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iibgdrgn · 2 months ago

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NOT A ROOKIE ANYMORE! KWON JI-YONG / M! READER

pairing: kwon ji-yong x male reader

word count: 4.4k

warnings: age gap, reader is 26

a/n: hellooo first time posting here! i'm really excited to share my works, hope you enjoy them. likes and comments are rlly appreciated. btw english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if there's any mistake!

He saw you for the first time when you were just a rookie at the agency. A skinny, quiet boy who barely spoke unless spoken to. You didn't stand out much back then, not in the way that you made people turn heads in the hallway now. You were polite, focused, and tried your best not to be a bother. He never really talked to you while you were there. That wasn't surprising. G-Dragon wasn't known for idle chatter, especially not with rookies. Everyone understood that his time was sacred, absorbed by his music. And you? You were just one of many hopefuls trying to build a name in the same building that already echoed with his. When he walked past, you and your group would line up like soldiers, bowing in sync with the well-practiced chorus. "Good morning, Mr. Kwon."you'd all say in unison. In response, he would just give a slight bow. That small gesture was enough to send your group into chaos once he was out of sight.

G-Dragon was already a star at YG at the time. He was around 29 years old, and you guys were about 18 or 19, so yeah, it was pretty normal to feel overwhelmed just by his presence.

Time moved forward, as it always does. Years passed, and your group actually found success in the industry. By 2023, G-Dragon had left the agency, leaving your group as YG's main male artist. It was strange, at first, being the ones younger trainees bowed to, watching your posters replace the ones you used to stare at. Your fifth and sixth albums did well. The fanbase grew louder, the stages got bigger. You signed a five-year contract a few months ago, keeping the group active at least until 2030. You were happy with how things were turning out. This was everything you used to dream about back when you were just a trainee. Sometimes, it felt like a dream, like one day you'd just wake up as a teenager again, dreaming of becoming the man you were now. But fortunately, that never happened. The only thing you ever woke up to was your alarm telling you it was time to head to the studio.

You weren't much of a fan of naps, sleep was never something you craved in the middle of the day. But today had been long, the gym had drained more energy than usual, and your body gave in. Just an hour, you told yourself. Just enough to recharge.

The alarm buzzed again at 8:00 p.m, dragging you reluctantly out of sleep. You lay there for a minute, still tangled in the warmth of your blanket, wishing you could ignore it. But the album was almost done, and the timeline was tight. With some luck, and a few more long nights, it'd be ready before 2024 ended.

You pulled on a hoodie and a beanie that hid your still-messy hair. The drive to YG didn't take long. It never did. That was the point. You'd picked your apartment for this exact reason, because inspiration didn't care what time it was. When a melody hit at 3 a.m., you wanted to be five minutes from a mic, not twenty. You didn't like waiting.

A few minutes later, you arrived and headed straight to the studio. Security knew you by now, so you passed through without much pause, nodding politely before heading to the elevator. The button for the sixth floor lit up under your finger, and a soft hum filled the space as the elevator began its climb.

You leaned back against the wall, eyes half-lidded, letting your mind drift over the tasks ahead. Nothing too intense tonight. Just stitching the members' vocals together, adjusting the mix so everything sat just right. It sounded actually pretty fun.

The studio was at the very end of the corridor. As you walked through the hallway, you passed BLACKPINK's dance practice room, TREASURE's, and what used to be BIGBANG's. It didn't carry a name anymore. The plaque had been removed. Now, it was just another practice room, available to whoever booked it first. You glanced at it, only briefly, and kept walking. Your own group's room came into view, but you weren't heading there tonight. That room was for choreography, and for that, you needed to finish the song first.

Three hours slipped in a blink, music always had that effect on you. When you were deep into a track, time stopped making sense. Still, your body knew what your mind refused to admit, you needed a break before the frustration took over completely.

You left the studio and headed down to the cafeteria. At this hour, it was nearly deserted, just a couple of late staff. You grabbed a coffee and a small box of milk from the fridge for your usual combo; latte. Back at the studio, you leaned against the desk, your coffee in hand. The screen still glowed with the open track, the same section playing on loop. You ignored it for now and reached for your phone as you noticed you hadn't checked Instagram in hours.

A few messages waited in your inbox, mostly from friends, or stylists sending you stuff to approve. You answered the ones that needed it, then tapped into stories. A few updates from the guys private accounts, someone out to eat, another complaining about dance practice. Then came the reels, your favorite thing. You liked one about cute bunnies eating carrots, another one with a cover of one of your group's songs. Then came the scroll. Thirty minutes disappeared like vapor, your thumb moving almost on autopilot. You didn't even realize how long you'd been lost in your phone until the room started to feel too quiet again.

Break over.

But before getting back to work, you opened the camera. Your coffee still sat on the desk, and behind it, the track was still open on the monitor. You snapped the photo, added a black-and-white filter and posted it to your story. Then, you locked your phone and pushed it face down. Time to finish the song.

Your plan to avoid stressing, to just let things flow, fell apart. Another three hours passed, but this time they were heavier, slower. The song wasn't coming together, no matter how many layers you adjusted or how many takes you revisited. Something was missing, not in the feeling, but in the structure. You isolated the rap section, played it again and again, counted every beat, scanned the waveform until your eyes blurred.

That was it. One beat missing or misplaced, either way, it threw the whole thing off. You stared at the screen, shoulders slumped. Re-recording wasn't in your plan, but now you didn't have a choice. The track wouldn't sit right until it was fixed. But your patience had long burned out. You hit save, closed the project, and leaned back in your chair.

The clock read 1:53 a.m. Your mind was fried, and you didn't want to think about the song anymore. Not tonight. So you stood, grabbed your phone, and left the studio.

The elevator dinged softly as it started descending. One floor, two floors. You leaned against the wall, shoulders slouched, thumb grazing your phone screen almost absentmindedly. You had completely forgotten about the story you'd posted earlier. The photo, that black-and-white shot of your coffee and the unfinished track, had gathered its usual storm of likes, enough answers to scroll for minutes.

But one notification made you freeze.

@ xxxibgdrgn had replied to your story.

Your stomach twisted. At first you didn't believe that was real. It had to be a fan account, you thought. But the blue check was there, the account was verified.

He didn't even follow you, you were sure of that. He had never interacted with you. Not once. Not being able to wait anymore, you tapped the notification, not really breathing.

"good taste."

That was all it said. Two words. But they came from him, G-Dragon. The idol of idols.

You stared at the message like it might disappear if you blinked too fast. The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, but you didn't move. You typed slowly. Paused. Deleted. Typed again.

"didn't think u'd even watch it. thanks tho."

And you sent it.

Then, your fingers hovered again. That reply had been polite, safe. But your thoughts were spinning too fast to stop. Your hands were already moving before your mind could fully catch up.

"kinda stuck on the track tonight. guess that coffee wasn't magic after all haha."

You hit send before you could overthink it more. The elevator doors had opened onto the lobby, and someone was waiting outside. A woman in a blazer stood there, eyebrows raised slightly, clearly wondering why you hadn't stepped out. You blinked like waking up from a trance, cheeks warming when you realized the small smile still on your face. You gave her a quick bow, muttering an apology, and stepped aside. As you slipped your phone into your pocket, you tried to school your expression, like it was no big deal. Like he was just another senior artist. Like you weren't currently texting one of the most legendary names in the industry. You wouldn't open your phone again until you were home, safe in the privacy of your living room, where you could stare at the screen in disbelief, smile and react like a complete idiot without anyone around to see it.

The parking lot was nearly empty. Only a few cars left under the flickering lights. Yours was parked right where you left it. The drive was short, just as you expected.

Inside your apartment, you dropped your keys onto the table with a soft clatter, slipped out of your sneakers, and let your bag slump beside the door. Your body headed straight for the couch before your mind even caught up. You sank into the cushions, the room dark except for the ambient glow from a streetlight filtering through the curtains.

You unlocked your phone. One message, the answer you were expecting.

"It's okay to be stuck sometimes. Keep digging."

You smiled. The words were simple, but they hit differently coming from him. You didn't even care about the text content, not really. It was the fact that it was real, a conversation between just the two of you. You stared at the screen, thumbs hovering. Then finally typed.

"noted. any recs?"

Three minutes passed. Then four. You got up, wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge just to grab a bottle of water you didn't really need. Every few seconds, you glanced back at your phone like it might light up from across the room.

Ten minutes. You gave up and turned the TV on. Some late-night drama flickered across the screen, but you weren't really watching. Your mind was elsewhere. You were halfway through considering turning everything off and going to bed when your phone buzzed on the table. Your hands moved faster than you meant them to.

"Listening to old music always work for me. Maybe start with jazz. Then go somewhere weirder."

You smiled, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You felt weirdly proud, the words felt like advice passed through some secret doorway, these were his methods, his go-to comforts, and for me reason, the idea made your chest feel a little lighter.

"thank you. i will :)"

You picked up your headphones and scrolled through your spotify library. You found a playlist, Coltrane, Davis, Baker. The soft brass tones filled your ears as you leaned back into the couch again, one hand resting on your stomach, the other still loosely holding the phone. That's when the questions came.

Why was Ji-yong texting you?

No. Mr. Kwon. G-Dragon. You corrected yourself, out of instinct.

Years ago, it would've made sense. Same agency, same building. But now? He wasn't part of YG anymore. He didn't owe you a reply, or even attention. You weren't even sure he'd ever looked directly at you when he still roamed the company halls. Back then, he hardly spoke to anyone, an untouchable figure orbiting on a higher level, unreachable even to other idols.

Did he remember you from those years? Was this some moment of nostalgia? Or was he just bored, scrolling through stories and replying on impulse?

You didn't have the answer.

But at some point, it stopped mattering.

Your thoughts blurred, softened by the music and the weight of the day. Somewhere between the second and third track, your breathing slowed. Your phone slipped from your hand, your headphones loosened and slid down to your shoulder.

The saxophone played on, a gentle lullaby for a mind still trying to understand what had just happened.

[...]

You didn't even know the reason for the party. One moment you were sprawled out on your bed, mind half-asleep, and the next, you were in the backseat of a car. Plus, you weren't alone, two of your group members tagged along, one of them being the one who actually got the invitation in the first place.

You arrived fashionably late, 1:30 a.m., to be exact, and the second you stepped inside, you understood what kind of party it was. A post-release celebration for a JYP group. You didn't recognize them at first, not by name, but the glossy poster set up by the entrance helped. You made sure to memorize a few of the members' faces, just in case you ran into them and had to offer the classic "congrats on the release" with a polite smile. Probably wouldn't happen anyway. The place was packed. Loud music, flashing colored lights, bodies moving to the beat in the center of the room while the songs of the group were being played.

You and your best friend, Yoon, gravitated toward the bar, not necessarily to drink, at least not yet, but because it was quieter there, away from the whirlwind of neon and sweaty excitement. You sat side by side, half-dancing to the rhythm as you sipped on sparkling water. Your best friend leaned his head on your shoulder with a dramatic sigh.

"Hey!" he shouted over the music, too close to your ear. "What if you text him? He's taking too loooong."

You raised an eyebrow, amused. "He's probably just late" you said, reaching for your phone anyway. He watched you like a hawk as you unlocked the screen. You opened Instagram to message the friend who was supposed to join you but hadn't shown up yet.

But the moment you opened your DMs, your friend bolted upright like he'd just been electrocuted.

"WHAT?" He said after jumping from your shoulder.

You blinked, confused and a little startled.

"What—what's wrong?"

He didn't even let you finish. He pointed a finger straight at your phone like it was a crime scene.

"YOU TALK TO G-DRAGON?!"

You froze, thumb hovering above the screen where the last messag with @ xxxibgdrgn sat quietly, far down in your inbox. Two weeks old now.

"I mean..." You shrugged, already feeling your face warm. "Yeah?"

"Yeah? Yeah?" His jaw dropped dramatically, exactly as you expected. He looked like you just told him you could time-travel. "So you're just casually dropping that you're friends with, like... a literal legend?"

"'Friends' is a stretch" you said, raising your brows. "He talked to me once."

Your friend gasped like he'd been stabbed.

"And he talked to you first?"

You looked back at your friend, trying not to smile.

"Don't make a big deal out of it."

He groaned loudly, sinking back onto his stool and running both hands through his hair. "This is—this is criminal," he muttered. "You've just been sitting on this information like it's nothing?"

You gave him a look. "What did you want me to do? Post a screenshot?"

"Yes!" he said instantly. "Wait — no. But also yes! Maybe on your private account or something! I just— how are you so calm about this?! I physically cannot not make a big deal out of it."

You laughed under your breath and slipped your phone back into your pocket. "Well, he hasn't messaged again, so maybe it wasn't a big deal."

He narrowed his eyes. "That's because you haven't messaged again."

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. He had a point.

A smug grin spread across his face. "Mhm. That's what I thought. You better send a 'hey' before someone else becomes his next muse or creative soulmate or whatever."

You rolled your eyes. "You're actually delusional."

"And you're in denial. Which makes this so much more entertaining."

You were about to answer when your phone buzzed in your hand, not a text this time, but a call. You raised your brows and showed the screen to your friend, Haeon. It was the one person missing from your golden trio.

"About time" you muttered, answering. "Where are you?"

"I think I'm lost" his voice came through, slightly muffled by the music and the unmistakable sounds of a party happening not where he was. "I ended up in some garden? There's, like... a statue of a dolphin? Or maybe it's a seal. I don't know, it's dark."

You pressed your fingers to your temple, trying not to laugh. "We're coming."

[ ... ]

You lost track of time. It had to be close to 3 a.m., maybe even later. But no one at the party seemed interested in checking the clock. The energy in the air was still alive, like it had just started an hour ago, not like people had been drinking and dancing for hours already. After finally locating your lost friend, the three of you made your way back to the bar. You didn't drink much, but enough to feel a little lighter, funnier. Your smile came easy, and your body moved without overthinking.

The three of you eventually made it to the dance floor. The music had shifted, it wasn't the JYP group's album anymore, but a mix of random tracks. You closed your eyes, letting your head move in slow circles, a grin tugging at your lips. Your friends were next to you, pulling out ridiculous, chaotic moves. You joined them, throwing your body into it, laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

"Show me what you got, show me what you got!" one of your friends shouted, pointing at the other like he was challenging him to a duel. Immediately, Haeon broke into a sloppy remix of your group's choreography. You clutched your stomach, wheezing with laughter, until he grabbed your hands and tried to get you to join in. You stumbled forward, giggling, trying to keep up. You attempted a few of the moves, but your limbs didn't fully cooperate, your balance thrown off by the drink and the sudden spotlight. You must've looked ridiculous.

That's when you heard a soft, amused laugh from nearby. Your head turned. It was a girl, unfamiliar face, but something in her energy made you instantly like her. She clapped playfully for your dancing, then gave you a slight, graceful bow.

"Can I borrow your friend?" she asked, gesturing toward the boy who still held your hand. You smiled and nodded before even thinking. She had the kind of presence people didn't say no to. You turned to your friend for confirmation, but he was already halfway through a spin, pulling her along with him. You laughed and stepped back, watching them disappear into the crowd.

You chuckled, then turned to Yoon, who was still grooving beside you.

"I wanna go to the bathroom," he said, breathless. "Wait for me, yeah?" You nodded.

Alone now, with no one to dance with, you decided it was time to rehydrate. You slipped away from the flashing lights, crossing the room until you reached the bar.

You sat at the bar, elbows resting against the cold counter. The bartender approached and you ordered a gin and tonic, something simple that wouldn't hit too hard, at least not immediately.

You took a small sip, relishing the way the cold spread across your tongue, the bitterness cutting through the heat rising in your face from all the dancing and laughing earlier. The air was cooler near the bar, a reprieve from the heat of the dance floor, and you let yourself enjoy the stillness.

And then you heard a voice.

"Good taste."

You blinked. For a second, you didn't move.

Kwon Ji-yong. You hadn’t noticed him sit down. Of course you hadn’t. He was leaning casually against the counter, a half-smile on his lips, one arm draped along the bar like he owned the space around him. Maybe he did.

He wore a loose-sleeved shirt, silky and half-unbuttoned, the light catching the fabric just right to show there was a tank top layered underneath, white, fitted. Around his neck hung a tie, barely tied, more decorative than anything. It was sky blue, with little daisy flowers printed all over it.

You found yourself staring. Too long. Way too long.

He was talking, probably, but your brain had gone momentarily blank. All you could think was that he looked like something out of a music video, and not one set in reality. Like a dream had decided to become physical. You blinked. Once. Twice. And then, finally, words stumbled out of your mouth.

"Do you only know two words or is that your thing now?" You said without thinking.

His smile didn't fade. "Depends who I'm talking to."

You laughed "I mean," you shrugged, turning toward him fully, "it was a decent opener."

He nodded once, like he already knew. "Mm. I liked it the first time," he said, his gaze steady, relaxed. "Thought I'd try it again. See if it still worked."

Then he chuckled, low and warm, shifting slightly on the barstool. One leg angled toward you now, knee brushing lightly against yours, not enough to call it a move, but enough to feel. There was no arrogance in the way he did it, no show. Just a quiet kind of presence, like he knew who he was and didn’t need to prove it. You let your eyes drift to his tie, to the small embroidered flowers dancing across the fabric. You bit the inside of your cheek, then gave in. He looked like a damn super model.

"You always dress like this at 3 a.m?"

He smirked. "Only when I think I'll meet someone worth impressing."

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling again.

"Smooth."

"I try."

And then there was silence, but not the kind that pushed people apart. The kind that asked you to stay in it. You let yourself keep looking, too long maybe, but he didn’t look away either. His gaze dropped briefly, tracing the curve of your jaw, then back up, slowly.

He leaned in just a little, not enough to close the space, just enough to make the air between you feel different.

"You know," he said, glancing down at your glass, "you've got a way of making it feel like we've done this before."

You blinked once, slowly. "Like we've met?"

He nodded, eyes still on you, soft and steady.

For a second, you didn't know what to do with that. So you brought your glass back up, hiding behind it as you took another sip, long, unhurried. The cold edge of the drink pressed against your lip, grounding you just enough to organize the words that were trying to form.

He didn't say anything else. Just waited, patient in a way most people weren't anymore. He wasn't filling the silence to make himself feel more interesting, wasn't trying to prove anything. That made you feel... strangely safe.

You lowered your glass slightly. "Actually... yeah. We did meet. Kind of."

His brows lifted, curious.

You smiled a little, more to yourself than to him. “Back when I debuted. I didn’t introduce myself or anything. I just… said hi. Maybe twice. You were always surrounded. And I looked—I looked really different.”

“How different?” he asked, low voice edged with intrigue.

“My hair was silver back then,” you said with a faint laugh. “Like, full-on mirrorball silver. I was also… skinnier. More bones than confidence. I avoided eye contact like it was radioactive.”

That smile of his grew, not wide, not flashy, just crooked and soft and real. “I remember.”

You looked up at him, a little startled. “Wait, seriously?”

He nodded again, eyes never leaving yours. “You were with your group. You all sang something for me.” A pause, then a light chuckle. “Crayon, right?”

Your jaw dropped a little. "Oh my God."

The scene crashed back into your brain like a splash of cold water, the harsh lights of the practice room, your group lined up awkwardly in front of him, voices cracking with nerves as you shouted Get your crayon! like your lives depended on it. YG had told you to do it. Said something about "earning respect the old-fashioned way."

“You’re kidding,” you whispered, half-mortified.

Ji-Yong chuckled softly. "It was cute."

You groaned, dropping your head into your hand. "YG encouraged us to serenade you. Like, seriously. Told us it might 'set the tone for our reputation.' So we just... went for it."

"I remember thinking you looked scared out of your mind," he said, amused.

"I was. I didn't even look at you."

Before he could answer, your phone buzzed sharply in your pocket, jolting you back to earth. You pulled it out with a sigh.

You snorted.

Ji-Yong raised an eyebrow. "Trouble?"

You held up the screen for him to see. "Emergency. Apparently Haeon is defending our honor with a handstand battle."

He laughed, quiet and sudden, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes crinkling. It was stupidly cute, and it made you smile too, involuntarily. “Sounds like a crisis.”

You pushed your chair back and stood, smoothing out your shirt. “I should go before someone films it and it turns into our next viral concept.”

“Could be iconic,” he teased, still grinning.

“Oh, we’d never recover,” you said with mock seriousness. Then, a little softer, “Thanks. For the drink company. And, you know, the unexpected blast of rookie-year trauma."

Ji-Yong leaned on the bar, fingers tapping lightly. “Anytime.” He gave a small, crooked smile.

You dipped your head slightly, a small, playful bow, and turned to go. You didn’t glance back right away, you made it to the edge of the crowd first. But curiosity won. You peeked.

He was still watching. Of course he was.

And when your eyes met again, his smile curved a touch more.

You didn’t wave. Didn’t say a word. But something warm nestled behind your ribs as you turned away again. Maybe that message he’d sent weeks ago wasn’t the whole story.

And then, in the corner of your eye, you spotted Haeon attempting a handstand, arms flailing, legs everywhere, before collapsing to the floor with a dramatic thud.

You sighed.

Yeah. Definitely a crisis.

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kdyq · 5 months ago

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based off of that last fic, hear me out — modern au w/ single mom!reader. she wasn't interested in dating until ambessa ofc, but then shes super nervous about ambessa finding out she has a kid, only for her to figure out ambessa does in fact have children!! and then they're kids meet n its rlly cute. bonus if reader's kid is young and ambessa takes care of them to give the reader a break or smth. like - i need ambessa reliving her infant or toddler days lol. hope this is okay to rq!!

Cheers to new beginnings

Ambessa AU! X fem!single mom AU reader

context: You a single mom meets Ambessa at an event she changes everything.

You hadn’t thought about dating in years. Between the pressure of being a single mom and your job the idea of love felt like a fever dream. You’d built a good life for yourself and your little one your days were filled with laughter bedtime stories and the occasional tantrum. But you weren’t lonely at least that’s what you told yourself.

Then Ambessa entered your life.

You met her at a fundraiser your family friend hosted but you almost didn’t attend. She’d been the keynote speaker for the fundraiser. When she introduced herself afterward you couldn’t stop staring her confident smile and the way her eyes seemed to see straight through you. By the time you left that night she’d already asked you to dinner and you’d said yes before your brain could catch up.

The dates were magical long conversations over candlelit meals make out sessions and the sense that she genuinely wanted to know you. But the fear lingered in the back of your mind. You’d been down this road before and your daughter had always been the dealbreaker. As much as you wanted to believe Ambessa was different you were terrified to find out.

One evening as you sat across from her at in her living room you decided it was time to tell her. But before you could work up the courage Ambessa leaned back in her chair a rare softness crossing her features.

“I want to share something with you” she began. Her voice usually so commanding was almost tender. “I have children.”

You blinked stunned. “You… you do?”

Ambessa smiled her gaze distant for a moment. “Two. Grown now. But I remember the chaos of their younger years well enough.” Her smile deepened as she added

“And the joy too.”

Relief flooded you and before you knew it you were telling her about your little one. Ambessa listened closely asking questions that made it clear she wasn’t just being polite she was actually interested. By the end of the night the weight on your chest had lifted and for the first time in years you felt like maybe just maybe this could work.

A few weeks later Ambessa suggested meeting your daughter. “I’d like to know the most important part of your life” she said her saying that made your heart ache in the best way. Nervous but hopeful you agreed.

The introduction happened at a park on a sunny afternoon. You watched from a bench as Ambessa approached your daughter crouching to her level and introducing herself with a warm smile. Your little one shy at first quickly warmed up to her especially after Ambessa offered to push her on the swings.

It was surreal watching someone so powerful be so sweet. you watch you giggling child around the playground her deep laugh blending with your daughter’s squeals of delight.

Later as you packed up to leave your daughter clung to Ambessa’s leg and demanded another playdate. Ambessa laughed ruffling her hair. “Anytime” she said and you knew she meant it.

One evening Ambessa insisted on giving you a break. “You deserve a night to yourself” she said firmly. Despite your protests she showed up at your door with a confident smile and a bag of toys and books she’d picked out herself.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked for the tenth time glancing nervously at your daughter who was already tugging on Ambessa’s hand.

Ambessa raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the only one who knows how to handle a toddler you know.”

You laughed “well you two have fun”

The night turned into a whirlwind of activity for Ambessa. There was a tea party complete with stuffed animal guests a dramatic retelling of The Very Hungry Caterpillar and a bath that turned into a small flood.

“Why do they make toys that squirt water?” Ambessa muttered wiping her face as your daughter giggled and splashed in the tub.

Later she found herself trying to assemble a castle out of blocks while answering rapid fire questions about her life.

“Do you have a dog?”

“No.”

“Do you like dinosaurs?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Can I have another cookie?”

“Only if you eat this carrot first.”

By the time your daughter’s eyelids started drooping Ambessa felt both exhausted and oddly happy she was on the verge of going to sleep. She carried her to bed humming a lullaby she hadn’t sung in years and stayed until the soft snores filled the room.

When you returned later that night you found Ambessa sitting on the couch your daughter fast asleep on her chest. Toys were scattered everywhere and a half eaten plate of cookies sat on the coffee table.

“She insisted on a tea party” Ambessa said softly not wanting to wake your daughter. “And then we read… I lost count of how many books.”

Your heart swelled as you took in the sight of them together. Ambessa who had always seemed so untouchable looked perfectly at home with your little girl snuggled against her.

You sat down beside them brushing a strand of hair from your daughter’s face. “Thank you” you whispered.

Ambessa met your gaze her expression warm. “For what?”

“For being here. For… everything.”

She smiled leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don’t need to thank me. This is exactly where I want to be.”

As you rested your head on her shoulder the three of you together in the quiet glow of the evening you realized you hadn’t just found love you’d found a partner. Someone who saw all of you including the parts you thought would scare her away and embraced them fully.

The future no longer felt dreadful it felt like the start of a new chapter one filled with love laughter and the family you’d always dreamed of.

“THE END”

I hope I did your request the way you wanted 🫶🏾

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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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can we pls get something fluffy w jenni based around that video of her kissing all over her dog today bc she rlly does give golden retriever gf vibes 😩

still sleeping II j.hermoso

you were peacefully sleeping, resting easy knowing you had the entire day off and with some rare storms forecast you were looking forward to lounging about watching movies and of course, enjoying a rare morning without needing to be up and about early.

though there was one teeny, not so tiny barrier to all of that which was the tall, tattooed and at times terribly annoying spaniard laid in bed beside you.

you were hoping with how late the two of you had finally gone to sleep after last nights activities, she'd share your want and desire to spend the morning wrapped up together beneath the covers.

however of course, you had no such luck.

you only stirred at first, her body shifting and pressing a little tighter into you as you exhaled and settled again, a hand slipping up your top to lay dormant against your stomach.

then came her nose, a little cold, as it tucked its way into your neck and her hand flipped, fingers tracing patterns against your skin.

next were the kisses, soft and gentle at first, her lips meeting your bare shoulder blade a few times. then they trailed upward to your collarbone, the column of your throat, your jaw.

you hummed quietly, a slight frown on your face as your shoulder bucked upward in an attempt to push her away a little, rolling onto your side and sighing, eyes still squeezed shut.

you knew jenni was awake now as she chuckled, arm tightening around your waist and pulling your back into her front as again her nose nudged its way beneath your chin.

"buenos dias preciosa." the forward cooed out softly, your eyes refusing to open as again her lips trailed across your skin, lazily kissing your neck and moving upward, a few light pecks behind your ear as you pushed her away with your shoulder.

again her laughter was soft, taller body vibrating behind you . "despierta bebé." jenni rasped, lips right against your ear now as her warm breath tickled your neck and you hummed tiredly.

"still sleeping." you warned with a mumble, unimpressed with the wake up call as sweet as she was being with her attempts. "mm really?" the girl smiled in amusement and you could feel her eyes staring at you.

"vamos despierta mi amor." jenni rasped again, peppering repeated buttefly kisses against your cheek as they warmed a little from the affection. "why." you grumbled out, eyes squeezed closed as she smiled.

"why do you think preciosa?" your girlfriend questioned back, head falling to the pillow as you sighed deeply. "i am not working out with you." you warned, a little less sleepy and a little more stern.

"but it is so much more fun with two of us amor, vamos." jenni practically purred, her large hand pressing a little more into your stomach, nails scratching lightly against the skin of your hip.

you didn't reward her with a verbal response, only shaking your head and shuffling your body away from her a little. but held tightly in one heavily tattooed arm you were pulled backward with ease.

her hand hooking beneath your back you groaned as you felt jenni hoist her body up to hover over you, one leg slotted between your own as she held herself up.

chancing opening one eye you were met with messy hair, hazel eyes and a cheeky grin, one you normally swooned for but in these current circumstances it only succeeded in worsening your grumpy mood.

"bon dia bebita!" jenni sung out with a wolfish smile, clearly now wide awake as you were quite the opposite. "still sleeping." you closed your eyes again, one hand coming up to lightly slap her cheek a couple times.

"no more sleeping." your girlfriend disagreed with a shake of her head, accent even thicker in the morning. "yes more sleeping." you spoke, jostling in an attempt to push her away but given her strong built it was a fruitless task.

"no more sleeping mi vida!" jennis body suddenly dropped, causing you to grunt quietly as her lips pressed gentle kisses all over your face. "jenni!" you whined out smacking at her bare back.

"despierta. despierta. despierta. despierta-" the striker chanted over and over, kisses raining down and the noise of her lips smacking against your skin repeatedly filling the air and you fought not to crack a smile.

growing tired and dangerously close to giving into her needs you switched tactics, hauling your own body over so you were laying on your stomach and exhaling deeply.

you felt her sit down on top of you, chuckles now proper laughter at your stubborn refusal to give into her needs. "stop!" you groaned out as her fingers poked at your sides causing you to squirm, your hand shooting out to sharply pinch her thigh.

the spaniard moving your hair to the side her hands stroked slowly down your back and you sighed a little more pleasurably at the feeling.

but it didn't last long as she ducked down, pressing kiss after kiss to your shoulder blades and the back of your neck. "mi novia, mi bebé, mi amor, mi vida, mi preciosa, mi querida-" with each kiss she mumbled something sweet, hands still stroking up and down your back causing goosebumps to prickle your skin.

"why can't we just sleep in, spend time together, don't you love me amor?" you blinked tiredly, turning your neck to the side to glance up at her. "oh no no, do not pull the do you love me card bebita!" jenni laughed with a shake of her head.

"no no no!" you protested as her fingers dug into your ribs with a twisted grin, your body writhing and bucking beneath her as she pressed herself down a little more to stop you throwing her off.

"going to get up then cari?" jenni smirked as you death rolled onto your back but somehow the girl clung on, still sat on top of you gleefully, fingers finally allowing you a moments reprise to catch your breath.

"puta." you spat with a scowl, eyebrows furrowed into a frown which jenni frankly found adorable, your eyes still a little puffy with sleep. "stop!" you finally let out a sincere laugh as she dropped down and pressed sloppy kisses against your cheeks.

"okay hermosa. no getting up for a work out." your girlfriend gave in as you sighed with relief, but you clearly hadn't understood properly. "i will work out in bed!" jenni announced happily as you raised an eyebrow and she pushed her body up to be basically planking on top of you.

"un-" the footballer did a push up, but stopped as her body pressed into you, holding herself up impressively on one hand as she tapped her lips with the other.

you quirked an eyebrow but were unable to keep the smile from your face at the mischievous twinkle in her eye, rolling your own and leaning up slightly to press a tender kiss against her lips.

"dos-" again she stopped before she'd finished the push up, your gaze roaming the muscles in her biceps she was clearly flexing for your attention, and it was working.

with another roll of your eyes you kissed her again and she pushed upwards. "tres-" again, a gentle kiss as she pushed upward and dropped again with a wolfish grin, rewarded with another kiss.

after only ten push ups your girlfriend stopped, finally rolling off of you as the two of you lay facing one another in bed, her legs nudging yours apart as her body intertwined with your own again, hands against the small of your back flushing them tightly together.

you stared into one anothers eyes, a hand caressing her strong jaw with a smile as you captured her lips with yours, teasingly tugging on her bottom lip and pulling away as her mouth chased yours again.

"jenni!" your eyes widened as with one swoop you were suddenly pinned beneath her again, this time a different sort of look in her eyes and one you recognized far too well.

the taller girl interlocked her fingers with yours, your hands pinned to the mattress either side of your head as your girlfriends cherry red lips curled into a smirk.

"there is another sort of work out we can do without getting out of bed princesa."

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orngeblossm · 9 days ago

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—AFTER HOURS

farleıgh x reader

w.c : 8,379

disclaimers: 18+, smut, nsfw, immoral tattooing, spicy, tattooartist!farleigh, edgy undertones, tattooing, drinking, brief harrassent, felix is a weirdo is this, praise kink, overstimulation, strong orgasm, squirting, temporary nickaname, heavy teasing, pining, freaky shit!

—synopsis: you have a long awaited girls night with your friends and forgot to watch your drinking. you are followed by a drunk predator before being helped by a reserved artist, wondering where the rest of the night is going to take you with him.

a/n: hi guyzz! im rlly excited for yall to read this one ..its so freaky..major disclaimer: farleigh goes by kai first as a nickname [teehee mixing universes], i do feel like this isnt some of my best writing bc of writers block but the plot is def 10/10! pls never do anything in this fanfic though bc that is unsanitary LMFAO. i rlly hope you like it! sorry for typos! all love ♡

「divider by @/cafekitsune」

it was a slow brewing saturday evening. your friends were texting the groupchat all week about going out tonight. you were excited yes, but dreading the, well, social part. you enjoyed going out and exploring new places. but god the people sometimes overwhelmed you. nonetheless, alcohol turns on that social switch in your brain. you knew you were going to be alright and have fun regardless of what happens tonight.

"ooh! im so excited [y/n]! it's been too long since you, me, and annabel have gone out!" venetia squealed as she ran past you towards the open-door bathroom. you were getting ready on venetia's bed, already dressed. you weren't one to worry about taking forever on clothes, but you did take your time on your makeup. you found your outfit the night prior, wearing black shorts, and a maroon turtleneck halter top. you went with gold accents; earrings, cuff, and a dainty necklace.

you heard the door from downstairs open and smiled, hearing annabel squealing out of excitement coming up the stairs. "[y/nnn]! are you excited?!" she giggled, plopping on the bed next to you. you share a laugh with her and swiftly move your wand away from your face as anna falls next to you.

"yes of course anna," you hummed while putting on mascara. as anna was on her phone, you noticed something on her arm, gasping.

"anna you got a tattoo?! and didnt tell anyone?" you grabbed her arm and began examining her clear fresh ink. annabel grinned like an idiot as you admired her tattoo, holding her nose up proudly.

"i kinda forgot honestly. but it's cool right?" you nodded in agreement. you loved when your friends added new body modifications. you always felt like it was accessorizing your own character.

"i got it done at saltburn tattoo parlor–" annabel started.

"thee saltburn tattoo parlor? one of the best shops in london?" venetia yelled in shock, slamming her hand on the bathroom counter. anna nodded proudly once more, giggling mischievously.

"i waited 4 months for my appointment. i wanted to get inked by the hot guy in there. his instagram page says 'inkedbykai'. he's so hot [y/n]." annabel grabbed your shoulders and shook you for the dramatics, emphasizing her attraction. you giggled as you were briefly shaken.

"how hot are we talking? because your type can be…questionable." you joked. you were being half serious though. annabel had a wild side therefore she attracted wild people. the fiery redhead cleared her throat and sat up as you began lining your lips with open ears.

"so i was with my coworkers and their friends smoking a cig right, and i heard my coworkers talk about saltburn a few times before, specifically about a certain artist." you paced a nod every moment she paused for a second. "they always mentioned how hot he was but he never really was a social one. he is one of the more popular artists in the parlor because he is so attractive. pretty brown skin, gorgeous face, the curliest hair– and of course his sexy tattoos hehe." you playfully rolled your eyes at anna's expressive motions, fully entertained for the moment.

"and he tattooed you?" almost immediately the redhead sighed loudly and dropped her shoulders.

"no. i got this other girl. she obviously did amazing but i wanted my eye candy during my appointment. it's not like i would have gotten a chance anyways since each artist has their own room they work in." anna explained and shrugged off her minor sadness.

"aw how unfortunate." you replied, tone clearly laced in sarcasm. anna smiled and pushed you lightly before hopping up to join venetia in the bathroom mirror.

"yes how unfortunate. but! the nightclub, sapphire's, is on the same block as the parlor. so maaaybe," annabel begins fixing her signature red lipstick. "he is also having a night out."

"well!" venetia huffed before smiling. "let's go see then shall we?" the three of you all shared looks before smiling big and screaming in excitement. you, venetia, and annabel choose your preferred club shoes before exiting venetia's flat.

°°°

the three of you stepped out of the cab in front of the tattoo shop. you thanked the driver before staring at the parlor. you looked to your right and saw the line for the club at the other end of the block.

"wow, they do share a block." you hummed, admiring the window art logo in black & white western bandito font. from what you could tell, they were closing soon but it looked gorgeous inside, presenting a rustic english with gothic victorian accents.

i might need to consider an appointment.

"its pretty." you said slightly lost in admiration.

"sure is, c'mon!" venetia pulled you and annabel along towards the crowd standing outside. you wondered how you were going to get in before looking at venetia wearily.

"its cool, relax. watch this," venetia tapped the security guards shoulder and there the man turned, his serious face quite literally brightening up. "heyy leo!" venetia smiled sweetly.

"hey venetia. just you and your friends? head on in." venetia kissed his cheek with a 'thank you' before pulling you and annabel inside. you giggled amongst your two friends before your jaw dropped while stepping in. techno pop music filled your ears as your eyes adjusted to the lack of clear light and to the colorful shades of blue laser lights dancing in the air.

huh ..i guess the blue color scene would make sense.

the floor glowed and flickered along with the music. the bar was lined with blue lights and he aesthetic gave a nearly cyber techno feel. dancers moved seductively on the mini stages and you laughed in shock. it was amazing in here.

"its fuckin' fabulous in here!" anna yelled through the music.

"it is! this is definitely on the list of good ones!" you replied, beginning to move to the music. venetia all of a sudden turned to face you and annabelle with shots.

"how the–!!" venetia hushed you and placed the shot in your hand. you immediately took it with no questions. you were going to have a good night tonight, so you bit back on any questions you had and just danced. venetia bought another shot for the group so you were 2 shots in on the dance floor. you grabbed your friends and began dancing, enjoying every moment. over the next 2 hours, you had downed about 6 shots overall, feeling fuzzy and light. you felt like the perfect amount of tipsy, thanking god you could hold quite a bit of alcohol. while you did feel good, you decided to take a break from the dance floor, letting venetia and anna know you were heading to the bar.

you made sure to keep venetia and annabel within your line of sight, asking the bartender for a water and a cosmopolitan on venetia's tab. the bartender immediately handed you a bottle of water and got to work on your order. you danced simply and sipped your water in your seat while watching your girlfriends dance with some guys they met. the men seemed respectful enough so you weren't worried. you thanked the bartender as you were given your other drink.

"here by yourself darlin'?" you immediately turned to your right to a tall brunette. you leaned back instinctively from the man and made sure to avoid eye contact with him. your heart echoed throughout your chest as you sipped your drink.

"no, my girls are on the dance floor." you replied plainly. you didn't particularly care to entertain sweet talkers. you weren't one for sugarcoating rejection for men, because you disliked persistence.

"oh that them eh? they're gorgeous." he commented with a chuckle.

"yeah, beautiful girl's i know." you sighed, thankful the music was loud enough.

"not as beautiful as you though. i'm felix." the man placed out his hand for you to shake only for you to just stare at it.

"and i'm not interested, sorry." you dismissed. as you took a third of your drink down the guy laughed, sucking his teeth.

"are you sure? you haven't even looked at me yet." you sighed visibly again before turning to fully face the smug looking man. he definitely wasn't your type, and his bowl hair cut was certainly unattractive.

"i'm looking, and i'm not interested." you assured firmly. you sipped two-thirds of your drink before standing and suddenly, you were regretting your purchase. you don't know why you let that man distract you as you were sipping your drink. you were anxiously sipping as felix spoke to you and you mentally smacked yourself for it. the room began to look frame by frame, the lights occupying your sight.

"woah, you want some help?" felix grabbed onto your arm to pull you in but you ripped yourself away from him, shaking your head.

"i–i'm fine.." you scoffed, stumbling back. you instinctively caught yourself and the brunette was saying something along the lines of asking if you were okay. you began to walk away from the bar and the music. you needed fresh air and needed it soon. while pushing through the small waves of bodies, the music began to drill into your head. you groaned, eyes glazing over in overstimulation.

you finally stepped outside, mumbling a 'pardon me' every few seconds. you walked down the sidewalk, hearing and feeling the music dissipate from your body. you were at the low stages of being drunk but luckily you could still fully walk and talk if you focused silently. you cool air blew against your revealed parts of your body and it calmed your senses. you then slowed your pace to a more relax drunken speed, keeping a hand on the wall as support

"hey..hey! let me help you darlin'." the brunette yelled while jogging after you. you turned your body to him, holding your hand out. you did your damndest to focus on the guy's movements, but he was less intoxicated than you, and bigger than you regarding height.

"i said– i'm fine– ..get off me.." you swatted his hand away and sped up your pace down the alleyway. but he kept close, attempting to grab your arm to stop you. you were just going to do a circle around the block, but the man suddenly pulled you violently into him. you thrashed around, swinging your arms out of defense.

"get– off of me! i don't want your hel–" you stopped short when you felt another pair of hands divide you from the brunette. you opened your eyes to another taller brunette holding felix by a fistful of his hair and by his shirt.

"she said to get off of her." the stranger repeated, shooting daggers toward felix in the orange alleyway light. you managed to see the half-lit cigarette between the man's lips, a light whiff of tobacco passing by your nose.

"okay man– okay .." felix tapped the guy's hands, signalling mercy. the stranger looked over at you, simultaneously letting felix go without breaking eye contact with yours. felix groaned from his now tender scalp and mumbled a string of curse words before walking away. your savior immediately walked up to you and gently held your arms, scanning your person.

"are you alright?" he questioned. you gazed at him silently. from what you could see under the alley light, the man was gorgeous. this had to be the guy annabel was rambling about. there was a faint smell of nicotine that passed your nostrils again when he walked up to you. you noticed his jawline and outlined coily hair.

"mmh-hm.." you managed to get out. the man sighed softly and slowly wrapped an arm around you, mumbling a 'c'mon'. you reluctantly followed though he did just save you, so you weren't particularly nervous.

"just relax okay? we're going to chill in here for a bit." your savior opened a black door to one of the buildings you two were walking behind. you followed him into the door and down the dimly lit hallway. the hallway had doors on the left and right sides. you wondered what was behind them before you noticed framed photos of people's bodies. there were huge tattoo pieces laid across them, some taking up huge portions of the body. this was the tattoo parlor annabel mentioned earlier in the day. from what you saw through the front window, the entire place was beautiful, decorated with golden framed pieces, intricately detailed vintage chairs, and older persian hall rugs. somehow, they still managed to mix modernism with it regarding the culture of the tattoo field with some edgy decor pieces like beautifully framed moths.

the man guided you to one of the open doors, revealing a beautifully expressed tattooing space. with low rnb music playing in the background, he sat you down in a chair against the wall before grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge next to you. the man kneeled down in front of you, assessing your person again. even when kneeling down, he met your eye level.

"are you hurt?" he asked. you shook your head, immediately stopping when things spun again.

"did you know him?" you shook your head again, slow this time. the man didn't push for you to talk, instead tapping the cold bottled water in your hand. you opened the bottle and sipped the beverage. as you drank, you felt the wave of nausea wear off, wishing the spinny vision went along with it.

the man opened the fridge again and grabbed a small tupperware. he opened to reveal half of a sandwich and a mixed variety of fruit on the other side of the tupperware. he set it on top of the mini fridge next to you before stepping away.

"eating will soak up the alcohol ..i'm sorry." you looked up from your lap, knitting your brows together.

"why're you sorry? you did nothing wrong.” you stated, clearing your throat quietly.

"i know, but going through that must've been terrifying." he explained. you didn't respond, sighing softly. you lifted your hand to eat a grape from the tupperware, content with the crunch it had. you began to eat the fruit quietly. the stranger took notice out of the corner of his eye, smiling ever so slightly to himself as he organized. he was stacking books, and throwing away any pieces of plastic waste that weren't already in the trash.

as you ate, you occasionally stole glances at your savior. the first thing you noticed from his height. he had to be over 180cm. he had a nice pair of shoulders on him, and god, you saw his tattoo peak from the short sleeve black t-shirt. on his left arm, it looked like the twisted tail of a snake that didn't go past his elbow. you wondered what was under that shirt. he had the curliest hair you'd ever seen, resembling small metal springs. they were so healthy.

"take a photo, it lasts way longer." the man suddenly said. his back was still turned away from you so you immediately flushed a pink, directing your attention to the container of food.

"i didn't mean to stare ..what's your name?" you began conversation to break the awkwardness in the room. the brunette sighed gently as he continued cleaning.

"i go by kai mostly. its what i'm known as around here." you arch a brow. what did he mean he 'went by kai?'.

"so it isn't your real name?" kai clenched his jaw, pursing his lips together as he continued to clean his space, wiping down the tattoo chair in the middle of the room.

"no, i don't like my real name. it’s too old-fashioned." you hummed in response before crossing your arms. curiosity was killing the cat and your head buzzed from the alcohol still occupying your system.

"well since we're using aliases, i go by carter." kai looked over his shoulder, cracking another half smile. he must admit that the unseriousness of this conversation was becoming a bit refreshing.

"well then it’s nice to meet you, carter." he sat down in a leather seat, metal rolling stool across from you now. you blushed gently under the man's gaze, his gaze lingering longer than expected. you mumbled a 'likewise' out of bashfulness and then a slow silence laid over the room. the radio played generic rnb songs lowly and kai, or so he said, exhaled briskly before going back to sorting his cyber flash sheets. you stared at kai as he did his job. he did it so sexily in your eyes.

suddenly, maybe very abruptly, your brain cells clicked, looking up to the tall brunette. "w-wanna give me a tattoo?" you blurted, immediately noticing the sudden jerked stop of kai's movement. kai turned to you with a deadpan expression.

"and you wanna ask as i’m cleaning everything?" he questioned firmly. you immediately flushed a bright red and looked down at your knees.

"im sorry. that was stupid im sorr–" kai scoffed playfully. he didn't know you were easy to rile up. it was cute on your person and probably only on you.

"you're lucky i enjoy my job. c'mere." kai pointed to the main chair in the middle of the room. you climbed into the chair, laying on your back. kai grabbed his flash book and placed it in your lap as he re-prepared the tattoo gun.

"you got an option and a place on your body?" you flipped through the book of pieces, admiring each and every one. you were a third of the way through the book before an art piece caught your eye. it seemed like a cyber sigilism piece with a central point being a heart. you enjoyed the accents & angles of the endings of the piece itself.

"this one." you pointed at it in confirmation. kai rolled towards you in the chair as he pulled a glove over his large digits, he looked at the piece you chose before finally smiling. you caught a glimpse of his canines, a heartbeat echoing throughout your limbs. maybe it was the alcohol lingering, but kai did have pretty teeth, pretty lips..

"that one? alright, where?" you cleared your throat to also interrupt your impulsive thoughts. you finally met kai's eyes again, brown mixing with [e/c]. you held his gaze as you slowly turned around on the chair, straddling it. kai's eyes broke the gaze first by trailing down from your eyes, to your shoulders, following down your arm to where your finger was pointing to your lower back. kai chuckled softly, his chest feeling warm.

"you uh– heh–..a tramp stamp?" you turned your head to look back at him, nodding with your big [e/c] sultry eyes. god knows you wouldnt dare make a move sober, but your mind tends to wonder when you become inebriated, and being around a tall, gorgeous tattooed man wasn't helping your case. you felt like a cat in heat under a lion right now and you enjoyed feeling like prey under kai. you admit you can naturally come off as flirty when you find someone a little attractive. you couldn't help but take the gamble to see if you can get with said person.

"you been drinkin’ carter?" you gulped, sitting up more awkwardly. were you acting drunk? you were feeling immature now. your heart got louder.

"would you be mad if i lied?" you sighed almost knowingly.

"not particularly but there is a scent of it. it's not me who would be bleeding a helluva lot because you wanted to lie. you seem pretty coherent, so it's your decision if you want to continue or not." something caught your eye. there was a glint, a glimmer of edge in kai's eyes. his aura seemed to darking somehow,and a shudder went down your spine. kai took notice of this before quickly glancing down with a laugh.

"i dont mean to intimidate you–" kai started.

"no," you cut him off. "i don't cry over spilled blood. i'm a big girl. but, in order to start, i want your real name." kai sighed an 'oh brother' with a wry laugh. he rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back his smirk. the air in the room got heavier and you felt even more like prey under the man's presence. something was off. you didn't mind it though. the buzz in your core matched the one in your head as you kept your eyes on him.

your mind was bubbling up thoughts that weren't deemed moral at all. "you're not gonna drop this are you?" he quiered, you shaking your head with a giggle.

"my name's farleigh. farleigh kai catton." farleigh revealed.

"farleigh," you repeated. "pretty first name, farleigh." the cury brunette bit his lower lip, trying not to smile as he began pouring the ink into the tiny capsule. something about the way you complimented him did something to him, an almost primal feeling.

"the name's [y/n] carter matthews." you revealed.

"beautiful name miss matthews," farleigh hummed smugly and sucked in his teeth.

"now since you wouldn't drop the name, you can drop your shorts." you looked at him in pure confusion. it wasn't clicking to you on where the tattoo was really going to be. farleigh saw the perplexed expression before smiling at your intoxicity.

"you want a tramp stamp ..meaning the area needs to be free for me to move properly sweetheart. the shorts would get in the way, you understand?" it finally clicked in your head that farleigh was just doing his job. you quickly nodded before unbuttoning your shorts you wiggled out of them. farleigh casually looked away to fill another ink capsule. your shorts revealed black lace panties and an everlasting blush laying across your face. you always tend to forget how no-filtered tattooed shops can be. you believe they are the group of people who've really seen it all. farleigh turned up the music no louder than 2 more notches to hear you in case you needed to talk. farleigh didn't take any shame looking at your curves and pretty panties. they were pretty. they'd be even prettier ripped on the flo–

"thought you were going to get lucky tonight huh?" farleigh taunted to break the upteeth moment of tension. you laughed dryly while getting comfortable.

"fuck you .." you murmured sassily. farleigh only chuckled again a surprised 'o’hoh' laugh. his tone knocked down another pitch, causing a shiver to run through you. you were tipsy, in your underwear, with your backside facing a sexy mysterious stranger in a tattoo parlor. the thought of this being overly spontaneous briefly crossed your mind, but you did enjoy spontaneous things.

farleigh pumped the foot lever, increasing the height of the chair to his preferred height. your backside was now towards the height of where farleighs chest was when he sat down. your ass was now this attractive man's face. you had to calm your jittery mind from feeling too much embarrassment. he began the process of shaving your lower back and priming your skin for the stencil. you fully spaced out, in the attempt to keep yourself calm. you only had a few tattoos, a chain cuff on your bicep you shared with your best friend and writing on your collarbone. this was going to be considered a big piece on your skin.

"you want it above your back dimples?" farleigh asked as he swallowed thickly at the mere sight of ass in front of him.

"i have back dimples?" you snapped out of your thoughts to turn to him. farleigh nodded with a small grin before meeting your eyes. you nodded in response and exhaled before going back to your thoughts. farleigh sighed, keeping his eyes only on the stencil, or trying his best. with how you looked back at him, your back arched and facing away from him, he already expected his body to warm up.

you were his type. his type, and doing a tramp stamp on his type during the late night wasn't ideal for him, but luckily you were facing away from farleigh so if he were to get riled up, he could calm himself down before the tattoo was done.

"ready?" you nod again, hearing the tattoo gun turn on. you kept your lower body completely relaxed but held onto your arms in tension. the needle finally hit your skin and it felt like brief warm pinches. it wasn't life-threateningly painful but if you were to rate it, you'd give it a 6 out of 10. you relaxed the rest of your body some more before turning your head to a more comfortable spot in your arms. you listened to the gun and the music in the background, occasionally humming along. over the course of the hour, you and farleigh made small talk, talking about the general facts of each other's life.

you learned farleigh lived in london for the majority of his life, had a degree of liberal arts under his name, and had a grey cat named lola. you didn't peg him to be an animal guy, but a pet cat makes sense. he seemed a bit more reserved as you talked about his daily life. he is usually fairly booked up regarding the tattoo shop but works at a bar 2 days a week. "do you make good tips as an attractive bartender?" you queried, moving your head just slightly in his direction. farleigh laughed slowly as he was finishing a line on the stencil before starting another.

"you think i'm attractive?" farleigh inquired with a cheeky tone. you could tell he was smirking like an idiot just by how he sounded. your face was gaining color but you couldn't move. you simply owned up to it. "well would you rather i call you conventionally attractive?" you replied sassily.

"i'd rather you to walk around the bush instead of beatin' on it sweetheart." your chest felt warm now. as a matter of fact, your entire body was warming up from the nerves. you exhaled slowly before swallowing the lump in your throat.

"yes, you are attractive. and you still didn't answer my question." you muttered. farleigh was almost done with the line work on your tattoo, smiling like an idiot. ruffling your feathers was good entertainment for him tonight. he finished the line work and turned off the gun before going to stand up.

"if you must know, i do, make good tips. being 196cm high flipping cups and bottles, with tattoos in a black button-up tends to attract more attention than desired." farleigh walked around and bent down to your eye level with a cheeky smile.

"wanna see the progress?" you matched his smile and got up, being immediately reminded that you were half naked. you stood up and looked in the mirror anyways, admiring the clean work. truth be told, your ass also looked good with the tattoo and you arched your back a bit more in confidence.

"its pretty ..how long for the shading?" you mumbled whilst continuing to admire yourself. farleigh watched from the chair, eyes glued to you. his body nearly ached at the sight. farleigh chewed on his bottom lip slowly, studying your gorgeous features.

"hmm .. –well i mean–" he began, chalking it up to catch himself lagging. "another hour maybe. we can also just reschedule–"

"finishing it tonight is fine, yeah?" you interrupted, turning your head to look at the brunette. farleigh nodded, suddenly grabbing a lanyard of keys from on top of his shelf.

"i'll be right black. i'm going to go lock up. you just stay here and look pretty." and with that, farleigh exited the room.

was he flirting? did he just call me pretty?

you dwelled on it for a few seconds, smiling to yourself. you liked this game he was playing. and you certainly were posing in the mirror on purpose. you knew it didn't hurt to test the waters, but now its looking safe to jump in even. you sat back down in the same position, when you heard farleigh coming back.

"now, for the shading, you might bleed ..y'know ..since you have been drinking." farleighs word made sense. you knew the risks though. being with a man like farleigh only reassured you wanted it done.

"i'll be okay. i just want it done." you shrugged. farleigh stared at you for a handful of seconds before sucking his teeth in reluctance. you didn't seem like the type to endure pain, but maybe he was wrong from the start.

"alrighty then. just don't run then yeah?" you bit your lip at his choice of words as a certain heat grew in your core. you slowly closed your legs for a split seconds from the feeling of butterflies. you braced for pain before farleigh began the shading process. it felt like continuous cat scratches, with a hot knife. by the 15 minute mark, you'd finally strained out a painful moan. farleigh took notice, taking glances after he finished a line. you whispered another pained sound.

"you're doing so good [y/n]." he commented, his gloved hand holding you securely. you tried your best to focus more on where his hands were on your body rather than the several needles stabbing you. over the course of 45 minutes, you bitch and moan. you had tolerated the first 30 without audibly cursing.

it gets to the end of shading and farleigh noticed you had been rather slowly inching away from his hands further up the seat. it was so subtle he could only tell now when he was finishing up. the way your arms flexed while holding your head sent a pulse through his body. the curve of your arch accentuated as the pain lengthened over the course of the hour. you began to feel hot from the pain, a meek whine running past his lips.

"don't think i havent noticed you running [y/n]." you then felt his large hand grab your hips and pull you off the chair, and onto his lap. for a split second, you forgot about the pain and could only focus on the tent pressing up against your clothed cunt. you were getting nervous but so hot and bothered. you control the instinctive urge to roll your hips before looking back at farleigh. whining, you hope he'd budge but he doesn't bother.

"we're almost done. you wanted it. so you're going to sit here and take it like a good girl sweetheart." he's right. you wanted it, and you wanted it bad. not the tattoo, but him. he knew what he was doing. the ball was in full play and it was your turn.

"you're right– ah– i do want it .." you exhaled wearily from how your skin ached. you heard the gun turn off and felt farleigh shuffle just a bit. you looked back to him leaning backward to reach his desk, grabbing a sealed packet of something, he placed it back in his tray next to some paper towels and a water wash bottle. farleigh picked up the gun and continued with no warning which caused you to gasp slowly.

what a bitch move. you slowly unfolded your arms and grabbed the sides of the chair to push your forehead into the leather cushion.

"fuuck." you seethed, tone mixed with arousal and pain. it felt so good, so bad all together. the needle merely tamed you from pouncing onto farleigh. farleigh cooed and coaxed you into sticking it out, saying things like 'you're doing so good for me' or 'just like that'. frankly his praise was not helping at all and you knew he knew what he was doing saying those things to you.

you started to bleed, farleigh immediately making sure to wipe it away. he noticed every time he stopped to wipe excess ink off an area, your hips would roll against his, causing a dreamy sigh to escape past his own lips. he was getting hard, and you knew what you were doing. you felt so dazed with the buzzing of the gun, the buzz of your own, and the tension of the room collapsing onto the two of you. you felt the firm tent in between your thighs, feeling a throb every few seconds. you held back an arousal chill from going down your spine and continued to move only when the gun was off your skin. you could feel the slightest cool of the blood seeping through your pores and forming drops on the surface of your skin.

"almost done." farleigh mumbled, but he began shading a portion that made you squeak and nearly jolt from the hot pain. your hips were moving away from his hands again and up off farleighs lap. farleigh chuckled and let you move, holding the gun back. he admired watching you relax again with your back rising from your slow, erotic-pained breaths. as you were composing yourself with paying no mind to the brunette, farleigh sighed again more dramatically before leaning forward to kiss your shoulder. you flinched and immediately relaxed, allowing him to caress your back with slow, wet kisses. they caused you to gasp and let out breathy moans.

"you wanted it," farleigh murmured against your skin, silently undoing his pants. "so take it."

you felt his gloved fingers outline the fabric of your panties, trailing them between your asschecks before reaching your second pair of lips. you sucked in a slow breath as his fingers simply lingered over your folds, occasionally over your swelling clit. you pushed your hips into his hand, but he then pulled his hand out from your underwear and pulled off the glove.

"you ready?" he asked in a low tone into your ear. he basically loomed over you even while sitting.

"for what?" you replied, opening your eyes to look back at him. but as soon as u did, he swiftly scooted you back on his lap, where his cock sat in between your ass cheeks, pressed up against your pulsating pussy.

shit.

you whined and pushed up against him, but his hand held your hip in place. "not until i finish." he stated before starting up the gun again. as a responsible tattoo artist, farleigh would never want to jeopardize the health of the tattoo. so he kept his ungloved hand away from the area, stretching the skin from a further distance on the back when needed.

"farleigh–" you protested.

"not. until. im done." you annoyingly huffed and kept ur head pressed against the chair. his cock throbbed against your pussy, which then clenched in response. the panties were the only boundary. farleigh wanted to get this done as smoothly and quickly as possible you rail right here in this parlor. he was finishing one last shaded part, wiping away blood before you were pulling away again. farleigh's patience was stretched thin. and it had now snapped.

"fine, since you can't wait until i'm done.." he scoffed and swiftly moved your panties to the side before rubbing the head of his cock along your second folds. he lifted your hips and sat you down on him. your eyes widened and your body went immediately limp by the sudden wave of pleasure. you felt every inch fill your walls, even gracefully brushing up against that spot.

"oh fuck–" you managed to say, staying immensely still. you felt like a cat who got its neck grabbed, feeling frozen. you felt good everywhere inside though, the pain of the tattoo being overruled. farleigh noticed how still you went, chuckled.

"hm, didn't think you'd go completely limp under some dick [y/n]. if i didn't know any better i'd say you were a needy little slut .." you couldn't respond, only replying with a whimper.

the gun went back on for the last time for farleigh to finish the last tiny portion of your tattoo. farleighs cock throbbed in you as he finished up, signalling he was also as eager as you were. after the 2 longest minutes of your life, you heard the gun turn off for good. you felt farleigh shuffle again, wondering if it was truly finished. farleigh had decided to take a pic of such an erotic sight from an above angle. the tattoo, your pussy lips around his thick cock, he wanted to cherish this. farleigh grabbed the paper towel and water, spraying the water on the irritated inked skin.

"f-fuck its cold–" you hissed. "no warning?"

"i think you like no warning, [y/n]. you like the element of surprise." farleigh hummed as he wiped the excess ink-mixed water. you then felt him spray water again, this time he allowed it to trail down your ass, between your asscheeks and down to where he was plugging your hole. "damn.." he whispered, continuing to watch the water drip around your lips. they clenched every few seconds, farleigh feeling your walls clenched around him.

"it’s cold." you murmured again, slowly beginning to move your hips but farleigh stopped you again.

"yeah i know, but its needed. one more thing, needy slut." you smiled at the new nickname, you wanted to show him how you could live up to it but you stayed put, allowing him to finish his job.

farleigh grabbed the sealed packet and ripped it open. it was a thin piece of plastic and he pulled off a plastic cover, laying the thin piece over your tattoo. he made sure it was secure before throwing leftover plastic packaging on his tray and rolling it away.

finally.

you leaned up against the leather chair and looked back at farleigh with his cock buried in you. you began to move your hips slowly but he continued to talk, and clearly struggled.

"the plastic is basically a– mmh–..second piece of protective–" farleigh then sighed briefly, his eyes glazing over in a daze as you rode him gracefully. he had to keep his composure to at least explain safety. "–protective skin layer ..y-you can take it off t...tomorrow–"

"uh huh–" you grinned, continuing to fuck him. a groan escaped farleigh and he tried his best to continue to speak while you enjoyed his struggle.

"when you wake up, rinse with water and anti– ..a-ant–..fuck.. hah fuck–"he whispered, looking up at you who was clearly enjoying themselves a little to much to his liking. suddenly, he grabbed your hips and held them in place as he began to deep stroke you.

"sshiiit–.." you dragged, immediately losing strength as he took over. farleigh heard you curse and laughed, keeping it slow.

"you gotta let me finish giving you the safety rules because this is my job [y/n], understand?" you heard the firm tone in his voice which caused you to obey quicker than usual, but he was filling you with every slow stroke he took.

"yes ...s–sir." you breathed out and finally submitted to stay put.

"now, when you wake up, wash gently with antibacterial soap and water and pat it dry," his large fingers slowly wrapped around your neck from behind, tingles shivering down your back. you were ready tohe plowed open. god you trembled at the mere thought that was about to happen in seconds.

"after drying it, i want you to rub a thin layer of healing ointment on it and continue that twice a day for a week, understand?" you only nodded

his cock simply leaving you incoherent, but farleigh didn't allow that. he gave you a small series of quick thrusts which resulted in a handful of loud moans coming from your lips.

"do you understand?" he asked again.

"–yes sir ..y-yes sir." you moaned, gripping the seat of the chair below you. he smiled, pulling you closer into him by ur throat.

"well then, lets get started." farleigh started fucking you at a steady pace immediately. it was like counting every inch on every stroke because he'd fully pull back before entering all of you again. he was going to ruin you tonight. farleigh moaned when he'd pushed deeper every few strokes. your walls were so wet and warm and he wanted to use you like a pocket pussy. farleigh began to fuck you standing up. the slick wet sounds of your lips around him turned you on even more as he stuffed your insides.

"fuck– ohh fuck farleigh.." you seethed. you couldn't believe how good he was fucking you. your eyes didn't see the room unless farleigh stopped for a moment, because they'd only see the back of your head. you could hear your own pussy sucking farleigh off, getting the shivers all over.

"agh– fuck." farleigh huffed, slowing down. when he did, he felt another head rush as he watched you fuck him back needily. you moved your hips, fucking farleigh in near desperation. you needed him in an incomprehensible way, a primal need to be filled with his cum.

but farleigh had to slow down or he was going to cum in the blink of an eye. you were basically sucking him in and your wet walls were hot against his cock. he wanted to savor every moment, every stroke, and every moan . farleigh then pulled out and turned you to face him. it was refreshing to see his pretty face again, especially with how turned on he visibly looked. he sat leaned down and stood you up. you smiled, happy to be face to face with him again. he smiled at you, picking up one of your legs. he held it in the crevice of his elbow, lookin down to see your pussy fully exposed with his cock lining up to pound it.

"what if i fall?" you asked quickly, holding onto farleighs arm as you stood on one leg. farleigh chuckled, positioning his legs to hold both of you securely.

"i wont let that happen. now, open up for me." he whispered against your lips. as he pushed into you again. you gasped from the new angle, staring into farleigh's eyes as he now pushed up against your g-spot. your eyes immediately began to glaze over. you were going to lose your mind in this position.

"ah– ..oh– oh, god ..fuck." you cried happily. you felt your walls tingle from being stretched so easily. you were already beginning to shake as farleigh continued to fuck your g-spot. your core was burning now.

"farleigh– shit.. farleigh!" you moaned into his mouth, struggling to kiss him but you oh so wanted to badly. your eyes rolled back and your hips began to buck. you went fully incoherent as you suddenly felt a splash between the two of you. with every stroke, you squirted, letting out the most desperate of moans in farleighs arms. your walls clenched harder as you sprayed him which caused him to slow down again. a shudder went down his body as he almost finished then and there. almost.

"please..please dont stop." you begged. you only wanted one thing now, to be fucked and used like a pocket pussy. he started maneuvering his hands to slide under your legs before getting his arms fully under your thighs to hold your ass securely. farleigh's cock poked at your entrance and you gasped, your hair dropping for a moment but you were curious if it was going to for. farleigh caught your eyes with his before slowly entering you. he began to move you, using you as if you were his own personal toy. immediately gave you one long stroke, and you gasped loudly because it scared you because it was the deepest you had ever felt him.

"w-wait" you grabbed his shoulder out of fear. farleigh stopped all movements, scanning your face.

"what? did i hurt you?" he asked in noticeable concern. you chuckles breathlessly, smiling bashfully. now you felt embarrassed you had nerves.

"no i-...i-ive never done this before and it went super deep …but ..just go slow okay?” farleigh nodded and smiled reassuringly at you. he began to move your hips again. you felt his size at a different angle now and it was ruining your mind now. he was hitting a spot right above your cervix that set off alarms in your brain. you were nearing your climax.

"mmm.." farleigh hummed contently. his mouth hung agape as he held you from under your thighs, moving you up and down to his liking. the best part was you were taking all of him, down to the base of his cock. you had a hand wrapped around his neck and the other gripping his shoulder whilst being fucked you into heaven. farleigh began to fully stroke you again with your hips fully connecting to his on every thrust. you wore a broken doll eye expression; one eye closed, the other endlessly rolling back with your mouth fully agape. the amount of ecstasy pulsing through you shook your limbs and your thighs violently shook in farleighs slender hands. your toes curled and pointed with an occasional hip twitch. you were trying hard not to fall over the edge.

"you wanna squirt again? yeah? hmm?" the hung brunette taunted and chuckled. that smug laugh didn't help. it shook your stomach into millions of fireflies, not butterflies, because your core burned and your walls twitched.

"y–yeahghh.." you answered weakly in pure emotional-physical overload. immediately after you replied you begam the water works, squirting on every thrust with a staggered cry for full 30 seconds. the burning feeling of your core overwhelmed you. every squeeze of your pussy sent you into a mental frizzy. every sense of yours was sent into overdrive as farleigh fucked you silly.

farleigh watched the tears on your face. you looked a beautiful mess, and he knew you were enjoying yourself because you were begging endlessly and you kept moaning lewd submissive things. how you wanted to be used like this everyday, how he made you so wet, how his cock stretched you thin. farleigh picked up speed and aggression. you were going to milk him if he kept it up. you knew there was no way in hell you were gonna stop a hook up like this. you were going to take farleigh's cock like a good girl and recover for the next week.

"yes ...yes– yes ..yes!!" you yelled. your brain was in full overdrive. your eyes had rolled fully back and your body couldn't take it anymore. you wrapped your arms fully around farleighs neck and hugged him close as you moaned in tears. your entire body shook in his arms but he adjusted his grip to keep you in place as you became a screaming, shaking mess.

"you wanna cum like this don't 'cha? you wanna finish all over me yeah ..go ahead [y/n], cum for me," as if his words were the trigger, you sucked into a long gasp.

"yeah ..yeah, there you go ..atta girl." your legs locked up and your vision flashed white. your nails dug into farleighs nape before your walls began to violently contract around his cock. a burning intense wave washed over your core and you fully convulsed in the man's arms. you felt like a star exploding. you felt every fiber of your being was dipped in ecstasy. you couldn't think, your mind filled with a loud blank tone buzz, farleighs voice sounded so far away. you felt pure bliss, the pleasure coming in waves. all of a sudden, you let go of the breath you were holding and realized yourself crying in farleighs hands.

"[y/n] breathe, please ..it's okay. i'm so sorry. are you in pain? look at me.." farleigh was sitting down with you in his lap. you blinked slowly and got a hold of your breathing, sniffling.

"i .." you began, looking around for a moment. your head felt fuzzy but you were mentally present for the most part. you damn near couldn't stop your legs from trembling though.

"i think ..i ..had an outer body experience." you said between breaths. you wiped your soaked face and looked up at farleigh who looked scared.

"are you ..okay?" he asked cautiously this time. u sniffled and paused for a moment before nodding.

"did i hurt you in any way?" you shook your head, finally connecting the pieces. you laid your head in the hollow of his neck and made a meek sound of some sort.

"no farleigh, you didn't hurt me." you said slowly, still trying to calm your heart. "i think ..i had the strongest orgasm of my existence." farleigh laughed wearily. cupping your face with his hand.

"so, it was so good you cried?" you whined shyly, hiding your face even more.

"it was a really ..really strong orgasm." you admitted, sniffling again. "i actually only saw white and my ears rang for a bit, so.. i didn't hear you if you said anything after you told me to cum." farleigh tried his best not to laugh again but a warm-hearted chuckle couldn't help but escape his mouth.

"christ [y/n], you scared the shit out of me. i thought i was 'bout to be put on a register." you covered your mouth and sniffled a laugh before shaking your head quickly in response.

"i promise you only just gave me the best hookup of my life farleigh." the brunette bit back a smile, feeling his face warm up. he looked down at you before finding anything else to look at, knowing it was now or never to get it off his chest.

"and if i didn't want it to just be a hookup?" farleigh theorized. you froze for a moment before looking up at him, seeing he was looking only forwards.

"then .." you began before scanning farleigh's anxious body language. you then smiled and pecked his lips. "it won't be just a hookup. stay the night with me and let's see where this goes." farleigh was taken by slight surprise before smiling again. he engulfed you into a nuzzling bear hug whilst you giggled in his arms. the both of you sat together in silence, listening to music while already thinking of round 2.

ty for reading !!

#raven writes #farleigh saltburn #archie madekwe #farleigh x reader #farleigh start x reader #kai voyagers #farleigh start smut #saltburn smut #farleigh catton #farleigh start fic #felix catton #saltburn x reader

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moonske · 29 days ago

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anyways i'd finished it and i personally had quite a bit of fun! but all the reviews im browsing through r screaming bloody murder over this movie and its so interesting

movie was Fear Street Prom Queen bye thee wey

24 minutes into this movie and they fucking rick rolled me.

#im not familiar with the books/og trilogy this is my first time even knowing abt the franchise i feel. i didnt even know this movie was #coming out i just put it on in the bg randomly cuz it sounded interesting to listen to while working #moonTV #moon talks #fear street prom queen #at times the pacing and death were hm 'Interesting' ig is an ok word. but once again #im not familiar with the fear street franchise but it was cheesy fun TO ME. im seeing a lot of reviews saying it sucked and its not #as good as the others or the 'rl stein' style. i havent read an rl stein book since middle school so i simply cannot comment on that aspect #but as a standalone thing and me not watching the other movies i enjoyed myself so thats kinda all that matters to me LOL #i did pick up gay vibes that were not fully there which is like oh ok i thought that mighta been going somewhere </3 #apparently thats more notable in the earlier movies. lots of other things too like a curse and etc etc #and its not a perfect movie certainly but once again im reading through reviews talking abt rl steins books and the OG movies complaining #and its like oh i really do think this is an issue of me having not seen the original ones. maybe id be complaining too if i did but idk #i frankly. dnt care. maybe ill get to the other movies eventually as well.#-_- everyone acting like the movie burned their house down killed their whole family called them slurs and gutted them #i think that is more annoying at the moment than the movie quality. not a fear street head tho maybe i rlly would get it if i was

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himejoshiangels · 11 months ago

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Duke Thomas fic rec list

I've scowered every tag relating to him, combed thru the 'duke centric tag' at least 8 times, this is what ive come back with, at least my personal faves

necessary reminders - duke pov, outsider pov, and some social media following duke as he gets used to his day job as a vigilante. flows really well, has a good balance of sad and happy, and gets dukes character rlly well

that which you cannot bear - THIS FIC WILL BREAK YYOU duke is kidnapped and its only down from there!! this is like, one of the first duke fics I read and it's still labeled as such in my mind. its well based, sooo cohesive plot wise, and stays completely in character w all its characters, especially duke, while exploring such an interesting facet of him > his tendency to self-isolate, insistence on being independent, and his stubbornness. sooo much good angst just incredible stuff while also staying hopeful and grounded. ALSO duke is an intelligent badass throughout the fic which is an important detail 2 me

signal, n. a divine act - same author as the last one, absolutely insane concepts are explored and its just so well written srsly it's like poetry. digs into some of dukes ideologies so well. if u like holy imagery??? kind of but not rlly?? ig you'll love this

this whole series is just so fucking incredible but something about my bodies made of crushed little stars I don't fucking know it messed w my brain chemistry, I've recced it b 4 bcs it made me cry but read the whole series, it's all duke centric and just so good. Saki writes bruce and duke in a way that fizzes u up w emotion and focuses on such unique facets of dukes character/dynamics and sleep well my little sunshine is soo cute and fun and soft >when earth finds the stars - bonus presignal duke and jason fic, balances being incredibly fun with a realistic zoom in on duke before we are robin. he's quippy and witty and always at the edge of his rope

not mutually exclusive - tired of bruce being kinda shoved into the role of dukes capital F father when that's not quite what their dynamic is? Then this is the fic for you!! Just good duke and Bruce interactions overall, it's sad and hilarious with just incredible dialogue and peak Bruce and Duke interactions

signals and symptoms - a classic sickfic and like one of my fave bruce bonding fic ever ever EVERRR!! really introspective abt dukes character and just so well done

even exchanges - some of u are gonna hate me for reccing an incomplete fic and esp one that doesn't look like it's gonna be finished anytime soon but even exchanges is so formative to my duke characterizationalong with portraying such a fascinating dynamic w him and his new family. it delves into his messy and angsty experiences pre-becoming the signal and is overall written like several subsequent punches to the stomach. promise ur gonna bitch and moan about this fic as much as I do

scientific method - extremely cute fic, watch Duke bond w the bats and slowly get more comfortable with them over time as they all tru to figure out what the fuck this guys powers are. Really fun dynamic wise, the dialogue is crafty and captures the familiarity between the characters. Really realistic about day to day vigilante life and how genius the bats truly are. really slice of life fluffy shit w some bonus sciencey stuff

turn my voice human torch remind people what I’m fantastic for - truly a classic, Duke invites cass to slam poetry night. short n sweet I LOVE BUMBLEBATS RAHHHHHH

tradition - pure duke n bruce ice cream fluff

meal prep - real sad angst one shot ft. alfred

occupational health and safety violations - duke pov reverse robins but it's way out of order

write about flowers (at a time like this) - duke and dick fic where they meet pre we are robin. yes I just found this one yesterday yes I'm absolutely obsessed. it characterizes him so well and understands his thought process and motives and UGHH just tune in yall

sidequest: the viper pit - WE ARE ROBIN DND JUMANJI

signals of fear and hope - duke centric reverse robins, caters TTOME specifically it's so fire

and now here are fics that arent duke centric but he's in it and in character/well written and now forced into the back of the room aka some of my general faves that feature duke

gotham aviary - the batman fic where he just adopts a bunch of em truly adorable like the cutest thing you'll read

I walk the streets at night (with monsters in my mind) - dragon fic, absolutely goated 10/10

fight, flight - cass centric but duke plays a big role, they mean everything to me

#will be adding to this again as we go but yk #the signal #dc tag #duke thomas #dc comics #batman #batfam #batfam fanfic #fic recs

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mentally-gone002 · 1 year ago

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kisses at the arcade

summary: reader and steve drive dustin to the arcade… and have some of their own fun.

a part 2 to the previous title-less fic that yall loved sm with henderson!reader x steve harrington

you can find part 1 here, and part 3 here

a/n: so i sent the first part of this to my bestie and she was like “so when do i get a part 2??” and now here we are with a part 2! rlly it is all thanks to her, because not only did she help me make up my mind to make a part 2, but she also helped me completely construct every bit of this!!!! (did i mention she’s never watched ST???) she’s literally amazing so big thank you to my queeeeen!!!!

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dustin charged into the living room slightly out of breath, his ‘thinking cap’ baseball hat smushed over his unruly hair. “mom! can steve drive me to the arcade? mike, will, max and lucas are going.” he panted.

his sister looked at him from her book while she sat on the couch at the mention of steve. she swallowed back a smile that he’d go out of his way to take her brother to the arcade.

their mom cleared her throat before she answered. “you can go if your sister does, just to keep and eye on you.”

dustin looked at his sister with pleading eyes. “please go, we’re gonna try and beat max’s records.” he said.

“while max is there?” she asked, closing the book and placing it onto the coffee table gently. dustin nodded. “sure, i don’t wanna miss the look on your guys’ faces when she stays with her top score.” her words made dustin scoff while she walked off to her bedroom to grab a sweater and her bag.

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when steve’s red bmw made its appearance onto their driveway, dustin raced out the front door and his sister followed behind him slowly. she shivered from the early december air that nipped at her cheeks and nose, so she picked up her pace.

“your sisters got the front tonight, henderson!” she heard steve tell dustin, to which he replied with a groan that sounded like betrayal. she looked at dustin with a smile and stuck out her tongue.

“real mature.” dustin rolled his eyes while he climbed into the backseat.

she slipped into the passenger seat and flashed a bright smile at steve before he put the car into gear and began the drive to the arcade across town.

it was a short drive but after some light conversation and a fair amount of bickering between dustin and steve it felt a bit longer. by the time steve pulled into the parking lot dustin was out of the car and racing towards the arcade.

“wait until the car is in park next time!” his sister called from out the window before rolling it back up. she turned her face towards steve. “hi.” she smiled.

“hey.” he smiled back at her, the corners of his eyes creasing in a way that made her heart beat faster. she didn’t know why.

he reached a hand across the gap between them to connect his palm with the side of her face. she leans into the touch, shifting in her seat to get closer, reaching her own hand to connect with the side of his neck.

he tried to contain his smile but what was the use if she’s there to create it? steve’s hand slowly drifts down her arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake, which she’d blame on the time of year if he asked, until his palm rested on her knee. the honey color in his irises were almost chased away from how his pupils were blown out.

his gaze shifted between both of her eyes as he whispered, “you look beautiful tonight, you know that, right?”

she felt her face heat up at the compliment and her eyes shifted away from his for a brief second. “thank you.” her voice was a volume just above a whisper.

steve lifts his hand from her knee to hook his fingers beneath her chin, directing her face towards his. his tongue darts between his barely parted lips prior to leaning over the center console, gently connecting his lips with hers. the taste of her strawberry lipgloss made him smile.

the sound of her heartbeat was in her ears, making it hard to think of anything other than him and the way his soft lips slowly danced against hers rhythmically. her fingers tangled in his soft chestnut hair while she pulled away to breathe, eyes still closed and her forehead to his. “we should go inside. the kids are probably wondering where we are.” she didn’t want to say this but she knew that keeping an eye on the kids was the best idea, considering that they’d still be paranoid due to the events from a month ago.

steve knew she was right but he was feeling greedy, only wanting her all to himself right now. “they’ll be okay without us, won’t they?” he wondered quietly as he reached for her hip, smoothing his thumb over the fabric of her clothes covering it. steve pulled her closer to him, being mindful of the console separating them.

with labored breaths and a butterfly filled stomach she nodded, giving in to him. “what if they come out and see us?” she asked with a quick pull away from their proximity. her eyebrows were pinched together, creating a tiny wrinkle between them that steve wanted to smooth away with his thumb.

steve brings her back in and tilted his head to the side. “they won’t, baby, i promise.” he gave her a reassuring grin, making sure she mirrored it before once again connecting their lips together.

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dustin angrily shifted the joystick and pressed the buttons of the arcade machine, trying to make more progress and wrack up the most points so that he’d finally beat max’s score on dig-dug. as he played, lucas, mike, will and max huddled around his back to watch the screen with nervous anticipation.

“look out!” lucas exclaimed, pointing at an enemy just before it killed dustin’s character.

the game made the animated sound signifying that he lost and dustin kicked the machine. “son of a bitch.” he sighed, shoving a hand into his coat pocket to try and pull more coins for another round; his pocket was empty. “anyone have any quarters i can barrow?” he asked the group. they all shook their heads, wanting to keep theirs for themselves.

“ask your sister for some, i’m sure she’d have some.” will suggested with a smile. everyone else nodded in agreement, finding the idea a good one.

dustin turned around, staring at the bench beside the front doors where both his sister and steve should have been. “hey, has anyone seen my sister or steve?” he looked back at the group. everyone turned their heads towards the bench at once. “they aren’t there, dumbasses, that’s why i’m asking.” he clarified.

mike shrugged. “maybe they’re still outside?” he sounded bored at the fact they were trying to solve the mystery of dustin’s missing sister and steve harrington.

dustin nodded. “probably.” he said before running towards the doors, dodging away from other kids. everyone followed on his heels all the way outside into the cold until they all stopped outside the red bmw which was still running.

dustin reached for the passenger door handle without even looking inside, his only concern at that moment was quarters. “hey, do you have any- what the hell are you doing?” he exclaimed, stepping back with the door still ajar.

his sister and steve pulled away from each other’s lips in surprise, both staring at dustin’s wide eyes and disgusted expression first before noticing all his friends staring as well. steve shot dustin a nervous smile while she wiped the mixture of their saliva and her lipgloss away from her mouth.

“giving mouth to mouth.” max mumbled and caused the group snicker with laughter.

dustin harshly nudged lucas, the closest to him, as a sign for him to shut up; lucas did after a small protest of how the shove hurt. “do you have any quarters? i spent mine already.” dustin reached for and snatched away his sisters bag off the floor beside her feet.

she stole it back from him. “hey! don’t dig through my things.” she said firmly, going for her wallet. “how many do you need?” her question made the group smile.

dustin shrugged. “twenty for what i just witnessed.” he muttered. she shot him a glare. “i mean- just three dollars worth.” he reiterated with an innocent smile.

she dug around for quarters and handed them all to dustin when she found the amount he wanted. the group took that as a sign to go back inside since they began to grumble about the cold. dustin tried to follow but his sister called him back.

“please don’t tell mom, okay?” she asked with pleading eyes. dustin nodded which made her sigh in relief.

“you owe me though. and you,” he pointed at steve. “you owe me as well.” steve nodded in understanding which made dustin walk back towards the arcade, slamming the car door before he left.

she looked back at him, bottom lip held between her teeth anxiously. steve frowned at her expression and leaned towards her. “hey, it’s okay.” his hand smoothed over her hair slowly, the curls bouncing back once his hand brushed them over. “maybe it is time to y’know… tell people?” he shrugged. his hand settled lightly on her shoulder.

her teeth let go of her lip so she could speak. “yeah… i just wish he didn’t have to find out like that.” her concern had steve nodding with adamant agreement. she looked away from him in thought.

he dropped his head to the side as his hand guided her face and eyes back to his. “it’s all gonna work out for us, okay? you don’t have to worry.” the kindness in his eyes made her feel more sure about the situation so she nodded in advance to leaning forward to press her lips against his again. she just wanted to be extra sure, and he kissed back with a gentle assurance.

it was going to work out for them.

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to anyone wondering… yes there will be a part 3 and i’m working on it rtn!!! coming very soon yall

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makos-ribcage · 3 months ago

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[] Silco x Reader. Getting flowers.

𓇼she/her

warning ! mentions of murder.

word count- 1.6k

this is just my coping mecanism bc i never get flowers, also i rlly like silco, i wanna write smth about him that isnt just me coping w my depression

edit: made 70 spelling mistakes, dont write ur fics while playing lol

Its been a while since you’ve been working under Silco’s hand. He hired you to fix certain issue he entrusted a piltie to deal with, but of course, it was a failure.

When you first met him you thought of making fun of him because of trusting a piltie, but you knew better than making fun of your soon to be boss, better yet, The Eye of Zaun.

“I heard you need some help.” Was the first words that came out of your mouth when you suddenly appeared in the middle of the afternoon on The Last Drop, closed, and filled with security. Mediocre security at best, totally useless at worst.

He wasn’t surprised to see you there, he wasn’t dumb. He knew you were coming.

A certain rat around the corners of Zaun. You were everywhere, you knew everything, no one knew how, but he knew you knew.

“Took you long enough.” He pulled two glass cups from under his desk.

You managed to know when any baron needed help, reaching out to you was almost impossible, but you would appear when needed, as if Janna herself would let you know.

People theorized you had people informing you, that you would buy information, whether with money or with other services. But you were just a very good watcher, you were even better when it came to putting information together to come to accurate conclusions.

Of course, buying information also helped a lot, but with money, nothing else.

Once you got hired you did played around of the idea of him trusting a Piltie, watching the wrinkles between his eyes form when he got too stressed was funnier than you would want to admit.

You knew stuff, and he needed someone who knew stuff, someone who knew how to find out about stuff

It was enough proof that you were capable of working for him since you already figured out he needed Jinx sister gone. “She’s been getting close with someone, if something’s done to her, she’ll be gone, at least for a while.” You stated right away, knowing he knew. You sat down at his desk calmly, feeling the old leather stick to the sweat on your legs, making a mental reminder to wear long pants next time you came over.

“Can you do it?” He said firmly after pouring liquor for both of you.

“Can you pay me?” You replied, with a big grin on your face.

You were trustful, that was certainly the best part of your service. You’ve worked with almost every chem-baron out there, you knew stuff very few people knew, and they trusted you wouldn’t tell.

And you wouldn’t, you were hard to catch, easy to let go, but you wouldn’t tempt your luck.

After that you’ve been working under Silco’s hand, he suddenly knew where you lived, which places you were a regular at and your routine. But it was no surprise he was eventually going to figure out all that, if he didn’t know already.

You considered most chem-barons and any figure of power at the uppercity lame. All looks and wouldn’t get anything done. They were dumb and temperamental, making poor decisions whenever something didn’t go like they planned.

But you knew Silco, you knew how much he would plan ahead. You knew that people feared him, and for a good reason. So you respected him.

You would do any kind of jobs. Murdering someone, figuring out more information, delivering certain information to hard to get places, anything that would get you money.

But for the first time in a while, the job stressed you.

Jinx was hard to deal with, hard for Silco, harder for you. You needed Vi far away from her, yet most of the time you couldn’t figure out what would be her next move. And you didn’t want to exchange many words with her, you had a short temper, and she was definitely insane, nothing good could come out of there.

Your work consisted of figuring out Jinx next move, make sure Vi would be nowhere near and try to see if you can make sure she could busy herself with Caitlyn. Dropping around trails without end, making a mess on the upper city, anything to keep Jinx away from Vi.

You weren’t sure why Silco needed her away from her sister, but you weren’t being paid to figure out that, one day you definitely will, but for now it wasn’t your priority.

It’s been months since your first meeting with Silco, even though he’s primarily your boss, you grew up to be genuine friends too.

It was difficult to make good friends in the “industry”, but you had fame of being trustworthy, and you knew if he got to have that much power it wasn’t by snitching. You still feared one day he would just decide to sell you, but you trusted he knew you could do that too.

Not only the trust was there, the chemistry was there too.

You didn’t had anything in common. He would try his best to appear collected all the time, trying to make sure everyone around him was afraid, afraid of what he could do and how he would react. Unpredictable.

You’d try all the opposite. You needed information. You would try to look sympathetic and even miserable if needed. Lie and deceive people so they feel powerful enough to believe you won’t do anything with the information they’re giving to you. Superior enough that they believe you won’t dare to betray them.

But he found amusement when you’d react so differently to situations. He has seen you completely change personalities to pull out information out of people. So he found enjoyment into seeing which parts of your personalities where actually you.

He could easily spot yourself when you were angry. You’d bounce your knee anxiously, you’d pay no attention to what he, or anyone, is saying.

When you were specially happy it was easy to spot you too. Instead of smiling wildly you’d scrunch your nose and cover your mouth with your hand.

On the other hand, you found himself entertaining. You enjoyed watching him reason and jump into conclusions that were always correct. You liked when he would get annoyed at something but he would control himself, knowing that getting too angry about it would be exaggerating.

He would open his mouth as if to say something, close it right away and lean back into his chair, often a lost strand of hair falling in front of his forehead.

You both got used to spending time with each other late at night. While he stopped working, you started doing your own work. He was used to working during the day while you focused more during the night.

The Last Drop was already closed, you were sitting at the bar, just thinking. Playing with the rim of your now empty cup. You needed to figure out what was Jinx going to do next. To be sure of being there beforehand and make sure Vi or Caitlyn weren’t there.

You could use his help, but he trusted Jinx blindly, and you couldn’t try to reason with him because he would get all angry about anyone doubting Jinx abilities, you learned it the hard way.

You heard the calm and collected steps of Silco becoming present, walking towards you calmly. You didn’t turn around to face him. Your eyes focused on the little notebook you’d use to write down people patterns. Of course you had a few pages dedicated to Silco.

“I think she will do something at the Vander statue… What do you think?” You said calmly. Turning around calmly and meeting with a bouquet of flowers.

They looked exactly like Silco. A mixed of dark red lilies with a few white ones, dark chrysanthemums around the bouquet to fill empty spaces, you could see a few dark branches with white petals that you couldn’t really name.

You stared at the bouquet in confusion. Then raised your eyes to meet with his face, staring him down even more confused.

He looked calm and collected, as always. “It’s your birthday.” He simply stated, remaining still.

You made the first move to stretch your arms towards him and he placed the bouquet in your hands.

It was light. Flowers weren’t a common thing in Zaun and with a closer look you realized some of them were already withering. The petals seemed weak and the leaves having a few black dots around the edges.

You didn’t cared, you never received flowers before, and being a zaunite you knew how difficult they were to get. “You look… Troubled.” He seemed to find a more pleasant word than whatever he wanted to call you first.

“I am.” You said. “W…Why?” You stared at his eyes, still confused.

Now he seemed offended. “It’s your birthday.” He stated once again, as if it was obvious. “It was only proper for me to give you some sort of gift.” He accentuated the last word.

And it made sense. Flowers as a gift suited someone like Silco. Classical, elegant, gentle yet loud enough to make a statement.

But you didn’t remember your birthday at all, you didn’t expect your boss out of all the people to remember, let alone to give you a gift.

It was true you were starting to get a more personal relationship. Long nights drinking next to each other, enjoying each other silence, he would enjoy hearing you talk about your other jobs, you making sure to not provide too much information.

But once again, it suited Silco. He was attentive with details, and you thought that was limited to his job, but it made sense it was just his personality.

You remained silent and he seemed to be losing his patience. “If you don’t want them, you can give them back.” He spoke. You immediately stared at him with a frown.

“No way. I like them.” You answered, he relaxed his shoulders.

He remained silent for a few seconds. “Good to know.” He simply stated.

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