#as soon as i saw the title i started playing dancing on my own because i knew

[satoruvt]

when we collided in the morning

pairing → yoon jeonghan x reader

word count → 678

genre → hmm fluff i think, slice of life, uh. Howl’s Moving Castle au ↳ tags: UMM HOWL JEONGHAN, this is literally just like my own personal epilogue to hmc except its jeonghan and you Are In Love, tender words, early morning cuddles, unfathomable fondness, mentions of other members, rainy days!!, a couple kisses

song inspo → the flower garden by joe hisaishi but the title comes from red line by 5sos <3

warnings → mentions of The War, but that’s it

a/n → can i be honest i saw howls in theaters the other night and its going to be my personality for the next couple days so i figured i should try to get the most out of it aka I Miss Jeonghan And He Is Howl Pendragon And I Don’t Know How To Deal With It. enjoy

It’s a rainy day in the Waste today.

It isn’t usually. Usually it’s bitter cold and wind, or somehow unbearably hot during the summers. You don’t mind, though – you seem to have gotten used to it all. The rain hits the window and you watch as the drops race down until you can’t see them anymore, falling towards an imaginary finish line. The castle rumbles on, and through the fog you can make out the vague silhouettes of hills and scarce trees.

The bedroom door opens behind you. “Hi,” you say without looking, already knowing who’s there. The door shuts again, and it’s followed by footsteps, until you feel the soft thump of something connecting with the bed.

Jeonghan warms the sheets the second he’s in them, and you sigh when you feel his fingers tangle with yours. Sparks of magic prickle your skin, a teaspoon of all the stardust inside of him. “Hi,” he finally responds, voice gentle.

He was gone most of the night. He doesn’t leave as often anymore, nor for as long – not since the war. But sorcery duties still call, and you know he’ll always come back.

You take a break from the rain, turning around and laying down again so you’re facing Jeonghan. His hair has started to get long again, bangs barely in his eyes. He lets out a deep breath when you run your free hand through it, pushing it away from his face.

“Do you want a bath?” You murmur, quiet in the early morning. “I can ask Seungcheol to heat up some water.”

Jeonghan shakes his head. “No,” he says. “Later. Just want to lay here with you.”

You remember the first day you met him, the weeks after filled with awkward professionalism because you didn’t know each other. You remember finally getting closer and practically begging him to tell you what he was feeling, pleading with him to let you into his mind. Into his heart.

(You remember the flower garden, during the war, and the way he held your hand then. The fields felt like thousands of beautiful violins playing their favorite song, all in harmony. Jeonghan felt like the composer, leading you over tiny streams and different colors, a practiced dance that neither of you knew. He was gentle, and kind, and so beautiful. You think it might have been then.)

Your hand falls from his hair to his chest, feeling for the rhythmic thump thump thump. It is strong and warm, never faltering. How wonderful that you ended up here with him, like this. The castle creaks with a particularly janky movement, the rain taps against the window. “Okay,” you say, pulling Jeonghan closer. He follows easily, face buried in the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around him. “Won’t be for very long, though. They’ll be hungry soon.”

You seem to jinx yourself, because soon enough you hear Seungkwan and Chan’s padded footsteps as they wander downstairs, waking up and starting the day. Jeonghan groans and you giggle. “They can wait an extra five minutes,” he says into your skin. “I need my time with you.”

With a smile you know he can feel, you press a kiss to the top of his head. Yes, you think, five minutes is okay. The world is still asleep, the rain is still falling. Jeonghan is still warm and you are still in love with him, and five minutes is not nearly enough for you to cherish it all, but it’s a start.

After an unknown amount of time, you feel the castle stop moving. Seungcheol must have found a good place to rest for a while. The pitter pat of the rain stopped some time ago, and rays of sun light up sections of your shared bedroom. They catch on Jeonghan as he sleeps, lighting up a feather hidden in the collar of his shirt.

You pluck it tenderly from its place, setting it on the nightstand carefully. The sun is up now, and you have much to do for your family.

[xximpressions]

Falling For Fairytales (3)

Anthony Bridgerton x black!Reader

Series Summary: Taking a slight twist on your classic Cinderella story, you are the daughter of a Marquis who died when you were 18. Several years later, you are told by your stepmother that you must marry this season, or she will engage you to her elderly Uncle. Having no money of your own, you realize you are going to have to strategize if you are going to avoid such a fate. So it's a good thing you run into a Viscount who sees marriage as a battlefield.

Chapter Summary: You attend your first ball

Word Count: 1,203

A/N: Hi people! Any feedback is welcomed! I hope you enjoy :)

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You spent hours discussing and refining strategies.

By the time dinner was announced, you realized you and Lady Danbury were more like-minded than you initially thought when it came to scheming, but that just made you even more grateful to have her as an ally.

With there still being a few weeks before the official start of the season, you spent your time relearning the dances and etiquette of a proper, young lady. This was something you decided was necessary given you had spent the last seven years out of the country. Knowing there was little room for error in the coming months, you felt you should do everything you could to increase your chances of having a successful season. Soon, your skills returned to you as if they had never left.

When the time came to attend your first ball, you were more than prepared for everything that would come with it. And because you helped Lady Danbury plan her infamous first ball of the season, you knew every aspect of the grand party that was to be had. You both agreed that knowledge was power, so having an idea of what was to happen gave you an advantage over the other debutantes.

Having the support of your Aunt helped to strengthen that advantage. Taking you to the modiste after seeing the limited amount of clothing you had been allowed to bring, she ordered you an entirely new, enviable wardrobe that fit you perfectly. When she continued her generosity and gifted you a set of family jewels, you were officially ready to be reintroduced to society.

As you walked into your first ball, you realized the reintroductions would be necessary. No one seemed to remember who you were, but they apparently all knew about you.

Overhearing two conversing Mamas, you learned that the gossip column belonging to a Lady Whistledown had announced your return to England just this morning. Emphasizing the fact that you were the daughter of a Marquis, the author spoke favorably about you and welcomed you back to the ton in their column.

“Hopefully, that will work in my favor”

You thought as you took a sip from your flute of sparkling wine.

Stood next to the refreshments table in your beautiful ball gown, you raised the glass back up to your lips as you took in the sights around you. You could see many affluent members of society mingling with one another as music played in the background. Seeing many fake smiles, you felt a pang of amusement hit you as you wondered why people with so much power voluntarily withstood people they do not like for the sake of propriety. Slightly shaking your head to yourself, you thought,

“That could never be me.”

You were brought out of your musings when you heard a familiar voice to the side of you ask,

“Are you looking for someone?”

Turning, you were surprised to see you were being addressed by the person you remembered as Anthony Bridgerton.

Up until your father died, you spent countless afternoons at the Bridgerton House. One of your best playmates had been the eldest daughter of the household, Daphne Bridgerton, so you were over there a lot. The last time you saw any of them was when you were fifteen and your father was getting remarried. They all came to the wedding, but after your stepmother officially received her title, she slowly cut off any and all contact you had with them. Soon, ten years passed without a word.

But even a decade of time could not make you forget what Anthony looked like. 

You were only speechless for a moment before you found your words.

“No, my Lord. I was merely taking in the sea of faces.”

You said with a kind smile. 

You saw his eyes narrow at the sound of your voice before he found himself asking,

“My apologies, but have we met before?”

That is when you remembered your earlier reflection that no one seemed to remember you. And it would seem that included the brother of your former best friend. You could understand why he did not recognize you. You were merely his younger sister’s playmate the last time you saw each other. He had already inherited the title of Viscount when you first met Daphne. As such, he was always busy whenever you came over. You truly had only ever seen him in passing. But a glance was enough to make your young heart flutter.

So it should have come as no surprise that his intense gaze now made your heart pound furiously in your chest.

Trying to keep your composure, you went to answer his question when you saw Lady Danbury approaching from behind him.

“Come child, the Queen is about to make an announcement.”

Giving an apologetic smile and a quick curtsey, you walked past Anthony to make your way over to your Aunt. 

Because your back was to him, you did not see it, but Lady Danbury later told you that his eyes never left your figure as he stared after you inquisitively.

You reached her just as horns sounded to get everyone’s attention and the Queen stood to address the crowd.

Once it was completely silent, she began to speak.

“In a room full of flowers, your Queen seeks out a gem. That is why it is my pleasure to announce to you this evening, the season’s Diamond.”

She gave a dramatic pause and you could see the anticipation building in the room. You took your eyes off the Queen to discreetly look around at all the wishful Mamas clutching at their daughters in the hopes that it will be their child that wins this honor. You began to wonder who it would be when you heard something you did not expect.

You heard your name.

Loud and clear.

You heard your name!

You heard it as the Queen made her announcement with pride to the entire ton and gracefully gestured towards you for them all to see. 

Shock hit you so hard you could only turn to Lady Danbury with an astonished look and a wide smile on your face. She wore a secretive smirk as she applauded with the rest of the crowd.

With all eyes on you, you were elegantly escorted to stand in front of the Queen. You dropped into a respectful curtsey with your head bowed before you felt the Queen lift your head with her forefinger underneath your chin as you once more rose to your full height.

Seeing the most eligible bachelors beginning to line up behind you, the Queen picked out the most affluent one before addressing him in front of you.

“Viscount Bridgerton.”

The shock of being named Diamond of the Season did not compare to learning that Anthony was currently standing behind your back.

Turning to look at him, you heard the Queen continue.

“Have you met my latest gem?”

As you met his eyes, you could see him looking at you with a spot of familiarity twinkling in his eyes. 

And you had one thought in your head within that moment as you realized with a thrill one simple thing,

“He remembers me.”

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[peonyblossom]

drunk prompts 9 for syd and ethan

Title: Taken Care Of Book: Open Heart (takes place during Book 2) Pairing(s): Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine) Other Characters: Elijah Greene, Jackie Varma Words: 1,436 Category: Fluff Rating: Teen+ AO3 link here Summary: When Ethan finds Sydney completely wasted at Donahue's, Ethan takes him home and takes care of him. A/N: Thanks for the request anon! A/N 2/EDIT: for @choicesjuly2023challenge and @moodmusicmonday "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" by Whitney Houston (how did I forget to submit my own fic to the event that I am hosting???)

Having been one of the first people in his group to arrive at the bar, it was no surprise that Sydney was currently the drunkest, especially because, let’s be honest, his tolerance was not nearly as high as some of his friends, namely Jackie. And Bryce. And Aurora. 

“Sydney! What song should I play next?” Elijah shouted from where he sat next to the jukebox. Most everyone else was on the dance floor and Sydney was the closest to the jukebox. 

“Hmm, how about… something 80s! Something we can dance to!” Not that Sydney really needed good dancing music when he was this drunk.

“Ooh, I have the perfect song!” Elijah quickly chose the new tune and as soon as it started playing, Sydney’s eyes lit up. It was exactly what he’d had in mind. 

Sydney looked around the dance floor for his friends, signaling the first one he saw, Jackie, to come join him. She quickly made her way to him on the dance floor and he spun her around in time with the music. Well, sort of in time with the music. 

“Okay, we can dance, but I’m a little too drunk for you to be spinning me around like that.” Jackie laughed. 

Sydney laughed along and said, “Fine, but that means you have to sing with me! Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat–” His singing was more off-beat than his dancing, but Jackie joined in anyway, her singing not quite as bad, but still missing the mark completely. Halfway through the song, Sydney decided to do a spin himself, since Jackie wouldn’t let him spin her, and immediately felt nauseated. “I’m gonna go sit down because I think I might be too drunk to dance,” Sydney shouted to Jackie, his words slurred. 

“Boo, you lightweight!” Jackie yelled after him as he exited the dance floor. 

Sydney sat at the nearest seat at the bar, watching Jackie and Elijah on the dance floor. He started absentmindedly spinning his chair back and forth, until he realized that that too was nauseating. Who puts spinny chairs in a bar anyway? Sydney thought. He heart the thud of a glass being put on the bar, but he hadn’t ordered anything so he knew it was for someone else. He watched on as Jackie tripped, but didn’t fall because she wasn’t as drunk as anyone else despite having the same amount to drink, if not more. Someone cleared their throat right next to Sydney, attracting his attention. “Ethan!” Sydney smiled.

“I brought you a water. Looks like you could use it.” Ethan gestured to the drink on the bar behind Sydney. Guess that thud of a glass was for him. 

“Aw, thank you! But I don’t need it, I’m good.” Sydney started humming along to the next song on the jukebox. He couldn’t remember the name of it but it was definitely Lady Gaga. 

“Sydney.” Sydney looked up at Ethan, who was now holding the glass out to him. “Drink the water.”

Sydney glared at him, which Ethan just found adorable rather than actually threatening, and forcefully took the glass from him. He took a drink and, yeah, okay, maybe it made him feel a little better. He quickly stood up from the barstool, losing his balance. Just as quickly, Ethan reached out to stabilize him. Sydney laughed and said, “I was going to ask you to dance, but I guess this was all I needed to do to get me in your arms.”

Ethan blushed and said, “Sydney, not here, okay?” 

“Not here what? Not here you can dance with me? It’d be a totally professional and platonic dance and I wouldn’t grind on you at all or anything.” Sydney laughed, knowing he was lying.

“Sydney, seriously, I know you’re drunk, but come on.” Despite his words, Ethan had yet to let go of his grip on Sydney. 

“Pleeeeeease, Ethan? I’ll make sure Elijah puts on the least sexiest least romantic song he can think of. Like, I wouldn’t be able to be sexy to it if I tried – and I will try.”

“At least quiet down, Syd. You are being way too loud right now,” Ethan said sternly, looking into Sydney’s eyes.

“You think I’m loud right now? Oh, the shit you’re in for if you take me to bed with you.” 

“What the fu— okay, we’re getting you straight home.” Ethan kept his grip on Sydney’s arm, just tight enough to be able to drag him out of the bar. 

Sydney followed along laughing. “I think you mean we’re getting me gay home. I don’t go straight anywhere!” 

“That’s not—” Ethan sighed. “Sure, honey, the point is we’re getting you home.” Ethan led Sydney to his car and helped him into the passenger’s seat. 

After a little bit of driving in silence Sydney turned to Ethan and asked, “Are you mad at me?” 

“What? No! I’m not mad at you.”

Sydney brought his knees up to his chest and said, “Oh. You just seemed kinda mad. Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

“Yes, baby, I’m sure. I was… a little frustrated you weren’t listening to me, but only because I had your best interests in mind.” 

Sydney furrowed his brow and responded, “How would you know what my best interests are? Wouldn’t I know that better than anyone else?”

Ethan sighed and said, “Not when you’re drunk.”

“Oh. I guess that makes sense. I’m not that drunk though. Only a little. So I think I’d still know.” Ethan parked the car outside Sydney’s apartment. “Why did we stop?”

“Because we’re at your apartment. Wait there, I’ll help you.” Ethan turned off the car and quickly got out, walking around to the passenger’s side. Thankfully, Sydney was still processing what Ethan had said by the time he’d made it there and thus hadn’t tried to get out of the car on his own. Ethan opened the door and took Sydney’s arm, leading him up the stairs and into the apartment. 

Sydney yawned as they entered the door and said, “I’m tired. Why am I so tired? I feel like I just had so much energy and now I’m so tired. That doesn’t make sense.”

“Alcohol does that. Come on.” Ethan led Sydney back to his room. Ethan sat Sydney on the bed and pulled some pajamas out of his closet for him. 

Sydney flopped, face-first, on the bed. “I don’t want to change, I just want to go to sleep.” 

“Syd, you will be much happier in the morning if you wake up in some comfy pajamas, I promise,” Ethan said gently.

“I’ll be much happier in the morning if I wake up with you,” Sydney responded, his voice muffled, but Ethan still understood every word clearly.

“Syd…” Ethan kneeled next to the bed, rubbing Sydney’s back. 

Sydney turned his head so he was facing Ethan. “Please?”

“What if your roommates see me?” Ethan asks nervously.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Sydney responded matter-of-factly.

“Yes, but that was only two of them.” 

“I hate to break it to you babe, but if two of them know, they all know. Especially when one of the two was Elijah.”

Ethan smiled slightly. Although he was a handful, drunk Sydney was rather endearing. “I suppose I should’ve thought of that, huh?”

“Yeeeaaah, you are a super-mega-smart doctor and all that.”

Ethan laughed and stood up. “I’ll stay, but that means you have to put on your pajamas, okay?” 

Sydney looked up at Ethan and said, “Can you help me? I might be too drunk to do it right.”

Ethan helped Sydney off the bed saying, “I know you think you’re lying, but that might actually be true.” Ethan lifted Sydney’s shirt above his head before he started unbuttoning his pants. 

“You know, last time you were taking off my pants, we were having sex. But I think I’m too tired for sex tonight. Is that okay?”

“That is absolutely fine, my love.” As if that had even been on Ethan’s mind. 

“Okay, good.”

Ethan finished helping Sydney before sitting him back down on the bed and putting on some of Sydney’s pajamas himself. He joined Sydney on the bed, pulling back the covers for both of them. They cuddled together, Sydney laying his head against Ethan’s chest and wrapping his arms around his torso. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Sydney mumbled, already half asleep.

“I don’t need a thank you for that. But you’re welcome.” Ethan pressed a kiss to Sydney’s forehead before drifting off to sleep as well.

[innocent-cat]

looking through the overwatch tag, and i saw one of your hc posts. you're really good! i was wondering, would you be willing to do a scenario of reader & Sigma listening to the song 'Milky Way' by GGK (from Carole and Tuesday) together? i feel like that's a perfect song for him. your choice on the details. thank you :)

AWW THANK YOU<3 it means a lot to know I'm doing well. ilysm./p

I'm literally down for writing anything as long as it isn't gross and or illegal. Still no sleep :') also, i really hope you were expecting romantic because thats what im doing ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

Sigma x Reader

Head canons

Warnings - None

"Constellations within the milky way.", Sigma x Reader

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(Obviously had to add the song they were talking about. Super cute!! I am also very secretly hoping this is the right one)

(A/N, I was so tired that I started doing head canons instead of a scenario im so sorry anon(Thats what you call anonymous users right??))

Now, Sigma being a very romantic kind of man, he LOVES messing around with gravity to dance and twirl you around. In fact, the two of you had a stargazing dome that you would slow dance, talk, and just, have a heart to heart after being away from each other every once in a while.

Tonight was a very exceptionally cleared night sky. The scene sent you starstruck, gazing into the dark milky sky stirred and sprinkled with glowing clusters decoratively.

You felt bad for anyone who couldn't see the view tonight. It was absolutely stunning. You dragged yourself into Sigma's research room, knocking and waiting for a response.

"Come in, my love."

Oh how he could melt you with just a name. What more in life could you need? With practically a personal bodyguard, a stargazing dome, and a beautiful home, there wasn't much that could top it. Even if there was, you would never swap it.

You enter the surprisingly neat room, and approach the man you were hoping to converse with directly.

"Have you seen how gorgeous the stars are tonight? We should watch them soon, before an opportunity like this is missed." Sigma's attention leaves what ever he's writing or tinkering with, and diverts his full attention to you as you speak. "You'd like to dance tonight? I'd love to join you. How about we go right now?"

You smiled, looking at eye level to the sitting scientist.

He pushes himself up and stands, offering you a hand to guide you into the stargazing dome.

The two of you floated towards the domed room. He thinks it's endearing to change the center of gravity for you and it totally is.

Restoring the gravity between the two of you, you walk around the room. Your fingers rim the walls of books beckoning for you to read, calling your interest.

Your shoes clicking against the stone tiled floors, guiding yourself to the stained oak railing of the steps up and down from the wall of books.

The room was your own personal haven, and it was gorgeous. Stained oak accenting the rest of the room. Pillars spiked up and down as supporting beams.

You can feel Sigma's eyes burning into your head curiously. You didn't blame him. You'd want to know what's happening right away too.

"So. Thisss is a new song I found within an old music shop. Reminded me of you, and I thought you'd love it."

You flash the record inside of it's sleeve to Sigma, absorbing the soft gaze he graced you with.

Lifting the needle of the record player, you slip the record titled 'Milky way' on the sleeve of it's unique disc under the needle and onto the disc platter.

You softly set the record to replay, as you always did. Usually, when you and Sigma danced, it was never a song with words, so you hoped that you would still receive the same night as you had gotten multiple nights before.

Comfort in patterns, and tonight, you just really wanted to gaze to the stars in the arms of Sigma. Who could really blame you? Such a sweet, romantic man. Anyone would be swooned by him if they looked past the harsh shelling he had.

Oh how you loved that man.(play music!!!!)

Setting the needle correctly, you tread towards Sigma as it begins playing. He offers his hand to you, and you softly and slowly take it.

Keeping you afloat with him, he treated you as if the finest, most delicate porcelain doll he had ever grazed his eyes on.

He spins you like angel who had blessed him with eternal bliss and harmony, spinning you from and towards him.

The two of you come in closer, and slow dance. Heart to heat.

Stepping side by side within anti-gravity, your head rested on his chest, allowing him to hold you like he was ready to protect you with his life if that was what it truly took to have you happy and have your love close with him.

Readjusting yourself to look up, Sigma does the same. He continues side stepping to the song with you, gazing the constellations and stunning supernova. He rubs patterns into your back, whispering to you how much you mattered to him.

You wouldn't trade this moment for the world.

[mondscheinprinzessin]

27 and 30 for spotify for writers? ❤

Send me a number 1-100 and I’ll say which song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist, and what kind of fic I would write if the song name was a fic title.

27. Fairy (by Under Delusion)

To make it as obvious as the title suggest I will put Aleksi in a cute little fairy outfit, with wings and all, but he gets a dark aura because he’s one of the mischievous kind that likes to play tricks, and because he’s so smart he likes to find the loopholes in people’s wishes (if they even find him), but he doesn’t like fulfilling human’s wishes anyways, they’re so ungrateful most of the time.

Rather he spends his time in the woods, laying down on a bear’s back (the fur is so soft under his wings) who is fortunately a very calm and quiet one, except for when he gets hungry, then Aleksi leaves him alone to seek out that small cottage he had found once when the bear had trotted there with him asleep for a nap. And when he woke up, he had his nose full of pie and his wings shuddering with the almost magical warmth emanating from inside.

Since then he likes to perch on the windowsill, to watch and listen to the small group of people living inside. And he has the most fun when the two blondes start bickering after Aleksi had misplaced something, or woke one of them up with a fever running under their nose, or left some flour prints on the kitchen table. Only once he had felt bad when the one with the angel-like curls and dreamy eyes was close to crying because Aleksi had hid his flute and the man was afraid he had lost in between the mossy stones on his walk to the river.

So most of the time Aleksi was just watching. The one with the dark brown and long hair had such a nice voice to listen to too, and Aleksi heard himself humming, making himself invisible when one of them was looking around for the source of the noise. But sometimes he liked to dance around the windchime next to the door, as if announcing he was there, and maybe he was hoping that he was invited in one day. But until then he would flutter around the bear’s fluffy ear, laughing when it twitched and he woke with a grumble, but showing a smile when he saw it was Aleksi, losing a bit of glitter on his nose.

30. Hard To Love (by Robin Packalen)

How about an AU where the guys are all solo artists, or like have their own jobs, but throughout the fic they find each other, maybe meeting on some celebrity events and such.

So there’s Pop Punk singer Joonas (he does have a band to go on tour with but he’s mostly writing the songs), who had laid his eyes on model Joel on one of such events. And after one too many glasses of champagne takes him home (Joel doesn’t even know who Joonas is) and they share a hot night, but Joel escapes him in the morning before Joonas can even wake up.

His newly acquired friend Niko, who writes songs for rap artists and such, finds Joel again on a poster, and Joonas immediately books a seat for the runway show of the designer in hopes of seeing Joel again. They even hired a live DJ (Aleksi) which Niko remembered he had met at some point and goes to catch up with him after the show (Niko had come along for emotional support who Joonas and he didn’t want him to embarrass himself for not knowing what to do), and suddenly finding him alone Joonas thinks he just as well can go behind the stage in pretence of booking the designer for an outfit just to score out the place for Joel.

(I hope this doesn’t sound too creepy and stalkerish, but they had great talks before they went into the bed okay, there was ✨chemistry✨)

But Joel flees the scene as soon as he sees the curly hair.

It’s not only hard to love Joel (because he’s not there), it’s also hard to get a hold of him. But fortunately Joonas knows Niko who knows Aleksi who apparently knows Joel very well. (He’s a dumbass he agrees).

So Aleksi arranges to bring Joel to the same event Joonas will be at, and Joonas hopes that his flirting skills are fantastic enough to bring Joel home a second time. And to his surprise it really works, and he doesn’t even has to bring up every trick, it’s as if Joel was just waiting for Joonas to come up to him. So hot night 2.0 happens, but guess who pulls a magic disappearance trick again the next night? Of course, Joel.

Joonas is frustrated, there’s a bit more chasing around, they find Olli and Tommi along the way, Aleksi gives Joel a talk to not be scared as much, and eventually Joel goes to Joonas to confess his insecurities because he knows he’s hard to love so he rather plays the guy for the night, but Joonas definitely wants more, and there will be a happy end because Joel and Joonas deserve so.

[taeyongfmd]

— big town.

date: april 2, 2022.

word count: 769 words.

summary: ash goes out the night before the grammys. part one of three.

notes: title credit for all three parts to she’s american by the 1975.

content warnings: references to alcohol.

ash sits silent, reclining in his seat and letting his eyes get lost along the brown-black boards of the ceiling and the lime green lights that tint the scenery with their color. the floor-to-ceiling window pane next to him serves as a dividing glimpse into the las vegas skyline, all red and blue and yellow, its oversized attractions spawning next to towering hotels. the voices around him gossip about a run-in with someone he’s never met and he can’t find it in himself to play along with the laughter like he’s a part of the story being told.

there’s a hollow tugging in his chest and he can’t decide whether it’s rooted in being up so high or jet lag or... everything else. the more polaris adds to their schedules, the more ash thinks about his days in jeju. they hadn’t been idyllic, not when he’d had so much to work through and so much poison in his head, but he can’t help but think he’d take those over jetsetting and networking any day.

“aaaash!” his mind-wandering is broken by a drawn-out whine of his name and hair cascading over his the thin white fabric on his shoulder. “what are you thinking about?” her head rests lightly on his shoulder as her drink-hazy eyes gaze up at him curiously and ash doesn’t have the heart to try to slide away from her touch.

“you’re very drunk,” ash observes and he glances at the table in front of them to see how far the rest of the group has worked their way through the multiple bottles of grey goose they had ordered to the table. he has his doubts vodka is all that’s in her system either. the hollywood proclivity for mixing substances is one he’d learned about (and had rub off of on him) first hand the first time he’d partied in los angeles. surely, the las vegas air hadn’t changed anyone so la at heart.

“and you’re very sober. what’s the deal? i could barely get you to put down a glass long enough to dance with me last time i saw you.”

in hindsight, re-connecting with acquaintances he’d made when polaris’s us schedules had only been a cause for celebration because increased anonymity meant more opportunity for wanton recklessness might not have been his best idea. though, in his defense, it hadn’t been his idea to start with. an instagram dm sent his way right before he hopped on the plane to las vegas and an over-awareness of the heaviness that had been making its creeping return had been all it had taken to convince him, though. (the irritability, the anxiety, the uneasy emotions. a doctor might say it’s withdrawal, but ash doesn’t have a medical degree.)

“is it hard to believe i’m a changed man?”

“mmm, sorta. you’re not enjoying yourself. who changes to be sadder?”

“i’m not—“ he cuts his own sentence off with a sigh and his eyes wander back outside again. he doesn’t expect her to get it, especially not when she’s as wasted as she clearly is. not that he’s even ever held a conversation with her sober. “actually, i should probably get going. i’ve got an early call time tomorrow to start getting ready for the show.”

he feels her shift and his attention is drawn back to her face, where she’s now pouting out her bottom lip. “come on, don’t be like that.” she huffs, reached up to brush a strand of hair from in front of his face. he doesn’t notice his own spine stiffen up even more until she says something. “you’re so tense tonight.”

“just have a lot on my mind.” he slips away from her and pushes his chair back, making to make his exit immediately. “that’s why i should go.”

the eyes of the rest of the table move to him now and he withers slightly under the attention. “sorry i couldn’t stick around long. management has me getting up early, so i’ve got to go. i’ll give ‘em my card for everything we already got to make up for it. see you guys again soon, yeah?”

he’s met with a few more protests, but they fade off quickly once they’re dragged back into more engaging gossip again. he does as he promises and covers the bill and then slips out and down the elevator to call himself a ride home.

he can’t help but wonder if they’ll bother to invite him next time. or if he even wants to be invited at all.

[letsloveimagines]

Title: Crush

Pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!youtuber!reader

Collab with: @the-winter-sxldier-posts

Requested by: @unicornblood4ever

Request: Hi I just saw your request post for Corpse, so if you're still taking requests I have one. The reader have been on a losing streak, and Corpse tries to help. But accidentally rats himself out as the second imposter. With fluff if possible, of course only if you have time to write and everything.

Word Count: 3963

Warnings: a little angts and fluff, i guess?

Note: The images doesn’t belong to me, all the credits go to the respective creators. I only made the collage. Also, I will not make anything to make Corpse uncomfortable, if he ends saying he doesn’t like fanfiction about him, I will delete this.

Part II: Here

                                                            ♦⋅☆⋅♦ 

Y/N sat down at her gaming setup, she was getting ready to start a stream she had been invited by her friend Felix (aka Pewdiepie) to play among us with him, and some other friends. She made sure everything was in order before starting it. She had been doing this for so long, but each time it felt like the first, and there was always that little chill in her belly indicating she was nervous.

She got onto her twitter quickly, just to let people know she was live in case they didn't get the notification about it.  As people started coming in, Y/N smiled at the camera. “Hey guys, welcome to the stream.” She read one of the comments from chat asking what she was gonna be playing on stream today.  “Today we are streaming some “Among Us’ with some friends, and I am getting to who they are before you guys spam it in chat. I’m going to be playing with Corpse, Sykkuno, Rae, Felix, Seán, Lily, Toast, Poki and Leslie.” 

She joined the discord call, as the game loaded up. Y/N had her facecam in the middle on the bottom screen to make sure that she wouldn’t leak the code, once Felix sent it to the discord. Once the code was entered they were in the lobby and Y/N, went to the little mini computer in the game to customize her astronaut, and as always she was quick to pick the white colored one with the pink flower on her helmet. “Hey guys.” Y/N said to her friends in discord with a smile. Felix was the first to speak “Y/N finally you’re here!” She and everyone else laughed as he kept talking, excitedly. “We are still waiting for Corpse and Seán to join before we start, they’ll be here in a minute.” Everyone had said their hellos to Y/N as Seán joined the discord call and the game, followed shortly by Corpse. “Hey, Seán, Corpse.” “Hey, Y/N.” “Whaddup baby.” They both said at the same time making everyone laugh once more, as they all had their characters customized. Y/N’s face turned a few shades of red at what Corpse had said, and her chat was quick to pick up on it. “That is everyone, we are starting the game now.” She muted her mic after Felix had started the game and the black screen with the red astronaut, said shhhhh. Then her screen read ‘Crewmate, there are 2 imposters among us.’ 

She blew out a breath talking to the chat. “At least we can warm up as a crewmate this round.” 

But…

It didn't take much longer for her to get killed, which made her swear. She knew she couldn't trust Felix but she did anyway, and he literally stabbed her in the back… What a traitor. 

                                                             ♦⋅☆⋅♦

The time passed faster than it should have, or at least that’s what it seemed to the group of friends who were just having fun. 

Y/N had now been streaming for an hour, and she was on a major losing streak. She either got crewmate, or voted out first as imposter because she was a bad liar. Or when that didn't happen, she was one of the first ones to be killed, and had to spend the entire game floating from one side of the ship to the other as a little white ghost, completing tasks for her team to win. To be honest, she was already a little irritated about that. They were now in the lobby talking to each other while waiting to start the next game. Y/N's nostrils were flared with frustration after another round of failure at being an imposter. She sighed, unmuting her mic."I just wanted to say that in all of these rounds I must have played a full 8 seconds! Like come on, what's wrong with me today!?" 

That phrase was enough to make the others burst out laughing, including her chat. The comments came and went so fast, sliding on the screen on her right side, that she could barely keep up. 

Sykkuno, like the blessed and pure angel he was, replied amid laughter: "Don't worry, you're just on a bad streak. Better luck next time."

"Yeah, I guess." She answered while moving her mini white astronaut in circles, being quickly accompanied by the black astronaut with horns on his helmet. Y/N smiled at that.

"Stop talking guys, I'll start the new round now." Pewds, who was the host, almost screamed at them. 

Y/N cracked her neck and her fingers preparing herself.

"Stay with me this time Y/N, and I'll protect you." A deep voice was heard through her headphones, causing a shiver to go all the way down her spine. 

"Oh!" She exclaimed surprised, looking at her chat that was going insane with everyone saying how cute that was. "Thank you, Corpse, let's do that."

"No problem." She could hear the smile in his voice. 

The game was started and the black screen with the red astronaut, said shhhhh. Then her screen read IMPOSTER.

Y/N quickly muted her mic, as soon as she stopped listening to her friends speak. "Okay, I wasn't expecting that." She commented to her chat, very surprised, because next to her doll was Corpse's own little character. "Well, maybe my luck is changing. Everyone heard that Corpse and I were going to be together, so at least now we have an alibi if anyone suspects us." Corpse danced around Y/N, suggesting she follow him, and immediately she did. They both went through the ship as he was looking for innocent astronauts for them to murder. They ended up in medbay first, where Y/N faked her samples task, with Corpse watching over her and making sure that no one would find their behavior suspicious. 

And, oh, how her luck seemed to have increased when Felix walked in. Y/N immediately pulled up the sabotage map and locked the medbay doors, and Corpse was quick to kill him. That made the girl laugh hard, yelling out loud. "That was just karma having its way!" 

Then both vented out as the doors were still locked. 

Y/N smiled talking to the chat. “Pewds is dead, next if the opportunity arises we need to get Seán. They are the two that always sus me out even when I’m a crewmate.” She went back to the game as they vented into electrical, since nobody was there presently. They both faked tasks in electrical, Y/N going first with Corpse watching her back. To her surprise, Seán walked in all alone and right as she was going to get her first kill, when Felix’s body was reported. She rolled her eyes. “Damn, so close to getting them both.” She said to her fans as she unmuted the mic, and saw that Rae was the one that found Pewds. 

“Where is the body?” Y/N questioned trying to keep her voice level and calm, to not give herself away. “Pewds is dead in medbay.” Was the answer she got from the other girl. “Y/N and I were in Electrical with Seán.” Corpse said, trying to immediately shift suspicion off of the two of them. “They were already there when I entered the room, however. I don't know where they came from before, though." 

"We came in through storage, after Y/N and I both did the trash chute, Y/N stopped at the gas can and then we came to the electrical to do our tasks." 

Y/N quickly muted herself. "God, Corpse is gonna carry us this round, I can already feel it…I just want one kill and that is Seán, Corpse can kill everyone else... I just want to kill Seán!" She unmuted again as the friends decided that they didn't have enough information to vote anyone, so they skipped and no one was ejected. 

Corpse danced around again for Y/N to follow him and she did. This time they went through weapons. Y/N faked the task against the wall while Corpse faked one as well. Y/N brought up the sabotage map while they waited on the kill cool down to end. 

Y/N  sabotaged the lights, and the two imposters ran over there to turn them on as a way not to give anything that made them suspicious.

"Kill someone, don't wait for Corpse." Y/N read the comments, confused. "I don't know guys, are you sure? Today I haven't won any games as an imposter, so I don't want to give any reasons to make my team lose.” Looking back at the screen of the computer, she smiled seeing that the two little astronauts were touching each other, eye to eye, in what would probably be a strange little kiss. "Awww guys, look! Corpse just kissed me, this is too cute to handle."

But there was something that the fans did not fail to notice, and were quick to tell her that.

                                           User: She's blushing!

                                     User: This is so cute, I'm dying.

                             User: UGH, I ship them together so much!

"Oh, shut up y’all." She said with her face on fire, clearing her throat trying to make her voice normal again. However, the pink tone that painted her cheeks did not want to disappear, getting worse and worse as she thought about it. “Okay, as much as I don't like it, I'm going to do what you said. I’m sorry, Corpse." And then she quickly ran away, going to another path separated from Corpse, looking for someone alone that she could kill.

Hopefully it would be Seán.Y/n would be the first to agree that she was a little obsessed with getting her revenge. But could you blame her? Seán and Felix were almost always the reason she got voted out or killed first.

She went around the map, and on the navigation she found Lily alone. "Oh oh, poor Lily, but I need to do this." She was quick to press the button, kill and enter the vent, leaving Lily's body cut in half behind.

"Quickly, I need to find someone to be my alibi! Where's Corpse?" She came out of a different vent, running and seeing Rae nearby, quickly joining her. It didn't take long before someone reported the body. "Oh no, I'm sweating already."

“Lily’s body was in navigation.” Leslie said.

“And Toast is dead too, so it was a double kill this round.”

"Where have you been, Leslie?" Corpse asked with such a deep and calm voice that if Y/N were not the other imposter, she would think he was innocent. “I was with Sykkuno in security, looking at the cameras.”

“Yes, I was with him.” The mentioned boy said.

“Well, I was with Poki in medbay but I needed to do the asteroids in weapons. So, when I finished in weapons  I went down, and found the body." Leslie replied.

"That seems a little sus to me, to be honest."

"Yeah, seems pretty sus to me too." Y/N repeated after Corpse, trying to help.

"Okay, wait a minute." Rae began, suspiciously. "I was with Y/N for a while because we met in storage, but she came from the right side of the map, I saw it."

"Explain yourself, Y/N."

'Oh no. Busted.' Thought the girl nervously looking at the camera. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and replied as calmly as she could: "Well, yes it's true, but I was in comms uploading. When I finished I left and that's when I found Rae in storage."

"It's her!" Seán accused.

"Definitely."

"What!?" Y/N asked shocked. "No, I'm not the imposter guys, I swear!"

"Y/N, stop, it makes perfect sense. I'm voting." She rolled her eyes, that is exactly why she wanted to kill Seán. 

It was then that Corpse interrupted: "It couldn't have been her, she was with me."

'What?' Y/N asked herself, 'No, I wasn’t. What is he doing?'

"But... You said you were with Sykkuno."

"I... Yeah, but before that I was with her in Comms, but I left to go to the Security."

"And what path did you take?" Rae questioned.

"I went through storage, then electrical and I went up."

"That’s impossible because I went down the left side, and went through electrical and I didn't see you."

"They’re both the imposters, oh my god." Was Seáns revelation. 

"No, we are not. What he said is true!" Y/N tried to defend. 

"I'm going to vote Corpse this time just for his audacity!" Rae exclaimed excitedly. "Then we vote for Y/N!"

"What!?" Corpse said shocked. "No...!"

But it was too late, and quickly his little bean body flew off the ship. ‘Corpse was ejected.’

The girl could do nothing more than gawk at the computer screen, still shocked by what had happened. "No!" She said when she muted the microphone. "The game is already lost. What can I do?" She questioned, guilty.

                                           User: Noooo! Poor Corpse.

                                          User: He was defending her :(

                              User: It's her fault that they found out he was the other imposter.

Guilt weighed on Y/N's heart and she felt saddened. Why did she have to ruin everything? "I know, I'll apologize to him when I can." She whispered to the chat, quietly, running around with her character confusedly. "What do I do now? Do I kill someone or do I play innocent?"

But at that time a meeting was called by Seán who was camped by the emergency button, and everyone got together to speak.

"Yes?"

"Well, we already know who the other imposter is. Are we going to vote her out or not?" He said laughing.

"Guys, please don't, it’s not me."

"Sorry Y/N, but you're the only one sus right now."

"What about Leslie?” Y/N tried. “She left Poki in medbay, she could have gone to navigation, killed Lily, self-reported and said she was in weapons!"

"No, don't believe her!" Leslie shouted. “She’s lying.”

"I know it's Y/N, I'm going to vote for her!"

And one by one everyone voted, and the game was over.

"Good job guys, we did it." The others celebrated while the girl almost pouted.

"What happened, Corpse? I’ve never seen you like that, well, playing so badly I mean." Sykkuno questioned his friend timidly.

There was silence from Corpse for a moment, before he simply said. "I don’t know.”

Swallowing hard, Y/N spoke softly. "Corpse?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"Ehh, don't be. That's alright."

But that was not enough to erase her guilt. "You know Seán this is exactly why I was gonna kill you in the electrical, before Rae found Felix's body. You always sus me out even when I’m  innocent." 

“But you were the imposter this time!”

After a new game where she quickly died (Seán was the one who broke her neck and left her body in admin), the girl was quick to open Discord and send a message to the deep-voiced boy, who as much - as she didn't want to admit it, even more to herself - was her crush.

                                                           Y/N:     I’m so sorry I got you voted out, honestly, I feel so bad about it. I’m such a bad imposter.

                                                       CORPSE:             Y/N, It’s fine, really. There’s no need for you to feel bad about it ♥.

This put a smile on the girl's face again, and her chat was quick to question what was going on. She shrugged her shoulders and gave no further answer, Y/N returned to concentrating on the game, with the corner of her lips lifted in a half smile that she couldn’t control.

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Time quickly passed full of fun for the ten friends, and the thousands of people who watched them. Y/N didn't win any of the rounds, but she didn't care about it anymore. After another hour  of playing she decided to say goodbye and finish the stream, feeling the tiredness dominating her. She ate something and took a long and relaxing bath, which eased her aching muscles, and was already in her fluffy blue pajama pants, and was getting ready to go to bed when her phone rang.

Picking it up from the nightstand, she looked at the screen and gasped in surprise seeing who was facetiming her. A shiver ran down her spine. Shaking from head to toe, with her heart pounding, she quickly ran her hand through her hair making sure she was at least minimally presentable, before she answered it, saying nervously, "Hey, Corpse, is everything okay?"

The screen came to life, with her tiny image in the corner and the completely black screen dominating it. Of course he wouldn't turn on the camera, nor did she want him to do it if he didn't feel comfortable. It was already surprising that he actually called, since he has never done that before, and that was what made her even more nervous.

"I just wanted to check on you."  His voice came through the phone. 

That made her face heat up a little. She was thankful that the only light she had on was the lamp on her nightstand and he couldn’t see how red her face got. 

"Cute pajamas by the way." He said while laughing a little bit, provoking her.  

"Well, I would say the same thing, but I can't see anything."  Y/N provoked back.

There was a comfortable silence after that, a silence that the two of them seemed afraid to try to break. The girl laid down on her bed, curled up under her warm sheets, and looked at the black screen kindly, with her head resting on the pillow.

"So-"

"I-" They both said at the same time, and immediately stopped talking when they realized that. “Go ahead-” “You first-”  they once again said at the exact same time. 

Y/N tried to speak. She really tried. She was so prepared to tell him the truth, to tell him how much she was into him, that she was in fact in love with him… She was prepared to say that meeting him, and having him in her life for the past few months was one of the best things that ever happened to her. Y/N was determined to speak, but when she tried, nothing came out.  She stood there, opening and closing her mouth, sighing with a frown on her face. 

"What's up?" Corpse asked seeing that, with concern in his voice.

"Nothing."

"Y/N, you know you can tell me anything."

"I know that." And she really did, Corpse was a good friend, an excellent friend who was always there for her... And that was exactly what she was afraid to ruin with her confession. "You are able to make me so nervous sometimes, even when I think I'm feeling brave."

"Oh, yeah?" He asked, and she could practically see his smile, even though she has never actually seen it. She was in love with a faceless man and she had no idea how to tell him that. 

"Oh, shut up."

He laughed deeply for a long time, and that was enough to make her smile. Finally he stopped and said quietly, almost timidly. "I think what you wanted to say is exactly what I want to tell you."

Impossible, Y/N thought with a sad smile on her lips. I want to tell you how much I love you but… how could I? And who could ever love me?

"No, believe me, it isn't." “And how do you know it isn’t?” Y/N bit her lip a little unsure of how to answer him without revealing her feelings for him. “I-” But she cuts herself off, not having the courage to actually say the words. She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle the groan that came out of her mouth, at how much a coward she was being, but she mumbled out her response that was still muffled. “I just know.”

“What was that?” All he had heard were incoherent sounds.. She sighed, removing her face from the pillow not wanting to repeat what she had said, to save herself the rejection, since he couldn’t possibly feel the same way that she did about him.

“Are you really not going to tell me?” His voice broke through her thoughts. She sighed, trying to get away from the internal battle going on in her mind. “Y/N?” He spoke once again, breaking her out of her thoughts. 

“If I say it... everything is gonna be ruined and weird for us, and I don’t want that. Your friendship is so important to me, you're my best friend.” She ran a hand down her face, furious with herself. “How do you know that, if you don’t say it?” 

“Because I just do, okay?” Why couldn't he just let it go? "I-" She tried to say it out loud, once more. C'mon Y/N, just say it. "I gotta go!" She said quickly tried to end the call, but he wouldn't let her.

"No!" He screamed out sharply, taking her by surprise and then he did something she never thought he would do.

The screen, which was previously completely dark, lit up and his face finally appeared for the girl who loved him to see. Y/N sighed in shock, admiring all his features, from his ivory-white skin to his dark curly hair.

"I have a crush on you too." He confessed quietly, with a soft pink tinge appearing on his cheeks.

Did he just...? Oh my god!  

There was silence again, but this time it was a silence that had become tense and terrifying for both of them. Corpse was nervous waiting for her to say something, and she could tell. His mouth was pressed in a thin line, he didn't seem able to face her as his gaze traveled anywhere but to her, and he fidgeted immensely, touching everything within reach from the rings - that she saw he had on his fingers - to the chain necklace he had around his neck.

"Oh." She sighed softly, not knowing what to say.

He looked at her then, apprehensive and almost ashamed. "Ugly, I know."

"No!" Y/N was quick to interrupt. "You are incredibly handsome just… just as I always imagined." The girl managed to see a small smile appear on his lips as he blushed deeply.

"I..." 

"I’m in love with you too." She confessed, finally without fear. It felt like weight lifted off her to finally get it out in the open between the two of them.

Corpse’s eyes went wide, completely shocked but so, so happy. A huge smile full of shiny teeth on his face, as he focused all of his attention on Y/N. "You are?"

"Yes." She said blushing and smiling intensely as she snuggled up in the blankets, her face almost hidden when she looked at him dreamily.

"I-" He cleared his throat. "Good."

"Good."

"Great."

"Great!"

They burst out laughing, their voices mixing in hamornia. The two looked each other in the eye, separated by a mobile phone screen, separated by kilometers and kilometers... but even with everything that separated them, the world was not able to stop them from falling in love with each other.

"What do we do now?" He questioned.

"Well..." Y/N started. "We'll have to see, won't we? Why don't you start by giving me your address?"

Corpse smiled provocatively, his beautiful eyes shining maliciously. "Of course... But be careful now baby, the devil’s got his eyes on you."

Y/N laughed completely in love.

"Oh, shut up."

                                                            ♦⋅☆⋅♦ Tag List: @breathygasps

[hookingminor]

“In awe, the first time you realised it” with Mat Barzal please🥺

31. In awe, the first time you realised it

I swear all my favorite things I've written are for barz, this is also so self-indulgent for me bc my love language is playlists

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You and Mat had been dating for just under a year now, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship even after a few fights, and he swore you were the only person he would never get tired of. The weekends you spent at his apartment, the Saturday morning markets you always dragged him to, the nights he curled on your couch watching TV while you worked away at the kitchen table, there was no such thing as too much time with you.

The feeling nagged at the back of Mat’s mind, subtle and quiet, a distant voice telling him he was in love with you even if his brain hadn’t completely registered it yet. Your relationship was comfortable. You moved around each other with an ease Mat had never known, as if you’d spent years together and now lived in routines that revolved around the other. He hadn’t even processed how used to being around you he’d gotten until your first summer apart had hit.

He thought about you all the time, wondering whether or not you’d like the outfit he chose when he went out with friends, whether you’d enjoy his mom’s cooking, whether you were thinking about him all the way back in New York when he was in Coquitlam.

By the time fall came back around, he was ready to ask you to move in even if neither of you had said those words yet. Mat just missed you all the time. It didn’t matter how much time you spent apart, he was counting the hours until he saw you again.

It was only when the two of you packed your bags and climbed into his car, ready for a weekend road trip upstate that the overwhelming feeling of how much he loved you hit him. You chose to drive, knowing Mat’s proclivities for driving a little too fast would’ve made you insane during the four hour ride to the secluded cabin he rented. In turn, he got to choose the music, though you made him compromise that he’d split the time between both of your spotifys.

Yours and Mat’s music taste didn’t always mesh well, and while he knew your account and followed it, he never delved into the playlists you curated. At the two hour mark, he unlocked your phone and scrolled through your account, clicking through a few playlists as he tried to find one that he wouldn’t completely hate.

He came across one titled happiness, the playlist photo piquing his curiosity. It was a little further down the list, about halfway through your nearly twenty playlists, and he recognized the picture as his own head. There were no discernible features, only his hair as his head rested on your chest and your fingers curled in the strands, but Mat knew it was him.

One by one, he read over each song in the playlist. The theme seemed all over the place, ranging from slow songs to upbeat pop to hip-hop, and his curiosity got the best of him.

“Babe, what’s this playlist?” He asked, stretching your phone so you could check the screen. You only took a brief glance, noticing the title immediately and shifting your focus back to the road.

“Oh, it’s just a bunch of songs that remind me of you,” you answered with an apathetic shrug. You added the first song a week after you met Mat after your first date when you knew that you wouldn’t be letting him go any time soon.

Mat furrowed his brows, not quite sure what Christmas Eve by Kelly Clarkson or Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye had to do with him, but he pressed shuffle anyways.

The first song that came on was Flightless Bird, American Mouth, and Mat vaguely remembered hearing this before.

“Why’s this one on it?” He asked.

“Remember when I made you watch Twilight even though you complained the entire time? You said you thought this song sounded nice, so I added it,” you explained.

“And Bloom?” Mat questioned, finding another song title he didn’t know.

“It was a song that played in the cafe during our first date.”

“Shoop?”

“That one night we stayed up until three baking brownies because we were drunk and hungry, we sang it, like, four times dancing in the kitchen,” you said.

It turned out every song on the playlist had some underlying meaning as to why you added it. There was the song you first slow danced to at a teammate’s wedding, the song you chose to karaoke to once at a bar, the song Mat always played first thing upon turning on his car for a couple weeks whenever he drove anywhere, songs he found himself singing under his breath while not realizing you were listening, his favorite Taylor Swift songs even though he would publicly claim he didn’t listen to her, songs he went crazy for every time they played in clubs. Every song had a story.

Mat didn’t ask you for the explanation for each one, not wanting to annoy you with his many questions, but he connected the dots soon enough after you told him Green Light by Lorde was on there because of how many times you and Mat had watched through New Girl, but more specifically, the scene where Nick and Jess finally get together.

A few sparked memories in his own head, the Khalid songs you made him listen to the one time you convinced him to get high with you, the Kendrick songs he swore were the best rap songs ever made, even a few Bieber songs you found more tolerable than others since you weren’t a fan of him but Mat was.

The playlist was nearing fifty songs, all recounting moments in your relationship over the past year, and Mat’s chest tightened in a way he’d never felt before.

He was in love with you.

You didn’t even bat an eye explaining the meaning of each song, every story fresh in your mind and you told him each one without hesitation. Had it not been for your eyes on the road, you probably would’ve noticed the tears welling in his eyes, though he quickly brushed them away.

His heart was so full of love for you, how you paid attention to every detail, and there was no doubt in his mind he was in love.

“You good?” You glanced over quickly, curious as to why he was quiet all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He cleared his throat.

“I love you.”

That caught your attention immediately, and you looked back at him, your own eyebrows slightly drawn together in confusion as the outburst.

“Yeah?” You asked. The words had been on the tip of your tongue for so long you could probably trace it back to the first time you met him, but you kept it to yourself. Mat was always cautious with his words, never wanting to say anything he didn’t fully believe, and you didn’t want to scare him off saying it too early.

“Yeah,” he replied confidently. Grabbing the hand resting on the gearshift, he intertwined your fingers and brought it to his lips. “I love you." Gently, Mat kissed your knuckles.

Your own heart felt like bursting at the soft look on his face. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” he chuckled, wide grins spreading across both of your faces.

You brought his knuckles to your own lips, placing a soft kiss on them before letting your joined hands rest across the middle console. The remainder of the drive was silent, neither of you starting a conversation as you let your playlist take you the rest of the way.

[full-cowlings]

Lap Dance - Adult! Izuku Midoriya Smut

Being the number one hero and the new Symbol Of Peace was hard on Midoriya. He has been training his whole life for this moment, and he knew it would be tough, not only the process, but when he got to the top and how he’d have to struggle to try to keep the title. But that came naturally to him.

But the job was a very stressful one, often leaving Midoriya Izuku tired, stressed and often tense. He wasn’t able to relax very often, due to constantly worrying something was going to happen. He always used to worry about everything when he was younger, and that habit had carried on to his adulthood as well.

His wife, Y/N L/N had noticed this, and decided she would do something nice for him, thinking he earned it.

She had sent him a text, telling him she asked for him to have a day off, to which his agency agreed. And for him to come home and head to the bedroom as she had a surprise for him.

Izuku was confused, but he complied and didn’t question. As he knew Y/N often had a good reason to the things she did.

As soon as he finished what he was doing, he drove him, secretly excited about what the surprised was going to be. When he got home, he parked the car and walked into the house. When he opened the door, Izuku was immediately greeted with the sound of sensual music playing from the hallway, slightly muffled by the door of their shared bedroom.

This, peeked his interest and he started to get a little more excited about what was going to happen next. He kicked his normal red shoes off of his feet, walking towards the bedroom.

When he got to the door, he slowly opened it (SAYORI!?) and was met with rose petals scattered around a chair in the middle of the room. The lights were off and the only thing that illuminated the room were several candles that were on the dresser and end tables. Izuku’s eyebrow rose as he saw a note taped to the chair. Curiosity got the best of him as he picked up the taped note.

He read it,

Hey love, I have a special surprise planned out for you tonight,

I want you to do something for me.

Just sit on the chair and relax, let me do the rest. Can you do that for me? I’ll be waiting, Xx.

His curiosity peeked even more and he placed the note on the side, sitting down in the chair as he had been asked to. Izuku fiddled with his thumbs nervously, an old habit he has. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked Y/N.

(Hehehe, warning; Play Boy Bunny alert. Because ya author can’t get enough of that damn type of outfit ;) )

She was wearing a black leotard, that was low cut in both the chest area and her lower region, exposing some of her breasts, thighs and ass. She had on a white collar with matching black bow attached to it, along with wide fishnet stockings, exposing her skin to him.

Her hair was let down and loose, falling freely to her shoulders (Ignore that statement if your hair is short lmfaooo). She had white cuffs on her wrists, and matching black bunny ears that sat on her head.

Izuku's mouth went slightly agape as he wasn’t expecting Y/N to be wearing something like that, nor something so revealing as it was.

Y/N smirked at him, slowly walking towards him, swaying her hips teasingly as she strutted.

She circled the chair slowly, her hips still swaying slowly. She caressed Izuku's shoulders, slowly dragging her finger tips across them and down his shoulders. Izuku shivered slightly from her touch, her touch alone still being able to send him into bliss.

Y/N then stood in front of him, casually, and almost lethargically she swayed, in front of him intimately running her hands up and down her body, her movements designed to try to arouse and anticipate him. Her hips gyrated suggestively, as she looked into his eyes. In a slow walk, she approached, licking her lips suggestively.

She then sat in his lap, placing her legs on either side of him as she straddled him. She looked into his eyes suggestively as she wrapped both her arms around his neck.

She then started to grind her hips against his lap, moving in an elegant yet sensual way. Her hips rocking back and forth against his own, Izuku letting out a quiet groan at the contact and held her hips gently, helping her move slightly.

She leaned her face close to his own, as he too leaned in, wanting to kiss her. But before he could, she pulled back teasingly. Continuing to move her hips against crotch, now moving her hips in steady circles. Izuku moaned at the friction, his head dipping back slightly as he let her work her magic.

She then stood up from his lap, Izuku quietly whining at the loss of contact and friction. Y/N smirked, leaning down between his legs and slowly started to drag her hands up his sides, working from his legs, up. Her finger tips touching him, but barely, wanting to tease him and leave him wanting more.

Izuku shivered again, enjoying the feeling of her touch, although he wanted more than just that. She stood back again, moving her hips in a way that formed a figure-eight. She moved her hands up and down her body again, the way Izuku would if he could touch her.

She brought her hand up to her breast, fondling with it. She pulled the leotard down just enough where her breasts fell out of it, exposing her taut nipples to him. Izuku reached out to touch her, but she calmly took his hands and placed them back on his lap.

She kept fondling with herself, looking at him as he bit his lip, desperately wanting to be the one to give her pleasure, and not herself. She ran her hand down from her breasts, down to the v cut of the leotard groin area. She pushed it aside, slowly, allowing him to see her bare pussy. She smirked as she stopped touching herself, sitting down on his lap again, this time, her back pressed flushed against his chest.

She then started to move his ass against his crotch, smirking more as she felt Izuku’s dick rise against her ass. She circled her hips again, slowly, teasingly and sensually, wanting to make him want more as he often did to her.

Izuku groaned loudly into her ear, leaning his head down and biting her neck. Though this time, she didn’t stop him. She kept rocking her ass and hips against his hard-on, growing rougher and harder with passing time.

Izuku’s cock jumped at the sensation, threatening to cum just from her grinding. Y/N took notice of this and once again stood up. Izuku whimpered in loss of pleasure, watching as she stood in front of him, swaying her hips to the soft beat of the music.

Y/N’s hand traveled from Izuku’s collarbone, down his arms to his biceps, then moved to his chest. Running her hands down from his pectorals, then his abs, then down to his v-line. Y/N licked her lips seductively, dragging her finger tips across his waist line and then down to his crotch.

Izuku gasped as Y/N started tracing shapes along his dick, palming him occasionally. Izuku's eyes fell closed, his breathing picking up as she continued to trace the head of his cock with her finger tips, unzipping his pants and doing it through his boxers.

Y/N looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes and she slowly licked the head of his dick through his underwear. Izuku moaned loudly, gripping onto her hair. She smirked slightly, pulling his boxers down along with his pants. She grinned at the sight of the precum dripping from the head of his penis and took his cock into her mouth.

He gasped again, his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled slightly. Y/N moaned, sending vibrations through his dick. She licked the head of his dick, taking as much in her mouth as she could. Using her hands, she fondled with whatever she couldn’t reach.

Izuku moaned louder, the feeling of her tongue around his dick sending him into absolute bliss. Y/N looked up at him, with a ‘innocent’ look as she kept licking, sucking occasionally. She used slow, yet long licks, wanting to tease him.

She took the rest of him into her mouth, deepthroating his cock, making her slightly gag. Izuku pulled her hair, shoving his balls deeper into her throat. Y/N moaned around his dick again, making Izuku groan from the vibrations once more.

Izuku could feel himself getting closer to an orgasm, his cock jumping, signalling he was going to cum soon. Y/N smirked and slowly pulled away, taking him out of her mouth, but leaving a string of saliva connecting her and his dick.

Izuku looked at her, panting. Midoriya had decided he had had enough with her teasing, he got up from the chair, slamming her roughly against a wall and pinning her to it. “You know you don’t tease master like that, baby~.” He purred into her ear seductively. Y/N gulped, knowing the dominant Izuku had come back.

“So either, you’re going to open those pretty little legs for me so I can ruin and fill your holes with my cum, got it?~” He asked, his voice husky. Y/N nodded, “y-yes, daddy.” Izuku smirked. “Good girl~ now, let daddy show you how to tease~.”

[corpsehusband-simp]

Oops

Requested by: @awoodrum68

Can you do a corpse husband x reader where the reader is Sean sister playing among us and everyone knows she has a crush on corpse but him . And Felix accidentally let it slip up that you do. Instead of it being awkward corpse say he has a crush on you.

Pairings: Corpse x reader, Jacksepticeye x sister!reader

Warnings: curse words

Can you do a corpse husband x reader where the reader is Sean sister playing among us and everyone knows she has a crush on corpse but him . And Felix accidentally let it slip up that you do. Instead of it being awkward corpse say he has a crush on you.

A/N-okay I loved this and I think I’m gonna do a part two what do you guys think???

“Umm that’s actually a good question I have no clue who were playing with, I know for sure my brother, Felix, Charlie, and Sykkuno but I don’t really know who else” you spoke to your stream as you got your discord. “Thank you Rose for the prime and thank soggy noodles for the resub!!” Finally your discord loaded up and you joined the voice call instantly being greeted by a chorus of hellos.

“Hi everyone! Charlie do you know who all of playing for I can have my mods put it in my title?”

“Jeez Y/N can’t even say hello to your brother!” You hear Seán tease.

“Yeah or your best friend!” You flinch a little at how loud felix’s voice was in your ear.

“Jesus you two! I said hello you are like children!” You laugh shaking your head. Charlie laughs “Ken, toast, Sykkuno, poki, Rae, and corpse” As soon as Charlie says corpse your cheeks heat up.

“I’m willing to bet five bucks she’s blushing right now” Felix laughs

“Fuck you shut up” you pout only making everyone laugh more.

“Ha Y/N chat confirmed you are as red as a tomato!” Just as you were about to yell at Felix when you heard the ding signaling that someone else joined the call.

“Hey guys” You heard corpses deep voice enter the conversation and your stomach filled up with butterflies.

“Hey Corpse” you tried to make you voice sound more confident but it’s still came off shy which caused Felix to snicker.

“Hey N/N!” His voice made your heart pound against your ribs”

“Okay I think we’re ready to start!” Charlie interrupted the different conversation happening.

First round you were imposter with your brother, you loved being imposter especially with Sean because it was hard to track your guy’s patterns.

You and Sean double killed Felix and Corpse in electrical and you instantly vented, first you checked to make sure med Bay was clear Incase you needed an alibi before venting into reactor and calling O2. That gave you enough to to round over and get there before anyone found the body. You were able you kill Toast as well before a body was found. In saw Felix, Toast, and corpse were dead.

“Blood thirsty I see” you smirked before unmuting yourself.

“Okay well we obviously know it’s not Y/N because she wouldn’t kill Corpse” Sykkuno spoke matter-of-factly. This was true everyone knew you wouldn’t do that.

“Yeah but she would kill Felix first” Rae laughed.

“That’s true shoot now I’m sus of you Y/N”

“Both stamens are true” you laughed. “But I didn’t kill either I was super sus of Sean in the beginning of the so I was following him at first and we cleared eachother in med bay before I went up to reactor.”

“Why didn’t you go to o2?”

“I did go to O2, I stopped Simon says midway and went to the one in Admin with poki”

“Can confirm that did happen. I think we should just skip, we don’t vote on 7 anyways and we’re not sus of anyone” you all agreed and moved on.

You and Jack ended up winning the round.

Later in the game you were minding your own business as crewmate, you walked into navigation. Just as you were walking in you say Corpse kill Jack.

“Nope I saw nothing” you did a little dance and walked out of the room and continue to do your tasks. The body was soon found and Corpse internally panicked not knowing if you would tell or not. Of course you didn’t tell and ended up framing Ken since he was the last person aside from corpse that you saw go that way.

In the end Corpse ended up winning.

“Y/N I can’t believe you saw Corpse kill me YOUR OWN BROTHER and covered for him” Jack whined

“Yeah Thanks for not snitching n/n” Corpse laughed.

“Are you really that surprised Jack she has the biggest crush on him.” It went silent. Everyone knew that you had a crush on Corpse except for Corpse. Felix immediately felt bad for spilling the beans. All that could be heard on call was your head hitting your desk. You were utterly embarrassed and tears started to well up in your eyes. You immediately got a text from Felix profusely saying how sorry he was. Before you had a chance to end your stream Corpse finally spoke.

“Is that true Y/N?” You cleared your throat before speaking.

“Um I uh-yeah...it’s true”

“I should really be thanking Felix then because this is the only way I would really have the balls to tell you I like you too.” There were a chorus of aww from everyone in the call and your chat was going crazy.

“Aww this brings a whole new meaning to Among us love story!” Rae gushed.

You guys continued the game for another hour or so, you and corpse shamelessly flirting the rest of the time. Finally everyone said good bye and you sign off stream.

You sit back in your chair and rub your face.

“That was not how I expected tonight to go” you laughed a little. Just as you were getting up so you could make yourself some dinner you got a phone call. Your heart started beating hard in your chest seeing Corpses FaceTiming. You took a deep and answered.

“Hi corpse”

“Come visit me.”

“W-what?”

“Fly here from London, let me take you on a few dates and I’ll take you to Disney land” you didn’t even try to hide the huge smile that spread across your face.

“Okay, I’ll start looking at flights”

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Kinky stuff you said?

so... i have this idea

I know we all collectively as a fandom have decided that Andrea is a fluff ball lmao

but I'm rooting for him because...I don't know, like when he got angry when he found out about the letter and started to play the violin all annoyed and how he raised his voice and there is also the look that he gave Olga he gives me the feelings like~

Andrea spank me with that violin bow (we can buy a new one later)

Something like Teach me a lesson sweet boy

Dancing the dance [Andrea Marowski x Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut (fingering, spanking, mentions of cheating)

Author’s note: Do I have to say something? I mean the request is amazing enough

It was just a day like any other in the little village, you opened your bookshop, a small little thing that your uncle run and you were proud to call it your precious jewel. 

You worked hard to keep it afloat, you went by bicycle to the bigger cities nearby to get the best books yourself or the classics, you were determined not to let it die on you, but it was every day harder.

It was almost the end of your day when you saw Mr Barnes come inside, he was a war veteran that suffered terrible injuries, but also an avid reader who would come even twice a week.

“Don’t you tell me you have already finished it, James”

You smiled at him and he shrugged, his playful smirk running over his lips. “I like this Agatha Christie author and her Belgian detective, what can I say?”

He was a player, you knew it and didn’t expect anything less from him, he is handsome and he knows it. But you never took him seriously and even less since a certain shipwrecked violinist made his way to your heart, but truth to be told, you indulged him. Sure, he was a passionate reader, but he loved to come and flirt with you and you need him and his coins to call it a day.

“Well, what’s next then?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, you’re the bookworm, aren’t you?”

His smirk was playful but you ignored it and smiled only moving away from the counter, making your away around the books to try the one you were meaning to offer him next. You always planned one in advance, or even two, just to make sure to give him enough attention but not too much.

“What about…” you begun, your tongue sticking a little put as you’re focused, eyebrows furrowed as you read the titles.

“You’d look even more the part with glasses” he interrupted you and you chuckled 

“I know, I know, I should wear them but..”

“No, I mean that you’d look even more attractive with them on”

You kept quiet as he moved closer, his arm leaning against the shelf in front of you as you mumbled a thank you.

He stared at you following your every move, your hand picking a thin book and handing it to him.

“The Great Gatsby” he read out loud “Is it new?” “No, just American, it was published in 1925”

He nodded looking at it as he moved page after page, his lips pursed in concentration as you tried to move past him, but he just stood still and board in front of you.

“What do you do after work?”

“Oh, well I have some chores to do at home, study new purchases for the shop”

“You always do” he said closing the book with a loud snap making you jolt in your spot

“Let’s have a date night, we could dine at the tavern and you can tell me more about those orders you always have to do” he said taking a step forward as you mimicked him taking a step back.

“Y/N” he murmured “we are dancing this dance from a long time, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know what you mean”

You replied only as you tried to move past him

“You’re very attractive, still unmarried, incredibly tempting for every man in town, you should expect it”

The truth was that you weren’t completely far from anything love related, but Dr Mead advised you to keep your little ‘entanglement’ with Andrea s secret for the time being. Most people still didn’t get the difference of him being Polish and not German and it would only make your life harder for no reason. So you obliged, you closed the curtains at night when he sneaked into your room, you visited him often with the excuse of bringing him books, you pretend not to wish his touch on you every time of the day.

“I said I can’t already”

You took the chance to move past James and take the broom to clean.

He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as his eyes travelled on you. He was patient, but not that patient, nevertheless you were a delicious eye candy to his eyes. He put his hand to his pocket still holding the book into the other one. He pulled out some coins and left them on the table, there was also a tip from you.

“I like this game Y/N” he said bluntly to you and he looked at the book “also. such a small book makes me think you want me to come back soon”

You looked at him, you matched his smirk, oh he loved to be kept on the edge, didn’t he?

“See you next week” you only said and he gave you a light military salutation to you saying something about being at your orders.

You smirked biting the inside of your cheek as you enjoyed the game for sure, or the dance as he called it, but you were realising how you had to probably tone it down. He was liking it a bit too much and going over the simple play, plus you were losing the plot of it since Andrea came into the picture.

After you closed the day, recorded all the sells and cleaned the shop you wrapped yourself up in a coat, taking an easy children book for Andrea to practice with. On your way out you noticed some scattered flowers on the ground, but you didn’t pay much attention to it.

You made your way to Ursula and Janet’s house, the violin being played out loud, a very dramatic and strong melody going off, almost violent.

As you knocked at the door Janet welcomed you quickly.

“Oh Y/N, please try to talk to him, at least you know German” she said and you looked at her confused “he went out for a walk and came back so angry, he shouted at poor Ursula, she is so bumped, I can’t look after the two of them” Janet said in her own way that made it sound almost funny, if not sarcastic.

You nodded taking off your coat and hat, you walked upstairs holding the book with you, the music getting louder as you took the stairs until his room, you got inside without knocking because it would be impossible for him to hear anyway. The first thing you noticed was his back wrapped in that white shirt and the pants kept up by his suspenders. You still remember vividly the first time you pulled those suspenders off his shoulders, it is still one of your favourite things to do as a prelude of what is about to come.

“Andrea” you called him as you closed the door behind your back, locking it just because you know how much Ursula likes to peak in.

He turned around suddenly, almost scaring you off as he held his violin in one hand and the thin bow into his other hand, his eyes on fire, jaw clenched and his back straight like a soldier.

“You bezwstydny” he shouted at you and you looked at him even more confused “schamlos” he said then in German.

“Shameless? Why?” You asked frowning, you had the luck to know German because your family immigrated to Cornwall before the WWI to join your uncle’s business, but that didn’t help when Andrea was so mad to decide not to tolerate any other language by his own like now.

“I saw you” he said spitting venom “You think funny?”

“But what?”

“You with that man in bookshop!” He growled putting down the violin because it was at serious risk of being thrown on the floor.

You parted your lips in shock as he said that, so those flowers were his? 

“Did you come to pick me up?”

He nodded but his lips pressed against each other in disgust.

“Andrea, don’t make that face, he is just a client acting up”

“You act up”

You looked at him shaking your head “you don’t understand” you said.

He raised his eyebrows.

“oh no, I do understand”

His voice was different, his accent thicker than ever, there was no trace of the usual sweet smile, almost mischievous, that he always had on his lips.

He sat down on the chair were Ursula watched him for nights on “on my lap”

You frowned “no”

He raised his eyebrows “I think you not understand” he said threateningly “Are you playing with two men?”

You shook your head vehemently “You know it is not like this” you stated “I want only you”

He didn’t seem impressed, he pursed his lips in disbelief and let out a sarcastic chuckle twirling the bow between his fingers.

“Then prove it”

His accent hitting you again, you loved it, but the way he said it, that didn’t feel comforting.

You stared at him, you didn’t want to argue with him, he was already too mad and to hold a conversation was to ask too much.

So you obliged leaving the book aside and making your way to his lap sitting on it.

“No this way” he said wiggling underneath you to make you stand up

“gebückt” he said in German waving the bow to you. Oh, so he wanted you bent over it?

You stood uncomfortable for a moment but then you nodded again, you needed to get past this crisis, no?

So you moved your dress a bit to make your way onto his lap, you wanted to ask what now but then you felt distinctively the way he pulled your skirts up.

“Andrea” you hissed at him but by now he held you in that position pushing your panties down, the cold air hitting your bum, your cheeks bringing from embarrassment.

“You like play, so you get to be punish like little kid”

You blushed even more if possible, you wiggled but he held you down firmly until you stopped struggling and settled in the position he wanted.

“Repeat numbers in English for me” he said and you whimpered as he smacked that bow onto your ass earning a gasp, your shoulders trembled inward as it was more painful than expected.

“Number?”

“One” you replied immediately, how much do you have to count, you wondered.

You whimpered as other two snaps to the stick followed very quick together

“Andrea, please stop” “If you wanted me to stop you’d not act to earn it” his words an hiss between his teeth “we begin again now, you didn’t count”

You groaned but another slap reduced you to a forced obedience “one”

He smirked widely as he twirled the bow in his hand, you could’t see him but you could ear the way it cut the air around.

You obeyed and counted all the three snaps that followed, your breath itching and your hands trying to reach out to the floor to gain some advantage in the positioning, which still felt too embarrassing, the constrictive exposure of your bottom making you feel uneasy.

Andrea saw that movement and he reached down with his free hand clasping onto your jaw making you look up like some animal in need to be tamed. Another whip hit you.

“Five” you groaned as now your position felt even more humiliating, you shivered as he chuckled

“Now you will be good during more strokes, if you manage to come to dziesięć then you’ll be free”

You groaned, how much is that? The confusion in you was showing as your body stiffened. The unknown scaring you, your core clenched shamelessly, your wetness revealing a pleasure that was evident, a dirtiness of your own that you didn’t expect to meet.

“Only five more”

He whispered and smacked your ass again, you whined squeezing your eyes

“Six”

Oh, to see you so obedient.

“You like to be a tease, don’t you? You love it, showing off like a whore to that man, to all the men, you sell them the whole experience for few coins? You make them believe they can fuck you?”

He smirked hitting your ass again, your hips buckling against his leg as you were looking for relief from that desire

“Seven”

“You love it, you love to be desired by many don’t you?”

“Eight”

“You want them to dream of you at night, to desire to fuck you and smack your ass like I am doing now, these skirts only making them dream more”

“Nine”

You were sobbing by now, his hand on your jaw making it hard to breathe and speak

“Who is a whore?” “I am”

“Who is my whore?

“I am”

He smirked, he was pleased giving you one last whip, the hair of the bow falling down as some of them broke, oh you know too well how much that will cost you, Andrea wasn’t one to easily ruin something like that.

“Ten!”

You almost shouted it, your thighs trembling and knees kept closing and parting trying to find some relief.

Andrea leaned down kissing the back of your neck as he gave you time to calm down, let the humiliation sink in.

“Andrea” Ursula’s voice rang from behind the door “Are you quite alright? Dinner is almost ready”

“I am! Y/N and I need a moment” he said, his voice completely different and far from the dark threatening voice that poured over you a second before “We will be down in ten!” As he spoke he touched over your wet slit, how shamelessly you were patching his pants with all that excitement, so slowly began playing with you, you winced biting on the fabric of his tailored cloths trying to hold back any sound while those skilled violist fingers kept scissoring inside of you. “We haven’t done yet”

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[pillage-and-lute]

The Stars Are Not Wanted Now

Was this among my list of WIPs I posted recently? No. Not at all. Because it popped into my head fully formed and hurt my feelings so I decided to make it everyone’s problem.

TW: Believed character death (not real) ,grief, discussions of hallucinations.

Title cheerfully stolen from W. H. Auden’s Funeral Blues

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It took Geralt almost an hour to realize what he’d done. He’d sat and stewed and wished his tearducts would give him more catharsis than a handful of small drops. He wanted to sob, really cry, eyes red and face wet, but his body let him down. He stared for a while at the dirt. At the footprints in the dirt.

They weren’t his. They were from Jaskier’s stupid shiny boots. Impractical boots that gave him blisters, but he’d only had enough money for one pair and he needed ‘court boots’ apparently. And he was walking down the mountain in those silly boots and a doublet that wouldn’t keep him warm as the mountain air chilled with night and Geralt had just let him go. Geralt had made him go. He didn’t have any gear, they shared gear and Geralt had made him leave.

Geralt’s slow, witcher heart beat double time as he realized he might have murdered his bard. 

Roach huffed at him for being gone so long but he shushed her and loaded her up as quickly as he could. He needed her, and Jaskier needed him.

Geralt followed the footprints like a bloodhound, eyes and senses searching, but his mind wandered behind. Their relationship was such an odd one, Jaskier always traveling ahead or staying behind. Bards needed audiences and witchers needed wilderness, but they were never more than a few days from eachother, and every town Geralt went into he could be sure Jaskier was there. There had been exceptions of course, when bardic festivals or court appointments swayed Jaskier’s path, but he always came back. It was down to the separate nature of Geralt’s Path, with the capital P, and Jaskier’s path. Bards traveled between towns, straight shots, rarely sleeping rough, so his bard didn’t need gear, and it would only slow him down. Witchers wandered, fighting a monster here, collecting potion ingredients there, and coming to towns only for contracts and coin.

Geralt’s eyes scanned every inch of the track, never missing the boot prints, noting the depth of them, the scent of sadness lingering. A human would have missed the single, red thread caught on a bush, the shade of Jaskier’s stupid, too thin doublet. Geralt’s fingers plucked it from a branch. 

He remembered how, in the first years of their acquaintance, he’d watched the bard walk away each time, believing he’d never see him again. But Jaskier had always come back. He’d circle around or wait in the next tiny village, playing ditties for barmaids and he’d greet Geralt with a smile that struck something sensitive and previously well protected in Geralt’s chest. Slowly Geralt had started expecting Jaskier’s presence and those treasured smiles.

It had come with detriments, that was true, Jaskier talked so much Geralt wondered how he found the air and he was foppish and disinclined to wake before noon. It was just that, so slowly that Geralt didn’t know how it had happened, those faults found favor in Geralt’s eyes. 

And now he’d told Jaskier he was a burden. That he wanted him gone. As Geralt had grown to treasure his bard he’d stopped expecting Jaskier would leave him and started fearing he would instead. Geralt had just been the creator of his own nightmares, doing to their friendship what wind, weather, time, and age could not. 

That was the thing, Geralt thought as his eyes scanned the trail, near invisible in the dark. Age. Jaskier was forty at least. Crow’s feet, Yennefer had said. He would have to leave Geralt sooner or later, settle in some city and see him only if Geralt sought him out. The impending end to their precious routine rolled Geralt’s stomach and took over his thoughts. Now, though, well, how weak was a forty year old human? Strong enough to go down the mountain in the dark? It seemed so, which was frustrating. Geralt was going as fast as he could while tracking Jaskier’s every footstep, but even his magical eyes only saw so much in total darkness. Jaskier was hiking blind. 

A new scent drifted to Geralt’s nose. Wolf. A mixture of fur and wilderness and wet dog. 

And blood. 

Geralt let go of Roach’s reigns, sprinting as best he could, letting his nose lead him. He could smell blood. He followed it into the trees, crashing through the brush, careless of the briars that tore at him. He didn’t even smell his own blood, it didn’t matter, he didn’t care. All his senses narrowed down to the smell of Jaskier’s blood and...

and his eyes saw red. a torn doublet,

Geralt lurched forward, hoping, praying that it didn’t mean what he knew it meant. He clutched the rags to him and he stumbled. His foot hit something. 

A boot. A stupid, shiny boot and it reeked of blood. Geralt let it fall from numb fingers. A tiny beam of moonlight struggled down, gleaming dully off of leather. Geralt knelt before the instrument case, smelling blood on the strap, feeling the contours of it. When he lifted it it was heavy. Jaskier had died alone on a vicious mountainside, devoid of his beautiful doublet and his lute. 

Geralt felt a puff of breath on the back of his head. Roach had followed after him, picking her way through the forest in the wake of his mad dash. He pressed his face into her mane and finally felt tears flood his cheeks. She settled beside him when he no longer had enough water to cry and he just stayed there, knelt between tree roots and bushes, cradling the lute and a scrap of doublet that still smelled like chamomile. 

He didn’t move until dawn.

When the runny light of morning came Geralt just moved on. Whatever had happened to Jaskier’s body, he couldn’t see it. Of course the bard deserved a proper burial, and Geralt cursed his weakness all the way down the mountain, but there mightn’t be much of Jaskier left to find. Geralt felt sure that if he saw his friend like that he’d simply lay down next to him and die too. 

He already felt like he might. 

Geralt moved on, physically. He moved around, slinging Jaskier’s lute up with his saddlebags. He wandered between towns and fought monsters, going north in a roundabout way. Going home. 

Kaer Morhen was going to be cold that year, it always was, and Jaskier was never there, but without the hope of Jaskier’s smile in the spring the cold seemed to have taken residence in his soul.

Geralt wasn’t eating well. He couldn’t bring himself to do more than chew a few pieces of dried meat. He drank a lot and didn’t sleep and took too many risks when fighting monsters. It was foolish, he knew, it was how witchers died, getting sloppy like that. He did it anyway. And on the rare nights he did sleep, he clutched the tattered piece of doublet. The chamomile scent was slowly fading and Geralt feared when it left entirely. It and the doublet were all he had.

In light of all of this, Geralt wasn’t that surprised when he finally lost it. He heard music in a tavern and it sounded like Jaskier. Every bard sounded like Jaskier now. There were no instruments, just an achingly familiar voice. Of course, Geralt still had the lute. 

When he walked into the tavern and saw a bard turn, saw Jaskier smile wide at him, Geralt didn’t even flinch. His medallion was still on his chest. This was no ghost, he had simply lost his mind. 

Geralt sat at the bar without looking away from the apparition, and his heart swelled as it sauntered towards him. Jaskier looked so lifelike, so alive. There wasn’t a scratch on him. He was exactly the bard Geralt remebered, no crows feet to be seen. He was dressed in blue, not unlike when they had first met. Geralt’s heart twisted as he remebered all things he’d said, and, even worse, the things he hadn’t. His heart was thundering in his ears, blood rushing, everything else tuned out. It didn’t matter that Geralt had gone crazy, Jaskier was here and so beautiful and Geralt loved him so much that it hurt. 

“Mind if I join you?” The hallucination said. Geralt just stared. He wasn’t going to talk to it, there were enough rumors about witchers without the townsfolk knowing he was crazy.

“C’mon, now, Geralt,” the faux Jaskier said. “You wouldn’t keep a man with bread in his pants waiting.” 

Geralt just stared as the bard pulled a half-eaten roll from his pocket and winked. The hallucination stopped smiling, shoulders slumping. “I’ll go,” it said. 

“Stay,” Geralt whipsered immediately. He was alright with going crazy because this last bit of comfort was so tantalizing, so real Geralt could almost reach out and touch. “Please,” he said, even quieter. “I’m sorry.” 

Jaskier beamed and sat and ate and Geralt wondered idly who the bartender served in place of the man he knew couldn’t be there. 

Geralt had thought the hallucination would be gone in the morning, but the vision of Jaskier was standing by Roach the next day, a travel bag over one shoulder. Okay, Geralt’s brain was in it for the long haul. Fine, but there had to be rules. That momentary weakness last night couldn’t happen again. He needed to get to Kaer Morhen soon if he wanted to beat the snows and there could be no distractions. So, no talking to the bard.

It was very hard not to talk to the hallucination. It traipsed and danced and prodded and teased, but when it got not even a hum in response the exhuberance dimmed. That was horrible. Geralt didn’t need the reminder that he’d hurt Jaskier’s feelings, he’d already killed him. The proof was walking right beside him.

Something in Geralt felt healed, though. It was why he didn’t try to fix this. Having Jaskier, even if it wasn’t real, was nice. He wondered what would happen if he reached out and kissed the bard. It was his hallucination after all. The thought, though, that he would reach out to Jaskier, who looked so real and alive, and feel nothing but air....Geralt would rather go through the trials again. It would be like losing Jaskier all over. 

One night, when the hallucination reached out for the instrument strung on Roach’s saddle Geralt tensed. Some part of him believed that if this shade of Jaskier was reunited with his beloved lute he’d go, dissappear and leave Geralt all alone again. He didn’t, of course. This wasn’t a spirit, Jaskier wasn’t tied to this realm by the lute. He was a figment of Geralt’s tortured mind. 

He played Toss a Coin and Her Sweet Kiss. As far as Geralt knew, Jaskier hadn’t finished the latter, but his imagination finished it anyway. It hurt to hear Jaskier singing about love unrequited, it was obviously about Yennefer but that...that wasn’t Geralt’s love. Geralt’s love had be eaten by a mountain. Red sky at dawning, Geralt had had enough of red. It didn’t put him in mind of Yennefer’s lips or of rubies or harpies or anything else, but Jaskier’s doublet, the scrap still hidden in Geralt’s bags, and some words. “See you around, Geralt”

The apparition continued to play, but Geralt turned his face away. Maybe this was torturing him for killing his only blessing. 

At the crossroads of the northern mountains Geralt paused. He had been walking besde Roach, resting her for the trek up the Killer, with Jaskier’s lute across the saddlebags and his hallucination trailing along behind. This was where Jaskier always parted from him in the autumn, and the hallucination stepped forward, reaching toward the lute on Roach’s back. Geralt felt ice down his spine. 

His hallucination was going to leave, of course it was, Geralt had never brought Jaskier to the keep, but to be there all winter without this small, fake comfort would kill him.  

Geralt wrapped his hand around the lute strap, ready to pull it from the nonexistant fingers of his dead companion. “No,” he said. 

He slung the lute over his shoulder and walked toward the Killer, praying that his failing mind wouldn’t choose now to become sane. To his relief, the hallucination followed. 

On the way to the keep the vision changed into a warmer cloak and gloves and Geralt marveled at the detail. He wondered if he wasn’t dead himself, or asleep and simply dreaming, but he kept going up the trail, hearing the crunch of Jaskier’s shiny boots on frost. The vision talked and Geralt loved its voice and cursed the sound.

Night was falling when they reached the gate of the keep, and Geralt could see three lit lanterns, one for each brother and another for Vesemir. He paused, watching the lights come closer. He drew a breath, in through his nose, smelling pine and chamomile, out through his mouth. He couldn’t let the others know. He had to pretend that the ghost of all his regrets wasn’t doggin his steps. He flexed his fingers on the strap of the lute. 

“Don’t just stand there, idiot, get in here, it’s cold,” Lambert called. Eskel smiled at Geralt and took Roach’s reigns, cooing to her as Geralt followed Vesemir and Lambert into the hall. 

The fire was lit and warmth seeped into Geralt’s numb fingers and toes. Vesemir raised an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you going to introduce your guest?”

“What?”

“Vesemir shook his head. “Gods almighty, Geralt, I didn’t raise you boys with much manners but I thought you had some.” Then Vesemir turned to where the vision of Jaskier stood. “You Geralt’s bard?” he asked.

“There’s no one there, Ves,” Geralt hazarded. 

Vesemir scowled at him. “Stupid prank to play on your old teacher. Never get an apprentice, lad, they’ll take your sanity and all your time.” That last part wasn’t aimed at Geralt. It was like someone had poured fire into Geralt’s veins.

“You can see him too?” he asked, quietly. 

“What game are you--” Vesemir began, but Jaskier’s eyes had gone soft with understanding.

“Oh, Geralt,” he whispered. 

Geralt stretched out one shaking hand and caressed his bard’s chilly cheek. Jaskier leaned his face into it and brushed a kiss against the palm. “I’m so sorry, dear heart,” he said, stepping closer to Geralt and wrapping his arms around his neck. “I should have known something was off.”

“You were dead,” Geralt said into the crook of his neck. “There was blood and your doublet was shredded, and you left your lute behind.” 

“You truly thought...all this time? Geralt, I thought you knew,” Jaskier said, warm breath brushing Geralt’s ear. To his surprise, Geralt was crying, tiny, bare tears and shoulders shaking. 

“Knew you were alive?”

“That too, but dearest, I’m a changeling, on the mountain I...I was so sad I just wanted to run away, and I was so tired, so I became a wolf.”

“Changeling...you’re fae?”

“Only half,” Jaskier said. “Or less, I’m not sure, but I can change into all the animal of the forest.”

“You never have.”

“It’s a painful feeling and you can’t play a lute with wings or paws but I was overwhelmed so I just...oh darling I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to think--”

“I smelled blood.”

“My boots, you told me to buy the practical ones, but I didn’t listen.”

Geralt pressed his forehead against Jaskier’s and felt the warmth of him. “You’re alive,” he said. “You’re real and you’re alive.”

“You thought all this time I was a ghost?”

“A hallucination,” Geralt said. “A good dream, or torture for killing my...”

“Killing your what, darling?” 

“Killing my love. Letting my greatest blessing be taken from my hands. I thought it was penance, my love.”

Jaskier leaned in and kissed Geralt softly. His lips were soft and perfect and too chapped to be a dream. His breath tasted like the jerky they’d eaten on the trail and it was real. When he pulled away Geralt leaned back in and kissed him again. 

“Nothing I said on the mountain was true,” he mumbled against dry lips. “Not a word. I love you more than life itself.”

“I love you too,” Jaskier said. “And I won’t leave again, not even if you tell me to.”

“I won’t,” Geralt said. “Never again.”

[nanagoswife]

Une Danse d'Amour Inconscient

A request by @generousrunawaydonut

Summary: You and Obi-Wan are forced to go undercover as a couple and he can no longer hide how he feels.

W/C: 3.3k

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, angst, mainly fluff

A/N: Title translation (from French): A Dance of Unconscious Love

No I didn't use French because I'm Canadian (okay maybe a little because I was forced to learn it). Either way, this was a fun request to write. I may write a different version of this, but I'm not quite sure. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy (sorry if there's some rough areas)

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If he were to say that he wasn’t nervous for the night ahead, he’d be lying. Usually, a mission like this wouldn’t be a problem. He was to go undercover and attend a Republic Senate gathering.

Going under cover wasn’t usually necessary, but there was a life at stake. Your life. Then, there was the way the two of you had to do this.

You were known as one of the most well-spoken senators in the whole of the Republic. It wasn’t a shock with how both you and the senator from Naboo got along. The two of you were a united front on every issue that was addressed.

That was what you were going to do, but you were a target tonight. Obi-Wan had been assigned to protect you during this event with one condition that bothered both of you in different ways. For you, the problem was that you had to be undercover. Sure, your fellow senators will know it’s you, but you needed to not draw attention tonight in your planet’s usual fashion. So, you went to Padmé.

For Obi-Wan, his issue was far different. He had known you for years and the two of you were close friends. There had been many assignments that included him having to protect you. Through these years, though, he grew to care for you more than just a friend. He was hopelessly in love with you.

Every moment with you, he felt like he was going to implode while on the outside he betrayed none of these feelings. He was only able to keep it to himself because there was no way you felt the same about him. At least he convinced himself you didn’t.

What made him nervous for the night was that, just for tonight, you had to act like you were a couple. There was so much about this that Obi-Wan was anxious about. This night could either make or break him, and he was really leaning towards the latter.

Now, he was outside of your door. Well, he was outside of Senator Amidala’s door. Either way, he felt like an idiot as he was dressed in an all black suit. The collar on his black dress shirt was a strange sensation as it rubbed along his neck, only being tightened by the bowtie underneath. He would’ve loosened it if Ahsoka hadn’t chastised him ten times for doing it before he left the temple.

Finally, taking a deep breath and pulling himself together, he knocked on the door. It didn’t take long until the door slid open. His breath hitched when he saw you. If his heart wasn’t racing before, it sure was now.

You were absolutely beautiful in the subtle but oh so elegant lavender Naboo dress. It flowed around you and he never thought you could look even more beautiful than you already were. This was not going to be an easy night for him.

For a moment, he caught a glance of Padmé who tried to hide her chuckle at his reaction. She knew him so well that, even though he hadn’t said anything to her, she knew how he felt about you. Padmé winked before going back to her own process of getting ready.

When your eyes met him, he saw as your eyes went wide. You never saw him in any clothing that wasn’t his robes or cloaks. This was something that shocked you, but there was something that was more appealing. You thought he looked more handsome than you already thought he was. His eyes seemed to be a more vibrant blue that you absolutely adored.

After he watched you survey his, well, disguise, you met his eyes and smiled. “Good evening, Master Kenobi.”

“G-Good evening, Senator Y/L/N.” His words almost caught in his throat when he replied. Where did his composure that he had worked on for so long go? He couldn’t help it as he looked into your stunning eyes.

“Senator Amidala is just finishing up. Would you like to come in for the meantime?”

“Of course.” When you turned around, he took the moment to take a few deep breaths before following. He could do this. Tonight was no different than any other day he’s spent with you. He was here to protect you and make sure that you can do your job without the usual attention from the crowd.

Before he could fully step through the door, Padmé piped up, “Oh there’s no need for you to wait for me. Master Skywalker will be here soon to escort me.”

That sentence would have bothered Obi-Wan had he not felt the way he did about you. How could he tell his padawan not to do something that he was failing to do himself?

Then, he pulled himself together again. He couldn’t let his feelings be known. It was against The Code. They were unrequited. The only love you had for him was one of a friend. One that was platonic. He was sure of it.

With that, he enabled himself to clear his mind from all of this before offering you his arm. You were a friend. A friend that, when you slipped your arm through his, brought a sensation that he wished could be a normality.

When the door had closed and the two of you made your way to the speeder that was waiting, you squeezed his arm and smiled as you looked up.

“You look great, Obi.”

“I could say the same about you, my dear. You should’ve been born on Naboo,” he said in a teasing tone to hide his true meaning.

“Are you ready to be my boyfriend for the night?” you asked with a sweet chuckle. Although he returned it with his own chuckle, his heart was threatening to sink. This was one of many instances that only further backed up his feeling that you thought of him as nothing more than a friend.

“We better start now,” he said before giving in and pressing a kiss to your temple, “in case people are already watching.”

The feeling of his lips on your skin lingered. All you could do was wish that he would do that again and again, making his way until his lips met your own. But that would never happen. He was a Jedi and he wasn’t allowed to have attachments. Besides, you were sure he wouldn’t love you in that way anyways.

Obi-Wan didn’t see the redness fill your cheeks as the two of you reached the speeder. He opened the door for you and helped you step in before closing the door.

The speeder ride over to your destination was filled with your usual conversation. It helped both of you to forget about your feelings for a bit. When you had landed, he once again came around and opened the door for you to step out.

Thanking him, he offered you his arm again. “Shall we begin the charade?”

With a smile that hid the feeling of sadness that flowed through you, you nodded and once again looped your arm through his. It was a comfort you never knew you needed until now.

The walk to the event room was silent as the two of you prepared yourselves. Obi-Wan was now hoping that people wouldn’t be too quick to notice you. This night was about being discreet. Anybody you would talk to tonight would know the situation. The only reason Obi-Wan was acting as your boyfriend tonight was another thing to throw people off. It was a well known fact that you weren’t romantically involved.

Once in the room, he was relieved no one took their usual notice to your arrival.

Leaning close to your ear, letting his lips just graze it, he whispered, “Are you ready?” Although this was just for show, the intimacy made you have to repress the shivers that threatened to go down your spine. Obi-Wan enjoyed the closeness, and pressed a kiss to your cheek before you nodded your affirmation.

With that, the two of you joined the crowd of people that were spread out in the room. It didn’t take long for you to start going to work. There was a new bill that was to be passed in the senate in a few days, and you were making headway. Almost everyone you talked to walked away, promising you their vote.

This only picked up once Padmé joined in not long after. It was an honour for Obi-Wan to see into your process. The majority of the time, to continue playing it up, he had an arm around your waist. He didn’t really listen to anything said, but he did memorize the determined and genuine expression on your face as you and your friend talked to one senator after another.

Eventually, Obi-Wan had to separate from you. He needed a drink, but you were still in a conversation. Anakin was nearby and he told his old master that everything would be alright while he was gone.

So, Obi-Wan was leaning against the bar. There was so much running through his mind, but he couldn’t help but love what tonight has been like. He was showing you how he really felt without you knowing it. If he were being honest, he was surprised that you didn’t question how open he was for showing the moments of affection. Tonight, he felt like the two of you really were a couple and it wasn’t frowned upon. This is what felt natural.

Bringing his glass to his lips, he smiled at the thought. He knew that you didn’t love him like he did you, but, if this was all he could get, he would take it.

“Is being away from me that relieving?” you asked from beside him, slightly startling him at the same time. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t noticed you even approaching. Yet, he smiled as he met your eyes.

“On the contrary, my dear. I was relishing in the thought of your many victories of the night.”

He raised his eyebrows playfully and you couldn’t help but chuckle. The sound was always music to his ears. There was no sound more wonderful and comforting.

“Speaking of which, did you manage to snag another one?”

Your smile slightly faded as you looked down. “Unfortunately, no. No matter how much I tried to make him see from multiple points of views, he was too rooted in his own.”

“I’m sorry, darling.” The endearment made your smile reappear.

“Either way, we have plenty of votes and so many others have set out on helping our campaign. Padmé said it was time for a break, so she went off with Anakin and I came to find you.” The tone of your voice was supposed to be slightly teasing, but it didn’t come out like that.

Obi-Wan didn’t notice. He didn’t notice because it was something he was inexperienced with. The hints that so many others would pick up in an instant were foreign to the man you were hopelessly in love with. Out of the entire galaxy, you had to go and fall in love with the man you were sure wouldn’t love you back. Or, at least, wasn’t allowed to love you back.

Instead of meeting one another’s eyes, you both looked out at the dance floor. You both caught sight of the Naboo senator and Obi-Wan’s former padawan. The two of them seemed to be in deep conversation as they danced together. Watching the two of them, there was no doubt that they were deeply in love with the other. It was something that you constantly had to talk Obi-Wan through so that he didn’t say something wrong.

Looking out at them was actually sweet. Padmé had confessed her love for Anakin to you. She even pointed out how you and Obi-Wan had seemed close as well. That conversation led to empty bottles of wine and your friend holding you as she handed tissue after tissue.

Now, you looked out at the couple and you couldn’t help but think back to moments with Obi-Wan. Padmé tried to insist that your feelings were reciprocated, but you couldn’t think of a single moment that showed that. Now, you did.

It gave you an idea.

“Would you care to dance?”

When you looked back towards him, he looked uncertain. Clearly forgetting why they are in this situation.

“Come on, Obi. It would look bad if my boyfriend refuses to dance with me,” you said with a teasing tone to lighten the mood.

“Oh, alright.” If he were being honest, he wouldn’t have said no even if he wasn’t pretending tonight. Not only that, but he could never bring himself to say no when you called him Obi. It only shattered any restraint he had. Every. Single. Time.

Putting his drink down, he offered his hand to you. When slid your hand into his calloused one, there was a comfort that filled both of you as he led you to the dance floor. He made sure to be closer to the middle both for protection and so that, in a way, the two of you had more privacy. He didn’t want prying eyes watching as he was sure that he would soon crumble the longer he looked into your eyes.

Once he found a place that he liked, he stepped up in front of you and kept his eyes on yours, placing his free hand on your waist. When you placed your other hand on his shoulder, you stepped closer to him. The close contact was driving you both insane.

With ease, Obi-Wan led you as the two of you moved together. He didn’t dare break eye contact with you as you moved perfectly as one. Your own eyes were shining as you smiled up at him. He was smiling back, and as the moment continued, his will to keep everything in was slowly shattering. For the briefest moment, he considered leaving as he was scared that he actually would let it out. There was no way he was leaving you, though.

He pulled you closer by your waist. If he needed to, he could use the excuse of the situation, but he didn’t need to. His heart seemed to swell as it picked up speed for the hundredth time that night as he watched your eyes only soften at the action. He was sure you could probably feel how it was threatening to hammer its way out of his chest.

Truth was, you could feel it, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel yours. It gave you a strange reassurance as there was also something in his eyes that you could see that finally, after years, had given it away.

With the hand on his shoulder, you moved it to rest on his cheek. He ever so subtly leaned into your palm, making you giggle lightly at the ticklish sensation of his scruff, and his will completely shattered.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice catching in his throat.

“Yes, Obi?”

“I need to tell you something,” he started then began to ramble, “and I’m sure you probably don’t feel the same way and I want you to know it’s fine. I just need to get it off of my shoulders and I know it’s against The Code and I will understand if you want someone else-”

“Obi,” you cut him off, slightly chuckling at his ramble. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be fine.”

You began to trace small circles on his cheek with your thumb. You were sure you knew what was coming, but you still thought that maybe it wasn’t. Could this really be happening?

“I- You are the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. Despite my best efforts, you became more than a friend to me,” he said with a slightly shaky voice.

Your heart was swelling with pure happiness. This was exactly what you thought he never felt. It was what you thought he would forever keep quiet.

“I love you, darling. I love you so much it hurts. It hurts because I’ve always felt like you don’t feel the same.” He stopped the dance and just focused on you; focused on the feeling of your hand on his bearded cheek. “But I think I may have been mistaken.”

The smile on your face only grew as happy tears filled your eyes.

“Apparently, I was too.”

Confusion crossed his features, bringing out the adorable little crease in between his eyebrows.

“I thought that I was the one who had unrequited feelings, Obi. I thought that I was the one who was unbearably in love with you.”

Finally, a smile appeared on his face. The hand that held yours brought your hands to his lips. This time, you didn’t push the chill away, but let it make its way up your arm and down your back.

Then, he pulled you even closer while letting go of your hand. You were about to be upset about its loss until he placed his calloused hand gently on your cheek.

“I love you, Obi,” you almost whispered.

Slowly, he leaned in closer. When he spoke, his nose was gently nuzzling yours and his lips hovered over yours, “I love you too, my darling.”

And finally, the one thing you’ve dreamed of for years finally became reality. His lips met yours, soft and sweet, just like you imagined. And the one thing that he had only imagined, that you now acted on, was moving your hand into his hair.

The sensation was a relief to you both. You enjoyed the feeling of the soft strands as he loved how you lightly tugged at them. It increased the passion behind the kiss as you relished in the moment. This would probably be the last time the two of you could do this in public and have an excuse. So, you both took advantage of it while you could.

When the two of you parted, you rested against the others’ forehead. Smiles were plastered on your faces and you both believed that nothing could wipe them from your faces. Not in this moment. Not when the two of you loved each other and finally knew it.

“How much longer until you need to go back?” Obi-Wan asked quietly, a little breathily as he was still catching his breath. You knew that you should go back and get more votes, but you wanted to stay in this moment. You wanted to stay with him on the one night you were open to love him the way you wanted to.

“Soon. But, I have a plan.”

“Do you now?” he said in a playful tone, raising an eyebrow, still not separating from you.

Chuckling, you nodded against him, “Stay with me while I campaign a bit longer. Then, after, we could have the rest of the night to ourselves.”

“I like the sound of that.” With that, he kissed you again, lips lingering against yours in a quiet, peaceful moment.

“Ahem,” you heard someone clear their throat. Startled, the two of you pulled your lips away as you looked over. It was Padmé who wore a knowing smile. A quick glance and Anakin was not far with his own smirk directed mainly at his master. “We should get back to mingling.”

She winked and walked away with Anakin not far behind.

The two of you looked back at each other and couldn’t help but chuckle. There was no way you were going to live this down. But, you didn’t care. The two of you had more important things to think about. The top of that list, how the two of you would go about the rest of this night. Together.

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Runaway: A Teenage Dream alternative version

Hi! Well, I know a lot of you guys have been requesting me a part 2 of Teenage Dream (And it will come soon), but I simply had this idea. I was been addicted to daydreaming playlists on YouTube lately, and I found one who let me pretty inspired. All the links will be in the fic.

Notes: This is not Part 2 of Teenage Dream. It's just an alternative version, okay?

Derek just found a playlist on YouTube that shows him his soulmate from a faraway dimension: you. Now, he is determined to bring you to him. Word count: 1.712 Pairings: Different Dimension!Reader x Derek; Contain: It's pretty romantic, I guess; AU Soulmate Warnings: SONGFIC!!; English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language Teenage Dream one-shot TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

It was a cold and rainy night. Stiles and Scott just came out of Derek's loft. It was complicated to deal with them sometimes, with all that teenage stubbornness and stupidity in supernatural stuff. Without mention of the troubles they caused to Derek. Come on, they made him a wanted criminal!

His life is reduced to run away from some kind of threat to keep his survival. Derek was an eternal runaway, and he was starting to get tired of this shit. He can't even remember what home is anymore or how it is to not fear for his own life. Peace was an unknown thing for him.

Derek approaches his laptop on the table - where Scott was before. The werewolf sat on the chair in front of it, ready to turn it off, but he sees something that catches his attention. YouTube was open and in the video suggestions was a video called "a playlist for your soulmate in a faraway reality".

Well... Daydreaming playlists wasn't his thing. However, he was curious and tired. If that playlist would make him calm his nerves and relax, he would listen to it.

Derek clicks on it, and the first song fills the room: Runaway, by Aurora.

I was listenin' to the ocean I saw a face in the sand But when I picked it up Then it vanished away from my hands, down

Tired, Derek stands up from the chair and lays down on the couch. He closes his eyes, just feeling the music and all the stress running away from his body. The music, the rain outside... Yeah, it was comfy. It was... good.

I had a dream I was seven Climbing my way in a tree I saw a piece of heaven Waiting, impatient, for me, down

There, with his closed eyes, he just could hear that song and the rain outside. Suddenly the rain stops, and the music is the only sound that fills the room. The last Hale opens his eyes and finds out different things at his loft: He can't see anything outside. Everything was dark there. His loft was dark too, with weak lights and several light particles floating around the room.

What the hell?

And I was running far away Would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows, nobody knows And I was dancing in the rain I felt alive and I can't complain

It was like his loft was moved to a different place. Even with all his knowledge about the supernatural, that kind of phenomenon was new to him. He never heard anything that could seem like that. Suddenly, Derek heard a female voice singing with the music.

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore

A cloud of golden dust started to unite at a specific point of the room, and you start to taking form. You were distracted, sitting in a chair with a book in your hands and a laptop close to you. When Derek stares at your laptop, he sees the exact same playlist he was hearing. Sure! Certainly was something pretty weird with that playlist. It was showing him you, a girl he never saw before. You were translucid, almost shining gold. And you were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

It was love at first sight.

I was painting a picture The picture was a painting of you And for a moment I thought you were here But then again, it wasn't true, down

You look up from the book with wide eyes, scared. Your eyes run to the playlist on your laptop. Well, you and Derek connected the dots on your minds before staring at each other again. Seems like the playlist in fact showed your soulmate from a different reality. A faraway one. You gave him a smile, and he gave it back to you.

"Can you hear me?" You said, looking at him.

"Yeah. Can you hear me?"

"Yeah!"

And all this time I have been lying Oh, lying in secret to myself I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf

Derek gave a step forward to you, memorizing each detail of you.

"What's your name?"

"(Y/N). Yours?"

"Derek."

Your eyes got widen again. Oh, holy crap.

"Hale?" You asked in urgency. He looks at you, surprised.

"Yeah. Do you know me?"

"You are one of my favorite fictional characters. You are literally part of my teenage."

Oh, wow. So, he was a fictional character in another reality! It was creepy and funny at the same time. Derek stares at the laptop of yours, looking at the title of that playlist.

A playlist for your soulmate in a far-away reality.

Hm. He stares at you.

"So..." Derek cross his arms in front of his chest, looking at you "Seems like the part of your teenage is your soulmate in a far-away reality. Do you think this is accurate? Because I think it is."

You felt your cheeks burning, and your stomach froze.

"I think it sounds right."

And I was running far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, nobody knows

And I was dancing in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain

You gave him a smile, the most beautiful one he had ever seen. Wanting to feel your skin, Derek reaches out his hand on yours, trying to touch you. However, his fingers pass over on your skin. He can't touch you. Upset, he let out a long sigh.

"I think you're too far away."

You are upset as well. You always felt things when you looked at him on your TV, but you always thought it was just a crush that everyone has in some fictional characters. But now you know that, no, it wasn't just a silly crush on a fictional character. Deep in your subconscious, you knew he was destined for you.

"What can we do to solve this?"

"I don't know, but I'll find a way."

Derek looked at each book and talked to every witch he knew. He heard an ancient legend with one of them, that said that, sometimes, the universe opens a bridge to different dimensions. Many werewolves find out their soulmate this way. That playlist was a cosmic event, the universe trying to unite two lost souls.

Then, he finally found a book. An ancient and rare one.

He almost didn't sleep lately. Eager to stay with you, Derek couldn't help but translate each page until he finally could find a way to bring you to him. Sometimes, he was listening to that playlist on YouTube just to see you. You were almost melting in pure love just seeing how hard he was working to stay with you. Runaway by Aurora was filling the loft.

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore But I kept running for a soft place to fall And I kept running for a soft place to fall

"Do you found out something?" You asked, looking at him with your eyes full of hope. Runaway by Aurora was filling the loft.

Derek denied, flustred.

"Nothing yet."

"Maybe It's impossible..."

He swallowed hard. Stubborn, he denied. He can't believe it was impossible. There's a way, and he was sure about it! It should have.

"No. It should have a way to bring you."

There, sat at his chair and translating that book, Derek was determined. He simply can't lose you, his peace point. He belongs to you.

And I was running far away Would I run off the world someday?

And then, Derek finally found it! Seems like a simple spell to him. All he needs to do is to pronounce the words with the bridge - which means the playlist - open. He looks at you with a shine of hope in his eyes.

"I think I found it."

Oh Gosh. You felt your stomach froze in anxiety.

"Are you sure?"

"It's my best bet." His green eyes stare at you. "Are you sure you want to stay here? With me?"

You gave him a gentle smile while holds your own hands, playing with your fingers.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm just tired of running from all the shit around here."

He gave you a smile as well. Derek knew that feeling. Hoping that the spell works, he stands up from his chair with the book in his hand. With the best Latin he knows, he pronounces the words of the spell, and you feel shivers all around your body. The sparkly dust seems to be sparkly and luminous than ever, and the darkness outside gives place to the view of the streets.

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go

Your body was losing the golden shine, and stepwise the natural tones of your skin were being revealed. Derek's loft was showing itself for you, and you felt your body starting to get warm again. And, done: You was now at his loft. Physically. His voice got silenced, and the only sound you could listen to was Aurora's voice on Runaway.

Derek couldn't believe you were really there, in front of him. Almost without air on his lungs, he put the book on the table and reaches his hand on yours. A large smile was born on his lips when he felt your skin. You felt your cheeks burning at his touch. Wow. You can't believe this!

He pulls you close to him by embracing your waist, and all you could do is smile. You rest one of your hands on his chest while the other one gives him a gentle caress on his face. Without contain himself anymore, Derek puts a soft kiss on your lips. And it felt so right.

It felt like the place where he belongs to.

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How Timothée Chalamet Channeled The Blockbuster Pressure of Leading Denis Villeneuve’s ‘Dune’ Back Into His Role – Venice Q&A

DEADLINE: In a few days Dune will premiere at the Venice Film Festival. You first met Denis Villeneuve about the role in May 2018 and started shooting in the early half of 2019. It was always going to be a long journey, but the pandemic stretched it even further. How does it feel to have finally arrived at this moment?

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET: You know, I like to think that with every film I’ve done, whether it’s Call Me by Your Name or Beautiful Boy, The King, or Little Women, the character you play is almost a piece of your flesh. And that’s always true, but simply from the perspective of how long the shoot for Dune was, and also the arc that Paul Atreides is on, as well as the huge love and almost biblical connection that so many people have for the book and the original film, it really felt… tectonic, if that’s the right word for it. Just getting to this finish line feels like: phew.

And independent of what the film is now, and what it has become, the experience of making it was I was put in such a safe environment, which you can never take for granted as a human, as an actor, but especially when you’re just starting your career, and when this is the first film of this size you’ve ever done.

To get to work with Denis on it, to get to work with someone of his caliber, let alone on a book that he considers the book of his youth and one of the things he has connected to the most… When he would have it in his hands on set, his body language would become that of a fan; of a kid who had fallen in love with the book at home in Montreal. And when all the kids around him were wearing hockey jerseys with their favorite players’ names on the back, this was a kid wearing a jersey that said ‘Spielberg’ on the back.

For it all to come together, especially with the added challenge of the pandemic, it has all combined to make this moment feel especially spicy [laughs].

DEADLINE: The entire ensemble will show up in Venice.

CHALAMET: Right. And I just can’t believe it; Jason Momoa has the number one film on Netflix right now with Sweet Girl, which I just watched. And since we shot, Zendaya has had all this success with Euphoria and Malcolm & Marie. Just to be part of this cast, period, let alone as one of the title characters, it’s really the shit you dream of.

And let me not forget, too—and I know I’ve told you this before—that The Dark Knight was the movie that made me want to act. That movie had a score by Hans Zimmer, and he has done the score for Dune. And it’s almost not what you’d think. It’s totally appropriate and excellent for the movie, but he has somehow managed to do something subversive, in my opinion. It’s a pinch-me moment all over.

DEADLINE: So, take me back to the start. Is it true you had a Google alert set up to track the latest news on this project before you were ever cast?

CHALAMET: Yeah, it’s true [laughs]. Not right away—Legendary had the rights and was developing it—but as soon as Denis got involved, I set up a Google alert and that’s when I got the book.

In total honesty, I think my understanding of Dune at that point was from a graphic novel I’d seen at Midtown Comics when I was shopping for Yu-Gi-Oh! cards when I was about 10. The year you and I first met, when I was there at Deadline Contenders with Call Me by Your Name, that would have been 2017 or early 2018, and Denis was there with Blade Runner. I remember I was trying to put myself in front of him as much as possible and set up a meeting with him. We had a night at the BAFTA where one of my good friends, Stéphane Bak—who’s also an actor—saw Denis across the room and was like, “Hey buddy, he’s right over there.” So, we went over to talk to him. I kept trying to put myself in front of him, but I didn’t really get a sense of the possibility [of working with him].

I was about halfway through the book when I got the call that he was going to be the president of the jury at the Cannes Film Festival, and I was in London prepping The King. He asked me if I could come out there, so I quickly busted through the second half of the book as best I could. So, like, the first half of my copy is properly annotated and full of my thoughts, and then the second half I just raced through. And then I had that meeting with him, and it was such a joy.

I’m struggling with this even now, as I’m working with Paul King [on Wonka], because he’s another guy I have huge respect and admiration for, and it’s hard to feel on a level. Not that you ever are, because as an actor you’re a cog in the machine, and you’ve got to be humble to the vision of the director. But with Denis, he was pacing around the room, throwing ideas around, in some fancy suite in Cannes, and all I could think was that a year before I was just sat on a stoop on 9th Street in the East Village or something.

DEADLINE: Was that your first time in Cannes?

CHALAMET: Yeah. Well, bizarrely, my sister would do dance camps growing up. Ballet intensive programs in a town called Mougins, which is nearby Cannes, so I spent a lot of time there growing up, but never during the festival, and not on the Riviera. To get to be there for the festival was just nuts. I went to see the Romain Gavras movie, I think, and it was just a huge joy.

I got attached [to the role in Dune] a couple of months after that, and it was nerve-wracking from the announcement, because like I said before, the fans of the book, and the fans of David Lynch version, the computer game, and everything, there’s so much love and strength of feeling. And so much of our pop culture and films and books have been derived from Dune, and all the philosophy the book. I’ve been shocked to learn how many people have a next-level connection to the book. I compare it to how our generation grew up with Harry Potter, and that one makes sense to me. But it’s cool to see with Dune also, when you actually sit down and read it… It’s not that it’s a quote-unquote “hard read” or anything, but it’s not made to be consumed easily, I think that’s fair to say.

So, I was grateful to be working on something of this size not only with Denis Villeneuve leading it, who between Polytechnique, Incendies and Prisoners had nailed the smaller indie film across languages, and then had nailed Arrival and Blade Runner, but who, in his own words, he didn’t feel he’d made his greatest film yet. But also, to be working with this cast. I don’t know if there’s some nightmare version of a film where a young lead is not supported by the rest of his cast, where every one of them had been the leads in their own huge projects. But on this, everyone was there to support, and I think it’s because we all wanted to be foot soldiers for Denis, and I think we understood the potential, based on the script by Eric Roth, Jon Spaihts and Denis, that this could be something really special.

DEADLINE: I don’t have a connection to Dune; this movie is really my first experience of the story. What strikes me is this is clearly an enormous universe—a broad canvas being painted with various families and factions and politics and mythos—but that ultimately it comes down to very elemental, human themes, and we feel them through this character you play, Paul Atreides. Did those themes help ground the experience for you?

CHALAMET: Yes, and I would give the credit entirely to Denis. He would constantly say on set that he had some opposing drumbeat or something. In my diminished intellectual standing, I didn’t understand it, but it was like some vision for the movie based on how biblical the book is that tries to tackle so much that it doesn’t tackle anything. I think he felt the need to be close to a character in it, and Paul is that guy in the book. He’s a character that is still in formation, like a lump of clay, which makes him a great figure for the audience to mirror off.

It speaks, I think, to Denis’ premonition and his directing ability that there were times when we’d move on from a shot or move on from a scene, and I swear, literally, we’d go back because Denis wanted to get something over my shoulder, or push in on my reaction, just to make sure [it stayed on Paul].

And again, it’s something where I’m pinching myself. I had the best time on Interstellar, and that was one of my favorite films I’ve ever worked on, but it was very much something where I was aware of when I had the opportunity to do real acting. And on a movie like Dune, again, one could think it would get lost in the scale and scope. But I felt every day like my plate was full.

DEADLINE: One of those themes is fear, and Paul must overcome his to become the person he needs to be. When you are number one on the call sheet on a project of this scale, and the cast list reads like an address book of Hollywood in the 21st century, and Legendary has injected hundreds of millions of dollars into this production, and it’s all falling on your shoulders, I have to imagine fear is a theme you can readily relate to.

CHALAMET: Oh yeah, and they can bleed into each other for sure—not to diminish the other work that goes in. It’s great when your life experience can inform the role. That’s not at all to say I’m on some crusade in the universe or anything, but definitely… And I had that same good fortune with The King I think. My life is not nearly as significant or as exciting as Paul or Prince Hal, but we all share an unwitting needle in the haystack feeling. On The King that feeling was because I was so new to having a career. On Dune it’s because of, as you say, just feeling the pressure of the hugeness of the project in all those different ways. Those things can absolutely inform each other.

And then there are the moments of glee that come, too, like seeing Jason Momoa running at you at a hundred miles an hour, or just getting to shoot the shit with Josh Brolin, or getting to do a scene with Oscar Isaac. I felt so supported, whether it was Rebecca Fergusson or Charlotte Rampling. When Zendaya came, it was a total breath of fresh air, and she’s one of my favorite parts of the movie. I just got really lucky, and I can’t wait to see them all in Venice.

Denis split the book in half, and the hope is a second movie will get a greenlight. That’d expand Zendaya’s role in the story.

CHALAMET: Definitely, Chani will play a huge role in the next film. I don’t know if there’s a script yet, but just based on the book, along with Lady Jessica [Rebecca Fergusson], they have a lot to do together, let’s put it like that. And Zendaya was incredible in this movie; the moment she pulls the mask down, it felt properly showstopping and powerful. I was hiding behind the camera, counting my lucky starts, because I was there in month two of the shoot and here was a total powerhouse just coming in for the first time.

And as I said before, this was before I’d seen Euphoria and Malcolm & Marie. She’s doing such incredible work and is just trailblazing her own path, and she’s so, so cool. She also happens to be in the most-watched trailer of the moment, too, for Spider-Man: No Way Home. I cannot wait for that movie, and I was there, by the way, with everybody else, clicking through the trailer frame by frame looking for clues [laughs].

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That’s One Hell of a Resume

{Set during the Harvest Moon Festival competitions}

~*~

To  Blitzø’s great surprise, the Harvest Moon Festival was actually turning out to not be a fuck fest invite after all.

He honestly hadn’t been sure when the games initially kicked off.  The horde of imps that had come to compete for the title of “the roughest, toughest, bastard in Wrath” had a proclivity for violence that could easily--and not inaccurately--be described as a passion.  Then of course there was Stolas, watching him thirstily from atop his fancy seat underneath his fancy tent, cooing and cheering out “Blitzyyyyy!!'' at every opportunity he got to speak.  Yet the honored owl prince somehow still managed to keep his pants on throughout each and every event--and even more impressively managed to keep his degrading sweet talk void of any sexual obscenities.  He hadn’t even been able to manage that much on a day trip to a theme park with his daughter.  Yet somehow...this wasn’t even the best part of the festival to  Blitzø.  It was up there to be sure, but it wasn’t the toppiest top.  The “dom of the disco”**, if you will.  

No, the BEST part of the festival--and the thing that kept the imp grinning from ear to ear throughout the entire competition--was that this honkytonk battle royale was shaping up to be the perfect opportunity to show off and be recognized for just how much of a boss-ass bitch Blitz actually was: 2nd to absolutely fucking none.

Well...maybe with ONE slight exception.

“I gotta say, you just keep on impressin’ me every chance you get,” that one slight exception said with a smirk, the tip of his tail flicking forward into a small curl.  “No wonder your killin’ biz is so successful.  You do every kill single-handed there, Boss Man?” The two were standing off on the sidelines together during one of the many interims inbetween contests, where the first round winners had already secured their victories and now were stuck watching the remaining shitty losers battle it out to find out which of them would end up being the absolute shittiest loser.  It was taking a stupidly long-ass time, a hell of a lot longer than  Blitzø would’ve normally had the patience for, but with his present company leaning up against the bleacher stands like that.....there were definitely worse ways he could be spending his down time right now.

“Nah,” he answered with a small flick of his wrist, gesturing vaguely in the general direction of where he’d last seen Moxxie getting his ass kicked and Millie sitting in the stands watching it happen.  “I know he’s not doing a great job of showing it right now--” he said just as Moxxie got elbow dropped by a shark “--but Moxxie’s not completely useless.  He did get me shot on a job once while he was in the middle of being a little bitch, but as soon as he finally found his balls again, he got things back under control pretty fast.  And Millie’s just a straight up badass.  If her parents had allowed her to play in the games, you’d have gotten your ass handed to you three rounds ago.”

“That so?” Striker���s lips drew back into a slight smirk, just enough for the light to catch on the very tip of his fanged gold tooth.  “Because I seem to remember a certain someone else bein’ the one to get themselves all roped up in a hogtie about three rounds ago.”  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but it sounds like complete bullshit.”

“That’s kinda what I was thinkin’ myself to be honest after that first relay run--” Those snake-like eyes raked in every inch of Blitz’s annoyed face, feeling the corners of his own pleasantly sting as his grin spread even wider. “Right up ‘til I saw some o’that nice red color risin’ up in their face--”

“IT’S HOT--THERE ARE FUCKING VOLCANOES NEARBY OKAY!!” Blitz realized, very quickly, just how loud and defensive those words sounded, but he also realized just as quickly that there wasn’t anything he could do to take them back now.  Instead, he straightened himself up, cleared his throat, pretended that there wasn’t some of ‘that nice red color’ in his face now, and said in what he thought was a much more nonchalant voice, “Anyway, I’m starving, and since these last few dipshits are taking forever to get their asses kicked, I’m gonna go find something deep-fried to shove down my throat.  Catch you at the awards ceremony or whatever the fuck they do around here to finish themselves off.”

The I.M.P. Head made it a grand total of two steps before the unmistakable crunch of boots sounded behind him, followed by a faint scoff of a laugh and the distinct rattling of a tail as Striker joined him at his side.  

“There’s a whole row of food stands back there behind the stage,” he said with a nod, meeting  Blitzø’s stride and starting to veer them off in that direction.  “And now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind grabbin’ a bite.  Besides--I feel like I might owe you one for bringin’ up such a tender subject.”

The unrepentant but non-malicious smirk he sent Blitz’s way wasn’t at all softened by the wink that accompanied it, but it somehow brought a slight smile to the smaller imp’s lips all the same.

“You got fucking lucky and that was it,” Blitz insisted with a sharp flick of his tail, not having the faintest fucking clue why he was smiling about this in the first place but subconscioiusly hoping that swatting at Striker would be distracting enough that the taller imp wouldn’t notice.  “And besides, I could’ve gotten out of it if I had really wanted to.”

“Oh, so you wanted to be all tied up like that?”  The grin that spread across Striker’s face was even wider than the first, his razor sharp teeth now on full display. “Well now, if that’s what you were wantin’ you could’ve just asked.  I’d’ve been happy to oblige right from the start.” 

“Ha! Like I’d ever make it that easy for you,”  Blitzø retorted with a challenging grin, his eyes dancing with a truly impish gleam of delight as he and Striker rounded the stage together, his earlier thoughts of the food shacks that waited beyond almost entirely forgotten as they were overtaken by memories of their constant back-and-forth scuffle throughout the festival. “You beating me fair and square is one thing--even though you still totally just got really fucking lucky and also it definitely never even happened in the first place.  But if you were actually going to beat me...you better believe it’s not gonna happen without a fight.  I don’t just bow out like some sloppy bitch who can’t figure out where they put their car keys and has to take the walk of shame back to their shitty apartment at 4 in the morning.  If you wanna come out on top over me, you better fucking work for it.”  

The black tip of his pointed tail flicked up to poke Striker once in the center of his chest, punctuating the word ‘work’ perfectly. 

Striker’s tail, on the other hand, began to rattle.

“Yeah?” he said, his earlier easy tone starting to become weighted with something softer, but deeper.  Neither he nor  Blitzø made any indication that they were aware that he was guiding them both right on past the front of the stand that they had originally been headed toward, and instead had them disappearing into the shadows behind it. “You’re okay with not coming out on top so long as whoever does earns their place there?”

“I mean...”  Blitzø trailed off a bit as he casually leaned up against the back of the stand, folding his arms over his chest as he eyed Striker with that lingering gleam in his own gaze. “You have been able to keep up with me in all the other games...so I guess it might be possible for you to get the upper hand on me for at least one of them.”  

“Just me?”  The rattling sound intensified. 

“Well there sure as fuck wasn’t anyone else who was able to keep up,”  Blitzø rolled his eyes in annoyed exasperation at just how much everyone else truly sucked in comparison to the two of them, before he slowly looked back up at Striker--and realized that the snake-like imp was suddenly a lot closer than he’d been before.  Much closer.  

“...Striker?”

“Yeah, Blitz?”

“Please tell me we’re not actually talking about the fucking games anymore.”

A short, soft laugh was the initial answer, followed by that still rattling tail coiling around Blitz’s slender waist as Striker propped himself up on one arm against the structure behind them, his hand splayed just to the side of the crimson imp’s right cheek.  

“I haven’t been talkin’ about the games since you got me with your tail, Darlin’,” he whispered, his hooded eyes narrowing to glowing slits of pale gold as he leaned in almost close enough to touch.  “But I don’t know if there ain’t somethin’ to be said about that “fuckin’” part yet...”

Blitz’s words came back to him then, ringing in his head as clear as when he first said them: 

“...Well if you promise this isn’t some fuck fest invite...”

“.....You gonna work for it, Cowboy?” 

“Yessir, Boss Man.” 

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“So...lemme get this straight--”  Blitzø finally shifted his weight, easing it off of Striker and rolling to rest his back on whatever podunk concession stand they’d spent the last ten minutes fucking up against.  “--You tie me for first place in the games, you ride around on the most majestic fucking horse I’ve ever seen, you take down a hell hog with a single stab while completely and mercilessly humiliating one of my employees in front of his in-laws at the same fucking time, and you called me “Sir” when we first met?  AND you’re a great fuck??”

The quirked eyebrow and smug gold-toothed grin he got in reply said more than words ever could, especially when accompanied by the satisfied rattling of that long, spiked tail.

“That’s one hell of a resume you’ve got there.”  Blitzø didn’t even realize his own face had split into a grin until he saw it reflected in Striker’s eyes, hypnotized by the sheer reckless abandon he felt ignited between them.  “Want to join I.M.P.?”  

Striker couldn’t help but laugh, reaching up to adjust the brim of his hat from where Blitz’s tail had nearly knocked it off, his unwavering gaze sparking into an infernal glow.

“Tell you what,” he said, his tone a warm rumble of amusement meeting temptation.  “You and I head on back to the stage, revel in our well-deserved glory, and--once we’re satisfied it’s been rubbed into the faces of those sorry ass losers enough--I’ll head on back up to the farm and have a little talk with Miss Mildred’s folks about finishin’ things up around here for the season.  Maybe see if they can find another set of hands to join ‘em for the next one if mine are gonna be occupied with--” His hand found its way down to Blito’s face, the sharp claw-like nail of his thumb pressing under the shorter imp’s chin to tilt it up towards his own. “--other things.”

“Believe me, Cowboy,”  Blitzø’s eyes were burning, twin embers of eagerness that ran so deep he could feel the heat of it vibrating through to his very core--and his vocal chords.  “You’re not going to find a more hands-on job than the one you’re gonna get if you come and work for me.  ESPECIALLY in that order.” 

Striker’s tail snaked its way up and along past Blitz’s hip, the pointed tip flicking over his chest as it’s rattle joined in the chorus of that deep, heated purring.  

“Don’t mind if I hold you to that, Sir.”

“Oh fuck me--”

And Striker did. Again.

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Random Notes: 

**My counterpart to the phrase “the belle of the ball”--”the dom of the disco”.  I think I’m way funnier than I actually am. :D

ANYWAY tho I really hope y’all like it!!  This is the first fanfic I’ve posted anywhere publicly in a hot minute so I hope it’s not a bad kickoff to something I’m hoping to really get back into!!  I have plans to post the full fic of this--with the non-censored sex scene to my AO3 oohlala--so if that’s something you’d like to see, feel free to lemme know here and I can get right on that!!  Otherwise have a great day, thanks for reading, and if anyone wants to hit me up for some lovely BlitzStrike talks, I’m always open to messages!!

Thanks again Lovelies!! <3