#3k words max

[wisterialyn]

Oops started another WIP fic despite already have four other WIPs...

[keyotos]

face-to-face

summary ↯

aventurine has a bit of a staring problem while shopping

tags ⎯ unestablished relationship. like we are in the baby stages of their relationship. minor jealousy. lots of banter. lowk dialogue heavy.

word count ⎯ 3.3k

tana's thoughts ⎯ aventurine has taken over my brain so here's a snippet of the series i'm writing

over the years, it's become easier for you to notice when someone stares at you. before, it was an uncomfortable feeling. you felt eyes peering over your shoulder as if you were a pest–it made your skin churn and shoulders twitch up self-consciously. now though, gazes move past you like air. you don't care as much about the opinions of other people–it's not like you'll be seeing them for long anyway.

except, today is different.

you can feel aventurine's colorful eyes trail your every move. from the moment you chose the necklace, to the moment you took it up to the cashier. he wasn't being as inconspicuous as he assumed to be: that died after the fifth glance that he shot your way while you were inspecting said necklace.

even through his glasses, aventurine's stare was burning and heavy. you never thought that such light-colored eyes could install such a hefty weight on your back, but aventurine proves you wrong.

while the cashier rings up your necklace, you look back at aventurine. coincidentally, he was already eyeing you before you even turned around. so when you catch him, he thinks that the other pieces of jewelry in the store are far more interesting than your face could ever be.

you scrunch your eyebrows and shake it off. by now, you're quite used to his unusual antics, so you brush him off. the cashier engages in light conversation with you, and then you feel it again. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and everything feels like it's weighted down.

you bid the cashier goodbye, and aventurine follows you outside. his hands are in his pockets while he whistles, almost like he wants you to start talking. you shoot him a confused look back, your eyebrow raised and nose crinkled.

when he only whistles louder, you decide to poke the bear.

"okay, what is it?" you stop and turn to face him.

"what? you don't like my whistling?" aventurine responds with an innocent tone; he even shrugs his shoulders like he has no idea what's going on.

you huff, "not just the whistling. what's up with your staring?" you raise a hand up to his eyes, "we're supposed to be acting normal. i don't think gawking at the person you're shopping with is exactly normal."

aventurine's jolts back, like he was accused of murder instead of ogling. "i wasn't gawking."

you nod, "yeah, you were staring."

"those mean the same thing."

"i think you've been hanging out with the doctor too much," you roll your eyes and continue walking. aventurine quickly marches up to you, matching your pace sooner than you thought.

"are you trying to compare me to him? we're completely different people, you know that, right? i don't act like him at all," aventurine rambles on. his head is turned to you so that his mouth is directly next to your ear, meaning you hear all of his words. you can't tune him out like usual.

"first of all," it's your turn to look at him, "i just said you hang out with him a lot. and you do, don't you?" aventurine's lips fall into a flat as you say that.

"and second of all, stop changing the subject. why were you staring at me back there?"

the man next to you huffs, and it sounds nearly childlike, "i'm not changing the subject. i'm just trying to tell you that i'm nothing like the doctor," he says with disdain.

"you are changing the subject, otherwise you wouldn't be talking about dr. ratio as much as you are now," you glance around at the various stores surround the two of you, and for a second, you swear that you see aventurine's eyes linger on you once more.

"you did it again!" you fully stop, pointing a finger at his eyes.

aventurine has to catch himself before he falls over at your sudden stop. "what? what are you talking about?"

"you keep glancing over at me! do i have something in my face? my teeth?" a large smile blossoms across your face as you beam at aventurine. for a moment, his annoyed facade falters, and his face relaxes.

"no, and if you did, i'd tell you," he swats a hand in your face, "i don't know what you're talking about."

you roll your eyes. it's obvious that he's hiding something, because usually his lies are more believable. but when you're catching him in the act, denial is not a good way to refute false claims.

"yeah, whatever," you look around the plaza the two of you are currently in when another store catches your eye. your face instantly brightens, and you wander towards the doors.

it's another clothing store, similar to all the other ones on the planet. except, something specific drew you here, and it was the display of hats they had near the window. you walk up to it, spinning the shelf around a few times to grasp onto all the options. your eyes are wide and your mouth is slightly parted as you examine each hat with awe.

unbeknownst to you, aventurine catches up to you and finds you fumbling around with each hat on the rack.

he sneaks up behind you, mumbling, "now, that's what you call gawking."

you jump up in surprise, hitting your head on something more soft than the hard shelf. aventurine quickly redacts his hand from the top of your head.

"i'm just doing what any normal shopper would do," you rub the top of your head before going back to the hats. aventurine's long sigh rings in your ear as you browse.

"yeah, okay," he looks at the selection of hats beside you, "i doubt anything you do is normal, but–" aventurine doesn't get to finish his sentence. he hears your boisterous gasp, and his eyes are on you once more.

"do you see this!!" you lift a fedora up to his eyes, "we could match," you whisper it like a secret, as if matching would be your thing. like matching would only be a tangible thought between the two of you, and no one else.

"yeah, no," aventurine lifts the hat down and places it back on the shelf, "sorry sweetheart, but the hat is my thing."

you grimace at the pet name, "mkay. so, you're gatekeeping fedoras now?"

aventurine sputters, "what? what is gatekeeping?"

you heavily sigh, and aventurine is pretty sure you're putting on an act right now. "are you serious? how do you not know what gatekeeping is?" you shake your head as you grab the hat from the shelf, "anyway, i think i know the real reason you don't want to match."

"because it's childish? and totally not my style?"

you turn around and flick your partner on the shoulder, "no. and you really have been hanging around the doctor too much." you shudder and place the hat on your head, "i think it's because you know i would show you up in it."

aventurine muffles a chortle when he sees you put on the fedora, "keep in mind that we're in the land of dreams."

your lips curl up in the way that they always do when you're annoyed. you are not very amused by his bits today. "you suck," you take the fedora off and continue browsing for different options.

you hear aventurine's footsteps gradually get softer and softer as you keep browsing. that's fine, you think, this is his shopping trip too–he's allowed to find things for himself.

one hat after another: that's your current predicament at the moment. you're glad aventurine is off doing his own shopping, but you also wish that you glued him to the ground so he could give you a second opinion. unfortunately, he is nowhere to be seen, and you are having trouble deciding between two caps.

"do you need any help finding anything?" a voice perks up from behind you, making your shoulders jolt up. it's not the voice you want to hear, instead it belongs to a lovely retail worker.

"ah, no thank you," you smile politely and turn back to the two hats in your hand.

"okay, let me know if you need anything!" sometimes, you wonder how retail employees are able to maintain such a chipper tone of voice for hours on end. do they really want to help you or are they just saying that because they have to?

and that's when the thought hits you: either way, they're still offering themselves up. your eyes widen and you rush towards the employee.

"actually, wait!" he turns around when you touch his shoulder, "i do need help. and this is gonna sound super random–and possibly weird–but what do you think of these two hats?"

you put one hat on–a red one that seems to flop on your head, "this one is nice, right?" the employee in front of you just nods. he's a bit tense and stiff; it seems like he's trying not to offend you.

"yeah, i think it's nice too. only thing is that it's kinda flopping on my head, and caps aren't really supposed to flop," you take it off and hold it in your hand.

you're surprised the employee hasn't made his break yet, because he's still standing in front of you when you grab the other cap.

"and this one," you hold your free hand up to the new, black hat, "is the one that belongs to my favorite team. well, i guess the other one also belonged to another one of my–"

"what are you doing?" you can recognize that voice anywhere. that voice that carries a slightly whiny tone. that voice that always seems to have some judgement sprinkled throughout it.

you and the worker both seem surprised. well, the employee seems to be more intimidated than surprised, but either way, his entire face had gone pale.

"um, trying on hats?" you take off the cap and hold it up.

"i can see that," he looks over towards the employee in front of you, "but is it seriously a two-person job?"

you scrunch your eyebrows together, "i needed a second opinion."

"you could've asked me," aventurine whispered, though it sounded more like a hiss.

"i think someone else needs help," the employee takes a few steps back from the both of you, "i hope you find everything!" there it is. he tries his best to sound cheerful, but his voice quivered as he moved away from the two of you.

"he was such a nice guy," you said as you waved goodbye. aventurine did not look as pleased as you did.

"we're supposed to be laying low. you know that, right?" the blond emphasizes.

you shake him off, "yeah, and tell me how a regular retail worker is gonna rat us out? what about us possibly screams 'sleuth'?"

"we're buying hats." aventurine isn't very proud of his answer, and he can tell that you thought it was weak as well.

"so everyone that buys hats are suspicious?" you retort, putting on the cap you previously took off. "do i look like a murderer to you?"

aventurine sighs. his fingers go to his temples and you're sure that you've brought him to his last nerve.

"this hat is better than the other one," he puts the red one back onto the shelf. "the other one practically fell on your face. i doubt you could even see with that one."

you look at the red hat and then look back at aventurine, furrowing your eyebrows together. "that was a specific answer. i never even showed you what the red hat looked like."

aventurine cleared his throat, and the ceiling must look extra nice, "i overheard the other guy talking. you're loud, y'know that?"

your face immediately breaks out in a huge grin, so wide and bright that aventurine looks back at you for a mere second, before turning back to the ceiling.

"you were doing it again!! the staring! goodness, i thought you were good at lying," you laugh, slapping him on the shoulder to garner his attention, "admit it. i've caught you."

"i'm being serious. you're a little loud," aventurine crosses his arms, biting on the inside of his cheek.

"la-la-la-la. can't hear you. guess i'm speaking too loudly to notice," you put the black cap on again–the brim sticking the opposite direction–and look in the mirror. "hey, since you're here, can you give me another opinion."

aventurine nods for you to continue, and you smile, "perfect. does this make me look like a cool galactic baseball player?"

this is what takes him aback, "huh? why would you want to look like that?"

"well, i'm going to a game soon, and i didn't want to look like a fake fan," you shrug and look in the mirror again. "but now that i'm really looking at myself, i think i’d be an amazing galactic baseballer. what do you think?”

you pretend to hold a baseball bat in your hands, getting into a hitter stance. you make sound effects as you swing your pretend-bat into aventurine's chest, aiming for the open hole in the middle.

aventurine reaches over your head, "well first of all, i'm pretty sure baseball players wear their caps the right way." he grabs your hat and places it on the right way, but not without making sure the brim covered your eyes.

"are you serious right now?!" you yelp, quickly pulling up the hat so you can regain your vision.

and there aventurine is, staring at you again.

you briefly gulp before broadcasting, "you're staring!" you march closer to him. "i caught you!" you're only inches apart now. "and it was obvious!" your finger is pointed at his eyes, but unlike earlier, your finger is much closer.

if you had gotten only an inch closer, you would be able to feel aventurine's heartbeat, despite not even being chest-to-chest.

"okay, okay," aventurine is the first one to step back, and you feel something sinking, "but that was only once."

"yeah, whatever. 'once.' not like i haven't caught you a million other times," you shook your head and regained your baseball posture, "you can't hide from these sharp eyes. told you i'd be a great galactic baseballer."

the blond chuckles, and your eyebrows raise up at the sound, "keep dreaming."

"well, a really weird guy did tell me earlier that we are in the land of dreams. so, if i dreamt that i could be a galactic baseballer, it'd actually happen."

aventurine tilts your hat down once more, dismissing your cries while he does it.

"remember what i said about acting normal?"

"this is actually pretty normal for me," you take the hat off.

"can't argue with that," aventurine looks towards the cashier and then back at you. you raise an eyebrow, as if to raise the question, "is there something wrong with my hair?"

if there is, aventurine doesn't do something about it. surprising, since he's practically been doing something this whole trip. "are you ready to go up?" he asks you.

"you're not gonna get anything?" you look around the store, "we can look at stuff for you. there's tons of things here."

aventurine shakes his head and gives you a wink, "i've got everything i need." you suck in a sharp breath, and you try to focus on anything else other than how fast your heart begins to beat. when aventurine turns his back away from you, then you gulp.

when the two of you get to the cash register, you stand next to aventurine, preparing to pay. you're well aware of how costly things on penacony are–after all, this whole planet is like a tourist attraction. that's why you're paying with card instead of the usual credits.

"did you find everything?" the cashier asks you. you smile at the woman and nod, making idle chatter with her while aventurine idly stands next to you.

the woman turns over to aventurine, "i'm guessing you also want to pay for your item too?"

it's aventurine's turn to plaster a smile on his face. from what you've gathered from being with him so often, his smiles are often sly. some would compare it to the cheshire cat, but you thought he rather resembled an evil cartoon villain.

"yes ma'am," his saccharine voice masked his villain grin, "do you still have it?"

"that i do," she responds, grabbing something from underneath the counter. your eyes fly from the woman to aventurine. you simply couldn't believe what you were looking at.

"you're buying the freaking feodora?" your posture straightens and you beam up at him, "i knew you wanted to match!"

"slow your roll," aventurine puts a hand up to you, "who said i was buying this for you?"

your smile drops and you shove his shoulder, "are you serious? i thought you didn't like that hat."

"i didn't not like the hat. i just didn't like the thought of us matching," he tilts his head to smirk at you.

the cashier's eye's bounce between you two, not knowing whose side to take. eventually, she settles for ringing your cap and aventurine's feodora up, not even wanting to say a word.

"alright, who's paying?" she looks up at the both of you.

"i am," you and aventurine say in unison. your face contorts while aventurine displays a confused expression.

"um," you whisper, stepping closer to the blond next to you, "i'm paying."

"um," aventurine mocks you, "you're broke."

"not broke!" you kick his shin, and aventurine grips onto the counter in order to keep his balance, "just budgeting."

"yeah, and you know who don't have to budget? people that aren't broke."

"so he's paying?" the cashier interrupts. you step away from aventurine out of shame. he can have this.

when aventurine sees you put away your wallet, he proudly hands his card up to the woman in front of you. when she looks down to scan his card, he shoots you a sly look and a wink. your mouth rests in a flat line and your eyes show no signs of hilarity.

the moment the two of you step out of the store, you immediately go for aventurine's bag. before he could even catch you, the hat is already in your hands.

"we can switch!" you try to reason with him, "you would be a great baseball player. just, y'know, not as great as me."

"and..." you sing, "we wouldn't match. wouldn't that suit both of our goals?"

aventurine looks over at you, and his gaze is softer. this time, you don't get onto him for gawking. how could you, when he's looking at you like that? you don't think you've ever seen him like that... ever.

you squint your eyes, trying to decipher his real expression. but there's nothing for you to investigate.

"what?" you ask.

"you can keep it."

immediately you take a step back, nearly bumping into a bystander walking behind you. you shout a quick apology before returning back to aventurine, "didn't you buy this for yourself though? what's the point of me keeping it?"

"i just realized that it didn't go with any of the outfits i have," he sighed, looking into the distance, "what a waste of money. so, it's yours."

"what kind of bullshit is that?" you scold the blond, "you always have to think about whether or not you'd actually wear the item before you buy it. that's like... number one rule of shopping."

"i don't shop that much," aventurine shrugs, glancing at you one last time before focusing on the street ahead. he bites the inside of his cheek and tries his hardest not to look to the side. you'd give him hell for it.

but you're not focused on that. everything's slow, and it feels like the street is empty.

"well, then we're gonna have to go more often."

[reveluving]

anything and everything ; paddy feld x reader x max

summary: it’s them and their girl against the fucking world.

warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), Max & Paddy in general (if you've seen the movies, you know how they are. but! they're pretty tame here), minor character death (deserved; horrible ex + cheating but it's okay, you win in the end) including minor mentions of blood & breaking bones type of violence, Paddy & Max would do anything for you.

a/n: ta-da!! you don't know how excited I was to write this. had to rewrite a few things but I was too into the idea, I didn't mind kdlsajk and mind you, it's EXTRA nasty in this one, so, keep that in mind! please enjoy, take care & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!

» smut includes: mildly DARK fic! mm4f, size kink, lovestruck & possessive (slightly mean) doms!paddy & max, shy-esque mc, ‘baby’ & ‘pretty girl’ as petnames, dirty talking, facesitting/oral s~ex (both f & m receiving, clothed(?) too), spit & tit play, marking, spanking, brief mentions of blood play (doesn’t happen), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), teasing & mentions of punishment, did I mention possessive paddy & max yet?

'And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.' ;

Paddy’s fingers thrummed along the shape of the steering wheel, subtly displaying his excitement even at such an hour. The music coming from the radio was partially his saving grace from the fairly long drive but the anticipation of what was to come expelled any form of restlessness in his body.

The road he took practically didn’t exist on the map, but he had no problem navigating his destination the deeper he went into the woods, not when he had taken the route many times for the past couple of months for this very moment.

Slowly yet surely, he spotted a familiar car, the headlights remaining on were enough for Paddy to see a man overlooking something before him. He knew his landlord long enough to recognize the large, taller frame in the distance. He spotted the bundle of clothes by his feet, along with the rocks of different sizes next to it, and Paddy knew he had begun.

Good thing, too, for it was mere hours before your alarm would go off, and they wanted to be by your side as soon as you opened your pretty eyes.

Without wasting any time, Paddy turned the engine of his car off before exiting the vehicle, sauntering over to his good friend—your other partner—and standing next to him.

“Took you long enough.” Max scoffed, though largely jesting to get under Paddy’s skin.

“She slept later than usual.” Paddy explained, one corner of his lips quirking at the memory of mere hours ago, of him snuggling you against him, lulling you to sleep with kisses and pats before quietly leaving the unit once he was confident you were truly out like a light.

“She couldn’t sleep?” Max glanced at his friend, a hint of worry in his rich voice, to which Paddy shook his head.

“She’s just excited for tomorrow.”

Ah, Halloween.

Max hummed in understanding, then cut the conversation, or at least, the subject short. As much as he’d love to ask how you were doing, he and Paddy had business to take care of, and the ‘business’ in question stood right in the trench before them.

Chad, or really, they’d just prefer to call him ‘your ex’, stood naked in the ditch, shivering and battered from Max’s need to pour his frustration out on him an hour prior—remembering all the stories you’d tell them of how he had the gall to swoop in and take you from them, even if you weren’t theirs yet. 

It was one thing to steal you from them, but it was another to treat you like you were worth less than cheap dirt. Manipulating you into thinking his mistreatments were just you ‘being a big baby’ or accusing you of how ‘possessive’ you were when he would ‘just casually talk’ to other women when you found the bravery to break up with him a year ago.

But were they really surprised by a pompous man, no, boy, with dodgy secrets? Spending his old money on pointless luxuries and meeting up with low lives behind his old girlfriends’ backs, including yours. It was a good thing you were out of the relationship earlier than his previous exes, but fuck, if Paddy and Max didn’t want to gouge his eyes out for even mistreating you in the first place. 

They could never forget the tears in your eyes and on your cheek when you stopped by, reassuring them with a wobbly smile that you had ended the relationship, but not without seeing the man’s true colours by berating you for leaving him.

But that was in the past. The months that came after were nothing but bliss, for you and them. You didn’t think Paddy nor Max were open to the idea—the three of you—but you were proven wrong. You should’ve expected it, though, with how Paddy and Max were more or less alike, including but not limited to their ‘innocent’ flirting with you before it all went down.

But it wasn’t just the relationship that had them in high spirits.

It wasn’t hard to find his information online—the sucker was as terrible as an ‘influencer’ nowadays, and it was even easier to air his secrets out, destroying relationships including with his own family and even transferring most of his savings to shelters because why the hell not. 

At one point, Max couldn’t resist taking a video of the poor guy borderline begging the lady he cheated with when you were still together at their usual meeting spot at a bar.

He and Paddy had the time of their lives watching the embarrassing scene, even anonymously sharing it on his hacked account before days later, Paddy tampered with the same woman’s drink enough for her to overdose and successfully framed your ex ‘as revenge for public humiliation’. 

Yes, the past few months were priceless, to say the least.

But they never spent the whole time ruining the man’s life all the time, no, they had a beloved to take care of. The time to ruin lives could come whenever they pleased, but not precious moments with you.

Besides, wasn’t it more entertaining to drag out one’s victim’s despair just a little longer? The reactions to their downfall mattered, after all.

And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.

“Doesn't look like he's got a lot of fight in ‘em.” Paddy snorted.

“Good.” Max replied, short but well-pleased.

“Hey, man…” Chad croaked, and Max and Paddy immediately grimaced, “I didn't think she meant that much to you…. Honest…”

The two rolled their eyes in annoyance.

“At least think of a better lie, kid,” Max sighed, “‘s'not like we'd let you go if you did.”

Paddy huffed, amused at the truth in his words. If anything, they'd be doing the world a favour, removing a little parasite—yours, theirs, his ‘friends’ and exes, and hell, even his family—all while getting to call you theirs.

But, it was satisfying to see the pathetic sod being, well, pathetic. A way better look on him than the infuriatingly cocky façade he'd put up around others for whatever the hell he was leering for then.

“I’m not..! I–C'mon, I didn't even lay a hand on her–” Chad reasoned weakly, only to further set them off.

“You better pray you fucking didn't.” Paddy snarled. He and Max knew he didn't, but it didn't ease their anger any less because, at the end of the day, he still manipulated you in some way, using a few tricks to make you seem like you were the ‘overthinking’ one even if it didn't entirely work. 

At the end of the day, he did you harm.

“Alright, y'got anything else to say, kid?” Max leaned his weight on one leg, adjusting the black gloves he had been wearing since he dragged the guy in the middle of nowhere. Paddy, too, put on his gloves as he turned around, all while eyeing the rocks.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Chad spoke in urgency, his teeth chattering from the chilly air, “I can pay up! I won’t tell anybody shit about this–”

“No, you won’t,” Max agreed as he interjected, honestly not wanting to listen to him anymore, “Not especially her name out of your mouth.”

Against his better judgement, Chad had the gall to shout at the mere mention of you.

“Her?” He yelled, his annoyance picking back when Max brought your name up multiple times during this whole thing, “Why the fuck does she matter to you that much anywa–” 

Crunch.

Chad's head whipped to the side as the sizable rock Paddy threw landed at his temple, the sound horrific but satisfying to the two.

“Easy,” Max drawled, swiftly picking up a rock and inspecting it, “No fun in killing him already.” 

“You wanna listen to him talk ‘bout her like that?” Paddy grunted, chest rising and falling at the audacity of a man who was on the brink of death.

“Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm pissed,” Max replied coolly, hiding his temper behind nonchalance. He felt the weight of the rock he held before eyeing Chad with a dangerous look, “But the head? Pat, come on, we made it this far. Play around with him a little.” 

Paddy didn't have the time to reply as Max held the rock above him before throwing it, aiming right at Chad's leg with almost the same, if not, a nastier sound of impact than when Paddy threw it. 

Chad yowled, falling to the ground before groaning in sheer pain. He could only sob on the ground, specks of dirt already in his eyes and mouth.

“See?” Max smiled cruelly, “Make him feel it, just like she had to.”

Just speaking of it riled him up just as it did to Paddy. They wanted to finally, finally get it rid of him, sure, but there was no harm in having fun with it just a little longer. They'd clean up the mess anyway, might as well say their final goodbyes to the son of a bitch for good.

“Yeah… Yeah, alright.” Paddy mirrored his friend's cold-blooded contentment, picking up another rock, this time, hoping to break any parts of his bones without instantly killing him just yet.

And just like that, Chad wished for his ultimate death as they prolonged his torture.

You, back in Paddy’s unit, were none the wiser, slowly waking up from your deep sleep. You turned, anticipating Paddy upon opening your bleary eyes, only to blink at the sight of Max, watching you with a warm smile as he lay on his side.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He greeted, bringing his hand to your face and caressing your cheek.

“G'morning…” You murmured with a shy smile, hiding one side of your face in the pillow.

“Oh, no, don't do that now,” Max chuckled, “Don't hide that pretty face from me.”

Even half asleep, he could make you giggle first thing in the morning.

“How'd you sleep?” He asked, his voice almost enough to lull you back to sleep.

“Good,” You responded, unaware of their little escapade hours ago. You yawned, “You?”

“Like a baby,” He grinned, causing your heart to flutter. In reality, he hadn't had a wink of sleep since he and Paddy drove back home, but the adrenaline of putting the bastard down gave him more than enough energy to see you, “Come here.”

Max gently led you to his lap, encouraging you to straddle his hips while resting your head on his chest, “Atta girl.”

You couldn't resist relaxing in his arms, not when he was so warm and comfortable, and he didn't want you to do so either, kissing the crown of your head while his hands slid up and down your sides.

But you knew Max long enough to know his touches didn't always stay innocent as his hands roamed lower and lower and lower before reaching the hem of your nightdress.

You eyed him suspiciously, “Max…”

He just hummed, leaning in to kiss your temple and cheek, “That's me.” 

You huffed at his wits, only for your eyes to flutter shut as his hands roamed under the fabric, “Max, c'mon, I just woke up…”

You were a little worried about your morning breath and how you looked from just waking up, but he was having none of it.

“Can't hear you.” He drawled lowly against your skin, pulling you closer so he could latch his lips onto your neck. You jolted at the feeling of Max's palms gripping and kneading your ass, your body only growing tauter when a third hand slid up the curve of your back.

“Starting without me, pretty girl?” Paddy cooed, leaning in to kiss your cheek, the other side that Max hadn't touched yet.

“Paddy…” You whimpered, and as soon as you turned your head to look at him, briefly noticing he was shirtless, he slotted his lips against yours, the fingers of his other hand brushing along your neck before descending to your clothed breasts.

The haziness in your mind grew more than when you woke up, feeling pairs of lips and hands mark your body with vigour.

Max sat up, forcing you and Paddy to break the kiss as he slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

Paddy took a seat on the edge of the mattress, kissing your shoulder from behind, feeling his spine-chilling groans reverberating against your back. 

And with two sick minds thinking alike, images of you covered in your ex’s blood in between them fueled their uncontrollable desires. Too bad every last drop of it had to be drained for obvious reasons. But it wouldn't hurt to imagine what could've been every once in a while. 

So long the deed was done. 

Good riddance, bitch.

Paddy pulled at your tits between his fingers, the same time Max nipped at the space between your neck and shoulder, leaving the barest hint of mark that begged to be darker. 

More long-lasting, prominent for the world to see.

“How ‘bout it, baby? Think you can for a quick round before we let you go?” Max asked. They could've convinced you to stay in bed longer if not for the candies you had promised to buy before the last minute in the afternoon for trick-or-treaters tonight.

“We'll take good care of you.” Paddy added, as they always did.

You pleaded with the two with a look that was to die for and it wouldn't take long for them to act upon your request, leaving you in your pretty undies, almost tearing off your sleepwear when they removed the pesky article.

Max was eager to lay on his back, encouraging you to move back a little and position your ass just above his face, making you face Paddy, whose pants were off, teasing you by fondling his prominent tent with a smug smile.

You weren't sure whether to focus on him or Max’s cock standing tall each time you looked down, awaiting your soft lips and its careful licks.

You jumped at Max’s playful slaps and massages of your ass, prompting Paddy to coo as he neared until his shins touched the bed.

“Playin’ a lil’ rough, isn’t he, baby?” He cradled your jaw, almost condescendingly mimicking your parted lips as Max licked you through the flimsy panties. He gently led your head by the chin to his bulge and sighed in contentment, “Yeah, that’s my good girl.”

“My good girl.” Max grunted, biting his lips upon moving your panties to the side before licking a big stripe along your pussylips like a man starved, even more so when he couldn’t help but spank you three more consecutive times, downright suffocating himself when trapped your thighs around his head.

“Max…” You cried into Paddy’s tented pants, nuzzling him like it would calm Max down, but they couldn’t blame you, knowing your mind was already mush. 

You could already imagine the familiar beard burns decorating your inner thighs.

Paddy pouted, “Baby, ‘m’feeling a lil’ lonely,” Brushing your bottom lip with his thumb, he stared at your through lidded eyes, “You know what t’do, yeah?”

You did, you always did.

Keeping your eyes on him, you mouthed along the girth of him, leaving little trails of drool because ‘there is nothing sexier than our sweet girl making a mess out of them’. Their words, not yours.

Giving a low growl, he slid his sweatpants down for you, “That’s it.”

He didn’t bother putting on boxers, already anticipating such ‘morning routine’ if he and Max were going to make it until the evening before they could get their hands on you again.

Of course, that didn’t mean they’d play nice behind closed doors when the trick-or-treaters weren’t around.

His pants dropped to the floor with a soft thud, his hard cock ached for you if the subtle twitches were anything to go by.

But Max, still eating you out and practically leaving marks on your behind, shoved his tongue into you just a tad deeper, reminding you that he, too, needed you.

You could only let a little glob of drool drip onto Max’s cock, then slowly wrapped your fingers around it before sliding your hand down to the base. Paddy clenched his jaw, greedy for the same treatment when Max bucked into your hand. He loosened just a tad bit when you finally leaned in, taking a small, cautious lick at the tip of him.

Somehow, somehow, Max knew your teasing behaviour and brought his palm down on your already sensitive rear. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t begging for air at this point the more your thighs tightened around him—if only you knew how much he wouldn’t mind dying that way.

Paddy tutted in disapproval, gently tapping his cock on your cheek, “Not very nice of you.”

“Think she deserves a little punishment?” Max spoke against your cunt, spreading your cheeks and downright spitting at your hole.

“I’m sure she can handle a few,” Paddy responded, eyes rolling back when you moaned around him the more he pushed himself into your mouth. He continued through gritted teeth, “And then, we’ll give her everything. Just like she deserves.”

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» a/n: this was initially a standalone fic for Max but then I was like mmm OMG what about with Max and Negan but then... I also wanted to write for Paddy, so... yeah ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[bitingdrivers]

we waited for so long and it's finally here! the VD bones au fic!

❤️ A challenge for Valentine's Day

maxiel, 3.1k words

“Fine,” Lewis sighs, but Daniel recognizes the look on his face. It's not going to end well.  “Really!?” Charles gasps.  “Yes. Everyone will get to go home if we solve this murder by 6,” Lewis states.  “If…”  There it is.  “If Daniel kisses Max,” Lewis finishes, grinning dangerously.

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

I swear I meant for this fic to be a shorter story. I promise I was trying to practice my short form fanfiction. I didn't mean for it to exceed the word limit by more than triple the amount. You have to believe me, the details got out of hand and I'm only halfway through and it's twenty-nine pages, and I truly did not intend for it to get out of hand.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share on sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you for the tag @steviewashere! This game is so much fun I'm glad I get to play again. My word is BAND.

Red is for snippets from my rock star break-up au Homesick (aka a desperate fool).

Blue is for snippets from a soulmates au I just started throwing together a few days ago.

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B: “Better doesn’t mean he’s good enough for you, Steve!"

A: After his momma died, and his daddy grew drunk and violent, Eddie couldn’t stop his pain from connecting. Everything from the smallest shove to hushed slurs passed through the invisible bond, and even though pain connections can’t be controlled, most people only sent their most intense pains. It felt like he sent everything. Any little thing that set him off, the signature crack followed by that same strange, soft comfort settled in his mind.

N: “Nancy mentioned something about her working in the sports department.”

“Becky gets press tickets and front row seats for a ton of games. They go to Blackhawks and Cubs games all the time.” Tone rising, Dustin’s cheeks are flushed, hands clenched at his sides.

“That’s–” Eddie starts, but is interrupted.

“Has he called you?” Dustin shouts at him.

D:  Did Eddie’s eyes linger a bit longer on Steve than Tommy or the other athletes? Maybe. Maybe not. Steve did his best not to think about it too much.

Only play if you want AND if I didn't tag you and you see this, feel free to play and tag me back! Your word is ANGST.

@pearynice @devondespresso @eriquin @katyawriteswhump @werepuppy-steve

@eddiethebrave @estrellami-1 @runninriot

And of course @carolperkinsexgirlfriend <3

[love-toxin]

do u think if i write good enough smut of max it'll improve people's reviews of the until dawn movie....I'm willing to try

[curiositeath]

Writing game: post the last sentence you wrote then tag someone for every word in the sentence. tagged by the ever-lovely @burins —let’s see what trash is in ye old brain cabinet!

Buried as he already was beneath such bitter regret, the only family Arthur had ever known succumbed to a hollow death without peace, and left his son to be crowned in a grief heralded by the inexorable futility of his father’s last moments upon what, in the end, was nothing but an ordinary earth, beneath an ordinary sky, on an ordinary day.

whew not looking forward to wrangling that in the edit lol 🙃 anyway, sentence loooooong and brain smoll so uh tagging (with zero pressure!) @shui-zhong @blackwiresgrowonherhead and @dcyiyou and if you’re reading this and would like to do it pls consider yourself tagged!

[chthonicchromestudio]

A Punishment Game of Cards ft. Roy

Here's the IF-raffle winner's (@traaaaash) request:

The fireplace engulfs the room in a warm glow, painting Roy’s cheeks a more lively shade of pink. Your own tingle pleasantly from the fragrant mulled wine you’re sipping while playing— or rather, handing Roy’s ass to him in blackjack.

“Again!” he snaps, reaching for your winning cards to shuffle them all up. “I’m starting to think Kal wasn’t wrong about you. Maybe you are a witch.”

“I’m just that lucky.”

“You know what they say about people who are lucky at cards, don’t you?” Roy smirks as he sets up the table, revealing one of his cards - a ten. With your eight and two, it’s almost a sure win. “They’re not so lucky in love.”

“Then you must be a real heartbreaker yourself.” Seeing how he tanked yet another match. “Or is it the ‘one true love’ that’s the ideal in this equation?”

Roy curses under his breath, and you think he either didn’t hear you or is simply ignoring you until he finally replies, “Isn’t it always? Or did you not come here hoping to find a love match in Duke?”

“It wasn’t really my choice,” you shrug. “And I wasn’t hoping for anything.”

“And now?”

Roy pauses his shuffling to peek at you from under lowered lashes. He seems intent on knowing the answer, but just as you’re about to say it, he waves you off, almost pushing cards into your hands.

“I suppose if you were truly lucky, you wouldn’t be here right now.” The continuous streak of losses stripped him of manners, but also bared his more honest side to you, exposing the childish and less poised flank. “What? You can’t tell me you’re enjoying yourself here.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” you chuckle, watching him take another card from the stack. For someone so proficient at chess, in the heat of the moment, he can’t control his expression to save his life. Or maybe it’s just the wine? “I’m feeling rather lucky in that regard as well.”

He looks up at that, his face a picture of disgruntled shock. “You can’t be serious. Who in their right mind would opt to be stranded in the middle of freezing nowhere.”

“I like snow. And the company isn’t half bad, either.”

Roy’s eyes are glued to his cards, but his lips curl up in obvious pleasure. He catches himself on that fast, though, donning a lofty grimace. “Naturally. The company and the wine, at least we have that, don’t we? We should enjoy it for as long as we can.”

There’s something melancholic in the way he says it, but you don’t wish to pry. Instead, you decide to cheer him up with an offer you know he won’t be able to resist. “Do you want to bet?”

“Pardon?”

“A bet, for our final round.” As much as you’re enjoying yourself tonight, the clock is ticking, and nightfall waits for no one. “The winner gets to make a wish.”

“Oh? What kind of wish?”

“How about... a punishment? Anything’s fair game, but no takesies backsies.”

Roy half-scoffs, half snickers, at your words. “Aren’t you afraid of what I might ask of you?”

“That’s assuming you’d win.”

Roy clicks his tongue. “What if I said I’m more... motivated now?”

“And your motivation changes the outcome of the bet?”

“Why? Is that fear I hear in your voice? It’s not too late to back off if you’re so afraid of losing to me.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“No? Then let’s leave it up to fate, shall we? I hear it favors the bold.”

“Bold, not overconfident.” 

“You’re stalling,” he taunts, tapping the deck of cards in a display of excited impatience. “Come, now, pick your cards. I’m curious to know if you’d [win] or [lose].”

[You won:]

Half expecting your luck to be overturned, you find it hard to suppress a grin when your two first cards turn out to be an instant win. It must be obvious because Roy preemptively blurts out a curse.

“Blackjack,” you announce gleefully, setting your cards face up on Roy’s to prove your victory. “So, is your curiosity sated?”

“That’s it. I’m summoning a paladin,” Roy mutters under his breath as he flicks the cards off the table. What a sore loser. “Ahem. Well. It’s rather late. I don’t suppose we—”

“Ah, ah, not so fast.” Not letting him escape, you latch onto his arm as he tries to stand up. “Your punishment first.”

“Being so vindictive is not attractive, my Lady,” he tuts, making only a token attempt at shrugging you off. “Besides, we could argue that I’ve already received my punishment when—”

“What happened to your bravado, Roy? You seemed so sure of yourself.”

Roy’s eyes flicker to the remaining cards that didn’t end up scattered on the floor. He quickly sends them flying, too, as one would when getting rid of evidence. “... It seems I’m simply more proficient at tactic-based games.”

“Mhm. Don’t worry, I won’t ask for anything terrible. Merely something... amusing.”

You sincerely doubt that Roy would have mercy on you, so you’re not planning to extend the courtesy, either. Still, you don’t want to humiliate him, only ruffle his feathers a little.

As you scan the room for inspiration, your gaze stops at Roy’s frilly jacket hanging from the back of his promptly vacated chair. The white collar reminds you starkly of the new uniform Cassandra showed you earlier, and thus, a marvelous idea dawns on you.

You’re a bit too eager when you share it, and so your words are rushed and garbled together, prompting Roy to raise a brow at you to accentuate his “Excuse me?”

“I said you’d be a terrible maid, but I’m sure you could make the uniform work, if nothing else.”

Roy’s lips part, but no sound escapes them. He blinks at you, as if unsure whether he should take the insult or refute it, but then the meaning of the entire sentence sinks in, and he’s left to gape at you soundlessly.

“My Lady,” he says after a while, clearing his throat two times before that. “Are you implying that you want me to...”

“Yes.”

“...wear the uniform. I see. Your tastes are truly unique.”

“You’re taking it better than I expected.”

“Are you disappointed?” Roy grins, immediately regaining his composure. “I live to defy expectations. Yours especially.”

“What an honor,” you huff, shy of rolling your eyes. “Well, then. Let’s fetch you a spare. And you’re coming with me.” 

Not allowing him to have even half a thought about getting away, you fix your hold on him, grabbing him securely by the wrist. At least, that’s what you attempt, but your hand finds his instead, warm to the touch and ungloved.

It startles you as much as it does Roy. He looks at it askance, with a peculiar expression, then slowly wraps his fingers around yours.

“How very forward of you,” he breathes out in a hushed, intimate whisper, as if sharing something forbidden. “Wise, too. You better hold me tight, lest I make my escape.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“You don’t know just how much I would dare... But you’re right. I won’t flee. At least for now.”

His face is barely an inch from yours, and the newfound awareness of his proximity makes goosebumps break all over your skin.

“Right. Let’s go.”

You turn away first, wordlessly pulling Roy with you into the hallway, belatedly remembering to release his hand. Thankfully, you don’t encounter anyone on your way, but that doesn’t cause the strange feeling that overcame you to dissipate.

True to his word, Roy doesn’t attempt to evade his punishment, trailing after you to the staff room. It’s locked, but you know he carries the skeleton key, and you don’t let him bluff you into believing that he has forgotten to pocket it.

“After you,” he says, gallantly holding the door open. His smirk alleviates all charm that the gesture might have held, and so, you push him into the room before you, with a smile of your own.

“No, after you.”

“Oof!” Roy makes a scene of barely maintaining his balance with the help of a shelf, massaging his ‘injured’ arm with the other. “Not an ounce of gentleness in you, is there?”

“If you wanted me to be gentle, you should have asked beforehand.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Roy huffs, returning to searching for the uniforms when you urge him to quit dilly-dallying.

The manor has more spare clothes than it does staff, and so there are plenty available in all sizes. Roy picks a set for himself from a wooden chest, pausing to look up at you with more of a challenge in his eyes than a plea.

“Dress and all?”

“Dress and all.”

“Fine.” With a defeated sigh, he straightens, reaching for the buttons of his shirt, starting from the bottom. “Do you mind? I don’t think this was a part of the punishment.”

Chastised, you turn to face the door, giving him some privacy while he changes. 

The momentary silence fills with on-and-off grunts and the swish-swash of fabric. It seems it takes longer for Roy to strip than to dress up, though given his elaborate attire, that doesn’t surprise you. 

When he’s done, he coughs pointedly to catch your attention. “Well?” 

The dress is slightly too short, barely covering his ankles, but he fills the upper parts of the uniform nicely. His posture is too relaxed to be taken as subservient, but his natural poise makes up for that.

“Not bad. Say, do you think Duke would let me appoint you as my personal maid?”

“Please, he’d let you appoint him as your personal maid if you only asked,” Roy scoffs, suddenly displeased. “He’d probably enjoy it, too.”

“You’re joking,” you laugh, quieting down when you notice that he doesn’t join you. His face is still twisted in that mocking grimace of his, though, so you assume he’s not entirely serious either. “What about you? You always complain that the work of an advisor is a thankless one.”

Roy barks out a laugh, his usual mirth recovered. “Why? Would you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Me, tending to you?” As he speaks, his eyes slowly slide up and down your body in a soft, intangible caress. “Dress you up in the morning, disrobe you, help you bathe.”

“Cassandra doesn’t bathe me.”  

“I’m not Cassandra, am I?”

“I—”

The door behind you rattles, startling you nearly to death.

“It’s occupied!” you yell, grasping at the knob, and from the look of it, scaring the poor maid shitless.

Roy, too, blanches, pulling the dress off himself with no regard for propriety. His stupefaction doesn’t last long, and in no time, he’s snickering again, highly amused. It’s only fortunate that the maid ran off before she could hear it.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m just wondering what sorts of rumors would be spread if you were caught in the staff room. With me. Naked.”

“Nothing flattering,” you mumble, watching the intricate knob with great interest. “I should leave first. Wait for a bit before you follow.”

“My, you make it sound naughty. It’s not like we’re having an affair.”

His comment is more barbed than jesting, but you pay it no mind, leaving it unanswered.

Still, his words are all you can think of, and you can’t seem to escape them - or Roy - even as you exit the room, quickening your pace.

[You lost:]

Though you’re usually mild-mannered, your competitiveness increases when stakes are high.

“Twenty!” you shout, smacking your cards down with vigor. “Hah! Try and top that!” The fire in you is promptly snuffed out when you see the total in Roy’s hand reaching twenty-one.

Blackjack.

“Well, well, well. Would you look at that?” Roy smirk is ever-present, stretching further when he notices you grind your teeth. “My victory.”

“After so many losses?” you comment, crossing your arms with a huff. “What kind of luck is that, the moment I wager something?”

“Don’t pout. No one likes a sore loser.” And yet, here he is, fanning his two winning cards over his face, gloating.

You slap a hand down on the table. “I want a rematch—”

“Not so fast.” Roy frowns, showing his victory in your face. “You owe me a wish, remember? I want to collect it now.”

“What? You’ve already thought of something?”

“Several ‘something,’ in fact, I’ve come already prepared. You could say I was hoping for an opportunity to... discipline you,” Roy sighs, rolling his eyes at you. “Now, let’s see what punishment would be most befitting... Cleaning Duke’s office! No, you already insist on doing that. Hm, attending a mass with Kal everyday for a— No, no, you might even enjoy it. It has to be something you’d definitely abhor— Ah, yes. You’ll dance with me, that’s your punishment.”

“What?” you ask, and whatever bizarre expression you’re showing, makes Roy chuckle with delight.

“I said you’ll dance with me—”

“I just thought the punishment was supposed to be directed at me, not you.” Honestly, with how vengeful Roy is on a good day, dancing is the last thing you’d expect from him.

You’re not the only one whose expectations are proven wrong, however.

At your easy acceptance, Roy’s face morphs into a mix of surprise and an unknown emotion. His mouth parts, but he quickly shuts, preventing himself from saying whatever’s on his mind. His usual smirk returns by the time he finally speaks, though.

“Then let’s not dilly-dally any further, shall we?”

“Of all people, I’d think that you’d like to savor the moment.”

“Oh, I wholly intend to.”

He takes a step forward before stopping, remembering his manners. “How rude of me,” he offers you an arm, playfully chastising himself. “May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the ballroom?”

“Escort me or ensure that I won’t run away?” you joke, accepting his offer. It’s not often that you get to walk side by side, as he tends to rush ahead. This time, though, he makes sure to match your pace. “How nice.”

“What is?”

“Ah. You are, I suppose.”

Roy mumbles something, but it’s too quiet for you to hear. He doesn’t notice your questioning gaze, focused solely on walking forward.

As soon as you enter the ballroom, you notice a violinist. They don’t seem surprised by your arrival, settling into playing position, awaiting a starting signal.

Hm, that’s odd.

“Did you set this up knowing you’d win? Roy?” Eventually.

Faux-hurt by the accusation, Roy clutches his chest with an exaggerated gasp. “What are you insinuating? That I cheated at cards?”

Ah, there he goes again, talking in circles to catch you - and everyone else - in whatever conversational trap he’s laid out. Not today! You’ve been hanging around the advisor too long to fall for that. It’s just like him to arrange the whole debacle just so he doesn’t have to outright ask you for a dance.

“I’m not accusing you of anything. I just think the shy side of you is rather sweet. I mean, you must have looked forward to dancing with me so much that you’d prepare all of this in advance.”

This time, it’s your genuine tone that catches him off guard, causing him to momentarily freeze mid-step. A beat of silence passes as he struggles to shoo away/contain the wave of peculiar emotions that seem to overflow him once again.

“But of course. Who wouldn’t want to plan ahead when you could have the opportunity to dance with the future... Duchess?” Before you can analyze his momentary hesitation at the title, he bows, offering you his hand. “May I take this opportunity to ask you to dance with me, my Lady?”

You quirk an eyebrow at his gallantry. “I thought you said this was punishment?”

“And you clearly established that it wasn’t, so what harm would it do for me to go through the formalities?”

“You have a point. Then... Yes, you may.”

When you lay your bare hand in his, a surge of heady warmth spreads through you. It amplifies when he curls his fingers around yours, securing his grip on you.

He steps forward, ready to lead you into the dance

“Uh, Roy?”

“Hm?”

“What about the music?” You emphasize your question by pointing your gaze toward the musician. That’s why you brought them here, right?

“Oh.” Roy blinks, only now noticing the silence. And the company. “Right.”

A haphazard wave of his unoccupied hand is enough of a command. Soon, a slow melody fills the air.

With an encouraging tug, Roy eases you into the first steps, and in no time, you both fall into the rhythm.

“I wish dancing was a more common activity here. I miss the advantages it brings.” He sighs wistfully, mid-spin.

You’re almost certain that he’d be tempted to dip you regardless of the formal type of the dance. For now, he simply leads you through the familiar steps.

“Advantages?” you ask when you see that he’s actually waiting for your input, instead of just starting his monologues automatically.

“Of course. There’s nothing better than that when you want to share secrets inconspicuously.” Roy supplies with a conspiratorial smirk. His voice drops to a whisper, prompting you to get closer to hear. “Would you like to know mine?” “Which one? I'm sure you have many.” You wince at your no-thoughts-head-empty reply. You didn’t mean to call him out, but to be fair, Roy hasn’t made himself to be an entirely truthful person either.

He doesn’t seem offended, letting out a shallow half scoff, half chuckle that might as well be just a sign of overexertion. “This one,” Roy says.

As the tune reaches a crescendo, Roy tightens his grip on your waist, then lowers you into a sharp dip.

“Roy?!”

“Dancing, like many other things, has been nothing but a show to me,” Roy continues conversationally, unaware of the mini heart attack he just caused you. He pulls you back up when the song eases into a gentle flow, holding you even closer to his chest than before. “Until I met you.”

His candor distracts you enough to lose your footing. Roy uses your misstep to his advantage, lifting you into a spin, then ending the descent with another incline.

The song ends at some point, and the only noise in the air now is your mingled breath. You’re barely aware of it— Of anything, really, beside Roy and the galloping beat of his heart reverberating through your chest.

Slowly, he eases you even lower, bringing his face closer, and closer, until a loose strand of his hair brushes against your nose, forcing contained giggles to burst out of you uninvited.

“The, uh, blood— The blood is getting to my head,” you excuse your outburst, squeezing at Roy’s arms to let him know it’s time to waive the uneven fight against gravity. He doesn’t take the hint. “Roy? Do you mind pulling me back up?”

That does it. Roy blinks owlishly, as though waking from deep sleep. Then, he all but yanks you upwards, stepping away from you as if burned.

“Well, I— I’m honored to have shared this dance with you, my Lady.” The color of his cheeks surpasses the usual wine-induced flush, matching the redness of his hair. “But I must return to— I have missives in the office. That I need to sign.”

Belatedly, Roy remembers to bow, already backing away before you manage to curtsy back.

“Ah, right,” you mumble at his retreating back. Roy’s newfound awkwardness seems to be contagious. “I’m sorry for taking up your time.”

“Don’t be,” Roy says, stopping by the door, though not daring to face you. “If anything, you could stand to demand more of it. More of me.”

Before you can reply, Roy flees with a hasty “Ah, goodnight, my Lady,” abandoning you to your stupefaction that he himself caused.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

'man im not even sure if this idea will be long enough... guess ill be ready to pad' <- man whose story idea is absolutely long enough and is, in fact, too long

[tojiscrack]

OMG OMGOKGOKGOGMGKGKGKGMGMGMMGMG MY BRAIN IS SO POWERFUL forst of how are you my munchkin i hope ur doing amazing and that all is well for you LOVE YOU LOTS

So yk that one song thats popular ish (maybe you've heard it maybe you haven't) its the CHERRY BLOSSOM ICE TEA CHERRY BLOSSOM ICE TEA song. ANYWAYS is that not y/n and megumi with their lil barista jobs?!?? CMONN SEE MY VISION ...Ill link it..



HELP I’VE SEEN THIS SONG ON TIKTOK 😭

i’m asking you liars to give me a BREAK, i’m smiling so hard and still haven’t recovered from the malakai-y/n-megumi-triangle-gay debate yet 😭 like CHILL, one at a time pls 😭 (nah i’m jk this is fun send in moreeeeee 😡)

it’s crack, which is so them. it’s a grumpy dude and a sunshine girl, also them. everything is them, i see the vision, except for the fact that megumi would somehow materialise in front of me and throw me up my chimney if i confirmed this as liar, liar canon 💀

[l0vagrend]

300 words into the Ana / Holló fic 🥳🥳

[pipperoo]

finally had the time to update this fic! it's been far too long, but i'm stoked that i could get this chapter out! i really missed working on this and i'm finally introducing some characters that really need to be introduced! i hope you enjoy!

[artist-heart83]

Listen if I manage to made a 10k words fic, guys I need you to sedate me /j

[taintandviolent]

Plz do an Evan character kinktober. Even if it’s just one or two a week 🙏🙏🙏

y'know what, I think I will. I had toyed with the idea before but this ask was the nail in the coffin. I'm going to look up some prompts today! do you have a specific character you want, or just whomever comes to mind?

[onychespherein]

i now understand exactly what ppl mean when they say their plot ran away from them.