#I will be replying to asks and replies VERY SOON

[dippingmytoesin]

The Realm's Greatest Actor (part 1)

(Prompt) (part 1- you're here!) (part 2- to be written...)

The sigal glowed, and started rotating on the floor. It was working.

Constantine stepped back a little, the chant finished. He glanced at the big bat, and then the room grew cold. Frost covered all nearby surfaces, and he could see their breath. The ghost king was coming.

Cool mist drifted to the floor to reveal a... kid. Alright. Unexpected, but okay.

"Your Majesty," He said, bowing, soon to be followed by his 'colleagues'.

The kid glanced around, legs bent at the knee while he floated, arms limp at his sides.

"At ease," He dismissed, with a wave of his hand and a faux-sigh. "What is it you, ah, require?" He said, in a posh, 'holier than thou' voice.

Batman stood up to speak; "We need assistance with a large monster we believe to be one of your subjects terrorizing our cities."

The kid pursed his lips, doing a small spin, and then narrowed his eyes at Batman. "Hmmm." He did another small, smooth backflip in the air that led him closer to the hero in black.

"What do they look like?" He asked, crossing his legs and arms, floating eye level.

"They are a robot, flying around on a hovercraft and destroying buildings. They are attracting the attention of hostile aliens."

The kid nodded, eyes still narrowed, lips still pursed. "Skulker. I know him. Not very nice."

"Can you help?" Conastatine cut in.

The little king then unfolded himself, a devilish smile on his face.

"I can!" He floated over to the Brit. "For a price, of course." He said, lying on his side. "I fear I may not be able to leave this circle until we make a deal, and thus cannot get to him to stop him..." He frowned, turning away to wipe a single tear off his face that flew into the air before turning to mist.

Constantine sighed. "Naturally. What do you want?"

The Ghost turned back to him, a hand on his chin. "What do you have?"

Constatine glanced at Batman before speaking. "My soul," He said. "Or anything money can buy."

The ghost king looked him up and down. "I don't want your soul... I'm not a fan of sharing." His eyes traced over the various heroes. "Ooh, what a lineup!"

He floated to the side, looking over Constantine's shoulder. "Robots, kryptonians, Amazonians, Atlantians...and people. A nice mixed bag. Very interesting characters. You're all dressed up like heroes! Hah! You don't even have any watches!" The ghost giggled at his own... joke?

Constatine glanced over the heros the gauge their reactions. Some were disturbed, some were serious.

"Do you have hero names too!? Oh, tell me, tell me!" He shook his fists excitedly, kicking his legs and leaning forward.

"I'm-"

"Wait-!" Constaine cut Superman off. "We don't know what he could do with a name. Even a hero name."

The king's eyes locked onto him, not moving an inch, and his smile vanished. Then it returned, but it was different, and he sprang into motion once again. "So, you're the party pooper. Why'd you invite me if you don't want to have fun?" He tilted his head to an almost un-natural angle.

Constantine chuckled, more out of awkwardness than humor. He was about to say something more, but Batman beat him to it. "We don't have time for parties. We need Skulker gone, as soon as possible."

"Alright, alright. I see who's in charge. What is your little group called, anyway? I need it for my dream journal." The ghost smiled, toothy and a little less mischievous.

Batman glanced at Constantine, and with a nod, he replied. "We are the Justice League."

The king snickered. "Alright! Who am I making a deal with?"

Batman stepped forward. "I will buy you one thing from Earth, in exchange for your help. Any one thing that is not a sentient being."

The king looked to the side thoughtfully. "I suppose that's enough. Any one thing that is not a sentient being in exchange for dealing with skulker. Let's shake on it." A contract appeared out of the air, simple, but long. The bat read over it quickly, which was probably a few times for the super-human capabilities of that guy.

"Alright. Let's shake on it." The ghost king outstretched his hand, a wicked grin on his face. Batman took his hand, to which the Ghost King eagerly shook it. Constantine was worried his arm might fall off. The bat almost stumbled from the force, but looked unaffected after. When they let go, a puff of frosty air fell to the ground.

"And I'm off!" The kid saluted and then disappeared. The whole league turned to look at Constantine, then, when he gave them nothing, at Batman.

He responded by pulling up footage from a drone on the screen. For twelve minutes, the king laughed and flew around the creature that had been stealing their bodies and burning their cities. Then, he simply hit him a few times, with some blasts from his hands, and sucked him into... a thermos?

He then appeared back into the watch tower, devil grin still plastered on his face. "It's been a while since I talked to Skulker. He hasn't changed much- no one really does after they become my denisins."

The leaguers glanced around, exchanging looks. They were mostly baffled, but the bats, as always, was stoic.

"So, what is it you want?" He asked, looking grim.

The ghost's smile changed, but just slightly. A little more mischievous. "I'll tell you later. For now, this dimension is pretty sweet... I think I'll stay!" He said, looking around and nodding to himself.

The room grew tense. "What do you mean 'stay'?" Constantine asked.

The king giggled, disappearing and reappearing behind the brit. "It seems like it would be fun, with all the... ya'know." He said, gesturing to the league. "Interesting characters. As I said before."

Constantine tensed, and turned to the king now behind him. "...Well, what are you gonna do?" That earned another giggle.

"I'll tell you for a deal," He offered, hand outstretched. Constantine raised an eyebrow at that, unimpressed.

The hand lowered, suddenly snapping to the king's back. "Guess not then." He drifted over towards the crowd, arms behind his back as he looked them over with more attention than before.

His look of slight boredom turned into a mischievous grin that seemed to be his default smile. "Best to go explore, yeah? Have fun with the clean up! And then, he disappeared. But this time, he didn't reappear behind anyone. He was just gone. But one question lingered.

When would the Ghost King be back?

(Prompt) (part 1- you're here!) (part 2- to be written...)

[asiatic-apple]

you already know i love your sylus works (a big fan) and forgive me if you’ve done it but can i pretty please have smut prompt #17 with female reader for sylus ✨

I was so honored to write this for youuu, my #1 sylus fan!! I hope it's to your liking ❤️ Thank you so much for being here, and I hope the long wait for this was worth it

Proof of ownership

Sylus x female reader

Words: 1.1k

Prompt: seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remembering how it got there in the first place

Content: use of “sweetie” and “kitten” as pet names, maybe too much dirty talking lol, very slightly implied exhibitionism, fingering, possessive sylus

Luke's low snicker is the first thing you hear when you enter the living room of Onychinus's base. You try to ignore it, only sparing him a confused look before returning to whatever you were planning to do before the distracting sound.

Ah, that's right—you came here to grab the hair tie you left on the coffee table yesterday. But your satisfied smile at finding it is quickly wiped away the second Kieran fails to stifle a giggle.

You freeze mid-motion, arms still halfway up after gathering your hair into a messy bun, and glance over your shoulder.

Sure enough, the twins are staring at you—clearly the object of their amusement.

“What?” you ask, already bristling at the way they nudge each other in between chuckles.

Luke shrugs, bringing a hand to the absurd-looking beak of his mask, as if he's hiding a grin. “Nothing,” he sputters, not so convincingly.

Kieran doesn’t even bother trying to lie. “Looks like someone had a fun night,” he drawls.

It takes you a second to register what he means. Then you remember how sore the skin along the junction of your neck and shoulders felt this morning. It was a bit too far in the back to see in a mirror, so you didn't know the extent of what Sylus left there last night.

But now you're putting two and two together.

Heat rushes to your face, your hands flying up to cover the back of your neck, even though it’s far too late for that. Luke and Kieran's snickering fades as you leave in a huff.

With each stomp you take toward Sylus’s bedroom, your embarrassment turns to annoyance before you barge in and shut the door a little harder than intended.

Sylus barely looks up from the book he's reading by the fireplace, but you swear there's a slight tug at his lips as soon as you growl his name. It's like he knew this would happen.

You cross your arms when you stop in front of him. “Would you care to explain why Luke and Kieran were laughing, quite literally behind my back?”

He leaves you in a few seconds of suspense before his deep scarlet eyes lock onto your pouting face. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, sweetie,” he replies, an infuriatingly smug lilt to his voice.

The sudden, gentle push of his Evol at your lower back teeters you off balance—just enough for you to fall forward. Right as you land in Sylus’s lap, he chucks his book to the small table beside him. Now his attention is fully on you.

“Sylus,” you warn, cheeks still warm from a heady combination of mortification and the fact that you’re pressed against him now. “Just how much of a mark did you leave on me last night?”

He hums, nuzzling into your neck with a chuckle. “What’s wrong?” He plants a heated kiss to your skin, presumably atop one of the hickeys he left there. “You don’t like the gift I left for you?”

You should push him away. Really, you should. But then his teeth scrape the spot right where the faintest sting still lingers, and your pussy clenches beneath rapidly dampening cotton.

“Even after I was so meticulous with my…art.” He tuts in faux disappointment. “I assume you still haven’t taken a proper look at it.”

You gasp as he brushes his fingers over the collection of bruises he left, his finger hooking in your shirt collar to tug it a bit further down your shoulder.

At some point between his distracting touches and kisses, his phone ends up in his hand. The ‘click’ of the camera’s shutter makes you groan softly in frustration. But then he turns the screen toward you, letting your eyes land on the picture of your marked up flesh.

The bruises form a rough, messy shape, but it’s deliberate in its composition: a small line, twisting like a snake to form a bold ‘S’.

You give him a pointed look of annoyance. But arousal stirs at the sight of his initial bitten into your skin. He doesn’t miss the flash of lust in your eyes. His canines peek out between curved lips—a wicked smile that only heightens the feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m quite proud of it,” Sylus murmurs before locking his phone and tossing it aside. “It took a lot of restraint not to…stray from the path. You were moaning so sweetly.” His lips return to your neck, tongue flicking out to glide along the marks. “But that just meant you liked it.”

You don’t respond, but the way your hips jerk against his lap betrays you. He chuckles knowingly, dragging his hands down to your waist.

Leaning closer, he whispers in your ear, “And I think you liked getting caught.”

His fingers slowly dip beneath the stretchy waistband of your lounge shorts and then your underwear. You gasp when the rough digits graze your aching clit. But he doesn’t stop the descent until his large hand is cupping your pussy and applying gentle pressure.

“You walked around all day like this,” he whispers, pressing a kiss just below the base of your neck. “With my initial on your skin and this pretty cunt aching for me.”

You barely get out a sound before he slides two fingers inside you, curling expertly until you’re gasping into his chest.

“Are you going to let me do it again, sweetie?” he asks with all the innocence of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Maybe lower, this time. Somewhere they’ll never see. But you’ll feel the sting every time you sit down.”

His thumb rubs against your clit with mind-numbing pressure. Just the right amount to make you moan a bit too loudly. You whimper, rocking against his hand to take his fingers deeper, faster.

He laughs that low, breathy, too-sexy laugh that makes you grit your teeth. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispers. “Hm, such a desperate little thing. Something tells me you’ve been wet all day, haven’t you?”

He circles your clit a bit faster now, and your whole body shudders. His thick fingers feel like heaven when they curl and press just right. And Sylus knows exactly how you like it.

Still, he’s holding back—deliberately denying you the right push to make you fall apart.

“You need to say it properly if you want me to give it to you,” he growls, lips brushing against your ear. “Come on. Say you want more evidence of my affection for you, kitten.”

“Yes,” you whine too quickly, “yes—fuck—I want more, please.”

His lips curl into a sly grin as they trail more tender kisses against your neck. He’s gentle for now, aware of how sore this part of your body might be. But you know he’s not making empty threats. After you gush around his fingers, he’ll surely take you to bed and spend more time marking you up elsewhere.

“When I’m done,” he promises softly, “you’ll be dripping with reminders of me.”

Want to be added to my tag list?

💕 tag list: @heartyluv @doeeyes515 @lethalasylum @starryeyed-apple @starlitfics @craeatio @rafayelslittlestar @ruralamours @alyssac9 @blushofeve @alastor-simp @nezuswritingdesk @yoonights @ashirelle @jamfingers @decadentwastelandpoetry @yrdarlingpup @asiaticapple @spidermanlaalalalala @partycityyyyyyy @raendarkfaerie @sweetcalebb @mikenotmic @jenvhae @kaeyasfuturewife @purpleamethyst25 @grapeees16 @pepitesingulare

🐉 tag list: @keiva1000 @terriblesoup @honeybees1991 @mcdepressed290

divider by me :) please do not repost mdni banner by @/cafekitsune

[wosospacegirl]

Stuck with you part - 12

Summary: Y/n’s used to Alexia’s overprotectiveness and the pressure of her career—but Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate who’s starting to make her feel things she didn’t expect.

Warnings: Y/n and Alexia argue again, but I promise this is the last time! Plus ducks! <3 Also, who's that girl on Kika's Instagram post anyway?

Word count: 5.5k

a/n: this is a triple update! Parts 13 and 14 will come soon.

..

It was their third day of training, and the whole team had their suitcases and bags ready to go at La Ciudad del Fútbol's entrance hall. They were waiting for the bus that was going to take them to the airport, where they would be heading to Belgium.

This FIFA date was filled with friendlies. They didn't matter in the world ranking, but for some reason, Alexia was in her ear talking about strategies.

"Do you remember Janssen?" Alexia said. She was sitting on top of her suitcase while chewing on a sandwich. "She noticed how your left foot wasn't as precise as your right. She's gonna want to steal the ball from you whenever you're using your left."

"Umm," Y/n hummed, nodding her head along to whatever Alexia was saying, but she wasn't paying attention to it. Her eyes were fixed on Vicky's Nintendo. Damn, she should have brought hers as well.

"And Evrard, the goalkeeper–" She took another bite of the sandwich. "She's not good at defending close balls, so try to shoot from a long distance."

"Yeah, yeah." Y/n agreed, her eyes fixed on the race happening on Vicky's screen. The little cars were going so fast that it was making her dizzy, but it was better than listening to Alexia's tactical breakdown of every Belgian player's weaknesses.

"And that one defender– wait!" Alexia put her sandwich down. "Are you paying attention to me? Any of you two? I know this is just a friendly, but I have been watching Belgium's recent matches…they are a good team."

Vicky turned her attention to Alexia, blinking slowly "Oh, you were talking to me, too?"

Alexia ran her hands through her hair. "Forget it. I was just trying to give some insights about the game. Thought it might help us."

Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Alexia, it's a friendly. Relax," Y/n said, not bothering to look at her. "And also, I asked you not to talk to me. I'm still mad."

"Oh, not this again, I already said I'm sorry, nena," Alexia said, sounding tired, "multiple times."

Y/n shrugged, finally turning to look at her. "I'm still mad."

"I understand why what I did wasn't right," Alexia said, and there was a slight, almost-not-there pout on her face that Y/n pretended not to find a little bit cute. "But I am sorry, okay? I really am."

Y/n said nothing, so Alexia continued.

"You have forgiven the other girls, right?" Alexia fixed her posture. "Why not me too?"

"The other girls are in their early twenties," Y/n said, chin up.. "It was an honest mistake. You, on the other hand, have your cortex fully developed and still insist on those matchmaking plans."

"But–"

"I think you should just leave Nena alone," Irene said from the corner of the room. She was leaning against the wall next to Alexia, phone in her hand, looking like she was enjoying the show way too much. "You did act like a teenager."

"I–" At first, Y/n could see Alexia was ready to talk back to Irene, but then, she closed her mouth and nodded. "Ugh, yeah, I guess you are right..it wasn't very mature of me, the whole charade thing."

Irene looked up from her phone, eyebrows raised. She clearly hadn't expected Alexia to actually agree.

"I thought I was helping," Alexia shrugged. "Obviously, it didn't work out."

"For someone as smart as you, Alexia," Irene said, not even bothering to look up from her phone now, "you are rather emotionally stupid."

Vicky nudged Y/n with her shoulder, a teasing smile spreading across her face. "She's just like you."

Y/n nudged her back, harder. "At least I know how to make a nutmeg."

"At least I know how to talk to the girl I like," Vicky replied, attention back to her game, her fingers moving fast over the buttons.

"That's why I don't sit with you," Y/n said, getting up from her spot and walking a few steps until she was squeezed between Jana and Ona. 

She stuck her tongue out at Vicky, who returned the gesture without missing a beat on her game.

"At least I got La Reina all to myself," Vicky said, moving her fingers fast on the Nintendo, but at the same time laying her head down on Alexia's shoulder affectionately. 

"You can keep her," Y/n murmured as she opened her bag, taking a book out of it. She could feel Alexia's eyes on her, but she refused to look up.

"Wait–" Ona said, looking down confused ", You're reading?"

"I'm trying to," Y/n said, opening to the first page and immediately feeling her brain protest. "You know, dyslexia hits hard, but I have to try at least... Reading is important for the mind."

"Important for the mind, huh?" Jana said in a knowing tone that made Y/n angry."I bet this has nothing to do with Kika, then?"

"Nope!" Y/n lied, beginning her painful journey into the first chapter of the book. The letters were already starting to get mixed up on the page.

Jana was annoyingly fast and snatched the book from Y/n's hands before she could protest, trying to read the name on the cover.

"Oh, come on, 'I Have More Soul Than One?'" Jana said, looking at the Portuguese title. "That's a Portuguese book. You don't even try to hide it now, do you?"

"I'm not reading it because of Kika," Y/n said, taking the book back with a scowl, "I'm reading because I have to do other things than just think about her."

Y/n was in that late stage of liking someone, where you tried to do new things with the sole reason of looking cooler than you really were, just to impress the other person. 

It was pathetic, but it was living.

The bus soon came, taking the whole team to the airport.

The flight was fast and calm, and most girls were sleeping because they had woken up very early. Y/n, though, was awake, scrolling down her Instagram, trying to forget she was on an aeroplane, miles away from the ground.

She had seen a lot of posts about politics, recipes, and, honestly, rage-bait posts too. But none of them caught her attention as much as Kika's new post.

It was a dump, filled with pictures of her and her family, pictures of beaches in Portugal, as well as pictures from Portugal's last match against England. They were all normal pictures, except for one.

It was the seventh picture out of fifteen. It wasn't the first picture nor the last. It was right in the middle, and that meant something. What did it mean? Y/n didn't know, but her stomach was already twisting itself.

Kika had her cheek pressed against another girl's face, and the picture was up close. The two girls were both smiling so much that the corners of their lips were almost touching. They looked... happy. Really happy.

Y/n hated that. Especially because when she opened the Instagram comments, the girl Kika had tagged in the picture had commented.

'Mine <3'

Mine?

Y/n felt her stomach drop, and she didn't know if it was because of the girl or because the pilot had just told them they were going to land and the aeroplane was beginning to descend. Her hands were suddenly clammy, and she felt gross.

Y/n poked Jana, who was sleeping beside her. She moved but didn't open her eyes, so Y/n poked her again, and then again, until she could see Jana's brown irises looking at her with pure annoyance.

"Qué?" Jana asked, irritated. Then she turned around, trying to see if anyone was getting up from their seats, as if the only justification for Y/n to wake her up was if they were leaving the flight.

Y/n didn't say anything. She just took her phone and shoved it in Jana's face.

Jana rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up straight. She took the sleeping mask that was resting on top of her head and pulled it into her lap, as if she was getting ready to discuss business.

Jana took Y/n's phone and began looking at the pictures and then at the comments. Y/n watched her face carefully, looking for any sign of what she was thinking.

"Oh," Jana said after a few seconds of silence that felt like hours.

"They're dating, aren't they?" Y/n asked, despair creeping into her voice. "Fuck– did I kiss someone who's dating? Fuck, and here I was thinking I might have a chance–"

Jana put her finger rather aggressively on Y/n's lips, shutting her up. "Calm down! It's just a picture, and yeah... their faces are like, very close together, but it's just a picture."

"She wrote 'mine' in the comments," Y/n pointed out, her voice muffled against Jana's finger. "You wouldn't write 'mine' on someone's comment if they weren't your girlfriend!"

"I think she just meant it in a friendly way," Jana said, but even she didn't sound convinced.

"Impossible," Y/n rolled her eyes. "What kind of friend does this?"

Jana gave her a side-eye. "Bold of you to say that, considering we're Spanish and we sunbathe topless with friends."

"We–" Y/n pointed at both her and Jana "–are Spanish. Kika and the girl are Portuguese. They aren't like us. We're naturally affectionate, they aren't."

"I think you're stereotyping a bunch of Portuguese people right now," Jana said.

"Oh," Y/n thought for a second. "Yeah, it might be... but still, that doesn't change the fact that Kika posted a photo with another girl and that the girl wrote 'mine.'"

"Kika did what?" Vicky asked, her head popping up from the row behind them.

Jana took the phone and showed it to Vicky.

"Oh."

"That's what I said," Jana murmured.

"Maybe they're just friends," Vicky said, giving the phone back to Y/n, but her tone suggested she didn't believe it either.

Y/n leaned her head back further into the seat and crossed her arms. "I hate this."

"Maybe you should like it," Vicky suggested. "Just so she knows you saw it."

"And how would that change anything?" Y/n asked grumpily.

"If they're just friends," Jana said, "maybe she'll rethink the picture, or maybe she'll message you saying the girl means nothing to her."

Y/n looked at Jana as if she were stupid. "You're talking as if Kika and I have something going on, which we don't."

"Yet," Vicky said. "You'll have something going on soon."

"If she's single," Y/n murmured, staring at her phone screen.

"She's single," Jana said. "She hasn't mentioned any girl to us. If she were dating someone, she would tell us."

"What if she just started dating right now?" Y/n asked.

"You shouldn't work with 'what ifs,'" Jana said. "Just take it step by step. Like the picture and just... move on. I'm like ninety-seven per cent sure it's nothing."

"I believe in those three per cent," Y/n said, staring at the photo again.

"Of course you do," Jana said, rolling her eyes and pulling her sleeping mask back over her face.

..

When they got into the hotel in Belgium, Y/n was still not talking to Alexia, and people were starting to notice it..

"Capitana has a scowl on her face, kid," Leila said as they both stepped into the same elevator, just the two of them in the small, enclosed space.

If it were Y/n from a few months ago, she would have thought she was in a rom-com, but because it's Y/n from the present–the one who is head over heels for Kika and partially heartbroken by the Portuguese's possible relationship–she is rather indifferent to the situation.

"She always has a scowl on her face," Y/n said, looking up at Leila. "It's her natural state of being."

"Hm," Leila said, in a tone that showed she knew more than she was letting on. "She has had that scowl since morning, though, and something about it tells me it has to do with you."

"Me?" Y/n said in a faux-offended tone. She knew it was because of her. "Why do you think that?"

"It's like she's always ready to say something when she's around you, but she thinks for a second and then shuts up," Leila said.

Y/n knew Leila was fishing for information about what was happening between them. She knew it was because Alexia hadn't told her anything about it.

"Alexia's annoying," Y/n said.

"She is," Leila agreed. "But she also cares for you a lot."

"She cares too much," Y/n murmured.

She looked at the numbers on the elevator; they were on floor 6 right now, both of them going to floor 18. 

Something told Y/n they were going to talk for the rest of the ride up, but Y/n didn't mind much. She preferred it over being alone in the elevator, overthinking until she convinced herself she was going to get stuck.

"Something about your tone tells me you don't want her to care this much," Leila said.

"I just don't want her to intrude," Y/n said. "She's always there…on the pitch, at home, always giving unsolicited advice, doing things she thinks are best for me as if I'm not an adult. It's annoying."

"Alexia has a problem with boundaries," Leila said. "She doesn't know how to separate her private life from her football life. She's been like that since we were kids at La Masia–"

"--And then you got into her life, a kid who plays for the same club as her, a kid who was her responsibility, a kid who grew up into a woman, but Alexia doesn't see it."

"She really doesn't," Y/n said, blushing slightly at how Leila said she had turned into a woman. Most of the time, she still saw herself as just a girl.

"I know you don't have contact with your parents," Leila began carefully. "But stuff like that, older people not seeing how the young ones grew up, is natural. It happens with parents, with guardians... Alexia just doesn't know how to act now that you're responsible for yourself."

Y/n was silent for a second. Now they were on the thirteenth floor.

"Did she tell you that?" Y/n asked.

"She didn't have to," Leila said. "I'm observant."

They got to their floor, both girls leaving the elevator. Y/n turned to the right, while Leila went left.

"Just–" Leila began. "Talk to Alexia. She means well in her actions, she just doesn't choose the best way to show she cares."

"Sometimes it feels like she shows it in the worst way possible," Y/n said.

"She's learning to," Leila shrugged. "We all are. That's why it's important to know how to apologise…" She looked at Y/n, "...and to forgive."

..

Y/n barely had time to let Leila's conversation or Kika's post sink in properly. The team had exactly 40 minutes to get situated in their rooms before going down for another training session.

The match was tomorrow at 8 am sharp, so this afternoon's training session was the team's last chance for proper preparation. Although some of the girls were more preoccupied with counting the ducks in the pond by the pitch.

"There are twenty-two," Y/n said proudly, chin up.

"No, there's twenty-one," Vicky said. "I think you counted the same one twice."

They stood by an old wooden bridge, cold air hitting their faces as they listened to the ducks quacking while they swam around the pond.

"I didn't," Y/n turned to her with a frown. "I have dyslexia, not dyscalculia."

"I counted twenty-three," Irene said, taking a picture of the ducks. "I'm gonna send this to Matteo, he loves ducks, calls them chickens."

"Why are we counting?" Ona said. "Training is over, we have a literal pool we can use."

"We need to be in touch with nature," Y/n mumbled, beginning to count again.

"Pool has water," Ona rolled her eyes. "Water is nature."

"Water is technically inorganic," Jana said, leaning over the bridge. "So I don't think it's considered nature."

"I wanna go to the pool," Leila said, she and Ona being the only ones in the group that went against the idea of going to the pond to count ducks. "At least there isn't any chance of getting the avian flu."

"I don't think we can get avian flu from this far," Y/n said, turning to Leila before turning back to the pond. "Fuck, I forgot which ones I had already counted."

Y/n began counting again, eyes squinting. 

"There's definitely twenty-two," Alexia said from behind them, her finger pointing at each duck, completely focused. "Yeah, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one and twenty-two."

"Achoo!" 

Jana sneezed next to them, which made a duck fly from the pond to god knows where.

Vicky had a victorious smile on her face. 

"See, twenty-one."

..

Y/n should have known that counting ducks wouldn't be the most complicated part of their trip to Belgium.

Sixteen hours later, the final whistle had blown, and she was standing in the middle of the pitch, watching Alexia's back angrily.

Alexia was a great captain, a great friend, and a great guardian, too. The only problem was, those labels could not coexist in one single relationship, but for Y/n, that was who Alexia was to her.

Y/n knew Alexia was a great leader to their club and country. Alexia was good with personal advice, she was a great older sister to Alba, and Y/n knew that whenever she and Olga decided to have a kid, Alexia would be a great mom.

Different from common belief, the addition of all that didn't create a super relationship between Alexia and Y/n.  They loved each other dearly, no doubt about that.

But the line of where they stood was always blurry, ever since Alexia took Y/n into her care when she was fourteen. Especially because two years later, they were playing on the same team.

It was supposed to be just a simple friendly against Belgium, but for some reason, both teams had been heated from the first whistle. Yellow cards were being thrown around, and fouls were being committed by both teams.

Y/n didn't know what was happening to the Spanish team.

 Patri had fouled the same player three times; on the third, she got a yellow card. Then, Ona couldn't seem to keep the ball at her feet, just like Salma.

The players were so heated that Alexia and Aitana were running around giving earfuls to everyone. Alexia's captain mode was on, just as much as Aitana's, even if she wasn't wearing the captain's armband.

During the fifteen-minute break, it was like Montse wasn't the manager, but Alexia and Aitana were. 

They were talking in a fast, angry voice about every detail the team was doing wrong. Everybody listened to them with their heads down; they knew they were letting their emotions get the best of them.

Y/n had been distracted the entire game; her mind kept drifting to that stupid Instagram post, to Kika's face pressed against another girl's. She had missed two easy passes and lost the ball three times.

She wasn't in the best state of mind and had even told Montse it would be better if she were subbed off, but the manager said no, that she should keep playing, so she did. But Y/n was rather reckless and got a yellow card.

And because she was hot-headed and her emotions were already all over the place, she argued with the referee and said things that weren't very nice. 

Things that made the referee threaten her with another yellow card.

Alexia, when she saw her arguing, got extremely angry. Not just captain-angry, but that specific kind of fury that Y/n had only seen a handful of times.

And that's when Alexia and Aitana snapped.

While Alexia was talking with the referee, Aitana was snapping at Y/n, who felt like a little kid all over again. 

But then, Alexia came over to them, patting Aitana's back. "Hey, let me talk to Nena, yeah?" she said, and Aitana nodded, going to her spot.

"Are you stupid or what?" Alexia asked her, a frown on her face. "I had to basically beg the referee not to give you another yellow!"

"I didn't mean to call her names!" Y/n said as both she and Alexia walked back to their positions. "I'm sorry!"

She tried to pretend that the way Alexia called her stupid didn't affect her.

"If you got another yellow, you would get a red, you'd leave us with one 10 players", Alexia continued. "How can you still let your emotions take over? Be better than that. Grow up!"

With that, Y/n stood in her position while Alexia ran to hers, holding back the tears that were almost falling.

When the game was over (Spain winning 2-1), not that Y/n cared much, she turned away, trudging off the pitch before any of her teammates could stop her. 

The team was still there, celebrating their victory, arms wrapped around each other, talking and laughing like they hadn't just played the most frustrating ninety minutes of football Y/n had experienced in months.

Patri and Pina were dancing around, Ona and Aitana were wrapped in a Spain flag, taking selfies.

Y/n turned around and walked fast through the tunnels. She was trying to run from all that noise, and trying to run from Alexia. 

But her escape plan didn't work, because La Reina was right behind her, Y/n could tell by the familiar sound of her footsteps.

"Para de córrer, Y/n, va!" [Stop running, Y/n, come on] Alexia called out, she was slightly out of breath. "I just wanna talk to you."

Y/n rolled her eyes.

She was in a foul mood, and she knew she would just ruin everything.

 Plus, she had more important things to worry about, like the fact that Kika might be dating someone and Y/n had been a complete idiot about it and that she had basically forgotten how to play proper football.

"Go back to the pitch, Alexia," Y/n muttered, her voice tight with frustration. "I don't wanna talk to you right now."

"What I said on the pitch was necessary," Alexia said, following her into the locker room. Her captain's voice was still on, all business and no warmth. "You were out of line with the referee. But the way I handled it…that wasn't right. I'm sorry for that."

Y/n sat heavily on the bench, yanking off her boots without looking at Alexia. 

She hoped the silence would push her away, but of course, La Reina never let herself be ignored. It was like she sensed when Y/n Y/n wanted to be left alone.

"Y/n," Alexia's voice softened as she sat beside her. "I need you to help me understand what's happening here."

Y/n let out a sharp breath, turning to her with a scowl.

"And who are you now?" Y/n snapped. "Are you Alexia, the captain? Or are you Alexi, the guardian?"

The words hit Alexia, and her face faltered for a second. "I..." she started, then stopped. "I don't know how to answer that. "Soy solo la Ale.." [I'm just Ale]

"You're never just Ale to me," Y/n shot back, and then, she felt her voice cracking a bit, there was too much emotion inside of her, it was making her confused.

Alexia was quiet for a long moment, her hand hovering near Y/n's shoulder before she finally placed it there. "Is this about the game? Or something else entirely?"

The knot in Y/n's chest tightened. It wasn't just the game. It was the build-up…Kika's situation, the referee,  Alexia snapping at her on the pitch, Y/n's poor performance,  and now everything was bubbling over. 

She didn't even know why she was mad anymore.

Y/n buried her hands in her face, trying to breathe and ground herself. She had done it when she was just a kid, pressing her palms to her face when she felt too overwhelmed by the world around her.

Alexia didn't say anything. She just wrapped her arms around Y/n, like she used to when Y/n was a small kid, upset after one big loss.

"This isn't working," Alexia said quietly. "The way we have been doing things. I can see that now. And I know I'm very much at fault lately. But maybe if we talk things out…?"

"I don't wanna talk," Y/n mumbled, her words muffled against Alexia's shoulder. Alexia's presence was helping her somehow; it was getting easier to breathe, her warmth was comforting, which just made Y/n feel even more at a loss with her feelings. "I don't like it."

"Neither do I," Alexia admitted. "But we can't keep pretending this isn't complicated. And I know your upbringing wasn't normal. I mean, most teenagers don't move in with a player who had no idea what she was doing."

"I have been trying to be everything to you," Alexia began carefully. "Captain, guardian, friend... and I think I have been failing at all of it."

"You are just too much," Y/n said in a slow voice, as if she didn't want to say it. "It's hard. I don't know who I am to you, and I don't think you know it either."

Alexia was quiet. She just let her talk.

"I love you, Ale," Y/n said. "But…it's hard, it's confusing."

"I know I have crossed the lines a few times with you and–"

"You have," Y/n interrupted her. "Way too much. It's like I can't breathe around you. I feel like you're always plotting something, always ready to yell at me on the pitch as a captain, always there to get in between my private life... You don't do that with the others."

Y/n could tell Alexia was hurt by the way her body stiffened.

Y/n wiped the tears from her eyes and got up. She didn't look at Alexia's face when she opened her locker to get a change of clothes.

"When the season at Barcelona's over, I'm moving out," Y/n said, the words shocking even herself, but she stood her ground. "I think it'll be good. I'm nineteen, almost twenty. I should look for my own place."

There was silence in the room. Y/n turned around, but Alexia wasn't sitting on the bench. 

Seconds later, the door to the locker room shut.

..

The bus ride to the hotel after the game was awkward, to say the least. Everybody was happy that they had won their first game in this international break. All arguments and scolding were long left on the pitch.

All but one.

The one between Alexia and Y/n.

Y/n didn't plan to tell Alexia she wanted to move. Hell, she wasn't even planning to move.

She liked Alexia's and Olga's house. It was a two-story house, and it had a backyard with a pool and an indoor gym. Alexia's mom had planted a bunch of trees, so they had a lot of fresh fruit during the summer as well.

The house was comfortable, and Y/n's room was great. She had her own en-suite bathroom, and the furniture was all custom-made. Olga had designed it when Y/n first arrived.

It wasn't just a house, it was a home, and it really felt like home to Y/n. Alexia and Olga never made Y/n feel like it wasn't her house, or if she was there temporarily.

Y/n even heard them talking about how they wanted to have kids in the next few years, how they would paint the baby's room with the same light grey colour as Y/n's room, so they could match.

The plans they made always involved Y/n. But in the heat of the conversation, Y/n couldn't help but feel like it really was time to move out.

She wasn't going to another country, of course. Even though she thought about that.

During the bus drive, Y/n wondered if she shouldn't just go to a club in Germany or England during the next transfer window. 

Maybe leaving Barcelona behind was a good option. She loved the city, she loved her team, but sometimes, she just wanted to run away and start over again in another place, as if her own past wasn't going to follow her wherever she went.

Y/n placed her head against the window. It was raining now, and the bus was stuck in traffic. 

An ambulance ran through the side of the bus, and Y/n felt guilty for being annoyed at the traffic when there was probably someone in distress or hurt.

Alexia was sitting by her side. They always sat together on the bus–they both liked silence before and after a game, so they were the best pair. Although now, Alexia's silence wasn't comforting, it was heavy.

Y/n watched her out of the corner of her eyes, trying to read her expression.

Her jaw was set. Y/n could count the wrinkles on her face from the scowl on her face. She wasn't mad, she was hurt and trying to hold it in.

Y/n wanted to ignore it. She wanted to stay on the bus in silence while everyone else around them moved on with their lives. She wanted to pretend this situation wasn't happening.

She wanted to forget about Kika, forget about the girl Kika was in the picture with. She wanted to forget how badly she played and how she was scared that she wasn't going to get another call-up. She wanted to pretend she had never moved in with Alexia and Olga.

Right now, she wished her parents hadn't taken her to Masia. That her parents had decided to be normal and unsupportive parents who didn't want her to follow a football career, and that they had forced her to quit football to focus on school.

That they had been caring parents and not dropped her off at Alexia Putellas' house the moment they knew it was an option.

She wanted to pretend this wasn't her life. That this wasn't the consequence of her choices.

But she couldn't.

When she was fifteen, she was lying on the sofa with Olga and Alexia. Alexia had her head on Olga's lap. Y/n was kneeling on the floor, doing her math homework on the coffee table. It was a calm Saturday afternoon.

Olga was reading out loud–she did that sometimes.

Y/n didn't remember the book; she only remembered Olga quoting:

"One does not find peace by avoiding life," she said in a soft voice, and continued to read as if that sentence didn't change the whole perception of Y/n's life.

One does not find peace by avoiding life.

Y/n turned to Alexia, and, without a word, she laid her head on her shoulder.

"Perdón si estoy siendo tan mala al punto de que quieras irte de casa." Alexia said in a low voice. [I'm sorry if I'm being so bad that you want to leave the house]

Casa.

It was Y/n's home indeed, and would forever be, but she needed more.

"No estás haciendo nada mala" Y/n said. "Solo necesito... crecer, sabes? Ya no tengo catorce años, no necesitas cuidarme más." [You're not being bad. I just need to... grow up, you know? I'm not fourteen anymore, you don't need to take care of me]

Alexia was silent. "Cuidé mucho de ti, quizás demasiado. De verdad lo siento… voy a dar un paso atrás." [I took care of you too much, maybe too much. I'm really sorry…I'll take a step back.

Y/n remembered what Leila told her, about learning to apologise and to forgive.

"Te perdono, no te preocupes más por eso, de verdad. Y/n said. [I forgive you, you don't have to worry about it anymore]

"Do you still wanna move out?" Alexia asked.

Y/n thought for a second, and nodded, as much as she could with her head on Alexia's shoulder.

"Okay," Alexia said, as if it hadn't really sunk in just yet. "Olga will cry, though."

"She's a crier, yep," Y/n said. "But you'll cry too."

"I won't," Alexia said determinedly, as if it were a challenge. "Do you know where you wanna go? Are you moving to one of Barcelona's complexes?"

"No," Y/n said. "I want a house, but I still have time to think. The season will end in three months, I'll look for something."

"I'll help you look," Alexia said.

"Gracias," Y/n said. [Thank you]

Y/n was scared about moving away. She hadn't considered it until now. But she needed to. 

She needed to find her own space, create her own routine, and be independent in a way that would only be possible if she lived on her own.

It was scary, but it was exciting, too

..

Tag list: @footy-lover264 , @fortifyde, @naomigirmadefender , @neutraiise , @milkveed, @browercc , @ace-of-baked , @ikzzzya , @sky-the-trans-guy00 , @knight-16, @wosohk04, @evaissleepy13, @papimapileon , @unpoppablebubbles @whiskeredshrimp-blog @goodloe-e @liloandstitchstan @s0ciety-cxv @dfwspky @karmajn @awosofavs @wosofavfanfics

a/n: This is the end of Y/n and Alexia's difficult relationship! Things will be lighter between them from now on! Also, the quote Olga said it's from a film, not a book, I just put it in a book for the plot.

[letsdosciencetoit]

WIP - BuckTommy 5+1 - Part 6d

We're getting into the home stretch now. I'm crossing my fingers that there will be one last piece out before the end of the weekend.

Five times the 118 worried about telling Buck that Tommy got married and one time they realize they didn't have to.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 +1 a +1b +1c

+1 - Eddie

Eddie turns onto the street Buck had given the address for, and he gets an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.  The houses look familiar, and he’s surprised to see the street parking is taken up already despite the fact that Eddie has arrived early to make sure Chris doesn’t have to walk.

“Everything alright, Dad,” Chris asks, from the seat beside him, sensing his dad’s frustration.  Eddie still feels something that his kid is old enough to ride in the front seat and has been for a few years now.

“I’m just surprised about how busy it is,” Eddie admits, not mentioning the familiarity of the neighbourhood.

“Are you sure you have the right time?” Chris asks, as though Eddie hadn’t compulsively checked the message Buck had sent him.  Just two lines: an address and a time.

“I’m sure,” Eddie gritted back, before taking a deep breath to center himself.  “I’ll drop you off at the end of the driveway and then find a place to park.”

With the windows rolled down, Eddie can already hear the indistinct noise of a gathering in the back yard. As he pulls to a stop in front of the address Eddie finally clues in as to where they are.  It’s familiar because he’s been here before, several times.

Ravi surprises Eddie at the end of the driveway. “Eddie! You made it!  I’ll make sure Chris makes it back to Harry, Denny and the other kids if you want to get parked. Just head into the house when you get here.  Buck wanted to talk to you about something.”

Eddie swallows his unease at Ravi’s words. He’s starting to think he was given the wrong time on purpose.

Chris doesn’t notice his discomfort.  He hops out of the running car and heads to the back, engaging Ravi in easy conversation.  He barely spares Eddie a backwards glance, clearly happy to be seeing his friends.

Eddie pulls away from the house and  finds a spot to park his car further up the street.  One of the many benefits of the smaller vehicle is that he can fit the car in place the truck would never go.  He grabs the pack of beer and the small house plant he’d picked up for Buck and walked back to the house he knew belonged to Tommy.

Eddie let himself in the front door when he arrived, sees Buck sitting on the kitchen island smiling at his phone, and doesn’t think before he calls out, “I didn’t realize we were having a house warming to another place you’re crashing.”

He regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth.  He watches Buck clench his jaw, close his eyes and take a deep breath. 

“Shit, I’m sorry man,” Eddie immediately apologizes. “I didn’t mean it like that.  My therapist tells me I use my words as a defense mechanism so I don’t have to deal with my discomfort.  I’m trying to do better, but… ah.”

Buck raises an eyebrow and tilts his head to the side. “But I make you uncomfortable?”

Eddie looks away. “Not like that. I was an asshole to you, and I need to apologize.  I’m just, uh, not very good at that.”

“You really aren’t,” Buck agrees, with a snort of laughter. “So you’re seeing Frank again?”

“No,” Eddie explains.  “Someone outside of the department.  The last year has shown me I have a lot to work on outside of my work-related trauma.”

“That’s good,” Buck offered, hoping off the counter.  “Sounds like it’s helping.”

“It’s a work in progress,” Eddie admits, bringing a had up to rub at the back of his neck. He still hasn’t apologized to Buck, but his body is feeling physically itchy from the stress, and he desperately wants to change the topic.  “So you’re living with Tommy now?”

“Yep,” is all Buck replies, eyeing Eddie like he’s waiting for something else.

“So you’ve met his husband, then,” Eddie concludes.  “And it’s not awkward.”

“I would hope not,” Buck responds, mouth pulling into a grin, still waiting.

Eddie feels wrong footed, so he looks away from Buck to the rest of the room. 

A lot of it is the same from last year, but as he takes it in he starts to notice the changes.  A different couch.  A piece of art that used to be displayed proudly in the loft, or more recently in Eddie’s house.  More and more, he starts to see Buck’s influence in what had previously been Tommy’s home alone.  They’re lives have been intertwined, and it’s on full display if you know what to look for.

With all of the puzzle pieces in place, Eddie feels like a fucking idiot.  Buck smiles with his whole face when he sees that Eddie has clued in.

“So you guys…” Eddie trails off.

Buck nodded in earnest.  “We did, a few months ago.”

“And this is going to be your…”

“It is,” Buck agrees.  “That’s why I needed to make sure you arrived last. You would have given away the surprise.  I’m sorry that made things hard for parking.”

“I get why you didn’t say anything,” Eddie offers, “and if this is what you want, then I’m happy for the two of you.”

“Your not upset that I’m making everything all about me?” Buck can’t help but throw out, taking in Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie stops himself from retreating into himself or letting the anger take over.  He knows he’s earned Buck’s reaction.  Instead, he says, “I’m sorry for how I handled myself in the last year.  I took advantage of your friendship, and lashed out at you.  If you’ll let me, I’d like to make it up to you, but today is not the day for that.   If there’s one time that you should make everything about yourself, it’s definitely today.”

Buck smiled even wider, and pulled Eddie into a hug.  “I’m glad you’re here.  I couldn’t imagine going through everything without my brother by my side.”

“No where else I’d rather be today,” Eddie agrees. 

“Alright.  Now, if you want to head outside, we’ll get the real party started momentarily.”

Next Part

Tag List: @fenrirscarsback, @gayjaytodd, @wiay04, @daughterofscotland, @thuperrah, @anniegraceinreallife, @v88sy @chemistry66, @partofthelouniverse, @teabroomsandbooks, @buffaluff, @theallyandhisbeast, @mysterious-skin, @kinardsevan, @hcrm, @cliophilyra, @shushshesbeingsmart, @buck-up-buck, @pikaguppy, @bigheartbuck, @thats-the-biz-babe,

[27spoons]

Abandoned Souls | Natalie Scatorccio

pairing: natalie scatorccio/gn!reader

request: just a short and sweet fic, you x natalie, my idea was that the whole sacrifice thing happens again, but you are chosen, so you get chased by everybody, but find some sort of hiding spot (up a tree? dunno), natalie finds you, but feeling terrible about javi and the past, chooses just to stay and comfort you until the night, cuddlefucking, fall asleep, undeterminate ending!! (anon)

wc: 3560

warnings: canon-typical violence/trauma, smut, bottom!nat, tribbing, fingering(nat!r), apology(?) sex, nat cannot catch a fucking break, it's really just angst with smut sprinkled on top, not proof-read we die like shauna's baby

a/n: post cabin fire, pre s3e1. like during the rebuilding phase ykwim

"We should draw cards," Misty's voice cuts through the sound of trees moving from the rough winds of deep winter, causing you to look up from the point of ground you've been staring at. "It's the best choice. Most fair."

"We aren't doing another fucking hunt, Misty," Nat replies sharply, warming her hands up in what remains of the cabin fire. "We aren't… eating someone else." Every word is laced with absolute disdain at the idea, but the clawing hunger that had shown itself in early winter is only getting louder. She already knows there won't be much choice soon, especially if no game is found, and the loss of the cabin only made everything more urgent. 

Taissa looks up from where she's seated next to Van, her face impassive. "So our two options are dying of exposure, or dying of hunger." She deadpans with a roll of her eyes. "Great options, Nat. Really." 

Nat's eyes snap to Tai, glaring daggers. "We aren't fucking killing anyone else."

"Misty is right," Lottie murmurs, barely audible. "It wants us to. The cards will decide."

"Majority vote? All those for drawing cards, raise your hands." Misty immediately raises her hand, looking around at the others.

Lottie is the first to follow. Close behind is Shauna, whom Melissa immediately follows. 

"You guys can't be serious!" Nat tries, her voice cracking as she glances around the group. "We can't just—"

"Let them vote, Nat!" Shauna snaps, cutting the Antler Queen off. "We were voting." Her gaze darts back around to those who haven't raised their hands, and speaks again. "All those for drawing cards so we can finally fucking eat, raise your hands."

For a second, no one moves. You hear Nat whisper something under her breath, maybe a curse or a prayer to a God she never believed loved her, but she doesn't argue further with Shauna. Then Tai lifts her hand, Van raises their hand, a very reluctant Akilah, and Mari seals the group's fate when she joins them. 

You watch a tear roll down Nat's cheek, her jaw clenching in an attempt to hold back genuine sobs.

"That's more than half the group." Shauna glares at Nat. "We draw cards."

"I know," Nat murmurs after a long, tense moment of silence. Her eyes flash between people, trying to come up with the right words for the situation. When her gaze lands on you, you see flashes of a terrified girl thrust into a position of power she never asked for. But when she looks down at her feet for a second, you already know she's resigned herself to following the will of the group. 

Shauna doesn't wait for Nat to respond. She just gets up, brushing her hands on her pants, and moves towards what's left of their supplies.

"Van. The deck."

There's no ceremony to it. No chanting or prayer. Just a silence that feels too big to speak through.

Van hesitantly pulls the battered card deck from the inside of her coat. The edges are warped from moisture, some cards curling at the corners. You've seen them before. Sometimes for card games, but recently? Recently, they've been an omen of something no one wants to name.

One by one, everyone gathers. A tight circle forms beside the flickering flames that still bleed from the cabin.

A few separate people shuffle the deck, as if to make sure no one's rigged the draw against anyone. When it's sufficiently scrambled, Van squeezes the deck a few times nervously before moving to stand next to Tai in the circle. "Should I..?" Van mumbles, unable to look at the emaciated teens who stand barely upright, fingers twitching like the nerves are misfiring. 

Shauna's eyes are glassy, distant. You're not sure she's actually heard a single word since the vote started. She turns to Van, but it's not focus—it's vacancy, like she's seeing a ghost, or nothing at all. "Yes. You can start."

So, they do.

Van draws the first card. Ten of spades.

Tai follows. Nine of diamonds.

Gen. Three of hearts.

Robin. Seven of spades.

You. The queen of hearts—

Time stops. Your pulse pounds in your ears, bile threatening to destroy what's left of your already damaged esophagus. You display the doomed card to the group, hands shaking from more than just the freezing cold.

No one speaks or sobs. No shocked gasps or anguished cries pierce the air.

Nat steps forward, steps laced with heavy reluctance, and removes Jackie's necklace from around her neck and loops it around yours. The golden heart settles solemnly against your chest, condemning you to a fate that may have been avoided at some point.

For a second, your eyes meet.

You see her jaw clench. You see the thousand words she wants to say die behind her teeth.

And then you speak.

"I'm not going to lie there and let you butcher me."

You step back. The pendant shifts against your sternum with the motion.

Lottie's voice is hauntingly devoid of emotion as she speaks. "I'll count to thirty."

You don't wait for one.

You turn and run.

The trees blur past you. Pine needles catch on your letterman as you nearly trip over a stray root peeking up from the snowy forest floor. The only noises you can make out are the vague sounds of girls howling and your panting breaths. 

You aren't sure how long you run for. It feels like hours—although it could very well be seconds—but your perception of time feels foggy on a good day, and this is far from a good day.

You don't recognize this part of the woods, and you gradually slow as you realise that you are helplessly lost. You no longer hear the animalistic cries of girls who have long since lost their sanity to the howling winds, and you're left with a crushing feeling of loneliness that you've never felt before.

Being out here was already isolating. Knowing you're completely alone, and that the only people you have left are the ones hunting you for sport, amplifies that tenfold. You subconsciously scratch dead skin flakes from your knuckles, a nervous habit you had before the crash that worsened once the hunger started to set in.

Your feet slowly resume their movements, carrying you in a random direction… hopefully away from the people actively tracking you.

Eventually, you stumble across a narrow gap in a moss-covered rock wall—no more than two feet wide, maybe less. Wide enough to slip through sideways or crawl, but you already know that your clothes are going to snag on the jagged edges.

It takes some maneuvering, but you manage to climb in through the opening, sacrificing a small scrap of fabric from your jacket on the way in.

It's already night outside, but the inside of the cave might as well be pitch black. Your hands guide you through the darkness, running along the walls until you reach a point you think is the far corner, and you shuffle down the rock until you're seated on the cold floor.

You aren't quite sure what your plan is, because either way, the ending doesn't look positive, but you decide to shelter in place temporarily. Maybe until morning, maybe until you're forced out, but you remain seated all the same.

An attempt at self-soothing is made, humming a song you barely remember from before your entire world got turned on its head. 

That's when you hear the quiet crunching of snow from outside your hideout, and your hand flies over your mouth in an attempt to muffle any and all sounds you can emit. You notice the flicker of firelight seeping in through the opening, and that's when you see a familiar ring-adorned hand clutching a torch.

When hazel-coloured eyes peer in, your heart drops into your stomach. She doesn't speak at first, watching you as though you were a cornered animal, and right now it sure as hell feels like you are. 

You inch closer to the wall, as though it could save you from an inevitable fate, and try pleading with whatever Gods exist in this long-forsaken forest.

Nat doesn't speak as she inches her way through the opening, but she does hiss when she accidentally hits her head on a protruding piece of rock. The flame from the torch flickers across the walls, revealing a far smaller cave than you originally thought, and you clutch the sleeves of your jacket in fear. 

She slings the rifle you didn't even realise she had from off her shoulder, but rather than pointing it at you like you thought she would, she tosses it to the ground. The sound reverberates in the confined space, and you can see the tears brimming in her eyes when you look up at her.

She's shaking like a leaf in high winds. She sits down opposite you, next to the crevice, and rests the piece of lit wood against a rock like a makeshift holder. Once her hands are free, she immediately presses her palms into her eyes in what appears to be an attempt to ground or comfort herself.

"I can't do it again," she finally mumbles, hands still covering her face as though she can't bear to look at you. "I can't… we can't…" 

The first sob slips out before she can stop it. The second tears through her chest. It's raw. Heartbreaking.

You want to comfort her, just like you want to be comforted, but the look on her face makes it feel all backwards. She's just as young as you. Just as fucked-up. Just as much as a high school kid pulled into something no one was meant to survive.

"Nat…" you whisper, inching a little closer. "It's… I know. I know you don't want this. I know you'd never want to hurt anyone. I know."

She looks up then, eyes rimmed red and tears streaking down her cheeks.

"I should." Her voice is flat. Cracked. "I should turn myself in. Or… I don't know. Something. But I—" Her breath hitches. "God, I'd rather die than have it be you. I can't watch that again."

Her body folds inward with the words, desperate attempts for air clawing their way from her chest, like the words physically hurt to say out loud.

And you're still scared. Of course you are. But underneath the fear is something else—something that says Nat would sooner freeze to death in knee-deep snow than lay a hand on you.

At some point, you realise you're crying too. It's pathetic. Gross, even.

You don't know who reaches out first, but it doesn't matter. You collapse into each other like gravity has given up trying to keep you apart. Her hands fist in your jacket, your face presses into her neck. The cave disappears. The cold fades. All that's left is the way she clings to you, like letting go might kill either one of you.

You curl into her because the cold hurts more than the fear does right now. The same girl you spent an entire childhood playing stupid games with, now comforting you after watching you be sentenced to death. 

For a long time, you just hold each other. Shivering. Breathing. Existing in the same collapsing silence.

Then her hand moves—slow, unsure—resting just above your hip. Not bold or groping, just there, like she needs the anchor as badly as you do.

You don't speak. You just shift closer and let her touch you.

When her fingers slip beneath your shirt, you gasp against the skin of her neck. She flinches, almost pulls away—but you kiss her instead.

It's clumsy. You don't know who moved first—just that it felt easier than talking. Cold mouths and chapped lips desperately meeting in the dim light the fire provides as it gradually dies out. You tell yourself it's just to swap body heat, maybe provide some semblance of comfort in a place that has none, but you know it's a lie when you tangle your fingers in her hair and pull her towards you.

She's trembling—or maybe you are. Whether it's the cold, the events of the night, or being in each other's arms that causes the shakes is left unsaid, but you aren't sure any answer would satisfy the deep-seated ache in your gut, regardless. 

You feel it before you see it: the hesitation in her hands, the way her breath hitches against your throat as she drags her lips up your pulse, and the quiet motion of her climbing into your lap like it's something she shouldn't ask for out loud.

She never used to have to ask, anyway. That spot was always hers.

Nat's knees press into the cold floor on either side of your hips. The weight of her settles across your thighs, warm and shaking, and for a moment neither of you moves. Her arms come up around your shoulders again, clinging tighter than before.

You brace her by the waist without thinking, fingers slipping under the multiple layers she's wearing to rest on the small of her back. Her skin's clammy, and you swear you can feel her heart thumping as if it belonged to a rabbit, and not a woman leading a group of girls. 

She leans back in, pressing her forehead to yours, and for a second, it feels like she might say something. But she doesn't. Just exhales.

Then her hips shift. Barely, but it's enough.

Your breath catches. Her lashes flutter. And then she does it again—slow, uneven, like she's not sure this is happening but knows she can't stop.

You don't stop her, either. Not when she shifts to straddle one of your thighs, and especially not when she bites on your lower lip, drawing it into her mouth and moaning at the taste. 

"Is this okay?" you tentatively ask between kisses, one of your hands sliding under the waistband of her jeans. "Are we—" You don't get a chance to finish the thought before she's pulling your head back in to slot her lips against yours once more, and you take that in place of a verbal answer.

Nat whines when your hand palms the rapidly dampening fabric of her boxers and eagerly presses her hips down in an attempt to find any form of friction. It's far from the first time the two of you have been together, but it feels like the first time—desperate hands and wanting bodies finding one another in the safety of night. Unlike your first time, neither of you makes an effort to discard anything that provides you with protection from the elements.

Hips frantically grinding against each other through layers upon layers of cloth, cold denim and rough seams scraping against each other as the final flame from the torch flickers out, leaving you and Nat in complete obscurity. 

"God, I fucking hate you," Nat whispers against your lips, somewhere between her hands sliding under your shirt and rolling her hips in a bid to find friction. "Why did you have to fucking…" A sob tears loose from her chest as she crashes into you again—mouth, hips, everything at once. It's a fleeting attempt to distract herself from the static that eats at her mind every time she's left alone too long.

"I'm sorry," you say in return, burying your face in the crook of her neck as your fingers start to circle her clit through her boxers. "God, I'm so fucking sorry." You aren't quite sure what you're apologising for, or why you're doing it so desperately, but the words keep spilling from you as you work her.

She sobs against your hair, nails digging into the skin of your back. You don't flinch. You just let her hold on, let her shake against you as your hand keeps moving in slow, uneven circles through the damp fabric of her boxers. 

"I hate you," she gasps again, but it doesn't sound like hate. It sounds like please don't stop.

Your mouth moves without thinking, pressing hot kisses across her throat and anywhere else you can reach. "I know. I know," you whisper, nudging her jaw with the tip of your nose. 

Tears continue to spill down her cheeks, soft sobs mingling with broken moans. She's desperate, just as eager as you are for some salvation in this forlorn forest—something to hold onto, even if it's only each other. Her thighs tremble where the straddle your leg, muscles twitching with every slow grind of your palm against her throbbing clit. 

You pull your hand back just enough to push it underneath the waistband of her underwear, fingers brushing through the thick curls at her center. There's no hesitation as you move lower, just the steady need to make her feel something other than fear.

Fingers slide through her folds, and you both groan as your middle finger starts circling her entrance. She clenches instinctively, breath catching in your ear, hips grinding down in an attempt to force your digits deeper. Maybe, if the situation were better, you'd make her wait. Tease her, draw it out… not tonight. You ease a finger into her, slow but steady, and feel her exhale like she's been holding her breath since the cards were drawn.

She's tight. Warm. Her cunt flutters around your finger, and you let her pull you deeper. Take what she needs. Her mouth finds your shoulder, canines digging into the wool body of your letterman as you push your index finger into her heat alongside your middle. Another sob escapes her, but this one is quieter, less afraid.

Muscle memory takes over any other course of action you had initially planned, finding those spots inside her like it's instinct.. It isn't long until you curve your fingers towards her belly button, finding that ridged patch on her inner walls. 

You settle into a steady rhythm, curling your fingers with every thrust, each movement rewarded with a breathy moan against your shoulder. It's messy and frantic, the kind of touch that's born not from lust but starvation—emotional, physical, and spiritual. Nat grinds down against your hand, chasing every ounce of friction you can offer, even as her body trembles from the cold and her mind tries to outrun the things it's seen.

Her mouth finds your neck, but she doesn't kiss you. She just breathes you in like she's trying to remember something—anything—good.

You press your cheek to hers, closing your eyes because you're unsure you could handle seeing her right now as she is—wrecked, falling apart at the seams, and trying not to cry again.

"I got you," you murmur as your fingers shift into a familiar rhythm that's brought her to orgasm a thousand times before. You keep going, stroking her from the inside with a practiced precision, feeling her slick streak down your wrist and further ruining her boxers.

Then her breath catches. 

Her whole body goes taut, a low sound slipping from her throat as her nails dig into your back. Her hips lock into place as her cunt clenches around you so tight it's almost painful. 

You don't stop, easing her through the orgasm that rakes her frame, each thrust of your fingers slower than the last, letting her ride the wave as it breaks over her in shudders and gasps. Her forehead presses to yours again, damp with cold sweat, and she lets out a trembling breath that sounds like it could tip into a sob if you weren't already holding her this close.

The last time you held her like this, it was the night her dad died.

That feels like a lifetime ago, now.

"I've got you," you repeat, brushing your lips against the corner of her mouth. 

She doesn't answer, just curls around you tighter as your hand eases out of her pants and comes to rest on her hip, rubbing small circles into the flesh as she attempts to make herself as small as possible, just a ghost of the girl she once was.

You aren't quite sure what time you wake up—or when you fall asleep—but when you do, you're still holding Nat in your arms, gripping her like a lifeline. You're freezing, but from what you can remember… you're still shivering, so it can't be that bad. 

Nat shifts in your arms when you begin to stir, turning to face you, her expression as numb as she probably feels.

"Hey," she murmurs, eyes meeting yours in the dim light. "You sleep like shit, too?" She tries to laugh, as if the past ten months had been nothing more than a cruel joke, but it falls flat when you both remember the events that transpired less than eight hours ago.

"What're we gonna do, Nat?" you whisper, running your digits through her matted hair. "We… they're still looking for us, aren't they? I… what if they—"

The crack of someone—or something—stepping on a branch outside yanks you from the conversation you had just started, and Nat slaps her hand over your mouth to cut you off. Her eyes bore into yours, and as footsteps and voices grow closer, you can only hope that they keep walking.

The torn shred of your letterman still attached to a jagged piece of rock on the crevice wall tells you they won't.

a/n: trying something new with the headers and shit we'll see if it sticks or not

[emeritusemeritus]

ok ok hear me OUT! imagine george secretly dating a slytherin reader and in his dorm she asks him for his “G” sweater (you know the ones they get for Christmas) and he’s like yea ok, he literally doesn’t think about it at all, like he’s thinking she wants to wear it to bed in her dorm BUT THEN the next morning when she comes down to the great hall for breakfast SHE’S WEARING THE SWEATER AND HIS LITTLE HEART GETS SO EXCITED!!! 🥺🥺🥺

ps i love you and your writing so much ❤️

Hi love!! Thank you for your lovely words, I’m so sorry this has taken so long! I hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: none really? Mainly pure fluff. One minor sexual innuendo. Slytherin!Reader. Fred being surprisingly sweet. Background Fred x Angelina implied.

Word count: 1.1k

A Ruby amongst Emeralds.

It's freezing in the dorms this time of year, the warmth radiating from the fireplace never quite heating up the large rooms in the ancient building. It's January, Mid-winter and undoubtedly below freezing, the cold air nipping at every inch of exposed skin even inside the castle.

You'd caught a chill on the way up to the Gryffindor common room, nevermore thankful to be away from the draughty Slytherin dorms, notorious for their cold and frosty atmosphere- and that was just the people.

You'd slipped past the portrait of the fat lady, blending in with a group of Gryffindors with perfect precision, as practiced many times before, slipped along the corridor and into the end dorm where your boyfriend waited for you. It wasn't easy to keep a relationship hidden at Hogwarts, especially when it was two people of opposing houses. But you'd managed it for over a year without a single suspicion from anyone, excluding Fred of course who apparently didn't count.

"Georgie, can I borrow this? I'm freezing," you ask with chattering teeth, reaching for the discarded jumper on his dresser. Handmade and looking somewhat new, you realised it was the jumper that he'd gotten for Christmas two weeks ago from his parents.

"Of course," he says gently, without ever really looking up. You supposed it was a natural consequence of growing up with so many siblings, or more specifically growing up with a twin that shared everything but George was always extremely generous with his things. He'd give you anything you needed without question, knowing that you'd take care of whatever it was.

You double checked that it was definitely George's jumper, confirming there was a large 'G' on the front and not an 'F', Godric forbid.

You smiled as you pulled the jumper into your arms, bringing it up to your nose to give it a good smell. It smelled of him and his home, a scent that radiated warmth and safety. It was almost addictive.

When you were leaving his dorms, the curfew just minutes away, you hesitated taking the jumper off. You were finally warm and so cozy that the very thought of taking off the jumper made you want to cry.

"Keep it," George says, pulling you in for a kiss by the hips, his large hands covering your sides.

"Really?" You ask hopefully. He nods and kisses you again, his nose bumping clumsily into your cheek, your warm hands clinging to him in anyway you can.

"Imagine it's me in bed with you tonight," he says with a smirk, knowing that you wouldn't part with the jumper anytime soon.

"I always do," you reply in a sultry fashion, mentally planning your new route back to the dungeons, knowing full well that you'll have to sneak back after curfew.

"Alright break it up lovebirds, ahh my eyes, my eyes!" Fred bursts into the room in the most dramatic way possible, falling to his knees and rolling onto the floor.

"Idiot."

"Git," George mumbles under his breath at the same time whilst he pulls away from you, his hands leaving your body and landing at his sides.

"See you at breakfast."

You kiss George one last time as you leave still bundled up in your new favourite item of clothing. You give Fred a playful shove on the way out as he puckers up for a kiss too and laugh whilst closing the door, no longer dreading the walk back to the Slytherin common room.

"I just think it would be easier now," George whispers to Fred over breakfast as he scoffs down his fifth slice of toast. "Don't get me wrong I know why we had to keep it quiet but I just wish we could be open about it."

"I know mate," Fred says in an uncharacteristically empathetic tone, knowing how much the topic bothered George, even if he was secretly fed up of having the same conversation again.

Truthfully, George really had been fine with keeping their relationship secret for the first half of the year but as their relationship grew and got stronger, he no longer knew why they were bothering. He loved her, she loved him, and what did it matter what anyone else thought? Perhaps now it had been over a year together he could broach the subject with her again, see if she'd be open to it.

"Doesn't hurt to ask," Fred suggests, catching a single glance of his twin and knowing exactly where his mind was at. George sits and ponders on the thought for a moment whilst Fred looks around the room, no doubt looking for Angelina.

"Do you think she would, be open to telling everyone I mean?" George asks, reaching for another slice of toast but suddenly thinking better of it. He senses Fred is distracted, inevitably trying to get Angelina's attention but George still waits for Fred's reply, even if it does take a few seconds.

He hears Fred snort and feels a sinking feeling in his gut, knowing that it was probably a stupid idea all along, his gaze never leaving his crumb covered plate.

"Never mind," George mumbles, reaching for the toast once again with a sigh.

"Look up you idiot."'

George lifts his head up without question and looks towards his brother, following fred's line of vision to see what he was missing.

When his eyes land on what Fred is looking at he freezes, brain temporarily short circuiting. He blinks twice to make sure he wasn't seeing things, his heart seeming to flutter at the sight before him.

It's his girl. She looks beautiful, just as she always does but this morning she’s glowing. He watches as she takes a seat at the Slytherin table across the room, smiling widely at her friends as she climbs onto the bench, proudly wearing his jumper.

It’s burgundy with a giant ‘G’ stitched in gold thread, the biggest contrast there could be amongst the other Slytherins, a ruby in the middle of emeralds.

They make eye contact across the Great Hall and it’s electric, each of them feeling the sparks and butterflies anew. He’s never been more certain than in that exact moment that he loves her, that he would spend the rest of his life chasing the high he felt right now. He’d remember the way his little Slytherin proudly wore his jumper in front of the whole school, the way she would cheer the loudest at Quidditch games whilst wearing the same jumper, and the way that he would never get the chance to wear it even once in his life because it officially belonged to his girl.

[sourb1tter]

𐔌 : DANIELA AVANZINI...

──────── .☘︎ ݁˖ What's on the radio today ! : P*RNSTAR ! ༉‧₊˚.

Fuck me all night..

synopsis: you and Daniela were watching a movie while cuddling with eachother on a friday night. As a more romantic part came up on the screen you noticed the way Daniela seemed a bit worked up.

warnings: smut, a bit of thigh riding, nipple play, fingering, begging, g!p Daniela, praise !!

Requested by @ilovefrankocean1025 !

Daniela decided to turn on some random movie she found on netflix. I cuddled up next to her with my arm over her waist, and my head on her chest.

as the movie started and went on i noticed that Daniela started getting pretty tired, her eyes were half-lidded. She rested her head onto mines as the movie went on.

The two love interest started to get a little intimate with eachother, the sounds of soft gasps and quiet moans from the tv filled the room. I looked up at her and i noticed the way she bit her lip and clenched her legs together. I continued to watch the movie, as the sound of zippers being unzipped and buttons grinding against the fabric of the button up blouse that was shown on the tv.

Daniela’s hand crept to the bottom of my thigh, dangerously close to my black shorts. I felt a slight burning sensation in my stomach as i started to softly ride her thigh, very sloppily. Soft gasps left my lips as my eyes fluttered shut from the feeling. I let out a soft moan, my breathing became heavy as i soon stopped.

I leaned upwards and kissed Daniela on the corner of her lips as i slowly went down her neck. I left light shades of pink on her collar bones as i slowly started to straddle her hips. “ Baby.. “ Daniela said in a sleepy tone, while sitting up to give herself more room.

“ Yeah? “ i responded to her quietly as i stopped and looked up at her, my eyes were now filled with desire and lust. “ Turn the tv off, i can barely hear you and your pretty sounds. “ She gripped my hips harshly— piercing through my shorts and planting soft crescents on my hips. I turned the tv off just as she asked and i started to remove her white tank top.

Desperately, my lips attached to her nipples as i swirled my tongue around her hardened nipples. My free hand played with the other nipple. My index and thumb twisting each side softly. Daniela’s gasps filled the room as she groaned each time i kissed her nipple.

Her right hand slipped into my shorts, playing with the hem of my panties as she slowly slid her hand in my panties and started circular motions onto my clit. I gasped against her warm skin as my hand kept toying with her nipple— my hips bucked against her fingers. “ mmfh.. fuck.. more.. “ i exclaimed in a breathless and whiny voice.

“ more of what baby? “ Daniela smiled at me condescendingly. Her pace on my already sensitive clit became faster. As a way of teasing me, my breath caught into my throat as i nuzzled my face into her chest. “ f-f-fuck.. me.. “ I said with my lip quivering as i kept bucking my hips into her hand. She held my hips down to stop me.

She flipped me onto my back. Now she was stood above me in my knees. She smirked and pulled my shorts off slowly. “ Good job, baby “ Daniela said chuckling light at your cute expressions, she pulled my panties off slowly aswell. She smiled seeing how wet i was for her, she didn’t reply to it. But i knew it boosted her ego.

her fingers slowly entered my warm cunt— her free hand went to my stomach. Tracing shapes on it as she tried to ignore the tent that was in her pants. Begging to break free from her pants. I bit my lip as i stared at it— Daniela quickly noticed. “ baby.. you okay? “ Daniela said as she kept pumping her fingers in and out of me. The length of her fingers made it easier for her to hit the spot.

I nodded and threw my head back as i started moaning her name religiously— like a prayer. “ Dani ! “ I gripped the bed sheets as my body became warm and i clenched around her fingers. Daniela bit her lip and whined slightly at the sight. Daniela pulled down her sweatpants and boxers— her cock immediately sprung out.

Daniela. Becoming desperate, didn’t wanna waste anytime before inserting herself into me. Her hands gripped my waist as she thrusted painfully slow. Teasing me once more. “ Please Dani.. “ Daniela couldn’t help but obey. She practically felt like she was going to explode from how tightly my cunt clenched around her length. Daniela’s whimpers became louder and louder by the minute.

I rocked and bucked my hips against hers. The sound of our skin slapping eachother filled the room aswell as my loud moans and gasps. I mumbled ‘ yes ‘ like a prayer. As if it was the only word i knew how to say other than ‘ Daniela ‘ or ‘ Dani ‘.

” Fuck.. Baby.. “ Daniela started rutting into you at an abnormal pace that made her eyes flutter. Her nails dug crescents into your skin. Daniela’s cock started to twitch inside of you. “ Dani.. Dani.. im gonna.. cum.. “ i said breathlessly. Daniela didn’t reply. She only nodded her head.

moments later i felt her pull out of me as both of us release. Warm, white, and sticky was on my stomach as our chest heaved from how heavy we were breathing. Daniela crawled next to me and pulled me next to her. I cuddled into the crook of her neck and wrapped my arms around her waist. Daniela cuddled back into me with a smile on her face. “ I love you, mi amor. “ The only response she got was my snoring— drool dripped down my chin. She smiled in response and wiped the drool of with her thumb. She planted a kiss on my forehead and cuddled into me aswell and soon after feel asleep with me.

Prodotto da sourr

[theotherrookie]

Willow reached to give the drone a pat, "I'm quite glad to have met you as well, Simon."

It was so refreshing meeting a tech savvy person who was actually pleasant to talk to. Willow would definitely find the time to chat again over this topic or any other.

"It'd be fun to swing around and look down on the haters." Rook crossed her arms as Lucien leaned over to mock her, "It might be more exciting than jumping off the roof."

It would also be better for her mother's peace of mind. Lucien was reminded of the importance of respecting personal space and pointed back to Russell with a claw. He was his problem now.

"Well, I can think of some more names, but I'd have to ask Erica how to pronounce them."

"We could also go with Big Big Bro!" Erica said with a smile.

"It would be worth a try. In any case, we first of all care about spending time with you." Lucien replied. That, however, didn't mean he didn't plan on gifting Russell a nice t-shirt or two. Not that he needed the excuse to go shopping.

"Maybe a round of positive vibes will help, but let's not overdo it." Rook said, "I don't want the place to be too pristine, you know? Polite ghosts should feel welcome too."

If they wanted to open the place to everybody, then they better ensure it'd be that way even with a few safety measures in place.

Though it also occurred to Rook they should consider buying some super soakers. Her mother seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Fear my wrath, Antonio." Yes, she was definitely having a good time. "But I will let this go, if only because you still manage to be cute."

"Emotive extra limbs, am I right?" Rook chuckled, wiggling her wings.

But it was time to get going. Willow and Erica fell into step, mostly ready to try their chances riding in Five's car.

"You can never know where he put his hands. So I guess the first thing to do is cleaning the steering wheel." Erica suggested. She, of course, already had some tissue ready to be used.

"Indeed." Willow agreed. It was safe to say she didn't look very impressed with the car. Five's utter lack of taste extended to his choice of vehicle as well.

Rook decided to take the lead, knowing well she couldn't risk anybody wandering off while she had no way to track them down (having invited everybody inside without the help of an orb. She waited for her mother to follow, then for Lucien to step through, before shutting the portal behind them. The usual white void of the pocket greeted them in all its liminal glory as the fog parted, the lack of clutter suggesting this wasn't a corner Rook had been to recently.

Still keeping an eye on the group, she let out a sigh as she started floating a few inches off the ground. "Ah, it's nice to get some weight off my legs. I really can't wait to sit down."

"You will be able to do so soon, dear." Veronica reassured, "Now, feel free to toss your protections and spent consumables wherever you want. We do have essentially infinite space in here."

"It could use a few rugs." Lucien mused.

"I will provide my opinion as you proceed, but I believe the two of you will be able to do most of the work."

As much Willow didn't mind helping, she was still the Core. Designing and building a tablet with the level of technology they were accustomed to wasn't the most challenging task.

She would provide her company, but only so much advice to help without ruining the fun. The process was more interesting than the destination.

"Now, that's an excellent idea. A safety harness would likely benefit Rook's hesitant approach to the task."

"I'm not scared!" Rook snapped, "I just have a lot of stuff to worry about when I'm jumping off a high place and trying to stay up there... I'm not worried about getting dropped."

It was a whole other set of issues, but it mainly had to do with controlling her wings feeling like trying to balance on a unicycle using her hands.

But did they even have to talk about this now, of all times? She had just taken on Five and walked away from the fight in one piece. She had earned the right to feel like a valiant warrior for a while, as well as to stare and judge Travis for enabling Lucien like that.

"You're a bunch of nerds. But yeah, I think Russell can pull it off if he gives it a shot."

"Looks are also a matter of attitude. You would look wonderful." Lucien added. He seemed to genuinely mean it.

"And I guess that'd catch the attention. Though it's kinda weird, you know." Rook said, making a wide motion with her hand, "Thinking that we would eventually open up the place after what we did in there."

The whole deal with Ratchet could have some repercussions. It would be wise to install some defenses against any ghosts that might be attracted by the lingering bad vibes.

"We just have to make the place look real nice– Oh no!" Erica watched as Veronica sprayed Antonio anyway.

"Mum, he already took it back." Rook protested.

"There isn't a single organ left in me and I still felt that." Veronica replied, "Besides, you must always make sure your cat is adequately hydrated."

Erica wanted to point out that method mainly worked on plants, but knew better than to bother the ghost lady when she was disappointed in somebody.

"Maybe they figured that Russell is always using 2% of his power and decided not to mess with that." Erica suggested, "Nobody wants to. Or maybe things with Five got so stupid that they felt anything was better than that."

It really didn't take much, but the coffee probably helped. Erica tilted her head when Veronica handed her the spray bottle.

"Take this, Erica. Spray this everywhere before you touch those seats." Veronica instructed.

Erica nodded, before shoving the bottle in one of her pants pockets. "I guess Antonio can relax now."

"Don't worry, dear, I brought a spare."

Erica wasn't worried. That motherly mildly threatening tone wasn't directed at her.

"Oh, Willow doesn't plan to talk to them!"

Willow's grin seemed to confirm that. "It's nothing lethal, don't worry."

"We could do that, if Willow doesn't take the car first. But let's get going." Rook snapped her fingers to summon a portal, before she looked back at Willow, "Do you know where we're meeting up?"

"Your pocket only takes you to places you have already visited. I don't expect you to get daring this evening, of all times."

"Then, I'll race you there." Rook smiled, "Come on, guys, step into the fog."

It would be a good time to check on Frosty.

[izzyfishie]

PSA

SQUID GAME FANDOM, PLEASE READ!!

AS THE FINAL COUNTDOWN TO SEASON 3 APPROACHES, and our excitement (and anxiety) grows, there are some things we need to keep in mind, especially surrounding SPOILERS.

not everyone is going to be lucky enough to watch season 3 as soon as it drops. some people may be working. some people may be on vacations or busy. some people may just need more digesting time!

this is why TAGGING THINGS APPROPRIATELY is so important, at least for the first couple weeks of release. nobody wants a spoiler. getting spoiled for your favorite tv show is one of the worst things to ever experience.

BECAUSE OF THIS, PLEASE TRY TO KEEP IN MIND SOME ETIQUTTE:

—tag ANY spoilers, big or small, behind a tag—something like #squid game spoilers or #squid game 3 spoilers. it would also be best if you SPECIFIED on your blog what your spoiler tag is so people can block accordingly, at least until they’ve watched!

—when sending asks or replies to other blogs, MENTION THAT YOU ARE GIVING A SPOILER. this helps not only the receiver, but the audience reading those posts as well.

—DO NOT! DO NOT! and i repeat once more: DO NOT! SPOIL THE SHOW FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T CLARIFIED THEY’VE WATCHED!! especially when it comes to major plot points and character death—as someone whose favorite character died four years ago, i am in full solidarity with those whose favorite characters have high possibilities of dying, and it really sucks to get told that without watching.

i myself am going to be deleting/muting all social media until AFTER i finish completely finishing. i will be making videos/notes that i will post later. i will be fully unreachable until then. after that, my blog will be very spoiler-heavy.

THE TAG I WILL BE USING (AND HAVE BEEN USING) IS — #squid game spoilers

please block if needed!!

thank you so much. i am SO FUCKING EXCITED and SO FUCKING SCARED !!!!

[everlucivee]

𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘

summary: smoke isn't able to go through with his promise to free her, which leaves annie to deal with the consequences. + a world in which vampires are able to get pregnant!

content warning: lowercase, cursing, use of n-word. (i’m black!!!)

word count: 1.5k, PROMISE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER. i just felt like i was at a good place to end this chapter.

chapter 1: here

chapter 2

as annie wished, smoke left almost immediately, but that didn't stop him from returning the very next nightfall.

smoke had stayed at sammie's the night before—something uncle jed hadn't been too happy about—and he'd slept not a wink, mind too... awake, filled with too many thoughts about too many things, but mostly annie.

ever since this happened that's what's been on smoke's mind most of all. even before all this happened, she'd still taken up the most space in his head. throughout the seven years and before she was all he'd been able to think about.

he'd been uncomfortable all night. twisting and turning until he'd eventually decided to give up on trying to sleep entirely. at some point smoke went outside to try and roll a cigarette again after he'd stop trying hours ago. the night air had hit him just right, calming his thoughts for just a second.

the cigarette in his hand frustrating him to no end, so he just sat there. all night. staring at everything and nothing. forced to sit there with nothing to do, which forced him to sit with and finally acknowledge his thoughts.

and now as he stood on annie's doorstep, hand lifting up to knock on the door, he'd been wondering if this was a good idea at all. no, he knew this wasn't a good idea, but he couldn't seem to stay away from her.

the knocking sound brought him out of his thoughts.

"who is it?" annie said through the door, voice hoarse.

"c'mon, annie you know who it is."

"what do you want?" annie asked. she sounded closer to the door this time.

"can you open it?" smoke asked, leaning closer towards the door, "please?"

"elijah moore pleading? i never thought i'd see the day," annie said once she'd opened the door.

"why you here?" annie continued after realizing smoke wasn't going to say anything first.

she looked beautiful, she always did. her hair was tied up in one of her favorite wraps and a white nightgown that went to her mid thighs.

"to see you?" smoke replied, moving to step into her home, but she stopped him.

her hand resting on the doorknob still. "i don't want you in here. please respect that." but then she'd chuckled, which confused smoke the most about this entire crazy situation.

"what's funny?" smoke asked, his face twisting in confusion.

"respect. i dont know why im asking for respect from you. you obviously don't respect me." annie said, chuckles dying down, her expression changing into one of sadness? hurt?

"annie." smoke started, reaching into the house, attempting to seek out her hand, but unshockingly, she pulled back, moving out of his reach. he sighed, "i do respect you. more than anyone and anything. you know that."

"the worst part is that i know you truly believe that. and that scares me because that ain't true. you don't respect me at all, smoke. if you respected me..." she trailed off, staring him in the eye now, "well you know."

"i'm sorry, annie." smoke practically whispered, eyes lowering in embarrassment, shame.

"sorry ain't gonna change anything."

"what can i do? to make this better. to make you forgive me." smoke looked up again, tears collecting in his eyes.

"i'll never forgive you. but what you can do is leave me alone, elijah. i need space. i don't want to see you."

and as soon as she said the first sentence, smoke's heart broke in half. he couldn't lose her. that was the whole point of why he did what he did. he needed her.

"i'm not even able to put fresh milk on my baby's grave in the mornings anymore. that ain't something i can just forgive and get over."

smoke understood. as much as he hated this, he still understood.

he looked back towards their baby's grave, which had indeed been empty except for the now dead flowers that he'd left there weeks ago.

—

the first month without her had felt like an entire year. smoke truly doesn't know how he went seven years without her. he couldn't even imagine such a thing now.

he'd debated visiting her literally every single day since she told him she'd needed space, but he'd decided against it each time, trying his hardest to respect her one wish because he understood it. because he completely got why she wouldn't want to be around him, but he needed her.

he missed her. he wanted her. and he had nobody. she was all he had left, she and sammie, who wasn't even allowed to be anywhere near him anymore, all because uncle jed didn't trust him. all because uncle jed had been afraid that he'd somehow turn innocent sammie into something not so innocent.

smoke had been living in the juke joint for the last month. there's a small bed in the corner of the small room upstairs, the bed is beyond uncomfortable and is barely able to fully hold his weight, but that's his only option.

With barely enough money to last for the next two months, he couldn't just go out and spend it all in one place on a home.

as smoke laid there uncomfortably, tears rolling down his face, he'd heard a knock on the upstairs door. the upstairs door that no one should be able to reach unless you were a-

smoke's body shot up from the bed, quickly wiping at his face to get rid of the tears that had fallen, he couldn't let annie see him like this.

he'd walked to the door, quickly opening it before he could start to second guess the decision to open at all, and on the other side of the door stood his brother, who he hadn't seen in months, who he'd assumed was dead by now.

"the fuck you want?" smoke asked, anger fully taking over him, now.

"that's how it is, big brother?" stack asked, mockingly frowning.

"yeah, that's how it is, nigga," smoke replied, moving to close the door in his face.

"wait, it's about annie," stack said, reaching his hand out to stop the door from shutting in his face.

"what about her? is she good?" smoke asked, worry replacing almost every trace of anger he'd felt towards his brother.

"she's been talking to mary a lot, lately, and i've been listening in, and i don't know much about women other than what's in their pants but from what she's describing, she's either sick or pregnant, and i don't think vampires can get sick." stack said, huffing out a deep breath once he'd finished speaking.

"pregnant? nigga, ain't no way she's pregnant. she'd tell me," smoke said, but his voice trailed off as he spoke, second guessing if that second part had actually been true.

"yall aren't on the best terms, why would she be so quick to tell you? or maybe it just ain't yours," stack mumbled the last part.

"she ain't fuckin' nobody else," smoke said. the words or maybe it just ain't yours were replaying over and over in his mind.

"i don't know, man. we were gone for seven years. maybe she had a lil boyfriend. i don't know how far along she is. i can get mary to figure that out for you."

"i'll figure that out myself." smoke closed the door in his brother.

—

another month passed. two months without her.

stack had visited smoke many times since the first, giving updates on annie, but nothing else was said about the potential pregnancy.

he wanted to continue respecting annie's wish and he had every intention to, but he needed to figure this out once and for all.

what if his baby was inside her growing each day without him being there? he couldn't deal with that.

he waited until nightfall to return to her home. he hadn't even had to knock this time because she'd been outside already standing over their baby's grave, whispering words that he couldn't hear from how far away he was, but he knew she'd been talking.

"annie?" he whispered once he'd gotten close enough.

she didn't say anything for a while, now kneeling there, she continued brushing dirt off of the small rock that had their baby's tiny hand print.

"why won't you leave me alone?" annie asked, still not looking towards him.

"because i can't." smoke whispered.

she didn't say anything, she just stood up, walking towards the door of her home. smoke followed behind her slowly, scared of being turned away at the door.

"annie, are you pregnant?" smoke asked before they'd even made it to the door. the words came out as if he'd been struggling to hold them in and would pass out if he'd had to hold them in for any longer.

annie turned around, pausing on the steps, squinting at him and resting her arm on her hip.

"what?" annie asked.

"stack," smoke started, nervously walking closer to annie, "he said you been talking to mary about it."

annie sighed. he now stood almost directly in front of her, now.

"so, are ya'?"

"yeah."

"you weren't gon' tell me?" smoke asked, hurt evident across his face.

"why would i? it ain't yours."

———————

tag list: @brownskincheyenne @gayforgle @bigjh @ultralspblr @queenofklonnie22 @katezy2x @theegyal @anafricandaydreamer @lucidaquarian @thefutureemmywinner @lizbehave

if you’d like to be added to the tag list just lmk!

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

everything I’ve read about them has been parental or kinda sexual 😭 so I want to ask for wholesome or silly headcanons about the first generation kings. I also hope PTJ will show more of a human side to Gitae and James soon 🥲 Thank you.

Oh🙂 you're so right. It's either overly sexualized or they're straightup parent figures. I'm guilty of that, too, but the 1st gen is truly the finest, so I guess it can't be helped.

And yes pls !!! We need to see more of Kitae and James's human or goofy side! Idk if it's silly or wholesome, but here you go :)

Characters : James Lee, Kitae Kim, Jaegyeon Na, Jinrang , Jichang Kwak, Seongji Yuk, Taesoo Ma.

JAMES LEE/DIEGO KANG

James found any kind of attention annoying during school, fangirls, fanboys, all of them. As DG, he’s actually terrified of women, thanks to Stalker Girl 😶😶

Gun was hella disappointed when he found out James dyed his hair pink. The legend of the 1st generation... in pink? The same man who helped bring about Gap’s downfall? Gun used to scoff at him, and Goo didn’t hold back either, he said some very interesting things.

James is basically a grandpa at heart. All he really wants is some peace and quiet. He finds Kitae annoying too, and if the chance ever presented itself, he and Goo would definitely sit down for a good gossip session about that overgrown Hulk.

Though he’s repulsed by the overenthusiastic, creepy types, James is genuinely grateful to his fans. A part of him will always be indebted to their support.

KITAE KIM

After finishing off Gapryong, Kitae asked James to find a good place to eat. James was still a teen back then, so of course, he picked a fast food joint, it was cheap, and he had to pay.

While they were eating, a lady commented on how sweet it was that a big brother was treating his younger brother. Kitae froze mid-bite, pulled out his axe, and James had to scramble to diffuse the situation.

Kitae can dance, and when he’s getting ready in Gap’s drip, he twirls confidently in front of the mirror like a fashion king.

If his brothers hadn’t worshipped Gap, Kitae would’ve been the nicest, most caring, coolest big brother ever. He truly would’ve tried to become the man Gap never could be.

JAEGYEON NA

Gender? What’s that? Jaegyeon’s hands are rated E for everyone. He’s not a “ladies first” kind of guy. He believes in “whoever gets there first.” 😆

That said, he absolutely sucks at video games. It would take him hours, maybe days, just to pass one level. Meanwhile, Jichang always beats him.

He sends Yujae explosives, a truck, and a banner with a bomb that reads: "Eat your small dick." 💀💀

JINRANG

Jinrang loved going on walks with his brothers whenever they had free time. He would feed stray animals and pet them gently.

Definitely the type who would enjoy rock climbing, hiking, and other outdoor adventures.

He’d help elderly grandmas cross the street and then get bombarded with people asking if he was single. He’d never reply, just blush and walk away flustered.

JICHANG KWAK

Believe it or not, Jichang is a great actor (see: Holiday Arc). He once dreamed of being an actor but ultimately decided that his pride mattered more.

Secretly, he kind of thanked Kitae in his head, Seoul’s pollution was getting to him, and now he could finally breathe fresh countryside air 🤡

One day, Jihan and Jibeom teased that he didn’t look that strong. So he lifted both of them, and then threw them across the room.

SEONGJI YUK

Sweet baby Seongji☺️☺️ He makes dry jokes or sarcastic remarks without even realizing what he said.

He once thought of teaching James proper manners, worrying silently that James’s parents must be so disappointed in him. Help 😭😭

As he slowly began healing with the Cheonliang fam, he started to consider getting an education or finding a job in a formal sector.

TAESOO MA

Regular tea ☕ sessions with Hudson are a must. They talk about everything, yes, including bitching about James. Taesoo hates James. Truly. He makes constant snide remarks about how James dyed his hair pink: “Ew.”

But... somehow, he also can’t stop fantasizing about how thick James’s arms looked in that one outfit... or how muscular his back was.

He secretly listens to DG's songs and rates them all as “trash,” but why does he find his voice so good when DG raps he shamefully wonders.

Even runs a hate account dedicated to DG. Only to be viciously trolled by DG fangirls every single time. 😆😆

[austinbutlerluvrr]

𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾

── .✦ ₊˚⊹ᰔ

𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: This is quite literally my first time doing anything like this so I hope it turns out good xo

╰┈➤. Smut included (I hope it’s good.) fluff

— You have been with Austin with quite some time. You two became public after 3 months, that’s because people were noticing how much the two of you guys were like with one another. Always so touchy, so close, so intimate. There was a huge connection there between the two of you, and Austin loved that so much. Rumors became very big as the public became aware of you guys. He was an actor that was becoming so popular and you were modeling as well.

You were sitting beside Austin as he was having a conversation with a few of his costars. You two were at the Cannes film festival after party. You were always with him, all the time. You couldn’t help it though. Everything about him made you feel so safe and comfortable. Austin knew that, and he didn’t mind that. He always did the same as well. After a good 10 minutes he returned his attention to you. A smirk appeared on his lips as he looked at you.

“What’s on your pretty little mind, darling?” He questioned as he placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. You had snapped out of your thoughts as you returned your gaze to him.

You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Nothing. Just day dreaming. Why?” You asked curiously.

“Well, my girl has been a little too quiet throughout this very wonderful night, just wanted to hear your voice, pretty.” He said with such a soothing tone. He leaned in and gently kissed your cheek. “You wanna head back or what? Can’t have you up all night.”

“I mean. I am a little exhausted. I think I’ve done too much walking for the day.” You responded back, gently resting your head on his shoulder. He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “You’ve got it, doll.”

═══════ ═══════ ═══════

You and Austin had finally returned back to the hotel. You immediately kicked off your heels and knocked yourself out on the bed. Austin couldn’t help but chuckle at how exhausted you were after the whole festival. “You cannot be that tired. Or are you tired of how much attention you were getting today, hm?” He asked as he started to undo his shirt. You sat up on the bed and sighed. “Pfft, what attention? Are you saying that I’ve taken the spotlight the whole day?” You asked as you also chuckled as well.

“Mm.. You can say that. Everyone’s eyes on you. Kind of not fair don’t you think?” He says as he makes his way towards you. Standing in front of you with his abs perfectly on display for you. You glanced at them, a small blush appearing your cheeks. “You got the same amount of attention as me, you’ll be okay.” You replied. He shook his head, laughing. He leaned down and gently captured your lips.

His lips moving against yours. He knew you were tired but he just wanted you. So bad. He just needed to be alone with you. To claim you. His lips continued moving as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He gently picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. Breaking the kiss as he gave you a loving look, but filled with desire.

Soon after It was getting heated up as you were passionately making out. He was gently undoing your dress, tossing it to the floor. He looked down at your body and kissed your neck, down to your collarbone. “Beautiful.” He whispered. Each kiss was turning him on so much. He reached to your breasts but continued kissing down until he had reached to your stomach. You were getting wet. You couldn’t help it. It was so easy for you to get turned on. He can give you the slightest touch and you’ll easily be riled up. He gently pulled down the waistband of your panties. He smirked at the sight of your wetness. He looked up at you. “And you say you were tired… What a lie.” You scoffed. “Shush…”

He gently pressed his lips against your pink folds. He used his thumb to press down on your clit, making sure he gets every spot to satisfy for you and him as well. You moved your hand to his hair and gently tugged each time he was going faster with his mouth. “Oh, Austin…” You moaned out loud. He groaned against your folds, his groan vibrating through your body. “Don’t want you finishing yet, baby.” He says as he lifts his head up and licks his lips. He then got in between your legs and unbuckled his pants and unzipped his pants to release his cock. He was already rock hard, just the sight of you was getting him riled up. “So damn pretty.” He muttered. He spread your legs wide opened and gently spread open your folds. He then slid his cock inside. The two of you groaned. “Fuck…” Once he was in, he slowly thrusted deeper, just to feel more of you. You moaned with each thrust. After, Austin started to pick up his pace, grunting and groaning. He was going faster. The room just getting louder and louder.

“Austin….— I-I’m so close…” You stuttered as each time he got faster you were just closer to your release. “Cum for me, baby. C’mon. Let me see it.” He said as he continued his thrusts.

Seconds later you were quick to release without warning and he grunted as he pulled out and came on your stomach. “Gosh…” He said as he looked down at you. You were an absolute mess. He scooped some of your cum with his fingers and brought it to his lips as he licked his fingers clean. “Always tasting like sweetness, baby. Just pure sugar to me.” He teased.

Minutes past and you two were cleaned up. Tucked in bed with him and the lights were off and it was just the two of you, resting with one another. You were exhausted that’s for sure. He had his arm around your shoulders as your head was resting against his chest. Just the two of you, alone. No one else to interrupt. “Sleep well, sweetheart.” He whispered softly.

[trippiexlove]

Echoes of Us -Ch. 3

Main Master List

Story Master List - If you haven't read the prologue I suggest you read it before reading this.

ENJOY!!! ♡

Amani tapped her pen against the thick stack of the onboarding documents, her eyes scanning the meticulous details of a few new hires background checks. The familiar drone of employees talking and phones ringing hummed outside her office door. But today, even the precise world of HR couldn't completely anchor her attention. For the past few weeks, her phone had been a constant, low-level thrum of distraction. Josh.

He'd started with casual check-ins, asking about her week, sharing snippets from his life on the road, quick messages that she'd answered with answered with careful politeness. He'd told her about a crazy crowd in Boston, a long flight delay, even a funny story about Jon accidentally botching a move during a match. She'd found herself smiling at his texts more than she cared to admit, a warmth spreading through her chest that felt both forbidden and undeniably pleasant. She'd replied, always after a calculated pause, keeping her answers brief, and devoid of anything really personal. It was a delicate dance, a constant push and pull between the woman she was now and the girl she'd been.

A new notification buzzed, pulling her from a potential hire's resume. Of course, it was him. Her thumb hesitated before tapping open the message.

uceyjucey: I'm back in Florida for a few days. You free tonight? Maybe try that new Italian place downtown?

Amani's breath hitched. Dinner. Not a casual check-in, but a direct invitation. Her gaze flickered to the clock on her computer screen, then back to the message, as if willing it to disappear. The quiet hum of the office suddenly felt deafening. She could feel the familiar walls she'd meticulously rebuilt around her heart begin to tremble.

She reread Josh's message. The very thought of seeing him so soon sent a fresh wave of nerves through her, cold and sharp. Could she do this? Could she sit across from him, make small talk, pretend that twenty years of unspoken history, of a shared grief he didn't even know existed, wasn't simmering beneath the surface?

No. The answer was immediate, visceral. She couldn't.

Amani stared at her phone, the words "You free tonight?" solidifying in her mind. The internal struggle was a tempest. Her gut screamed no, but a softer, more persistent voice whispered yes. Before she could fully commit to either, her thumb instinctively navigated to the group chat with Tameka and Shawna.

Mani❤️: 1 attachment 

Mani❤️: What should I do 😩

The response was almost instantaneous. Her phone vibrated, a rapid-fire succession of messages from the girls. 

Tammy💖: You better say yes 

Shay🤞🏾: YES! BOUT DAMN TIME

Tammy💖:Don't even THINK about saying no. 

Shay🤞🏾: You gotta do this

Amani couldn't help but crack a small smile at their rampant enthusiasm, even as her own nerves frayed. They were relentless, but she knew it came from a place of fierce love and a desire for her happiness. She didn't reply to their frantic messages. Instead, with a deep breath that felt more like a leap of faith, she switched back to Josh's chat. Her fingers, surprisingly steady, typed out a reply.

_AmaniW: I'd like that. 7 works for me.

She hit send before she could second-guess herself, placing the phone face down on her desk as if to physically cut off the connection. The silence stretched, a few agonizing minutes ticking by. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation and dread, even as she forced her eyes back to the resumes in front of her.

Her phone buzzed. Amani snatched it up, quicker than she could register, her eyes immediately going to his message.

uceyjucey: Bet, I'll make a reservation for us. See you tonight beautiful

Amani reread his reply, a strange mix of exhilaration and terror swirling within her. See you tonight beautiful. The words were simple, yet made her feel some type of way, hopes she hadn't realized she still harbored. She had said yes. The carefully constructed walls, twenty years in the making, were now officially breached. Tonight, she would sit across from Josh Fatu, and she had no idea what she was walking into.

Amani practically sprinted through her front door, tossing her work bag onto the foyer table with a clatter. Her phone was already ringing. It was Shawna, no doubt calling with Tameka already on the line, having been alerted by Amani's frantic acceptance message hours earlier. She swiped to answer, propping the phone against the fruit bowl as she kicked off her heels.

"Okay, I don't have much time to get ready" Amani blurted out, her voice a little higher than usual. "I don't even know what to wear? It's been a minute since I've been on a date." She paced the kitchen, peering into her fridge getting a cold water, taking a sip to calm her nerves. She capped it before making her way upstairs.

Tameka's voice, calm and steady, came through the speaker. "Relax, Mani. It's just dinner. You need to wear something that says you do this shit effortlessly"

Shawna chimed in with her usual directness. "Forget wearing jeans. I'm thinking that black two-piece set you bought last year. The one with the wide-leg pants and the slightly cropped top."

Amani paused mid-stride. "The one that shows a little stomach?"

"Girl, yes!" Tameka exclaimed. "It's cute, and it's got just enough edge. It gives enough body-ody" Amani chuckled at her friend hyping her up.

Amani sighed, half in exasperation, half in reluctant agreement. They usually had good instincts. "Fine," she mumbled, already heading into her walk-in closet. "But if I look ridiculous, I'm blaming you both."

She tossed the set onto her bed, the soft fabric a stark contrast to her racing thoughts. Slipping into it, Amani spun around in front of her full-length mirror. The wide-leg pants flowed elegantly, and the top hinted at her toned midriff without being overt. Adding some gold heels and matching gold accessories, she stood before her full-length mirror. "Okay," she conceded, speaking to her reflection and her friends on speaker, "it's actually kind of cute."

"Told you!" Shawna crowed.

They stayed on the line as Amani worked through her hair and makeup. She opted for soft waves, letting her curls fall naturally, and a subtle smokey eye that enhanced her dark eyes. The familiar rhythm of getting ready, coupled with her friends' encouraging banter, slowly began to soothe some of her nerves.

Just as she was applying a final swipe of lip gloss, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. A quarter past six. "Shoot! I gotta go, y'all. Wish me luck!"

"You got this, Mani!" Tameka cheered.

"Don't forget to text us!" Shawna added, their voices brimming with excitement.

With one last encouraging word, they hung up. Amani grabbed her keys and a small clutch, taking a deep breath. The scent of her perfume, a sophisticated blend of jasmine and sandalwood, filled the air. She walked out to her car, the Florida evening air surprisingly cool. The drive to the restaurant was a blur of streetlights and nervous energy. Every turn brought her closer to the Italian place downtown, and to Josh.

Amani stepped into Amore Cucina, the new Italian place downtown, and the warm, inviting aroma of garlic and herbs instantly enveloped her. The soft murmur of conversations and the gentle clinking of silverware filled the air. She approached the hostess stand, her heart doing a familiar flutter.

"Hi, how can I help you this evening" the young hostess smiled. "Is it just one?"

"I'm meeting somebody here, reservation for should be under Joshua Fatu," she said, her voice a little steadier than she felt.

The hostess smiled politely, and nodded. "Right this way." She led Amani through the softly lit dining room, past bustling tables and intimate booths, until they reached a more secluded corner.

There, already seated, was Josh. He looked just as she remembered from the reunion—broad shoulders, the familiar tribal tattoos peeking from beneath his rolled-up sleeves, and that unmistakable, easy smile that still had the power to disarm her. He stood up as she approached, his gaze sweeping over her, a warmth blooming in his eyes.

"Mani," he murmured, his voice a low, familiar rumble. He leaned in for a hug, and Amani instinctively reciprocated, the fleeting contact a comfortable ghost from the past. His arms felt strong, a familiar anchor. When they pulled apart, he held her gaze for a beat longer than necessary before pulling out her chair.

"Thank you," Amani said, a soft blush creeping up her neck as she sat.

Josh settled back into his own seat, his eyes still on her. "You look good, ma." His compliment was genuine, and it sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

"You look good too," she managed, her voice a little breathy. He did, with his curly mullet perfectly styled and a crisp button-up shirt that highlighted his build.

Just then, their waitress arrived, a friendly woman with a notepad. "Good evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

They quickly ordered, Amani opting for wine, Josh a cocktail. The waitress left them, and a comfortable, yet charged, silence settled between them. The ambient restaurant noise seemed to fade into the background as their eyes met across the table. It was Josh who broke it, leaning forward slightly.

"So," he began, his voice softening, "how was your day, Mani?"

Amani quickly rattled off her day, detailing the stacks of potential hire paperwork, the delicate dance of employee performance reviews, and even the less-than-pleasant task of writing up a couple of disciplinary reports. She spoke with the practiced ease of someone who truly knew their domain, her professional competence shining through.

Josh chuckled, a low, easy sound. "Sounds like you're still bossing people around. Some things never change, huh? You always liked to keep me in line back in the day."

Amani laughed, a genuine, unforced sound that surprised even herself. "Somebody had to keep you in check. You were a menace."

His smile widened, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. "Man, a menace? Nah, you just thought you had me figured out. Truth is, you were the only one I ever let get close enough to even try to put me in check." He chuckled softly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Amani playfully rolled her eyes, but the smile remained firmly fixed on her lips, a blush dusting her cheeks. "Better watch yourself," she retorted, deflecting his charm with a lightness that felt surprisingly natural.

Their waitress returned with their drinks, momentarily breaking the flow. Once she departed, Josh leaned forward, his expression softening. "How life been treatin' you? What brought you back here?"

Amani took a slow sip of her wine, gathering her thoughts. This was the moment where casual conversation could veer into deeper territory. "Life's been good for the most part." She paused, choosing her words carefully, the thought of her divorce still a raw spot, even years later. "After... well, when my mother got sick," she said, a slight hesitation in her voice, "and then after I got divorced, I made the decision to come back home. Needed to be closer to family."

Josh's eyebrows scrunched a bit, a look of genuine surprise and concern replacing his earlier playful demeanor. "I'm sorry to hear that. How's she doin' now?"

Amani offered a small, grateful smile for his empathy. "She's doing much, better now. Fully recovered, thankfully."

Josh nodded silently, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he spoke again. "Said you got a divorce?"

"Yeah, uh, we were married for a little while, divorced a few years ago," Amani replied, shrugging her shoulders dismissively, as if the topic held little weight for her now. "It was bound to happen, we just wanted different things out of life" Saying that was an understatement. Amani recalling the countless of arguments they got in regarding building a family together.

Josh's expression softened further, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. "That's his loss, he fumbled somebody real," he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

Amani felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "I appreciate that," she said softly.

Just then, the waitress returned, temporarily interrupting them to take their food order. Once she had efficiently jotted everything down and departed, Amani took the opportunity to shift the focus.

"Enough about me," she said, leaning forward slightly. "How 'bout you? How did life turn out after college? Nobody snatched you up."

Josh leaned back, a smile playing on his lips. "Man, it was a wild ride for a bit. Moved back home for a while after college, actually. Ended up working with Jon and Joe at his sister's furniture business for a bit, just trying to figure things out." He chuckled. "Then one day, out of the blue, our Uncle Eki came and got me and Jon. Took us to Houston. That's where we really started training." His eyes lit up. "Eventually, we got signed to WWE. We travel a lot, but I love it, honestly. It's been a crazy ride, but it helps doing it with family. Never thought I'd be doing this, but here we are."

He paused, taking a sip of his drink. "And yeah, I was with someone for a minute." He offered a wry, dismissive smile. "We were married. But we're divorced now." He picked up his fork, twirling some pasta, his casual demeanor not catching the slight tension around the topic.

Just as Josh finished speaking, the aroma of rich tomato sauce and melting cheese filled the air as their food finally arrived. The waitress expertly placed their plates before them. Amani's stomach rumbled, a welcome distraction from the deepening personal turn of their conversation. They both picked up their forks, the initial silence punctuated by the gentle clink of silverware.

Josh took a bite of his pasta, his eyes meeting hers, "Did y'all have any kids?"

Amani's fork slightly paused halfway to her mouth. The question, delivered so casually, felt like a sudden, unexpected blow. Her heart constricted, and for a split second, the delicious aroma of the food faded, replaced by the sterile scent of a hospital room. She forced herself to breathe, to keep her expression neutral. Josh, engrossed in his own meal, didn't seem to notice her brief hesitation.

She cleared her throat, pushing away the phantom ache in her chest. "No," she said, her voice a little too quick, a little too even. "No, we didn't have any kids. Did you?"

Josh nodded slowly, taking another bite. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, then swallowed. "I got two boys." He offered a soft, proud smile. "Thirteen and seven. They wild as hell." He chuckled, a genuine warmth radiating from him as he spoke about them. "It's been crazy, seeing them grow up so fast."

Amani's breath hitched again, this time for a different reason. Kids. Two boys. A wave of complex emotions washed over her—a pang of wistfulness, a flicker of what-if, all quickly tamped down by the familiar, sharp grief. She managed a polite, tight smile. "Oh, that's great. I'm sure you've been a great dad."

He didn't seem to pick up on her internal turmoil, lost in his thoughts of fatherhood. "Yeah," he agreed, still smiling. "Being a dad's a whole different ballgame. Best thing ever." He then looked up, his pride evident in his beaming smile.

The conversation shifted easily then, flowing between bites of delicious Italian food. They fell into a comfortable rhythm, reminiscing about the past, a shared history that felt both distant and incredibly close. Amani found herself laughing more freely than she had in years, recounting Mrs. Davidson's math class, or the time Jon accidentally set off the fire alarm during a pep rally. Josh, in turn, shared stories of football practices, and even some of the wild antics he, Jimmy and Joe, got into. It was easy, effortless, a reminder of the undeniable chemistry they'd always shared. The years melted away with each shared memory, leaving only the warmth of nostalgia.

As the plates were cleared and the remnants of their shared tiramisu sat between them, Josh leaned back, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "You know what I just remembered?" he asked, his voice soft, almost a murmur. "That time we snuck out." His eyes met hers, a familiar twinkle dancing in their depths. "Drove all the way to the beach, remember that?"

Amani felt a familiar flush creep up her neck. Of course she remembered. It was a memory etched deep, vibrant and alive, even after two decades.

------------------------------------------------

November 2002 - Pensacola, FL

The soft glow of Amani's nightlight barely pierced the darkness of her bedroom. Destiny's Child's 'Dangerously In Love' played a low, soulful hum from her CD player, filling the quiet space as she lay on her stomach, absently flipping through a fashion magazine. Her mind drifted, half-listening to Beyoncé's soaring vocals.

Tap. Tap-tap. Tap.

She furrowed her brow, listening intently. It was a consistent, rhythmic sound, not quite loud enough to be an alarm, but persistent. Tap-tap-tap. It was coming from her window. Curiosity piqued, she pushed herself up, padding silently across the carpet and peeking through a gap in her curtains.

Standing in her yard, a shadowy figure silhouetted by the distant streetlamp, was Josh. He looked up, his face illuminated by the soft moonlight, that familiar, infectious grin spreading across his features.

Amani's eyes widened. She quickly unlatched the window, pushing it open just enough to lean out. "Josh, what are you doing here?" she whispered-yelled, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and genuine delight.

He chuckled, a low, charming sound that carried easily in the night air. "I wanted to come see you, baby." His words, so effortlessly affectionate, sent a thrill through her. She couldn't help but smile, a warmth blooming in her chest. Then he gestured with a tilt of his head. "C'mon, take a ride wit' me."

Amani's smile faltered slightly. "Josh, you know I can't. I can't leave past my curfew." Her parents were strict, and the consequences would be severe.

Josh wouldn't be deterred. He took a step closer, his eyes twinkling. "C'mon, I'll have you back before your parents even notice. Promise." His charm was a potent force, and Amani found herself wavering. She glanced back, over her shoulder, at her closed bedroom door, then back at Josh's hopeful face.

She sighed, a small sound of surrender, and nodded. "Okay," she whispered.

Amani moved quickly, pulling on a pair of sneakers she'd left by her bed. She opened the window wider, carefully hopping onto the narrow ledge. Josh was there instantly, extending his arms. She climbed down, her heart thumping with a mix of nerves and exhilaration, finally jumping down into his waiting embrace. He steadied her, his hands warm on her waist for a brief moment before he released her.

He led her over to his black 2000 Honda Accord, the sleek lines of the car barely visible in the dim light. As they settled into the worn seats, Josh glanced at her, a playful smirk on his face. "Look at'chu, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, sneaking out. Who knew you had it in you?"

Amani playfully shoved his arm. "Oh, shut up. Because if I get in trouble, I'm gonna be mad at you."

He scoffed, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. You know you can't be mad at me for long."

She rolled her eyes playfully, but a soft smile played on her lips. He was right, of course.

The drive was short, the wind whipping through the open windows as Josh navigated the familiar streets. Soon, the salty scent of the ocean filled the air, and the distant roar of waves grew louder. They pulled up to the beach, Josh parking the car facing the moonlit expanse of water. The darkness pressed in, broken only by the shimmering reflection of the moon on the waves.

Amani could feel a slight tension rolling off Josh. He was usually so carefree, so full of easy confidence. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, her playful mood shifting to concern.

Josh hesitated for a beat, his gaze fixed on the dark horizon. "It's just been... hard at home lately," he finally admitted, his voice low. "Especially with my pops being gone on the road for so long. Parents just constantly arguin'. And Mom... she's been puttin' a lot of pressure on me." He ran a hand through his hair, the usual lightheartedness gone from his face. "Just feels like a lot, y'know?"

Amani listened silently, her heart aching for him. She could see he needed to vent, to simply speak his truth without judgment. When he finally paused, a heavy silence hanging in the air, she reached over and gently squeezed his hand. "I hear you," she said, her voice soft but firm. "It's okay to feel that way. Just know that no matter what, I'm here to support you. Always."

He looked over at her, his eyes shining in the moonlight. A slow, boyish grin spread across his face, his dimple appearing. "You always know what to say," he murmured, his thumb stroking the back of her hand.

Amani leaned back in her seat, staring at him, a comfortable warmth settling between them despite the earlier tension. "Someone's got to keep your head on straight," she teased gently.

A charged silence fell, filled with unspoken emotions and the rhythmic crash of waves. Then, slowly, Josh leaned over. Amani met him halfway, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss that deepened with a familiar longing. The world outside the car faded, leaving only the warmth of their embrace, the taste of salt on his lips, and the intoxicating rush of young love. They kissed for a long moment, lost in the quiet intimacy of the night.

Josh finally pulled back, a breathless smile on his face. "C'mon," he whispered, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Let's go down to the water."

Amani's eyes lit up. "Bet I'll beat you there" she challenged, already fumbling with her seatbelt. She burst out of the car, sprinting towards the shimmering edge of the ocean. Josh was right behind her, his laughter echoing in the night. Just as her feet hit the cool, wet sand at the water's edge, he wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning her around once, twice, before they both stumbled into the shallow waves. They ran around, splashing each other, their laughter carried away by the wind.

Josh pulled Amani back to him, his hands still on her waist, and they stood there, chest to chest, staring into each other's eyes. The moon, a bright pearl in the dark sky, reflected in the deep pools of his gaze, pulling her in. Slowly, they both leaned in again, their lips meeting in a second, deeper kiss, wet with sea spray and charged with unspoken promises.

After a long moment, Amani reluctantly pulled away. "I should probably get back home," she whispered, the thought of her parents' wrath finally cutting through the hazy euphoria.

On the drive back, their hands were intertwined on the console, a silent, comforting connection. The air in the car was thick with a sweet melancholy, the echo of laughter and shared vulnerability. When they pulled up in front of her house, the familiar silhouette of her room on the second floor loomed.

They walked quietly back up to the spot beneath her window. Josh stood below, looking up at the ledge. "I'll see you in the morning," he said, his voice a low promise.

"Ok," Amani replied, her voice small.

He gave her one last, lingering kiss, a soft press of lips that lingered with the warmth of the night, before helping her jump up to grasp the window ledge. She pulled herself up with surprising ease, a rush of adrenaline aiding her. He watched until she was safely inside, giving him a quick, silent signal that she was good. Only then did he walk back to his car, starting the engine, and driving off into the quiet night, leaving Amani alone with the lingering scent of salt and Josh's presence.

------------------------------------------------

Amani's soft smile lingered, a ghost of the memory playing on her lips. "I remember," she murmured, her voice laced with fondness. She took a slow sip of her wine, the coolness a stark contrast to the warmth the flashback had evoked. "I also remember almost getting in trouble that night."

Josh threw his head back and laughed, a rich, booming sound that filled their secluded corner of the restaurant. "Yeah your parents were strict as hell. Yo' dad scared the hell out of me when I first met him."

She laughed lowly, agreeing with him. "Strict is putting it nicely, never thought I would get off punishment for that."

Just then, their waiter approached, gracefully placing the bill in the center of their table. Both Amani and Josh reached for it at the same time, their fingers brushing.

"Nah, I got it," Josh said immediately, his hand covering hers firmly but gently on the check.

Amani started to protest. "Josh, no, I can pay for half—"

He cut her off with a dismissive wave and that easy, confident smile. "When you wit' me, you ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout." His gaze held hers, a clear message in his eyes that this was non-negotiable.

Josh paid for the meal, and they walked out of the restaurant together, the cool Florida night air a refreshing change from the warmth inside. He walked her over to her car, leaning casually against the driver's side door.

"I had a really great time tonight," Amani said, looking up at him. The evening had flown by, a whirlwind of laughter and unexpected familiarity.

His smile was genuine, warm. "Me too. It was good catching up." He paused, his eyes searching hers in the dim light. "I'd really love to see more of you, whenever I'm not on the road."

Amani hesitated for a quick moment, the phantom weight of her secret pressing down on her. The warmth of their shared past, the easy laughter, the undeniable pull she felt towards him—all warred with the heavy burden she carried. Her internal struggle was fierce, but ultimately, the desire to reconnect, to explore this unexpected rekindling, won out. She gave a small nod. "I'd like that too."

A wide grin spread across his face, lighting up his features. He leaned in, wrapping her in a warm, solid hug. Amani melted into the embrace, taking a deep breath and inhaling his familiar scent—a mix of subtle cologne, and something uniquely him. It felt comfortable, like coming home. After a moment, he pulled back slightly, then opened her car door.

"Get home safe, ma," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'll hit'chu up later."

Amani nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she slipped into her car. The engine hummed to life, a familiar sound that brought her back to the present. She backed out of the parking space, giving Josh a final wave before pulling out of the lot. The drive home was a blur, her mind replaying snippets of the evening – Josh's laugh, the way he'd looked at her, the startling ease of their conversation.

It wasn't long before she was back in her quiet house. The energy of the date slowly faded, replaced by a comfortable weariness. She went through her nightly routine on autopilot, eager to just wind down and process everything. Finally, she slid into bed, the soft sheets a welcome embrace.

She unlocked her phone, her thumb automatically navigating to the group chat with Tameka and Shawna.

Mani❤️: Made it home

Almost instantly, messages flooded in.

Tammy💖: AND???? WHAT HAPPENED?!  

Shay🤞🏾: DETAILS. NOW. WE NEED EVERYTHING!  

Amani chuckled softly, picturing her friends' impatient faces. The thought of recounting the entire evening, the laughs, the surprising revelations, and the deeply buried fears, felt like too much for right now. She needed time to sort through it all herself.

Mani❤️: Lol relax y'all. I'll tell you everything in the morning.

She locked her phone, setting it on her nightstand. She could practically feel their collective groans through the screen as more messages started to buzz through, expressing their displeasure at having to wait. But Amani just pulled the covers higher, a sense of quiet contentment settling over her. Tonight had been... more than she expected. And for now, that was enough.

Ch.4 (coming soon...)

Leave your thoughts below. Any likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated. ♡ - Trips

-If you would like to be added to the tag list please comment on this linked post-

📓 Taglist: @dollface110-blog , @therealh18 , @skyesthebomb , @moxley99 , @fafomama , @queeny23 , @duhitzkay380 , @xbriexx , @mindairy , @tribalchief2112 , @theusotwinzcom , @yana3sworld , @baybehkay , @jazzyboo123-blog1 , @uceyliyahh , @transparentphantomface , @bossbitch-25 , @sheaabuttaababyy , @emotionalhottiee , @jeyusosqueen , @pinkwithhearts , @purplementalitybluebird , @moxley99 , @reginawhorge01 , @wrestlingprincess80 , @raya-hunter01 , @justazzi , @mamis-girly , @shanthefemalerapper , @mzv11 , @princess-saki1 , @christinabae , @blveeeeeee , @charmed-dreamssss , @m00nlitnight , @kyuujaem , @luuvprincess , @astrogirlwrld , @mackfinstathrowitback

[xxmcr05xx]

Glory Box | Albert Wesker & William Birkin x f!Reader

Summary: Albert gets very jealous seeing F/N get all close with his unit, so fucks her in his office - also, William Birkin is there.

Warnings/Contains: Smut, jealous sex (initially), exhibitionism, voyeuristic William Birkin, office sex, nipple sucking, fingering (f!receiving), hickeys, squirting, praise kink, masturbation, oral sex (f!receiving), lowkey bisexual William, unprotected sex.

WC: 2,508

Posted On: 20/06/25, also on AO3!

Title Song: Glory Box - Portishead

Author's Note: I finally figured out how to use gradient texts omg life changer. Also finally got to upload; I've had no wi-fi for the past week, it's been horrendous. Also I have 2 exams that I haven't revised for so yay.

18+ MDNI!!!

Divider by @kodaswrld

Albert knew that this was a bad idea.

He gave into the pressure of his team's begging and nagging to meet his wife that they didn't think exist. Now, Albert, with a frown on his face, was holding his dear wife's hand to the S.T.A.R.S's headquarters.

"This is going to be a really bad idea, F/N," Albert grumbled, using his keycard to swiftly make his way to their breakroom.

F/N let out a small laugh and looked up at Albert with sympathy. "It's gonna be okay, Albert. I'm sure they're nice kids," she suggested with an empathetic tone.

Albert sighed, shaking his head, "They're a pain in the ass."

Holding his grip a bit tighter on her now, Albert opened the door to the break room, revealing the members of his Alpha team.

The first to notice was Jill, who gasped and waved excitedly. The others followed soon after, swarming around the couple.

Albert noticed that Chris had his hand out to shake for F/N, the woman smiled and shook his hand, "You must be Chris Redfield, right?" F/N asked.

Chris nodded, "Does our captain here talk about us?"

"Oh, yes he does, very much," F/N replied with a smirk, looking over at Albert, "he really likes you guys."

Albert frowned at her comment and crossed his arms, "You get five more minutes to talk to her, then we're out of here." The blond felt anxious as his team swarmed her with questions, he didn't like it - he even caught himself anxiously playing with his wedding band.

He noticed that Chris and Joseph kept whispering to each other, he could hear them.

'She's too hot for him.'

'Man, I would not be showing her off to anyone if I was him.'

He wanted to leave now.

Albert looked over at the pair and glared at them hard, giving them a 'I know what you're talking about' look. This instantly shut the two up as they stopped whispering to each other.

His teeth were grinding together; he could practically see them ogle her.

"So, F/N, what do you even like about our captain anyway?" Jill asked with a small smile. The question snapped Albert out of his glare, now looking down at F/N.

F/N thought for a moment before answering, "Well, he's gentle, he loves cooking with me...." F/N looked over at Albert and smiled, "he's real lovey-dovey-"

"Alright, that's enough," Albert cut her off, he held her hand again and turned around, "Five-minutes is up, we've got-to-go."

The small arrangement of members sighed.

"C'mon," Albert told F/N in a hushed tone, F/N pouted but nodded anyway, she waved goodbye to the rest of the Alpha team and followed Albert out.

The blond man groaned and ran a hand through his hair once he left the breakroom, "What a group of rascals..." Albert sighed and looked down, "I told you, they're all annoyances."

"Don't be so harsh on them, Albert, they look up to you."

He simply shook his head and started walking again, "C'mon, let's get going to my office." F/N nodded and rubbed Albert's hand, holding it in hers as they made their way to his office.

"Y'know, F/N," Albert started quietly, "I really disliked how some of my men were looking at you. Like you were some kind of cake on display."

F/N raised her eyebrows but grinned mischievously, "You were jealous, weren't you?" she asked, her grip tightening on him.

Albert rolled his eyes, opening his office with his keycard, "Why do you say so, dear?" Albert asked. He quickly locked the door behind them and sat at his desk, F/N followed as she sat on one of the seats in front of his desk.

"Well, you were glaring at Chris and, I think his name is Joseph. I swear you were shooting lasers at them."

He wish he could have.

"Hmm, maybe you're correct, but I cannot help it; you are a very gorgeous looking woman."

F/N smiled at Albert's compliment, placing her left-hand over his right, "I was very right in marrying you, Albert; I only want you in my life."

Albert pursed his lips, he looked over at the windows of his office before looking back at F/N. "You know, dear, no one comes through this part of the building too much..." Albert muttered.

F/N raised an eyebrow as Albert gave her a small smirk, "Are you suggesting we fuck in your office?"

He nodded.

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed, darling."

F/N's widened a little before she smirked, "You are such a pervert."

Albert got up from his seat and stood behind F/N, "Just be warned, darling, I'm still gonna fuck you even if anyone comes in," he whispered. He grabbed F/N's arm softly, guiding her to sit on his desk, then kissing her.

The couple closed their eyes at the touch, Albert's hand moved to softly cup her face. He moved away from the kiss a minute later and stared down at her with lustful eyes, "Baby, I'm gonna ruin you here."

Albert smashed back down onto F/N's lips, F/N moaned at the sudden contact, her hands sliding down to his waist. The blond man started to unbutton F/N's blouse.

"Mm... God, FN...." Albert huffed out in-between kisses, "you... you look so... hot." His tongue prodded F/N's lips softly, indicating that he wanted to feel her mouth.

F/N did as he asked and opened her mouth slightly, Albert's tongue slithered its way inside. He moaned at the sweet taste; he could taste the strawberry latte that she had just an hour ago.

His hands trailed away from the middle of her blouse, then pulling it down and onto the floor.

Albert finally moved away from the kiss, a small trail of saliva connecting their mouths.

"Dear, you are absolutely ravishing," Albert growled out, F/N laughed a little, kissing his cheek softly.

He then pushed F/N into the middle of the desk; he noticed that she was wearing the lacey blue bra that he loved a lot. "You're gonna kill me..." Albert huffed out.

F/N let out a soft whimper as Albert pulled the cups up and over her chest, revealing her tits to him.

No matter how many times they have sex, Albert will never get enough of her.

"You liking the view?" F/N asked, running her hand through his hair softly.

Albert kept his eyes glued to her chest basically, but still gave her a small nod. His mouth latched almost instantly a second later onto one of her nipples.

F/N let out a small moan instantaneously.

Albert's eyes closed softly; he wanted more of her, so he moved a hand down, expertly unbuttoning her jeans button and unzipping them.

The woman helped him out by shimmying them down. Albert hummed a small thank you, hand now trailing down from her bellybutton to the side of her panties.

His finger dipper underneath, feeling the wetness of her cunt.

"Hhuhgh.. oh God, Albert..." F/N moaned out, "you feel so so good." F/N rubbed the back of his head as a reward - Albert basically purred.

The blond's fingers rubbed her clit at a slow pace, F/N's grip got a bit tighter now, her hands gripping the roots of his head.

He could sense that she was getting overwhelmed but he loved it.

His fingers now dipped lower, middle and ring finger slipping in her cunt with ease. "Oh FUCK!" F/N moaned out, her body tensed up at the pleasure.

"You like that, don't you, dear?" Albert panted out, deciding to move away from her chest which was practically glowing and slobbered.

F/N let out a quite loud moan.

Albert felt so turned on by her. His mouth latched on F/N's neck almost instantly, leaving heavy trails of his love-bites across it.

When Albert moved away he heard the door open, the fingers that were inside of F/N tensed up, but relaxed once he heard William Birkin's voice.

"You were answering your pager so I-" William, who was initially looking down at some papers, paused as he looked up, his face warmed up.

Albert was still fingering F/N quite slowly, turned around and now facing William. The woman gasped and covered her mouth, letting out a muffled moan as Albert's thumb started to rub her clit softly.

"Sorry about that, William, as you see, I am a bit busy at the moment."

William gulped hard, he looked away from the scene in front of him as the door closed behind him. "I- I can leave-" William was interrupted when he saw Albert shaking his head.

"You can stay and tell me what I have to know," Albert cut-in, he gestured to the chair that was off to the side of the desk.

William fidgeted with the paper, looking over at F/N, but she was too indulged in the pleasure to give him an answer.

"Oh, okay," William sat by on the seat, keeping his eyes glued to the paper, "ba- basically, we have a new assignment given to us..." he trailed off once he heard F/N's moans growing louder.

Her hand was gripping the table harshly as Albert's fingers fastened their pace.

"... and um..." William felt uncomfortable, feeling his erection growing.

"C'mon, William, don't let me be a distraction," Albert encouraged, he gave the flustered man a small smirk before looking back at F/N.

F/N gave Albert a desperate look, legs shaking, "I- I'm gonna cu- cum," F/N stuttered.

Albert huffed, but continued at the same pace anyway, "What do you think, William, does F/N deserve to cum?"

William's head shot up when he heard his name.

"Me?"

"Yes you, William."

The man gulped and shrugged, "I- I guess she can..."

Albert smirked, his thumb applied more pressure on her clit, "Hear that, dear? William here said that you could cum, what do we say?"

F/N let out a high-pitched moan and looked down at William, "Th- Thank you!" she moaned out.

Not even a moment later, she felt herself cum.

She squirted all over his fingers.

F/N sobbed out a choked moan, her head leaning back.

"Good girl..." Albert praised, he kissed her cheek softly before pulling her down to her knees, "I think you deserve to suck my cock after that."

F/N nodded mindlessly, she wasn't fully recovered from her orgasm before unbuckling Albert's pants and pulling them down.

The other man's eyes widened again, he should feel uncomfortable, but everything just felt so right.

All three of them noticed Albert's bulging erection, but it was just too good to look away from.

"Fuck..." Albert huffed out as F/N gripped his cock softly, indulging in the taste of the pre-cum that was leaking from his tip, "what- what else did they say?" Albert asked William.

The man gulped, re-reading the sheets of paper, "we have a meeting on Tuesday, 8:30 am..." William muttered, Albert nodded, he let out a small hiss as F/N started to take the full length of his cock in her mouth.

Her eyes were closed and her hands were holding onto his waist.

"Pretty girl..." Albert whispered.

F/N bobbed faster from his praise, basically choking on his cock.

But as soon as Albert felt like he was going to cum, he pulled F/N away from him. "I can't yet, dear, I want to cum in you," He explained to a disappointed F/N.

Albert looked over at William, "If you want to masturbate here William, neither of us will care."

William sat in the chair, nodding, he felt flushed at Albert's forwardness, but supposed it wasn't all that bad. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out.

His hands gripped the base cock and slowly pumped it as he stared at the couple in front of him.

F/N got up on her feet, being helped by Albert to bend over the desk. The blond man let out quiet, shaky moan at the sight of her dripping cunt, he pulled her panties down to her ankles and spread her asscheeks.

"You ready, dear?" Albert asked.

The woman let out desperate nods, whining out and wriggling her ass softly - she wanted to be fucked so desperately.

Albert granted her wish, he held his cock, jerking it a couple of times before slowly penetrating her cunt.

The couple let out a moan in unison while William whimpered.

"Feels good, doesn't it, love?" Albert whispered in F/N's ear, she nodded slowly and leaned her head on the desk, huffing out small moans.

After a minute to adjust, Albert began to fuck into her slowly. William eyed them from a distance, making sure that his pace and strength matched theirs.

Albert's hands gripped each side of her hips, admiring her ass rippling as he fucked into her.

"So good for me, aren't you?" Albert asked, F/N nodded, her eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, letting out moans that matched the strikes his cock gave.

William bit his lip, letting out a muffled whimper, feeling so turned on from the scene in front of him.

Albert groaned out, he squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure - he could feel F/N's walls squeezing against him, he was overwhelmed but he didn't stop.

"A-Aahh... Albert!" F/N moaned out, she peered over her shoulder to look at Albert, occasionally looking at William, "I need to cum so bad... please!"

He kissed down her back slowly before looking back at her, "You cum when I cum, 'kay?" Albert suggested, F/N nodded desperately, sweat dripping down her cheek.

William let out a strangled moan, the sound of F/N's moans were overwhelming for him.

Before he could even blink, William came, white ropes of cum shot into his hand - he felt slightly embarrassed. Albert looked over at William's hand, chuckling a little.

"Look at that, seems like William here came first," Albert informed.

F/N whined out shaking her head, "Don't- don't fucking care, just let me cum!"

Albert frowned at her words, but he was a caring husband so he practically slammed himself inside her.

That rough pace was all it took.

F/N felt herself tingle, she let out a few short bursts of moans before cumming all over Albert's cock. Albert, overwhelmed as well, followed soon after and came inside of her.

"F-Fuck! You're so good F/N, holy fuck- your cunt is so tight against me."

He could feel his warm cum cover her walls.

A moment later, Albert pulled out and huffed, breathing heavily as he started to dress himself and F/N.

"That is all, William, you are excused."

William nodded, he panted softly and wiped his hands with tissues that were placed in a box on the table.

The scientist waved and softly said his goodbyes before walking out of the office.

F/N was too fucked-out to even notice that William left.

Albert kissed her forehead and helped her change again, "You did good, dear, I'll get some of that nice Chinese food you like, 'kay?"

F/N hummed a yes, her mind fuzzy.

"Good girl."

[canirove]

Lamine Yamal Imagine

Author’s note: Another Wattpad request. They wanted something where either the reader meets his parents for the first time, his family really like her, or his brother gets attached to her, so I've done I mix of the three things. Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! ����

Masterlist

"I think they don't like me."

"Uh?"

"Your parents, Lamine. They don't like me."

"Of course they do!" he says.

"They don't. Didn't you notice how... stiff they were while you introduced us?"

"That probably is because you are the first girl I'm introducing them to and they don't know what to do."

"It's because they don't like me."

"They..."

"Lamine, can you please come to the kitchen and help me with the food?" his mother says, interrupting us.

"Yes, of course" he smiles. "I'll be back very soon, ok?"

"Ok" I nod.

"And you shouldn't worry about my parents. He" he says, pointing at his little brother. "Is the one you need to charm."

"What?"

"He has like a sixth sense when it comes to people. If he likes you that means you are a good person."

"But Lamine, I don't know my way around kids. What if I say something to him and he starts crying?"

"He won't. He is going to love you as much as I do" he says, kissing my cheek. "Now I better go before my mum starts yelling at me."

"But..."

"See you in a bit" he smiles, leaving me alone in the living room with his brother.

He is playing with some toys, completely ignoring me. Should I say something to him? Ask him if I can play with him? Will he understand what I tell him? He still is too little and...

"Oh. Hi" I say when he looks my way and smiles at me. "Wait, what are you doing? Do you need help?" I say he struggles to stand up. "No, you don't" I say when he finally manages to stand up, his legs shaking a bit.

"You."

"Me?" I say with a confused look.

"You" he says again, walking towards the sofa where I am sitting and leaving a little toy on my lap.

"Is this for me?" I ask him.

"You" he smiles.

"Thank you" I smile back. "This is Chase, isn't it? From Paw Patrol."

"Powpowpow!" he says, hitting the sofa with his hands.

"I guess that means Paw Patrol" I chuckle. "Do you like Chase?" I ask him, showing him the toy.

"Mimin."

"Lamine likes Chase?" Mimin is the way he calls his brother. Lamine doesn't like it, but I personally find it very cute.

"Mimin!" he says again with a little giggle.

"What about you? Which one do you like?"

"You" he replies, taking my hand.

"Do you want me to go with you? Ok" I say, following him to the mat where he was playing, his toys scattered everywhere.

"Oh, I know that one too" I say as he gives me another toy. "This is Marshall. Is he your favourite one? He is" I chuckle when he starts giggling and clapping his hands, something Lamine very proudly told me he had taught him.

"You" he says, picking another toy.

"That's Skye. Am I Skye?"

"You" he smiles, giving me the little toy.

"So you are Marshall, I'm Skye... and Lamine is Chase?" I ask him, his reply being once again a giggle and some clapping. "Then if I'm Skye... I must fly!" I say, playing with the toy as if it was flying, his giggles filling the room. "Oh, Marshall, I'm stuck!" I say, making a funny voice and hiding the toy between some teddies. "Please help me!"

"I think Marshall is going to need Chase's help" a deep voice says behind me.

"Shit!" I jump, making Lamine's brother laugh.

"Sorry for scaring you" he chuckles. "But does Marshall need my help?" Lamine says, back to using the deep voice.

"What is that?" I laugh.

"Uh?"

"That voice."

"That's Chase's voice."

"What?" I laugh again.

"He likes it" he she's, nodding towards his little brother, who is focused on getting the Skye toy from where I had left it. "Don't you?"

"It doesn't suit him."

"And the one you made for Skye suits her?" he says with a teasing smile.

"Yeah" I shrug.

"You!" his brother says, giving me back the Skye toy.

"Thank you, Marshall" I smile, Lamine laughing next to me since I've used my funny voice. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not, I swear."

"You... are!" I say, hitting him with a teddy and only managing to make him laugh louder, his brother joining him and clapping his hands.

"Marshall, don't laugh and help Chase! Look at what Skye is doing to him!" Lamine says to his little brother, who just looks first at him and then at me before going back to focusing on his toys.

"Looks like Marshall doesn't care about Chase" I say with a teasing smile. "He probably thinks Skye is right and that she should hit him... again."

"Ouch!" he complains. "But if we are in the mood for fighting..."

"Lamine!" I laugh when he wraps his arms around my waist and throws me on the mat with him.

"You started this" he says as he starts tickling me.

"Marshall, help!" I say, using my Skye voice.

"What... hey!" he says when his brother jumps on his back, his Marshall toy in one hand while he just giggles. "You help her but not me?"

"Mimin!"

"Yes, Mimin needs your help, not this" Lamine says as he helps him sit on his back, holding him with one arm to make sure he doesn't fall.

"Looks like he likes me better."

"How not to" he smiles.

"What are you doing?" Lamine's mum says when she walks back in the living room.

"Marshall is helping save Skye from Chase's tickling. But I think Marshall thinks Chase is a horse or something."

"What?" she says with a confused look.

"Nothing" Lamine chuckles, sitting up while putting his brother down, something he doesn't seem to like too much since he starts pouting.

"Hey, it's ok" I say to him. "You saved Skye!" I say with the funny voice, making him smile again and... "Oh" I say when he walks towards me and hugs me.

"Looks like he likes you" Lamine's mum says.

"Don't we all?" he says.

"We do" she replies. And when I look at her, she is smiling, that stiffness from earlier gone. She looks so... relaxed. "Anyway, lunch is ready, so time to wash your hands, little man."

"No!" Lamine's brother says, hugging me tighter.

"Mimin and I also have to wash our hands, but you go first with mummy, ok?"

"Go, little man. Chase will protect Skye, don't worry" Lamine says, his mum finally managing to take his brother away. "He seriously likes you" he chuckles. "And did you hear what my mum said? We all like you."

"She did say that, didn't she? It wasn't just me imagining it all."

"Nope" he smiles. "So, should we go wash our hands and go eat, my lady?" he says, standing up and offering me his hand. "You are going to love my mum's pasta, you'll see."

"Let's go... Mimin" I say with a teasing smile as I take his hand.

"Not you too" he groans.

"But it is cute! Like you."

"Umm... no."

"It is. And I know deep down you like it."

"Yes. But very deeeeeep down" he says, making me laugh.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"I'll send you the pasta recipe later today. Maybe when this little monkey is in bed" Lamine's mum says, struggling to hold his brother in her arms.

"Kai!" he says.

"Kai? What does that mean?"

"Oh... I think I know. Wait here" Lamine says before leaving me alone with his family.

Turns out that he had been right and his parents had been a bit stiff around me because they didn't know how to behave around me. But thanks to his little brother wanting to eat next to me and basically being glued to me during the whole lunch, things were a lot more relaxed, all of us quickly finding ourselves chatting about everything and anything, his mum and I bonding through our love for food and cooking.

"Were you asking for this?" Lamine says when he joins us again.

"Kai!" his brother says with a big smile.

"He wanted a toy?" his mum says with a confused look.

"He wanted that toy. Skye."

"Oh... Kai... Skye..." she chuckles.

"You."

"Is this for me?" I say as he gives me the little toy.

"You" he smiles.

"I can't take it, it's yours."

"Maybe this is his way of saying he wants to see you again" Lamine says. "You have to pay him another visit and give him the toy back."

"Oh you little cheeky thing" I say, tickling him and making him laugh. "Will that be ok with you?" I ask his mum.

"We would love to have you back" she smiles.

"Thank you" I smile back. "Then see you soon, Marshall" I say, using my Skye voice.

"Now that is a good fake voice for a toy, not like the one Lamine uses" his dad says.

"Hey!" he protests.

"Just stating facts, son" he shrugs.

"Whatever" he replies, rolling his eyes. "Ready?" he asks me.

"Ready. Thank you for having me."

"Thank you for coming" his mum says.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"See how they all were going to love you?" Lamine says once we've left his house.

"Yeah" I smile. "Thank you."

"What for?" he says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Just... thank you. Mimin" I say with a teasing smile.

"Dear God" he replies, rolling his eyes. "Though you know what? If that's how things are going to be from now on... I think I'm only going to talk to you as if I was Chase" he says with that fake voice, the rest of our walk being more teasing each other and laughing together.

[goldencuffs]

HI EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im sorry for disappearing. i kind of mentioned it but ive been working 85 hour weeks over the last few months bc i took on another job to help my friend out but now i FINALLY have my weekends back and i PROMISE i am finishing up the last chapter of your need grows teeth and it'll be up as soon as possible!!!!!!

i know people have been leaving me wonderful messages and asks reaching out and im sorry i havent replied to them all but im very grateful and appreciate yall care about me so much and i will get back to you i swear!!!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

anywy tldr: im back im writing i love you all enjoy a kiss from me MWAH 😚💋🥹❤️