hands, just as queue as you start to cough again. "M' totally fine, you're all overreacting about this" You tell them.

"Are you sure?" Alessia frowns.

"Should you even be here today?" Vic wonders.

"Seriously, you two as well?" You huff dramatically as you slowly drop the weights on the floor and lift your shirt to wipe the sweat from the top of your head. "M' fine. It's just a little cough" coughs rake through your whole body as you clutch your hand over your heart.

"Take a seat, Y/N... You just need to take it easy, alright?" Alessia gently forces you down to sit on the bench and take some deep breaths, while you're passed your bottle of water to take some small sips.

"You should probably go home" Kyra chips in as you muster the energy you have to glare at her unhelpful comment.

Training is hard to handle, several times you have to stop and take the time to take some deep breaths to stop yourself running out of breath as further harsh coughs rake through your body.

Your throat feels scratchy, your nose won't stop running, and you feel slightly feverish, but you try to push past it to carry on with the sprinting drill you are currently in the middle of.

All of the girls had recognised the telltale signs that you're sick but every time someone tries to mention it, you shut them up with a dirty scowl while you try chug water to get rid of the pain in your throat.

"Wow, you look horrible, baby England" Your Arsenal vice-captain and England captain, Leah, approaches you and pats your shoulder lightly.

It's only a simple gesture, but it makes you wince and groan in pain; your whole body aches, but you're still too stubborn to relent and give in to going home anytime soon.

You just pray you can get through the rest of training, hopefully.

"Oh, thanks, Leah. You're just as charming as Beth is" You say before coughing, while the blonde looks at you knowingly.

"And you say you're not sick, huh?" Leah raises her eyebrow. "Okay, you shouldn't even be here today. You need to go home right now" She states.

"No, m' fine, why do you guys keep making it out like it's such a big deal that I'm sick?" You can't help but whine as you wipe your nose with your hand, which makes the older blonde wrinkle her nose in slight disgust at your action. "It's just a dumb cold that'll pass" You mumble as you huff.

Leah continues to give you a further knowing look, "Really, Y/N? Really?" She asks, knowingly.

"Okay, I feel like I've been hit by a bus... And then it's reversed, and it's hit me again" You mumble quietly, hoping that the blonde didn't hear a word that you say.

"Oh, baby England. You're definitely too sick to be here" Leah takes pity on you and wraps her free arm around your shoulder; you let out another small huff and fight the urge to stop.

You try to keep your eyes from fluttering shut while you stand there and take sips of water between speaking to her.

"Listen, I care about you a lot and that's why I'm pulling rank as your vice-captain..." You're quick to cut her off with a whiny voice.

"No, Leah... No" You interject., trying to object to it.

"You're going home, you're clearly not well enough to train today" The blonde states firmly.

"No, no. M' fine to train" You try and insist, although the sound of your voice makes the blonde think different not to mention the harsh coughing either.

"Uh uh no way, nope. Your going home, baby England" Leah repeats as she gestures Beth to join in the conversation. "Beth, will you please take your sick kid home? She's being stubborn and refusing to go" the blonde chuckles.

"I'm on it, don't worry" Beth ironicically had your bags and her bags ready to go, almost like she was expecting this.

"Why? I don't need to go--" You wheeze and start to cough again, huffing as you try and ignore the looks from the two of them. "I don't need to go home!" You insist.

"C'mon kid, stop being so stubborn. Let's get you home" Beth sympathises with you as she pulls you into her arms.

"I still think you guys are overreacting about this" You grumble as you let out a sneeze and can't help but feel miserable about feeling so sick.

"Quit being stubborn, go home before I get Kim invovled in this" Leah warns, amusedly with a look that almost makes you cower and give in.

"You wouldn't" You mumble, pouting at the blonde.

"Wouldn't I?" Leah fires back, determingly.

You can't help but let out a gasp, "That's cruel. I'm literally... I'm literally fine" You try and insist although the visible bags under your eyes and runny nose say different.

"Uh huh sure I believe you, baby England" Leah can't help but chuckle amusedly as she pats you on the shoulder. "Go home and get better, see you in a few days Y/N!" she states.

"Come on kid lets' go home eh?" Beth gently leads you in the direction of the car, where Viv is already waiting to go.

"M' not even that sick" You mumbe, a barking cough rattles through your whole body as you virtually slump against the blonde as you both walk to the car. "What about Laura?" you wonder.

"Course you're not kid, of course you're not" Beth can't help but laugh in amusement as she helps you into the back of the car and fastens the seatbelt. "And Leah's gonna bring her back, don't worry kid" she reassaures you.

"I give it ten minutes before she's asleep" Viv remarks as she turns her head and see's you already trying to curl up in a ball to sleep.

"I give it five" Beth states as she climbs in the passenger seat, buckling herself in before Viv drives out the car park.

Low and behold, 5 minutes into the car trip back home and you're passed out in the back seat of the car.

"Looks like you win the bet" Viv states, glancing into the rear view mirror to see your sleeping state.

"We're in a long few days with this illness, huh?" Beth remarks, frowning as they both know exactly how it's going to play out.

"Most definitely, good job we're stocked up on medicine already" Viv remarks, knowingly.

"Our wonder kid sure is a stubborn one" Beth mumbles, shaking her head in sympathy.

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