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ahszoebns · 1 year

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Movie Night. Colby Brock smut

Part Two here

"Fuck." Colby grunted under his breath, as he shifted impatiently in his seat beside you. Your hand was in his lap, stroking him through his xplr sweatpants under the blanket on top of the both of you. Originally, he had grabbed ahold of your wrist in attempts to stop to you, but his grip was now loosened, guiding your hand at the pace he wanted. His other arm was hung across the back of your chair, his thumb stroking over the smooth skin of your exposed shoulder in encouragement.

Eyeing him up and down, you took his features into photographic memory. The way his head was slightly hung back, eyes closed, bottom lip between his teeth, and how his hand was now just running along the top of yours gently - allowing you free range over him. His sweats and t-shirt, clinging to his muscles in the most spectacular way. The hoodie was off, and placed near you both, allowing you the beautiful sight of him in a tight t-shirt.

Glancing around the room, checking to make sure you two still have your cover, you find everyone's eyes are on the horror movie displayed on the screen.

When a sex scene came on, Colby had leaned over to you and made a snide comment along the lines of, "I bet I can make you scream loser than her, with just my tongue” Once the scene was over, you and Colby were bored out of your minds, and after a few too many drinks, he decided on playing a game of cat and mouse. You agreed, and here you were.

Earlier, Colby had teased you in the shower, ridding his fingers up the back of your naked body, running them all over your body. With the shower on you were able to let quiet moans escape you, and the water was loud enough that no one suspected anything about the “silent” noises being while you were leaning the back of your head against his shoulder. Colby was also very good at being discrete when it came to this game, which is why he almost always won. Before you could cum, he took his fingers off of you and almost immediately after that, turned the water off and left as if nothing happened.

Now, you were finally in a position to get some revenge, and that's exactly what you were doing. You watched as his features changed the more and more excited he got, and when you saw him coming close to cumming, you pulled your hand off of him, forcing him to try and conceal his frustrated groan as cough. He glared over at you, using his free hand to brush his hair back into place. Smiling sweetly at him, you leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear, "don't tease me next time."

Colby raised his eyebrows at you, his face only inches from yours. "Are you threatening me?" He asked, tilting his head to one side. "Maybe." You challenged, shrugging your shoulders.

"Oh," he half-chuckled, "that's a dangerous game, baby. You sure you wanna play?" You pursed your lips, pretending to think about it, before nodding. He shook his head in disbelief, shifting back in his seat, giving his attention to the best man.

For the rest of the long movie, Colby didn't look at you once, nor did he acknowledge your touch when you brushed fingertips with him as he reached for his white claw. The only sign he gave you to let you know that he was still playing, was that damned thumb on your shoulder; rhythmically stroking over it again and again. When the movie finally ended, Colby took you by surprise by abruptly standing to his feet and offering you his hand. You cautiously took it, raising to your feet as he placed his hoodie over your shoulders, and said bye to Jake, Tara, Sam, Corey, Devyn, and Kat.

“Why are you guys leaving so early? the marathon has only started” Sam said while he hugged colby. “Y/n has a lot of work tomorrow so we should get going.” Colby replied and with that you guys left.

You didn't need to question him on what he was doing, or why, or where you were going... you knew. He brought you out here because he needed to feed his hunger, the hunger the two of you shared and had been yearning to be satisfied all night.

Huridly, he searched through his pocket for the keys, and as soon as he unlocked the car and opened the backseat door, he turned to face you. When his eyes met yours, and his mouth popped open slightly, the air between you practically crackled under the intensity of the stare.

Before he could say anything, you cupped his face and pulled him into a feverish kiss. You felt his grin against your lips, as his hand came down and gripped your waist - pulling you flush against his body. In that moment you didn't care if anyone had seen you two leave in a hurry, or if they knew what you were planning on doing, you just wanted him. Somehow, managing to not break the kiss, he guided the two of you into the car, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

He reaches behind you to shut the car door before his hands fall to your ass, squeezing it roughly; causing you to gasp and allow his tongue access into your mouth. As your tongues explored and caressed the inside of each other’s mouths, one of his hands came up to grip your throat, gently tightening around it before cupping your chin to control the kiss.

You began grinding your hips down onto him, reveling in the feel of his erection against the thin fabric of your shorts. One of his hands on your ass moved up your lower back to the waistband of your shorts, pulling it down; he let go of your chin so both of his hands could simultaneously pull down the straps of your shirt - revealing your breasts to him.

"God, you drive me crazy." He growled against your mouth, roughly biting your bottom lip, pulling it down, before flattening a hand against your chest to push you backwards slightly, giving him enough room to lean over and pull one of your breasts into his mouth. While his lips fixated on one nipple, his free hand reaches up to play with other, coaxing the most glorious sounds out of you. Your hands fist in his hair, running through the dark locks, pulling desperately to urge him on.

"You like when my mouth is on you, don't you baby?" He asks, his words slightly muffled against the skin of your breast. You nod, biting your lip. "Tell me." He demands, his hand stopping as he watches you intently.

"I love when your mouth is on me, you make me feel so good." You groan, as he takes your breast back into his mouth; moaning around it, the vibration causing your eyes to flutter shut. The combination of his mouth and hands on you, paired with the grinding of your hips, brings you to the brink of an orgasm. Just as you begin to feel the build, Colby pulls his hand and mouth off of you, leaving you a whimpering mess. He does this several more times before you finally begin to plea with him, "Colbyyy, don't tease me. Please." You whine.

"I thought you wanted to play?" He questions, arching a brow at you. "I can't, no more please. Just fuck me." You beg. Smirking at you arrogantly, his hands reach for his waistband. "Take your bottoms off." He orders.

Doing as your told, you slide off him and onto the passenger seat, quickly removing your shorts and underwear discarding them on the floor. Once he's pulled his pants off enough to free his erection, he reaches for you, offering you a steady hand.

"Come here." He breathes, pulling you back onto his lap. As you straddle him, he uses one hand to align himself with your enterance, while the other cups your backside. Leaning forward, he kisses you as you slowly sink down onto him, the two of you groaning loudly into each other's mouths.

"Ride me, princess. Please." He pants, his hands falling to your hips. Placing both hands on his shoulders, you begin to slowly lift yourself up and down on top of him - grinding your hips back and forth. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watches you steadily lift then sink yourself back onto him. "So sexy." He encourages, one of his hands coming up to brush your hair back from your face.

With that boost of confidence, you pick up your pace, circling your hips each time you come down on him. "Oh." He moans loudly, tilting his head back against the seat, his eyes squeezing shut as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth. You throw your head back and gasp when his hips snap up to meet yours, hitting you deeper than before and creating a euphoric rhythm.

Sweat builds on your forehead, and the car becomes unbearably hot as you build yourself closer to your orgasm. One of Colby's hands leaves your hip, and moves between the two of you to your clit, circling around it with his thumb. "Cole," you pant, "I'm gonna-" He leans forward and takes your pleas into his mouth, kissing you with passion.

The two heady sensations of him inside you, and his thumb pressing on your clit, sends you over the brink of your orgasm. Your hand reaches out and slams against the window as a spew of profanities fall from your mouth. Colby reaches his own climax as your insides clench around him, and he moans out your name, before his face collapses against your chest.

As the two of yours breathing calms, and your heart beats slow, you remain like this; his head on your chest, one of your hands stroking through his hair, and his arms around you. After what feels like a life time, he kisses your skin and leans back to look at you. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He states in awe.

You can't help but laugh, feeling anything but, "I'm sure I look like a sweaty mess." His hand reaches up and strokes your cheek with the back of his knuckles, "A beautiful sweaty mess." He clarifies and kisses you sweetly.

"Now, we should probably get back to my apartment ” He sighs, fixing his sweats, as you pull up the straps of your shirt and pull up your pants to cover yourself. "Or," you propose, "we could go to my house and have our own little party. What do you say, you wanna have some fun?"

He tilts his head, grinning at you knowingly. "I do."

#colby brock #colby brock x you #colby brock smut #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #sam and colby

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fandomxo00 · 21 days

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ok but imagine this:

logan putting a cigar out on you as foreplay

characters: logan howlett x mutant!plus size!reader

warnings: really exploring my pain kink here, sorry not sorry, fingering, hand job, cigar burn, reader has claws!, p in v, choking, blood play, spitting, spanking, dirtiest thing i have ever written? got a bit carried away.

It was your honeymoon, the two of you out on a beach house together. he hadn't ever thought of this but he had done it for you. To see the way you light up around the water, he'd damn near wanna live here with you. But now you were naked on the white duvet, your back arched as his fingers drove in and out of you.

Looking up at Logan, he was what resembled a wet dream. His hair in his familiar tuffs at the sides of his hair,his eyes were a dark green, his eyes trapped on you, a slight furrow in his brow, a cigar hanging from his mouth. the smell invading your scenes and enveloping you with his scent. his cock was hard, resting against his stomach as you came around his fingers.

He moved to lay over you taking the cigar out of his mouth and putting it to your chest. You let out an airy hiss as the cigar burned your skin, your lips smashed against his as he slipped into you. Moaning at the full of feeling, Logan put his cigar on the side table as his thumb ran over the now fading mark. Your healing abilities weren't as quick as his, but they stood up. He started to thrust harshing into you, his hand coming up to choke you, your head going back as you moaned. Logan's cock hitting all the right places, one of your hands moved to his shoulder before your claws sprung open and dug into his back. Making him hiss before groaning as his head tilted back, your fingers curling into his skin. Painful but mixed with the pleasure you were giving him cause his breath to become uneven. He used his hands on your neck and his hand covering your pussy as leverage as he pounded his dick into your tight wet hole.

"more." You pleaded, your air supply slightly cut off by his hand.

"more what baby?" Logan croaked.

"cigar." you whimpered, as logan chuckled before slipping out of you to grab the cigar, relighting it and bringing it to his mouth before inhaling and blowing out of his nose. you watched his every movement, his eyes train on yours, as you claws unseathed and your slightly bloody fingers up to your mouth. logan's other hand coming to pump at his cock as you moved forward to put his cock in your mouth.

"so fucking dirty, so perfect for me." logan grunted, taking the cigar out of his mouth to kiss you as his other hand went to your neck. he squeezed his fingers around the sides, making you let out a wanton moan. your hand went down to his cock, he was still soaked from your arousal as you started pumping him. "all mine."

"All yours, Lo, mark me." You whined, as logan smiled against your lips before his hand moved from your neck, moving down the sides of your body before landing on your ass, pulling you into him, before flipping you around. Spanking your ass when you bend over for him, he leant down to spit on your pussy before grabbing his cock and ramming himself back inside of you. "fuck yes." you whined as he started giving slow but heavy thrusts as he started burning your skin with the cigar. the sounds that came out of your mouth made Logan felt feral.

"my little pain slut, tell me how much you like it baby."

"so much, Lo, give me more"

"greedy little thing." he spanked you again and the he finally put the cigar out on your delicate skin, moving it circles, then he tossed it on to the floor before gripping your lovehandles and starting to pound into you.

ps. I think you can submit questions in, so if you have any requests for logan send them there! xoo

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nxrdamp · 2 years

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I’m having a huge Arven moment so I decided to ask for something cute and a little funny ☺️

Maybe Arven’s mabosstiff dislikes the reader’s dachsbun for awhile, until they just turn into inseparable best friends 😭 I love dogs and these two canine dog Pokémon stole my heart!!

Masterlist

Arven x Gn! Reader - Puppy Love

A warm sunny day in Paldea, something that was no rare occurrence. Nevertheless still enjoyed. Especially enjoyed by one little Dachsbun. (Y/n)’s Dachsbun was currently frolicking in the fields surrounding their picnic, playing with the (orange/purple) ball.

“Wow little buddy” Arven said while finely chopping basil for the sandwich,”Your Dachsbun there sure loves the outdoors. Cant say the same for ol’ Mabosstiff here.”

Mabosstiff, who was currently curled up underneath the fold out table, ruffed in annoyance.

“Awww” (Y/n) said, crouching to be eye to eye with Mabosstiff,”You don’t like the sun, do ya bud?”

He shook his head in response, but only to be interrupted by the other dog-like pokémon running over towards the table to eat the scraps of ham that fell from the sandwich, much to Arven’s complaints.

Mabosstiff growled defensively, making poor Dachsbun quiver and run behind (Y/n)‘s legs.

“Yeah don’t eat that- Hey, Mabosstiff” Arven said, placing his hands on his hips in a very motherly fashion,”Don’t be rude to their pokémon!…well maybe except (Koraidon/Miraidon)”

“Hey!” (Y/n) protested,”(Koraidon/Miraidon) is important too!”

Arven only looked over to them and gave them a “really?” look as the legendary was currently trying to steal Dachsbun’s sandwich.

(Y/n) only sighed, walking over to Dachsbun’s abandoned sandwich, and grabbing it to give it to the scared pokémon.

“Now Dachsbun, eat this and leave poor Mabosstiff alone. He doesn’t wanna play right now.”

The puppy pokémon looked up, her sad puppy dog eyes threatening to spill tears, and slowly took the sandwich and trotted away to a secluded place by the rocks.

Arven sadly sighed, seeing the pitiful sight before him,”Maybe I can do some convincing to Mabosstiff, to, ya know, be friends with Dachsbun. Poor girl is eating all alone.”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) replied, crossing their arms over their chest,”So much for a picnic. It seems to be more of a drama fest than anything.”

“I agree” Arven said,”This definitely is no where near the Lady and the Tramp. No spaghetti scene for these two, it appears.”

(Y/n) snorted in response, causing Arven’s heart to swell. No one laughs at his corny jokes, especially that not quote “bothersome student council girl”.

“It seems like we’re gonna have to be together a lot more to make them be friends. It’s a win-win” (Y/n) said, causing Arven to blush and hide his face in his hair.

“U-Um okay. Cool. Cool. I’ll uhh I’ll see you tomorrow! Make sure to bring Dachsbun and NOT (Koraidon/Miraidon).

(Y/n) kept the promise they’d heard, and brought Dachsbun and (Koraidon/Miraidon).

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Over the span of the next week, every day they tried to get Mabosstiff and Dachsbun closer together.

And every day they failed.

“Damn it.” Arven said, looking at Mabosstiff who was currently kicking Dachsbun off of (Y/n)’s couch,”Why don’t they get along?”

“Maybe they just don’t share experiences with each other” (Y/n) suggested,”Like we battled through hell at Area Zero, and they kinda didn’t together. That’s probably why we’re so close and they’re not.”

“Not close enough…” Arven muttered under his breath, low enough where (Y/n) couldn’t hear

“Maybe we should go on a trip!!” (Y/n) said,”Why not to Kalos? It’s right on the edge of Paldea!”

“Hmmm. Thats a good idea, actually, thanks little buddy!” Arven said, attempting to give a “friendly” shoulder pat.

“Why do you call me little buddy? I feel like we’re more than ‘buddies’.”

Arven coughed, trying to fight a loosing battle against the blush creeping onto his face,”W-What?!?”

“Yeah! We’re the best buddies ever! Best friends!” (Y/n) said, giving Arven a hug.

‘I don’t even care I was just friend-zoned, I love this’ He thought to himself

“All right then, (Y/n), let’s-“

“(Y/n)?” They asked,”Just plain old (Y/n)? Do I mean that little to you?”

“N-NO!” Arven said, grabbing their shoulders and looking down to meet their sad eyes,”YOU’RE AMAZING! YOU’RE MY BEST BUD EVER AND I WISH YOU WERE MORE- I MEAN I APPRECIATE YOU BEING THERE FOR ME….haha….ha…..man I screwed up didn’t I?”

(Y/n) looked into his saddened blue eyes, tears threatening to spill,”No! You didn’t Arven, I-“

“You don’t have to say it! I know you hate me now!” Arven said, storming off.

“-feel the same way….” They finished before being blasted by a rush of air across their legs.

Dachsbun ran after Arven, seeking to comfort the crying boy on the doorstep of (Y/n)’s residence.

Mabosstiff perked up, seeing how the normally hyper pokémon was slowly and gently crawling into the lap of Mabosstiff’s trainer, giving him doggy kisses.

Arven starting to laugh through the sniffles of his crying, giving Dachsbun a good belly rub as she flopped down dramatically in his lap.

Mabosstiff then got off of the couch, and went over to (Y/n), who was letting the tears fall on their own face now.

“Hey Mabosstiff…you okay?” They asked, rubbing his head.

He barked in response, nudging their legs in the direction of his trainer.

“You think he’d listen?”

“Woof!”

“I take your word for it.”

They patted Mabosstiff on the head one last time before stepping out of the threshold of their home, and sitting beside the boy who was wiping his tears.

“You never let me finish, Arven, I like you back. Have since you told me about Mabosstiff and the Herba Mystica. I really have feelings for you. I’m not ‘just saying that’, I mean it Arven.”

“Ohhhh (Y/n)” He said, bawling his eyes out,”You mean so much to me! I love to hear you say that! Please, hold onto me and never let go”

“Trust me” (Y/n) said, looking into his glassy blue eyes,”I won’t. They apparently won’t either”

Both of their eyes adverted to Mabosstiff and Dachsbun, who were cuddled up beside each other watching the scene between their trainers unfold.

“THEY LIKE EACH OTHER!!” Arven said, crying even more out of joy,”THEY’RE FRIENDS!!!”

(Y/n) laid their head on his chest,”Yeah they are, but we sure aren’t, at least not anymore.”

“What…? I thought you said-“

(Y/n) looked up into Arven’s eyes,”Yeah, we’re more than friends”

Arven, who is now blushing instead of crying, turns his face to hide it in his hair,”Okay. Cool. Cooool. That’s cool.”

“You can be happy Arven, no need to cover it up with your ‘cool guy persona’”

Arven just laughed, resting his chin atop of (Y/n)‘a head,”You’re crazy little buddy”

“Yeah so are you Arvy”

“I like that” He replied,”My (Mom/Dad) never gave me a nickname, so I’m glad it was you”

“It’s my pleasure Arvy”

The two of them sat on (Y/n)‘a doorstep, watching the sun set as the two dogs who once hated each other, played with Dachbun’s toys together.

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ellievickstar · 1 year

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River Side Confessions.

Summary: When you ask the shadow singer to help train your muscles, one thing leads to another, and you both end up together.

Request: N/A

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Pranks, Azriel threatening the sanctity and secrecy of cookie stashes.

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“When I said ‘train me to become stronger’, I really didn’t mean ‘drag me to the mountains and force me into a river’.” You were annoyed to say the least. Annoyed and sick of Azriel who was currently chuckling at you from a rock near by, standing tall as he looked down at you with those hazel eyes.

Earlier this week you had asked him if he was free to do some extra training with you because you felt like you were becoming rusty, especially since all the big wars and battles were over and all you dealt with were the occasional illyrian brute in the difficult camps.

In retrospect, you should have asked someone else. However, Azriel was significantly better than Cassian and if Cassian had gotten a hint that you wanted even a little extra training, cauldron forbid whatever he would have planned.

So maybe standing in a river trying to maintain your balance against the strong current was a decent situation, but that did not mean that you would not complain about it.

“This is training,” Azriel retorted, “With all the moping around since the war and utter lack of missions on a whole, your core muscles has probably weakened, and in hand-to-hand combat, that isn’t good, princess,” You glared at him harder.

“In simple words,” He continued, “You would be screwed if you were on a battle field right now.” Rolling you eyes, you hated that what he said was true. You had noticed that your muscles had weakened, though your technique was flawless, posture can be everything in close combat, and relying on your magic was not an option especially since Hybern had brought concoctions like Faebane into play.

Cursing at yourself, you despised how your heart seemed to leap and swoon at the nickname, and you hated how your stomach seemed to be in knots at the tired and sultry look Azriel was giving you.

Nesta would probably be screaming in your ear right now that this was some romance scene and the two of you would realise that you were both meant for each other.

Bullshit.

And maybe you should have known better than to fixate on your very real and long-term crush on the shadowsinger because just as you wanted to roll your eyes again at the thought of Nesta and her hopeless romantic novels, your foot slipped and you squealed as you fell into the water and was thrown against the rock that Azriel was standing on.

You heard Azriel curse as he grabbed you by your shoulder and hauled you out of the water.

“Shit shit shit,” Gritting his teeth he flew you to land and lay you down gently, you were bleeding from your head and you could feel the warm liquid trickle down the side of your head. However, instead of opening your eyes, you kept them closed, it was payback time.

You could feel Azriel’s hands travel up and down your body as he scanned you for injuries. “Open your damn eyes,” He bit out, it seemed like a command but you could hear his desperation. He probably knew that you wouldn’t die from such injuries and that waiting around for a bit would allow you to wake up. But you wanted to know what he would say…if there was anything to say.

“Dammit, Y/N please, you can’t be freaking unconscious from hitting a rock and if I actually hurt you I couldn’t live with myself, so open your bloody eyes,” He begged, but Azriel noticed the slight curve in your lips that you were trying to desperately hold back, and as he connected the dots he grinned.

“Well if you are unconscious I guess you don’t mind me eating your secret stash of cookies and also telling Cassian where you like to hide your stash,” Azriel drawled and you shot up so fast as you glared at him, hard. “You tell Cassian, that thief, about MY cookies, and I will break your kneecaps and pry them off with a crowbar,” You hissed. Chuckling, Azriel stroked a hand through your

“Calm down, Little Psycho, besides, you deserve it after scaring me like that,” He teased. Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname, but you rolled your eyes as you huffed. “If anyone is the psycho, it’s you. Everyone else knows that cookies are sacred,” Looking away, that was when you realised that you were pressed up against Azriel when you had sat up from your lying down ‘knocked out’ position you had curled up subconsciously to his warmth because the water on you skin made you feel unbearably cold.

As if he had also realised it at the same time, you could have sworn Azriel’s cheeks heated as you scooted away from me, bring your knees to your chest.

You both sat in silence for a while after that, and to your surprise, Azriel was the one who broke it first.

“I have a confession to make,” You could not believe your ears, did Azriel sound….awkward? Staring at him, you made a gesture with your hand, prompting him to continue. “I…I think your my mate,” Wait. Pause. WHAT!?

And that was the exact words you yelled out as you processed what Azriel had said casually like he was telling you he had beat up someone the other day over ice cream. Sure, you would have been surprised over that, but that is not how you tell someone that you are QUITE LITERALLY THEY’RE SOULMATE.

Little did you know, you had been babbling all this out and Azriel was holding back a wild grin.

Safe to say, that afternoon ended with you chasing Azriel with a random stick you had found on the river side, before you both return to Azriel’s home, and I think you can figure out what you both did next 🙂

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A/N: I love how my fluff fics are like...super short and then my angsty fics are long as frick

taglist: @positivewitch

#acotar #acotar fandom #acosf #azriel shadowsinger #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #acotar fanfic #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #azriel x reader fluff #cassian

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lovelynim · 6 months

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Take 9, recording!

ALIEN STAGE/Actors!AU - Ivan x Till

A/N: Really, really self-indulgent fic because I NEEDED to get some fluff after the damage Round 6 did to me. Also, I added a little hc that TIll is an experience actor while Ivan is still a newbie, etc, etc, you know the drill

Also, tagging @blobbirobbi, @norieoncrack and @vash-yuu because you three gave me the boost to do it this afternoon. Also tagging @tiredleekaz because i feel you'll like this (hopefully)

Summary: Round 6's recording site. Stage scene. Take... 9, sigh. Lights, camera... action!

Word count: 1305 words.

“Alright, let’s do it, guys!” The director shouted and the rest of the team promptly took their places. The camera pointed towards Till and Ivan as the studio was quickly engulfed by silence.

“Here we go… ‘Cure’, stage scene, take 9. Action,” the director commanded and the first beats of the song began to play right after. The spotlight turned to Till and, so, it began.

“Allow me, to the tip of your fingers. Allow me, to the ends of your feet.”

Ivan quietly hummed the song along while the cameras tilted around the other man, capturing the crowd’s motion in the background while Till’s voice took all the room in the studio. Ivan knew the team was tired and probably beginning to feel a little frustrated after a couple of mistakes, but he couldn’t help but enjoy every moment of it.

“Dissolve me in your gaze. I don’t want to let you go.”

‘Damn, he looks so cool right now’, Ivan thought as a smirk took place in his lips. The song went on and Ivan knew he had to focus. This was supposed to be a dramatic, emotional, tragic scene. He couldn’t be booping to the song they spent hours recording. Focus, Ivan, focus!

As Till continued to sing, Ivan decided it was a good time to rehearsal his lines. Maybe this would put him back in the right mood for this scene and, after all, he didn’t want to start the 10th take because he made the same mistake from 4 takes ago.

“Let me drown in you, until these falling stars are buried in the blur of time!”

Wait, was he at that part already?

Ivan opened his eyes and looked at the other guy with a slightly shocked expression. Gulping, he clenched his hands as he heard the piano keys starting to play in the background again. Time to shine, Ivan.

With heavy steps, Ivan walked towards his microphone. The camera was tilting right above him and it was a bit hard to keep a straight face, but he had to!

“Even if your cold words carve scars beneath my eyes.”

Carefully and gently, Ivan took his hands up and wrapped his fingers around the microphone. Holding it tightly, one word after the other left his lips and, as scripted, he was singing.

“May they linger on your tongue. You can break me apart.”

Narrowed eyes stared back at the camera in front of him. To the ones looking from the outside, Ivan seemed like the most confident actor in history, literally living up to his character. But on the inside, he couldn’t help but feel some nervousness stirring up. What if he sang the wrong line? What if he looked ugly on the recording? What if his voice cracked?!

No, it wasn’t time to think about those things. He managed to look at Till with the corner of his eyes and, even when he was idling, the sorrowful, tired look continued to stick to his face. So professional!

“Sick of those nights to come, to be engulfed by silence in your gaze where I’m seen. Consume me! Yes, me, oh oh!! ~”

Ivan would only be sure once they were done recording this scene, but he was almost 100% he nailed this part. He could feel his vocal chords slightly tiring, but nowhere near enough to make him stop.

And above anything else, the most important scene of this episode was coming up. The kiss.

“To this everlasting moment.”

“Face to face we dance.”

Ivan let out a small sigh as his last line was sung. Just as the words left his lips, the pages of the script started playing inside his head. ‘With a decisive move, you throw your microphone aside and walk to him’, he remembered the director explaining, detailing how it should be done.

“With our story lost in forever’s embrace!! ~”

Ivan felt literally chills running up his back when his eyes met Till’s. As a newbie actor, starring with someone as experienced as him was always an emotional rollercoaster, full of surprising moments that he would treasure forever. But not now. Now, he needed to focus.

Gently reaching for the other guy’s cheek, Ivan moved his hand to the back of Till’s head and pulled him into a kiss.

Part of himself questioned if he was supposed to enjoy recording this part over and over as much as he was doing, but knowing how annoyed the rest of the studio’s staff was at his mistakes, he would never voice such thoughts.

The instrumental played along with the flashing lights above them. Ivan only remembered the instructions that he should make the kiss last while Till would try to shove him away, but the director never said how, so there shouldn’t be much harm in improvising a little, right?

Ivan wrapped his free hand around Till’s slim torso, resting his fingers just below the other’s ribcage. Till pressed both hands against his chest, trying to push him away like the script told him to, but Ivan knew this wasn’t the lead to let him go, so he pulled the other man for another kiss.

However, there was something off.

He was told that, yes, Till was going to try to break their kiss and free himself, but it shouldn’t be… this effective, Ivan thought. Deciding that it would be better to just play along, Ivan moved his hand down to Till’s neck while the other pressed a little harder against his side, hoping this would be enough to keep him still to the end of the scene.

But with barely seconds before the time for the score to pop up above their heads and show his character’s demise, Ivan noticed that Till… was laughing?

“Pfft- d-duhuhude!” TIll giggled, elbowing his arm in another attempt to free himself from his embrace. “Q-quit tihihickling, ahaha!”

“H-huh?” Ivan blinked, looking down to the little space between their bodies and taking a few seconds to realize what the other guy meant. “Wait, you mean this?”

“GyAHah, y-yes! Thahat, d-don’t dohohoh it! I’m tihihicklish there!” Till laughed, throwing his head back (and maybe trusting a little too much in Ivan’s strength to hold him in place).

A fuzzy, warm feeling spread over Ivan’s chest as he heard those words. What a wonderful discovery! How could he not notice this before?! “Ahah, sorry… I mean, I didn’t expect this or this to be enough to tickle you, Till, ~” Ivan teased, carelessly spidering his fingers against Till’s side and ribs.

Before he realized, there were them again: fooling in the middle of the set. Till laughing, desperately trying to escape his hug while the only worry inside Ivan’s mind was to find where else his senior would be ticklish.

“Ivan! C’mohohon!” Till laughed while the lights of the studio turned back on, illuminating the whole scene again as this take was already beyond salvation. “I cahahan’t breheheathe!”

“Oh? But you are-”

“Guys!” The director protested, making the duo stop in the middle of the scene with a surprised look on their faces. Right, they were recording. And with people around them. A lot of people. “Sigh, let’s take a break, yeah? Five minutes, everybody.”

Despite the feeling of animosity towards them that seemed to spread across the rest of the staff, Ivan couldn’t stop himself from smiling and, much to his delight, the same seemed to go for Till.

“S-sorry, ahah, this one is my fault,” Till giggled as he got back into his own feet, rubbing his side where Ivan just tickled him. “Try to just, hmm… Hold my face?”

“Got it, I will keep that in mind,” Ivan hummed happily while walking off the stage by TIll’s side. Well, guess they couldn’t do much but wait for the next take now, right?

#alien stage #alien stage tickling #ivan #till #ivantill #lee!till #ticklish!till #ler!ivan #tickle fic #alien stage au

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miguel o'hara x spiderwomen!reader

- 6.3k words

cw: (AFAB), porn w/semi plot , degradation, size kink, manhandling, rough sex, brat taming, fingering, mating press, breeding kink, restraining, bad spanish, just pure filth

- you really didn't know how to keep your mouth shut, even in front of him. always had something to say, you irritated him to know yet god how bad he wanted to put you in your place.. and i guess today was the day

you always had something to say, rather that had been a order, or just a simple task. you always had something that you needed to say.

miguel could feel his resolve slowly slipping. you mouth always something to say back too him, and no matter his authority you still talked back. the only reason you haven't been punished too bad is because you do a damn good job at your work.

if only your mouth could say the same.

miguel had sighed, he knew you were coming to his office, you always did when you came back from a task. it almost a routine, one that he was growing sick of. he could feel the frustration building up, as he knew you were coming near.

he didn't hear your footsteps, but he could tell. you had that scent, a scent that had driven him crazy. he could feel a headache forming just thinking of it.

looking upward staring at the door, waiting for you.. waiting for you? now that was something that was new. why was he waiting for you? you had driven insane. maybe he was just thinking to much. looking back up he let out a sigh.

then there it was the door knob twisted, the door opened with a click, and there you were. with that damn grin.

"well well, it seems that you were waiting for.." you say walking up to miguel that was sitting behind his desk.

" didn't know you liked my company that much" you giggled. god you truly did drive him insane

" that's not.. what's you point in being here?" miguel says looking straight at you. annoyance displayed on his face very clearly. you looked at him, feeling another grin being formed on your face

" so cold" you say dramatically, closing your eyes bringing your hand over your face. acting out a scene. slightly opening one eyes you looked at his facial expression. distain clearly written on his face. he features had hardened a bit, his brows knitted. his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

" oh you know you love me" you say with a grin finally looking at him straight forward. his face hardened even further, his features tightened.

" stop playing around [name] just give me the report.." he said with a sigh. you pouted a bit but quickly looked collected yourself

"you didn't tell me that you don't love me" you say with a grin

"[name]"

"yeah, yeah i know, it well everything went in place. no troubles this time." you said finally taking things seriously.

miguel just nodded his head, turning his head to face the other way. he had so much stuff to do, miles had been making it even harder just to finish everything. why couldn't he just stick with the cannon event.

" you know, it's so rude of you to ignore me?" you said. you had made your way behind him. he body tensed up. he could feel your warmth near him.

"leave, i have stuff to do.." he groaned out, you being here wasn't helping. especially when your so near him.

"hmm, could it be the new guy .. what was his name... miles! is giving you such a hard time.." you say a teasing grin forming on your face, as you see his body tensing up.

"[name].. leave.." he stated, you really were testing his patience. he brows had been knitted tightly at this point. usually he wouldn't have felt like his patience slip so easily, yet with everything going on, you were really testing his limits.

you couldn't help but giggle, you really got him all twisted up, you knew that while you were away that a certain little kid was messing with miguel's plans. so with that knowledge you decided to tease him. you knew that he would have responded, yet this type of response was very well welcomed.

" it seems that i was right.. awe is miguel o'hara all worked up over a kid?" you said antagonizingly . you face twisting up it another one of your grins that you always gave him when you were teasing him.

miguel was slowly losing it, he has a whole universe to fix because of a kid, and dealing with your mouth right now it not helping

"Dios ayúdame.." miguel muttered underneath his breath, his native language always came out when he was angry or frustrated. his breath coming out heavy. he finally looked at you, his body turning around to face you.

your eyes had widen a bit, usually when he gets annoyed he just told you to go away.. but this time something had changed, this was new.

"oh wow, you really must be really stressed out from this new kid.." you say still rilling him up, knowing how every little word that falls from your lips always sent him mad. it gave you taste of satisfaction.

" i won't repeat this again.. leave.." he growled, his annoyance clearly displayed on his face. his fangs were popped outwards, your mouth was really getting to him. his fist were clenched tightly shut, in some type of restraint

" yeah yeah.. i'll go." you said, your grin had flattered a little. you turned you body around looking directly at the door, your feet finally moving. no sound was made, yet it was obvious that you were leaving.

miguel had finally unclenched his fist at noticing that you were leaving. he let out a sigh, but you would never leave without a few words. even if you were in serve trouble.

" i think i'll have to meet that miles kid.." you said underneath your breath, but you knew he heard it. you definitely knew when you heard the groan that left his lips. the deep growl that always sent shivers down you spine all the way to in between your legs. it always made your thighs to clenched together.

"That's it ....No more..I'm done.."

that was words that left his mouth before you we're quickly pulled down to ground by his webs.

your eyes widen, your arms were pulled upwards leaving you defenseless.

"miguel what the fuck?!" you spit out, sure you knew you were teasing him, testing his patience, but this wasn't the first time you've done this. yet this reaction was new.

yet for some reason you didn't mind as much as you probably should.

"Mira lo que causaste, mi querida.." miguel said in his native tongue, the growl coming out. his throat letting it vibrate deep in his chest. he was now walking up to you. his foot steps seeming so loud. you could basically hear your heart beating out of you chest.

sucking in a breath feeling the burn from in your lungs. god you were losing your breath. he looked so much bigger in this angle. looming over you. he was towing over, he's shadow covering you in darkness

" didn't i say to stop.." miguel said he's voice coming out a lot deeper, his annoyance clearly displayed on his face.

"uhh, yeah? but why am i pinned up like this.. oh don't tell me your into this.." you said. even in a situation like this you still had something to say. you mouth always fucking moving.

" esa boca tuya.. never knowing when to shut up.." miguel growled. he's features were now dark. he looked pissed. you started to think that maybe you should've have pushed him that far.

you felt yourself being pulled up by his webs, yanked upwards. you winced in pain at feeling your arms being stretched out.

"fuck.." you groaned in pain. you could feel your feet finally touching the ground, but your arms were still being held up by miguel's webs.

you looked upwards to stare at miguel, and let out some colorful words. yet before you could even speak, felt his rough hand gripping your chin, in a painfully way. you let a whine of pain. you tried to look the other way yet his grip was to fucking tight your chin

"you always have something to say, yet when you finally get called out. you turn your head act like nothing happened.." he spit out. he pulled you chin to stare into his eyes.

"and i'm sick of that mouth of yours.." he said he's words laced with venom. his fangs were very obvious because of his anger.

"y-yeah and why would i care.." you spit out still staring at him. you wouldn't let him just speak to you without you saying something back

"and to see you still think you have so many fucking words in your mouth.." he said his grip becoming more painful. he yanked you once more. this time you could feel his breath upon your lips. he was so close to you.

"miedra.." he growled, then you felt it. his lips on yours. it so much, teeth clinked together. you eyes widen, you groaned into the kiss. his fangs nicked your lip. you could taste the metallic taste in your mouth, yet you couldn't speak not when his tongue was tangled with yours.

his tongue bullied it way into your mouth, the muscle basically stuffed down your throat. your tried to push it out with your tongue, yet it only seemed to make him to kiss you even harder. his hand that was once gripping chin was now on the other side of your cheek. his thumb pushed on the side of your lips that were already being stretched by kiss. he put pressure onto the conjugation of your lips.

making your mouth open even more. leaving so much room for him to stuff his tongue farther down your throat.

you yanked your head backwards, needing a breath. panting out loud you felt the burn from the lack of oxygen, and sting from inhaling so much. a string of saliva connected you guys. your lips glistening from so much saliva from his mouth and your mouth.

miguel's thumb swiped across yours gently wiping the strand off your lip. he stared intensely at your lips, the redness and sallowness that formed from his fangs that nicked your lip. he eyes trailed to the blood that seeped from it.

he leaned closer to your face once more, his tongue slipping across your lip, tasting the blood that was coming out.

your breath hitched at his action. you were quick to speak once more, you lips parting to get your words out. miguel was quick to shut you up.

"you still don't know how to shut up do you.." he speaks in a low tone. the rumble in his chest being very obvious.

you breathe quickened at his words. your thighs clenching together. usually you would be able to bite back with your sharp tongue yet right now words couldn't even form. this was overwhelming.

" there, there no more words .." he spoke once more . the condescending tone of his voice, was sending you places that you didn't know you could go too.

he griped your chin once more, his breath hot your face. you could smell the scent of his cologne. the strong smell that always keep you awake at night.

" always having something to say.. irritating me to know end " he said he face leaning closer towards you. you to wanted to just grip his face bring him in for another heated kiss, but you couldn't do anything with the webs that held you upwards.

" but it seems that this worked.. i should've done this earlier if i knew it would work so well" he said with that smirk. he leaned closer his breath ghosting over your lips. you groaned.

"miguel.. you fucking tease.." you said with groan. you face flushed. you were so fucking pent up right now. not being able to move you arms.

he just sneered at your desperation, he licked his lips. his tongue swiping over his fangs. his eyes were darkened with a more carnal desire. his hand came back up to grab you chin and pulled you to look upwards. your eyes meet his.

that same damn grin was plastered on his face.

"look at you finally understanding what position you are in.." he said. his hand moving your face around like a doll. you really wanted to talk about, say something.. yet nothing came out. like you were in some type of trance.

you glared at him. he saw the intensity that your stare was showing. he just smirked at it.

"y-you bastard.." you finally spit out, you were really getting tired of your arms being in such a awkward position for so long.

" release my god damn arms miguel.." you said you feeling the sting of pain becoming stronger because of the position of your arms.

"no, cariño.." he spoke, his hand finally moving to rest upon you waist. you eyes widen at his warm hands on your waist.

"what the fu-" you were quickly cut off by a tight squeeze on your waist causing a slight whimper to leave your lips

"watch your mouth.." he said his hand siding up down your waist yet never going more down then your hip.

"and why should i?" you spoke out, not wanting to give in , even though you felt the warmth building up down there. you refused to give in without a little fight, that wasn't your style.

his eyes darkened at your words, yet he laughed.

"of course you still have something to say.. esa maldita boca" he growled, his eyes darkening as one of his hands trailing more downwards. ghosting over your hip.

your eyes widen, you body involuntarily squirming in his grip. you pulled at the webs that still held you upright.

he face lean forward to the conjunction of your neck, he's teeth grazing over your neck. ready to bite and tear into your skin, as his tongue protrudes out from his teeth. he licked up towards you neck.

he's warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. sending shivers down your spine all the way to your heat. you whimpered, you yanked once more on the webs trying to free your hands.

"stop.. fucking moving.." he growled. his hands griping your hips even harder. you winced at his grip. even though it was so rough it didn't help that you felt yourself becoming more hot. your face becoming flushed.

"see if only you behaved more like this.." his lips formed into smirk. his hands rubbing up and down your hips. finally trailing down your legs. he griped the flesh of your thighs before bringing your leg up to his hip. he's face nuzzled into your neck. his lips leaving soft kisses on the soft flesh. so tempting to bite.

you couldn't help let out a sigh of pleasure, the warmness from his mouth on your neck, the pleasure that it was causing making your squirm.

"stop moving.." he spoke in a deep voice, his words sending vibrations to on your skin. you felt your body listening to his words.

"mm.." a simple whine left your lips. you could feel miguel smirk against your skin. his mouth still trailing little kisses across your shoulders, towards your neck.

" see how easy it was to listen and be a good girl?" he spoke lifting his head from the crook of your neck. god you really wanted to just kiss away that smirk, go just cover his mouth with your lips. yet you couldn't do anything, not with your hands pinned upwards and his hand gripping your hip so tightly around. you swear you could feel bruises forming.

you shot him a glare, you wanted so bad to just pull on his hair and yank him into another kiss, but you couldn't move.

"hmm, it seems you want more? is that it." he said condescendingly. his fingers gripping your chin. you could feel his hot breath on your lips, it spread across your face.

"you act like such a brat, yet when i give you just a little attention you act like a fucking slut.. always ready to spread your legs.." he said, he was enjoying this. it was so satisfying to see you finally shut your mouth

" such a dirty slut.. it's laughable.." he said so fucking condescendingly, it was driving you mad, but god was it making you so fucking wet.

god you whimpered at his words. his words sending pleasure down your hot core. you turned your head the other way, not being able to look at him anymore. you felt his claws swiping over your cheek causing blood to spill.

miguel growled at your disobedience. he was quick to grip your face again. your face being squished together. blood spilling out even more

" fuck cariño, look what you've done." he growled. you couldn't help but still resist his hands that gripped your cheek.

the tight grip on your hip, tightened even more. you winced in pain. you finally stared at him, your eyes glaring at him.

" and you still don't listen.. maybe this might work" he said his grip on your hip finally releasing. you sighed in relief, the pounding on your hip now subsiding. you stared at him, not knowing what he meant.

his hand trailed down your hip. tracing across your lower abdominal. you sighed in pleasure. you couldn't help but shiver at his touch. his claws that were dangerously sharp, were causing you to feel more anticipation to build up. you couldn't stop but rub your thighs trying to relief some heat that had been building up from his touch.

you felt his fingers trail downwards, following down to your lower stomach. you whimpered softly. your mouth parting slightly. you sucked in some air, needing to feel the burn in your lungs. the desire building up. your core just aching for something.. it was aching for him.

"you know for someone who has such a dirty mouth, you have such a nice body." he said inhaling a deep breath as he continued.

" the same body, that keep me up all night. just imagining how soft your skin would feel underneath my finger tips..." he spoke his hand trailing even further downwards.

your eyes widened, you mouth opening to speak to get something, yet all that left was a sad excuse of his name, ending up like a moan

"fuck.." he growled his finger finally drawing down your core. his finger running up and down your clothed slit.

you whined , your legs slammed shut at his fingers rubbing up and down your sensitive spot. you could feel yourself becoming more and more wet.

"look at you so fucking wet, i could feel you soaking though the fabric.." miguel whispered into your ear. his hot breath hitting your ear sending shivers down your spine. your breathe hitched.

he moved his leg between your legs. opening them up to give him more space for his fingers

"keep them open..." he growled into your ear, his hands moving back to your clothes cunt. his fingers just moving up and down your slit never moving up to touch your clit, give you the stimulation that you desperately desired. your mouth couldn't stop but let out soft whimpers, with some quiet moans.

"fuck..." you whimpered out, you were getting even more frustrated that his fingers wouldn't touch your clit. it was driving you mad. god what you would do to just be able to just remove at least the clothes down there

" awe are you getting so frustrated? but your god damn pussy is dripping it's soaking my fingers though the fabric.." he said condescendingly.

" maybe i should remove this flimsy fabric, and maybe stick a finger in.. huh? you would like that wouldn't you?" he continued to mock you. he words making your drip with arousal. you grind against his fingers. you had become more and more desperate. not being able to move your arms. leaving you to the mercy of miguel who had you going places that you didn't know you could go.

miguel saw you pathetic attempt of trying to chase after your pleasure. it was cute, you thinking you would be able to get everything you want after all that back talk.

"hmm, it seems you want more huh?" he hummed, his breath becoming heavy on your neck. he felt him becoming more hot. he could feel the tightness of his suit. a bulge probably very obvious, yet he could care less about that right now. not when he finally has you on his fingers.

a daydream that he have dreamed many times while alone in the comfort of his own bed. you truly are something, he almost did give in for you, but you need to learn a lesson. you need to finally understand your place.

his rough hands continue to rub up and down your slit. his sharp claws so tantalizingly tracing over the fabric. just threatening to tear the fabric.

he placed open mouth kiss along your neck. his tongue running over the soft skin. savoring your sweet, soft skin. he breathed deeply though his nose. his mouth still moving across your skin. leaving sloppy sounds in the air. it being so intense in your ear.

he put more pressure on your core. you let out a yelp from the sudden pleasure. your face becoming more and more flushed. he really couldn't stop himself now. not after you made such a cute yelp.

his claws finally teared though the fabric. the cold breeze hitting your hot cunt, that was dripping in your arousal. you whimpered at the different temperatures that hit your cunt. you felt your clit twitch in desperation, needing something.

"is this what you wanted.." he cooed in your ear, his finger rubbing on your bare cunt. you could here the sloppy sounds that we're forming with ever rub in between your folds. you felt your core starting to drip out more of your arousal.

you let out a soft whimper as his fingers brushed against your clit, sending electric shocks to your core.

miguel saw your reaction, his index and middle finger, followed your folds to the hood. slowly moving upwards to rub against that small little bundle of nerves.

"fuck..." you whined feeling his finger's finally rub against the sensitive little thing, that you were craving. you legs once again squirmed against his finger. grinding down need more friction. you couldn't even form words when your pussy so desperately wanted

"so greedy, grinding on my hand like a slut.." he spit out, his eyes darkening as he felt the slick build up on his hand. the sloppy sounds becoming more apparent.

"i-i'm not a slut.." you tried to defend yourself, but it came out more like a whimper at his sudden fast pace on your clit. rubbing 8's on your clit. moving the little bud then pulling on it, causing you to let out a whine at the sharp pain and pleasure it caused.

"i wonder.." he said underneath his breath, his finger falling more downwards. falling down to you've leaking hole. rubbing around the rim.

"how you would sound if i were to stick a finger in, into this sluttly little hole." he said his finger sliding in. your eyes widen . you pulled at the webs that still held your arm upwards. the stretch of his thick finger in your hole, causing a sting. you sucked in a sharp breath of air though your teeth.

you whined, his finger pushing even deeper. you mouth opened into a "O" shape. you could feel his finger sliding more inwards. your velvet inner walls sucking them in greedily, wanting more. you could feel rough texture of his finger, adding more pleasure, the sting of pain that you once felt when he first added his finger into your pussy, now subsiding.

"fuck..." he mumbled, you stared intently at his finger moving deeper into your cunt. you heard him let a groan, just seeing his hand becoming wet because of the pleasure he caused.

he stared to curl his fingers, your walls tightening even more. you eyes shut close as his fingers rubbed against your walls. you let out a pathetic moan. you were enjoying this so much right now.

his finger continued to rub against your walls curling even more. he pushed even more in, the palm of his hand resting across your cunt. your let out a whine as you felt him grind the palm of his hand on your clit.

he groaned into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. this was so overwhelming, yet you wanted more. wanted so much.

his eyes trailed once more to your cunt that was being stretched by his finger. he let his other finger run through your folds before it found your hole, the one that was being stuffed.

he grinned slightly, his other finger going around your stretched hole.

"A ver si puedes, un dedo mas" he spoke in a low tone. his middle finger plugging into your tight hole. you shut your eyes closed at the sudden fullness, a silent moan leaving your lips.

"h-hah..fuck.." you whimpered, words not fully forming. you felt the muscles in your thighs start to flex from the sudden pressure.

you let out a whine when he started to move his fingers in and out your cunt. the sloppy and filthy sounds overwhelming your senses. it was so overwhelming, miguel was overwhelming all your sense. your mind all thinking of him, and the pleasure that he was creating.

"that feel good..i bet it does.." he groans into your ear. he continued at that pace, he fingers going in and out. the sloppy sounds of your cunt becoming louder because of how wet your pussy was becoming. your juices coving his hand.

you had shut your eyes, droplets of wet tears forming in the corner of your eyes. taking short and sharp breaths though your teeth. it was so surreal. the pleasure causing you to lose your own grip of reality.

you could feel yourself approaching that high really quickly. it was pathetic how you were so close to coming. you were tipping over the edge, and he could tell you were close.

your body was basically vibrating, your legs becoming tremblingly, you upper body squirm around. pulling at the webs that held you up.

"..don't move to much .." he whispered into your ear, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. sending shivers down your spine and pussy

you felt yourself clenching around him when he spoke.. and you knew that he knew at this point. you squeezed your eyes closed. moving your head the other way.

it was embarrassing, how close you were, how you were so turned on by him just speaking, and how he was stretching your pussy.

"..hmm you like that don't you.. fucking slut" he groaned into your ear. you whimpered at his words. you cunt clenching around his fingers once again.

you could feel him smirking, this man i swear. you would've tried to say something snarky yet you couldn't, not when his pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt so nicely.

the way he curled his fingers, and the way his palm rubbed against your clit. so overstimulating. you felt tears prickle in the corner of your eyes.

"..f-fuck-" you moaned out. his palm had rubbed once more your clit but this time you knew it was on purpose. he added more pressure and moved his palm of his hand up and down your clit, all while pumping in and out your pussy

"be a good girl..and cum" Miguel whispered into your ear, and that was it. the knot that had built up broke. you thighs flexed as you came.

your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you let out a broken moan of his name as you came. your juices soaking his hands , yet he didn't stop. he keep letting you ride the high, it was to much.

"h-hah...mm- no more.." you whined, your clit beginning to ache of pain from overstimulation. you felt miguel finger's finally stop. you were finally able to get a breathe of air.

your vision had gotten blurry from your orgasm. when you finally came to your senses, you saw miguel smirking over you.

"..w-what you smirking at..h-hah.." you snapped back.

"you and that mouth..." he spoke pushing his fingers in your mouth. your eyes widened tears pricking in your eyes as you gagged on his digits

"see isn't this much better?" he said condescendingly. his eyes stared intensely at your mouth as you choked down on his fingers. you could taste yourself.

he yanked his fingers out from your mouth. you let out a choked sound as you we're finally able to breath properly. as you were catching your breath miguel was quick to detach you from the webs that once held you up.

you let a sigh of relief, but a soon as that happened you were pushed against a desk. you looked up at him, opening your mouth to speak only to muffled by his tongue being stuff down your throat.

you let out another grunt, but you kissed him back your tongue tangling with his. your mouth moving in sync. you could feel his fangs just grazing over your lips and tongue. it was so overwhelming.

you felt his hands on your thighs, he gripped it tightly before pushing both your legs up to your chest. you let out a whine from the discomfort of your legs being pushed tightly against your chest

miguel eyes trailed downwards to your pretty little pussy.

"so fucking beautiful.." he said. he pushed himself against you. you felt more discomfort and the tightness of your chest from the pressure. his forearms rested against the desk right next to your face.

you took deep breaths as you looked at him with lusted filled eyes..even though your clit twitched in overstimulation. your cunt was wanting more, wanting something bigger. needed something bigger

"you ready..?" he spoke into your ear. you were gonna speak but before you could speak your felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down your folds.

you let out a pathetic whimper. he continued to rub the tip though your folds, collecting all your juices before he moved his cock to the entrance of your cunt.

you let out a whine. you felt so defenseless and vulnerable. you couldn't move anything, your whole body being held down just by his body. you couldn't wrap you legs around his waist and make him put it in. it was so antagonizing.

you looked down to see, his big cock just glistening in your juices . you were able to free your arms. you were quick to warp your arms around his neck. pull his face close to you. you were so needy at this point.

"watch yourself, mi cariño" he groaned into your ear. just the tip of his cock slightly pushing its way into your cunt

even though you knew you should watch your words..you couldn't you need him now.

"..please- hah i need you so bad..please full me up" you moaned into his ear, hoping he would just fuck you so hard that you would see the stars

miguel's face had changed at the words you spoke. his pupils becoming more dialaded. you heard him let out a groan.

then he put all in one thrust. you let out a high moan. your eyes rolling to the back of your head. tears pricking in your eyes. it felt painful at the stretch yet it felt so fucking good.

your walls clenched down on his cock like you were never gonna let hiknleave your insides.

miguel had let out a few grunts. his breathing becoming heavier. he let out a loud groan before he spoke

"f-fuck mi cariño, your so fucking tight." he said. he slammed his hands on the desk right to side of your head. he pulled back his hips just to slam back into your cunt and it sucked him back in like it was meant to be there.

he was so deep, your walls clamped down on him. you moaned like a dog in heat it was so pathetic but you didn't care not when he's cock was pounding your pussy like you were a toy

the loud sounds of skin slapping bouncing off the walls. your loud moans sending more blood to miguel's cock as he fucked you like a fucking toy.

his body pressed against yours that made you feel like you can't go anywhere. just simple a little cock sleeve for him to use with no regrets.

you felt so fucking good, squeezing down on his cock like a needy whore, and you we're finally shutting that mouth of yours. miguel continued to move his hips, his thrust being hard and so deep to the point he felt like he was in your womb.

your nails dig into the back, blood being drawn as you held on for dear life. the way miguel was fucking you made the whole desk shake, griping onto the miguel was the only thing that was stable. even you body was moving up with the way he was thrusting into your cunt.

the sounds of your wet cunt were so loud. even your moans coudnt cover the sound that your cunt was making.

miguel's looked down where his cock was pumping into you. he let groan, he slowed down his thurst as hd stared at how a white ring formed at the base of his cock. the way your juices were soaking his balls

he throw his back. fuck you really were gonna be the death of him.

with every thrust, you felt your cunt memorizing every detail of his cock. how his cock had a slight curve to it or how he had three big veins, two of them on the bottom near his balls while the other that ran upwards near the tip of cock. so overwhelmingly.

you could feel saliva leaking from your mouth. you were fucked out of your mind. nothing on your mind except him, and how his cock felt inside you.

"hmm, already fucked senseless huh?" he said condescendingly. he let out another grunt as he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock. some swear words leaving his mouth.

he throw his head back, letting out grunts and groans, and the occasional growl. he bit his lip. his fangs digging into his lips, blood being spilled. all he wanted to do at this point was fill you up to brim with cum. all the way into your womb.

he felt his cock twitch at the thought, breeding..getting you pregnant so you would just be a obedient little housewife. fuck he was so close.

he felt your cunt squeeze once more around his cock this time a loud moan falling it. then he felt the way your pussy pulsed..fuck you came again.

his hands came to your legs that were once pressed against your chest. he moved them over his shoulders. you felt the stretch of your legs though the post-orgasm

you let out a whine. he didn't stop his brutal thrusts. your pussy so stretched out from his cock, he felt like he had spilt you in half.

"fuck..i'm gonna fill you up with so much cum.." he groaned into your ear. he trailed kisses down your neck. you let out another pathetic moan at his words. you were so out of it, but you wanted to filled you needed to be.

"hmm.." miguel hummed, his thrusts becoming faster. your nails digging more into his shoulder blades. more blood being spilled, yet it didn't matter not when you pussy is just asking to filled

miguel press his body closer towards yours, pushing your legs even further, the uncomfortable sensation was soon turning into pleasure.

miguel leaned in for a kiss. the kiss was so sloppy. saliva being smeared everywhere. he nibbled on your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck. his kisses soon turning into sucking. his fangs grazing your neck.

miguel's thrusts became more sloppy. his groans and grunts becoming more and more louder.

he was so close, and he was gonna fill you up until your cunt was overflowing with his cum. he sallowed before he did one more deep thrust. you felt it hit that spot that sent you seeing stars.

you let out another choked moan, you came all around his cock. miguel let out a choked out grunt before you felt ropes of warm cum feeling your insides

your pussy pulsed around his dick miguel had throw his head back as he continued to send ropes and ropes of his white creamy cum filling your womb with his seed.

miguel finally catches his breath. you look down at we're you guys we're connected. he slowly pulled out. you let out a soft whimper as you felt his cock leave your cunt

miguel let out a soft groan as he stared at your cunt that was oozing out his cum. he rubbed the tip of his now soften cock up and down your slit before he pushed the tip back in.

your eyes widened when you felt him push his tip back in, though your post orgasm state you choked out a response

"..h-hah, no more..fuck i swear to got miguel" you spoke. you started at him with half lidded eyes. then you saw his face twist into a grin

" it's seems you still have some words left in you..i guess i'm just gonna have to fuck the rest out of you..mi cariño.."

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #smut

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Just a bet - Philip Graves

This is the alternative ending to Part 2 (Part 1 is here)

Based on a request:

Based on a request: Can I make a request, please of a heartbreaker Graves x Naive/Innocent Fem!reader? (Am in need some feelings hurt to feel something) Prompts; - reader is a general’s daughter, whilst grave is an ambitious soldier who aimed to be a captain (or somewhere along the lines) - There were bets of who can f-ck the general’s daughter happening behind the scene among the soldiers, and Grave decided to join in - Unfortunately reader, fell in love with grave. Found out it just a bet, felt betrayed and heartbroken. I hope this is okay with you, also it's okay if you don’t want to do it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 tqsm!

F!Reader, angst, implied sexual relation

A/N: All too well (10min. version (Taylor version)) - Taylor Swift and you'll see where I got my inspiration.

There you stood in an empty hallway before reaching the mess hall, heartbroken and all hope lost.

It pained you to know that he didn't want you for your way of thinking or who you are as a person but for a stupid bet, loose change for some and a dick move from him. You walked away, the hoodie he had given you last night in your hand. You drop it and continue walking away.

What went so wrong last night that he just hurt you this way?

You, out in the cold of the night as you wait for your dad to get off work. You were in your civilian clothes, ready to just head home and sleep. "It's cold, don't y'think?" Graves walked up to you, hands in his pocket. "Yeah, little cold," you respond.

"Dad almost out?" he asks, standing next to you. "Yeah, he should be out soon." He noticed you had chills from the cold wind, "Here, take my hoodie." He removes it and hands it to you. "Thanks," you put it on and smile at him. "No problem."

As you waited for your dad, you and him talked. It was strange, to see him like this. When no one was around, he was so soft and sweet, and always knew what to say to make you blush. To be honest? He enjoyed that time with you, made him feel more human than a soldier like he could ever feel.

As Graves went back out from his lunch with the guys, he noticed his hoodie was on the floor, the same one he lent you last night. "Fuck." He whispers and picks it up. Smells like you and him. You probably heard it all.

"Have you seen R/N?" He asked almost all the soldiers near him. All either asking him if he was going for 'round 2' or if your dad was okay. Once he saw you walk into the women's bathroom, he understood that he just had to give you space. For 20 minutes he waited outside, not letting the other female soldiers in, 'maintenance' was his excuse. You cried, washed your face and walked back out, pretending you weren't just crying over him.

"R/N?" His voice was soft, full of regret and some hope. "Leave me alone." You began to walk towards your dad's office, your excuse was 'Mum will need me for dinner and I have to go now.'

"It wasn't just a bet, R/N. You have to let me explain." He was desperate, that is for sure. You continued walking and he kept up with your pace. Once he knew no one was around, he pulled your arm so you could stop walking. "You don't get it, okay? I like you, I really do and those guys-"

"You used me for a stupid bet, Graves! Who does that?" You interrupt his lame excuse. "Please, hun. I care so much for you- I was just playing pretend with them. If they know I have a soft spot, someone that makes me happy, excited and so damn cheesy they'd make fun of me."

"Are you embarrassed by me?"

"No, no no no...I'm actually proud you chose me. You are this smart, skilled, so funny and beautiful girl and I...I don't know why I took the bet, I really don't." He sighs, his head hands low until he looks at you.

"You are my weakness and if this got out, gosh hun I...they would hurt you, people that hate me would hurt you. Can't you see I'm dying here for you to understand?" So desperate but full of truth.

Your eyes are teary once more. "Why did you take that bet?"

"Because I am a dick. A selfless man at first but then I got to know you, how I began to understand who you are as a person, this amazing soul and the girl I seriously want to date and live my life with."

All the nights when he and your dad would talk and laugh at stupid jokes. How he sat in the armchair and your dad next to him in his. Impressing him, making plans so you and him would spend Christmas with your family. The wink or look he would give you when he sipped coffee.

"I mean it, what I said that night as you trusted me with your body. How I worship you, the way I kissed your body, how good it felt to be held by you as I made you mine over and over. Don't you remember? Our bodies radiating the love we felt, please hun, just please listen to me. It was not just a bet for me, it was and is the best moment of my life." He got closer, hands holding yours. "Please give me a chance to prove I love you."

Three words that to this day, as you walk down the aisle to him hold onto. And he did prove it, ever since then he has proved how much he loves you. Not everything was dead like he thought because not everything was a bet.

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despairinthedeparturelounge · 2 years

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Dragon Fall

It's a war and Thranduil gets injured, you on the other hand must act quick.

Thranduil x Elf!F!Reader, Elrond x F!Reader

Warnings: mention of blood/death, it's not ansty though, reader is Elrond's daughter, happy ending.

Possible typos and bad grammar, like & Comments are very much appreciated

brennil nín : my lady

bui govad adar nín : i must see my father

Athon : we will

Mellnín : my dear

You took a sharp breath as the man next to you tried to clean your open wound,

It was still bleeding and cleaning the skin around it looked such a pointless action to be done over and over again but you promised to be seated on that chair and you did so.

The soldiers walked into the tent as one of them stepped forward and bowed down before talking, "my lady.."

"Where is he? Did you find him?"

You said rising to your feet immediately,

The soldier looked down without saying a word making you frown and walk another step forward, "did you find him? Answer me!" You shouted with shaky voice filled with fear and anger,

"No, my lady the king is nowhere to be seen"

Your anger turned into furiousness "then searched the unseen!" You burst out louder than before "lift every damned corpse human, elf or beast! I want him found!" You slammed your wounded hand hard on the wooden table before you making the men flinch in surprise "and do not come back unless you have done your duty! You heard me?"

Pointing your index finger swiftly to his face drops of your bloody hand landed on his face, "yes my queen."

You nodded "go now, faster" you command without a single emotion on your face.

He was there beside you before the dragon appear, you lost him there and moments later the land was divided in two and fire was everywhere burning the dead and alive, the scene was right before your eyes playing over and over again.

Wiping the tear from your cheek you felt the wetness of blood being spread on your face, "lady Y/n, you're bleeding,"

"I'm covered in blood i don't think a wound would do much different." You replied moving back to the chair you were sitting on previously.

You rested your head on your hand to close your eyes for a moment when a scream from outside of the tent caught your attention you quickly stood up to run out but the soldiers were faster to step inside while carrying a thing in their arms, placing the man on the table.

Your eyes found the capitan with the hope of answering your questioning eyes, his eyes met yours "we found him near the dragon fall" you gasped covering your mouth with your hand moving to the person he claimed to be your king,

You looked at his ringed fingers dirty with blood and mud reaching your fingers out to touch his, the warm of his hand calmed you down as you let out a shaky breath, "thran-"

You looked at the cloth covering his face, "the king is severely injured, we need to send for our healers at once"

You slowly removed the cloth to meet his burnt face and neck, your heart ached looking at him, your knees went weak feeling like they can't hold the weight of your body anymore.

You sobbed loudly squeezing his hand in yours as you kneeled down before him, "there is no time for that" you mumbled kissing his knuckles with your chopped lips, "but my lady"

You stood up with the help of table edge, still staring at his face wishing he would at least open his eyes, saving the picture of his damaged eye, gazing at him

"get half the soldiers remaining, those who can bear a trip," looking at your capitan with red teary eyes, "we shall travel to Rivendell, the faster the better"

"Should we send a messenger to inform lord Elrond first?" He hesitated at first

"That's a fine idea capitan" you gave him a faint smile as he bowed down giving you a certain look, you pointed to the exit allowing him to leave.

Your gaze found your lover again as his almost lifeless body was on the table with other elves treating his open scars, you could still smell the dragon breath on him, his hair and his armour, "give me a clean cloth"

You said looking at the elf standing next to you as she quickly handed you the wet piece and by that you started to clean the dried blood from his lips and remaining skin, "stay with me my love, you'll be fine"

You spoke softly near his ear

"We'll be fine and back home, don't you miss home?" Kissing his ear carefully you let your tears drop on his hair while caressing it, "you're gonna be so angry about your hair now"

"My queen, the ride is ready" you blinked a few times before standing up again, looking at your husband one more time you let go of his hand "tell the guards to carry the king gently, i shall leave to meet my father first"

"Yes my lady, i get your elk ready"

With the help of a maiden you wore a cloak over your ripped clothes, "is she alive?" You panted holding the cloak in your hand,

"Safe and sound my queen" you smiled out of relief, "that would do it then capitan."

Your solo ride to Rivendell was difficult due to all the injuries and burden you were carrying both on your body and mind, using only one hand to control your elk made your pace to be slower than what you actually wanted, hours have passed and you finally saw the gates of your town, removing the hood from your head allow the cool breeze to reach your hair,

Deep down you never liked the way your hair looked, the two colour opposite of each other, like they ran out of ink and under your hair remained colourless, brightly white. Whilst the top of it was brown, like how it was suppose to be, like your father, like your siblings.

Your father on the other hand adored it more than anything ever possible, calls it a blessing that you carry a bit more of your mother with you,

He made you value and take care of the gifts given to you.

The sound of waterfall made you open your tried eyes, "i need to see lord Elrond" you addressed the few guards that were standing before you.

The guards were still on the way of your elk, seems like it's been so long for them to remember you,

You thought, when a voice made them all step aside "brennil nín" the familiar voice made you smile as you tried your best to get off of the animal, "Kera.." you whispered the she-elf name watching her walk closer to the guards, "Kera, bui govad adar nín!"

"Athon"

She held your arm to help you walk the hallways, "Valar be good! we need to tend this wounds at once my lady" you immediately disagreed looking at her worried face "my father first, this matter is urgent Kera!"

"Mellnín"

"Ada.." the lamp in your throat grew larger when your father appeared from behind the doors of a chamber, you sobbed running to his open arms, "half his face is burnt ada, the wound looked awfully painful and... and i-" you gulped moving your hand to mimic the exact place of the scar and to talk all was in your polluted mind you talked faster and more breathlessly with tears running down your cheek,

"The messenger you sent arrived here, You did the right thing" the voice was calming and approved your worried eyes of the decision you made hours ago,

He held your face in his hands to wipe the tears gently with his thumb, "come, Vanimelda let us take care of everything." He said kissing your forehead while carrying you back into the chamber, holding your shoulder.

Your body yearned for anything that could silence the pain it was bearing around for too long now.

The high burning fever made it so difficult for you to keep an eye open and the tender touches your father would left on your face made it even harder, "rest a bit now, you're safe" the words faded away as your body gave in and let your eyes to be close finally.

It felt like it was just a bad dream, a bad night that could be escaped right after you open your eyes, "there my lady, can you open your eyes?"

You heard a voice from distance as your mind tried to make up pictures, your body was now pain free, bringing your hand to your neck and face you barely could sense the thing you touched but you could tell the fever was gone,

Your eyes suddenly flutter open with the realisation of where you are,

"Valar.... Thranduil!!"

You almost shouted jumping from the bed you were lying in, rubbing your eyes to fix your blurry sight you looked around the chamber, "my lady you need to rest more" walking to the door you fixed the shoulder of the gown you were wearing

"where's my father?" Shouting while walking away, the maids pointed to the closed door of your father's personal chamber, quickly making your way to the chamber you opened the heavy doors with all the strength left in you only to be greeted by half dozen of healer elves gathering upon a bed, "ada" you whispered stumbling inside to reach the bed you assumed Thranduil was on.

"Y/n he's fine, look at me!" He took your jaw in his hand forcing you to look at him, your eyes filled with tears again, "his injuries are not fatal my dear, he's a strong elf"

You sniffed tilting your head, "and you're even stronger, my strong girl. You make me so proud and worried at the same time like always." You smiled still looking at his kind eyes.

"I thought i lost him"

"You saved him, you saved a king and a realm and you brought me back my daughter" taking your cold hands in his, he softly opened your fist with his fingers "so many lives were saved because of you, the lady of Mirkwood" pressing your lips together you were ready to thank him for all he was done when a grunting sound came from his behind, you looked at your father once again when he allowed you to approach the bed,

kissing his hands you let go of them to make your way to your husband,

"Meleth nín" you mouthed sitting on the bed next to him immediately taking his wounded hand, your touch made him try to open his eyes but the light in the room still was too much for his sensitive eyes,

"Y/n...."

"Yes, yes i'm here, i'm right here!" Carefully you placed your hand above his face to make a shelter from the light, "open your eyes now slowly would you?"

Moving your face closer to him, he tried to open his eyes slowly because of the shadow you provided.

His eyes found you the moment they opened, you could see the injured eye, the damaged was made and it made you want to cry again.

"my love"

"Hello..."

"You're here" his expression soften taking the sight of you with his whole heart.

"Of curse i am!! Oh heavens i thought i lost you for a second" you cried out placing his hand on your heart, it felt like it was gonna come right out through your chest.

"Are you alright my love?" You nodded as he sat back with the help of two other elves, moving forward you tried to fix the cousions for his back to sit comfortably, the light dimming on your skin showed the bruises drawn all over it,

He brushed his hand on your back, "i'm so sorry"

You touched your shoulder when the weight of something on your body made you both look up,

Your father placed a cloak on your shoulders to cover your bare back before speaking

"Don't say that, you both fought with bravery"

Thranduil sat more straight still holding your hand

"Lord Elrond, i am so thankful for all you did,"

"Take all the time you need, and don't pay any mind to the scar we will get that fixed" he said smiling telling others to leave the room after him.

Moments after being alone you crawled completely onto the bed resting your head on his chest as he breath, tracing shapes on the shown skin from his unbotten top, the rising and falling movement of his chest and heartbeat made you smile bigger than ever possible,

"I heard all the sweet things you whispered, your voice was all in my ear"

You looked up without moving much from his embrace,

"It was torture not being able to answer you, to tell you that i'm fine"

"But you weren't fine"

He looked at you side ways smiling, "i am now, and so you are!" He kissed your forehead moving downward to your lips, giving them small kisses, "and we have someone waiting at home for us you know,"

He nodded kissing you once again

"We'll be there soon my love, i promise this"

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes observing the warmth of his hands, finally resting all the worries and washing them away.

#lord of the rings #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings imagine #lotr x reader #lotr imagine #lotr fanfic #thranduil x you #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #thranduil x wife #lord elrond #elrond

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sainzfilm · 2 years

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Toto + Blind date!

maybe with a driver!reader from another team? (maybe alpine?) also if u are gon a go with alpine can Fernando be the other driver if you don't mind

pairing: toto wolff x driver!reader

a/n: this is so cute....ANYWAYS yes i do write for toto if requested hehe for my toto girlies out there

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"Fernando!" You groaned as you ran a hand down your face, frustrated from how your teammate-turned-fatherly figure friend was acting, " really don't need a love life."

"Hija, what's wrong with trying?" Fernando laughed as he patted your shoulder, "Do you think I'd set you up on a blind date if the guy was an ass?"

"No," You mumbled, taking a sip from your water bottle, "I’ll literally crash into you in the next race if you did."

"So you'll take it up?" He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes that you definitely missed out on, "I'll let him know right now if you will."

Scoffing, you crossed your arms, "You won't stop until I agree to it, won't you?"

Fernando nodded, "Nope. Never."

"Okay, fine!" You threw your hands up as you stood up from the bed in Fernando's hotel room, "Just text me the address of the restaurant."

"I hate you, just so you know," You poked your tongue out at him as you exited the room, closing the door behind you, "Can't believe l'm letting this happen."

Before heading out, you took a quick touch-up in your hotel room and changed into something more casual - not too fancy, not too plain either.

"I hope he didn't get me someone bad looking," You grumbled as you headed out of the hotel, following the address that Fernando texted, "Huh...it's pretty near the hotel?

Humming as you walked along the streets of Monaco, you couldn't help but admire the night sky that hung above you. Would this blind date turn out well?

Your phone lit up with a text from Fernando that read,‘Enjoy tonight, hija. I'm sure you'll spot him quickly in the crowd.'

As you spotted the restaurant, you couldn't help but squint your eyes at the tall, lanky man that could easily be spotted from afar, "Toto?"

Quickly dialing Fernando's phone, you tapped your foot against the cement, "Come on, pick up!"

As Fernando's voicemail played out, you groaned in frustration and shoved your phone back inside your purse. Were you that obvious about how you had a silly school girl crush on the Mercedes Team Principal?

You sighed with slumped shoulders as you walked closer to the entrance of the restaurant, tapping Toto on the shoulder.

"Wha- oh, Y/N!" Toto turned around with a smile on his face, "What brings you here after the race?"

"Before I answer that," You mumbled as you crossed your arms, anxiously tapping your feet on the ground, "Did…Fernando put you up to this?"

"Uh…” Toto smiled sheepishly as he put his hands inside his pockets, "Yeah, he did. I understand if this isn't what you hoped for. Or if I'm not the one you wanted to see."

"Damn it, 'Nando," You sighed as you looked up at him, smiling softly, "Not to embarrass myself but l'm actually glad it was you."

"Really?" Toto replied, his heart skipping a beat from your confession, "I was hoping it'd be you when Fernando reached out to me yesterday."

"Well then, maybe it's a good thing I agreed," You laughed, "Romeo and Juliet kind of thing. Me being an Alpine driver, you being the team principal for Mercedes."

"Doesn't that make it more exciting?" Toto teased as he put his hand on your back, leading you inside the restaurant, "No harm in trying to see where this goes."

"I guess so," You replied, fighting back the blush spreading across your cheeks, "Let's just see.?

Toto smiled as he pulled the chair for you to sit, "I'm already hoping only good things come."

You looked at him with a smile, sitting across him, "I think it will when it's you."

bonus scene!

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yourusername thank you for driving me to the paddock for the race weekend and for looking after hazel ❤️

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fernandoalo_official you're welcome, hija. about time the two of you got together

yourusername thank you, fernando 😒

lewishamilton welcome to the family, Y/N 😉 let us know if the boss does something bad, we'll back you up

georgerussell63 or if you need any blackmail content

totowolff not funny, you guys. but thanks for my girl's warm welcome

totowolff will drive you anytime, sweetheart. had fun with hazel today ❤️

alpinequeen i guess they're after the cutest couple on the paddock title IM CRYING

ynupdates and this is all thanks to fernando, best teammate for real 🙏🏻

#sainzfilm’s 300 celebration #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff imagine #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 imagines #fluff #drabble #toto wolff #mercedes #toto wolff fluff #toto wolff drabble #toto wolff oneshot #toto wolff fanfic

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welcometothejianghu · 5 months

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Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 有翡/Legend of Fei.

Legend of Fei is a 2020 adaptation of priest's webnovel Bandits that tells the story of a competent yet sheltered young swordswoman, the terrible gremlin boy who decides they're married now, and their various friends as they venture into the jianghu to acquire the legendary MacGuffin that will do ... uh, something, probably.

This show is a delight. It is pure goofy, tender-hearted sincerity. It has so many precious baby angels with adorably pinchable cheeks performing so many fetch quests in so many styrofoam dungeons. It is funny on purpose and funny on accident. It is 51 episodes of rollicking, slapdash, green-screened adventure.

I am trying real hard here not to bite on @agendratum's wonderful rec post for the series, which includes the words "discount word of honor with teens," a phrase that lives rent-free in my head. Go look at their work for a more detailed character guide. What I have here are a mere five reasons above and beyond said post that you should watch this darling little show.

1. All the production values of a sixth-grade class play

This show flopped pretty hard, and I can understand why. It was a highly anticipated drama with two big-name headliners. Fans expected a lot from it! And what they got is something that looks and feels like a mid-budget syndicated UPN show from 1993, complete with how all the high-schoolers are played by actors in their thirties.

This show is comically janky and earnest. Stunt people fall down before they're hit. Breakaway furniture abounds. Actors bounce gently off "stone" walls. Damn near everything was filmed on sound stages with greenscreens. (Filming ran from September 2019-January 2020, stopped for pandemic reasons, and finished March-April 2020. While this certainly is not the only cause of the show's jankiness, it definitely contributed.)

This it not a show with no money; this is a show with an appropriate amount of money spent poorly.

The flow and pacing of the story are as smooth as a car crash. So many times, a scene with Characters A and B will be happening, the show will cut (sharply) away to a different storyline, and by the time it jumps back, Character A is in a completely different location and Character B has departed. When did that happen? Why did that happen? Where are we now? No time to ask questions! Establishing shots are for weenies! This director knows filmmakers who maintain narrative continuity, and they're all cowards.

Speaking of the narrative: I've seen Saturday morning cartoons from the '80s with more depth. I would be hard-pressed to explain what exactly is happening that's driving the plot. There's big business with a deposed emperor and a forever war happening on some distant front and disgruntled veterans of the army that's fighting it ... but, like, it doesn't matter? All those machinations are barely relevant to the plot at hand, which can be summed up thus: Bad Guys want Thing, Good Guys go on adventures to stop them from getting Thing.

And I am listing all this messiness as a selling point -- as the show's primary selling point, in fact -- because I think it's all charming as heck. This show is plain, unpretentious fun. It's a downright romp! It's got a very teenager's-eye-view of the inscrutable situation driving the whole plot, which does a good job of drawing attention to how maaaaybe this whole situation is bullshit and the grownups should stop killing themselves and other people because of it.

Here's a good metric: If the Ye Olde Haixing parts of Guardian warmed your heart, you are in exactly the right frame of mind for this.

There's no way to tell how much of this campy, underfunded aesthetic was intentional, and how much was the result of both poor budgeting and way too many cooks in the production and screenwriting kitchens. I'm not going to say this was a labor of love, because it was at best a labor of like. Everybody onscreen is giving it their all, but no one's giving the same all as anyone else. Go into it expecting that and nothing more, and you'll have a great time.

2. Punching the Bechdel Test into next week

Are you someone who loves c-dramas, except for the part where you're like, gee, I sure wish there were some girls in this? Oh, my friend, there are so many girls in this.

I actually kept being stunned while watching it by just how many girls are in it. Old girls! Young girls! Evil girls! Nice girls! Rich girls! Poor girls! Strong girls! Weak girls! Just a whole lot of girls!

Truly, it's not just how many female characters there are, but the sheer variety of them. The main octet includes an awkward tomboy who can kick your ass, a spunky brat who's not above crocodile tears to get what she wants, and a soft femme who's a brave little toaster despite having zero martial arts skills. The show absolutely loves them all and thinks they've all got important things to contribute, no matter how hard they can or can't punch.

And that's before we get into how many female side characters there are, both heroes and villains. I've seen that some people hate on these side characters. Those people are wrong.

Maybe the best part is how much they interact. There are many scenes with multiple female characters in them, sometimes with male characters too, and sometimes just the girls. Because this is a jianghu story with martial artists, several of the female characters have unique skills that they pass on to other, younger female characters. Women are often the honored masters of things who have competent all-ladies support staff. And there's no sense that they wash out after a certain age -- even the grannies can still school you as needs be.

...Of course, the sad thing is, I'm touting all this ladyfolk representation when maybe 20% of the total listed cast is female (doing quick math from the MyDramaList cast page). Pound for pound, the Untamed's listed cast has a (slightly) greater female:male ratio, and nobody would call that a girl-forward show. It just makes a difference when what female characters you have, you push toward the front of the narrative and give them reasons to have relationships with one another, instead of making them occasional props in the background while real (read: male) people get to be people.

The entire reason the Bechdel-Wallace Test exists is not to praise or condemn any individual piece of media, but to comment on larger trends in the depiction of women in fiction. It's not a problem when one thing doesn't pass the test; it's a problem when nothing passes the test, or when the things that do pass skate by on single moments and technicalities. The more things that fail its three criteria, the more that indicates the prevalence of an attitude that regards women only as accessories to men's stories.

Legend of Fei is aware that not only do women have inner lives, but they relate to one another in very specific, culturally informed ways. The female characters in this are not just male characters with incidental she/her pronouns. Zhou Fei not only gets to be the protagonist who goes on the whole hero's journey of growth and change, but along the way she also gets to have some complicated interactions with her own gender and how much expected modes of femininity do and don't suit her. But it's also not because she's Not Like The Other Girls! It doesn't make her better or worse to be that way. It just makes her more like her mom -- and if there's one thing I know that makes a teenage girl break out into a cold sweat, it's the idea that she's anything like her mom.

This little drama is hardly some revolutionary piece of thought-provoking feminist insight, or anything like that. It's just that if you're feeling the lack of ladies in your c-dramas and wish to see girls on film (as it were), Legend of Fei may be what you're looking for!

3. Chaotic bisexual (asexual?) extravaganza!

priest's work is queer as fuck, and while this story itself does not rise to the level of being textually gay, there's still a great big rainbow flag flying over the whole business. You can rest assured that when two dudes or two ladies are giving one another meaningful looks, it is not an accident. We all know who's writing this.

Do you like relationship charts? Because I've got a doozy for you:

How many of these are me making jokes? Way fewer than you think.

There are of course some actual canon couples in there, and the amount of real estate they take up in the narrative means your affection for them will make or break your affection for the show. Fortunately, all the teen pairings are super-cute!

Zhou Fei embodies the bisexual stereotype of liking all the ladies and maybe one dude. Xie Yun falls so hard and fast for this beautiful butch-by-local-standards that his head spins. Together, they are the romantic backbone of the story, and they are just a treat.

I've seen people say these two have no chemistry, and I think that's bullshit, but okay, let's assume that's your read on it. You can still understand why they like one another, beyond your standard, he's a boy, she's a girl, what more do you want? Zhou Fei likes Xie Yun because he's funny, emotionally available, and socially unacceptable. Xie Yun likes Zhou Fei because she's fierce on the outside and warm on the inside. Sure, they're in love, but what's more important is that they're good partners and great friends.

(I think it helps that even though the characters are supposed to be around the same age, Zhao Yiling is literally a decade older than Yibito is, and he clearly thinks even off-camera that she's dreamy.)

Also, it's great when he helps her sheathe her sword. This is a couple that's going to take about three whole minutes to figure out pegging.

Li Sheng and Wu Chuchu are the normie couple. He is big strong boy-man! She is small helpless lady-girl! ...Except no, this is yet another case of a wife guy who thinks his girlfriend's strengths are awesome; it's just that in this case, her strengths are her brains.

The fact that her attack and defense scores are nearly zero does not keep Chuchu from being the most competent person in any given room. She starts out as the girl who's important because she's got an important dad and an important key item, but she winds up being basically Jianghu GameFAQs. She never stops being soft and pink and feminine and tender, and she never learns to fight worth a damn, and none of that keeps her from being a vital (if unfortunately kidnappable) part of the team!

Meanwhile, Li Sheng is never really a male chauvinist, because he's grown up under his aunt, who kicks so much ass. But he is a bit of a cocky teen-boy turdface who needs to get knocked down a few pegs. It's great, then, that the show pairs him with the kind of helpless femme that he's supposed to want, then has him decide the fact that she's miles smarter than he is is the best.

And then there's these dipshits.

Normally in c-dramas, I'm used to triangles that are a strong canonical line between the main guy and his girlfriend, a strong but unacknowledged line between the main guy and his best friend, and maybe a faint dotty wisp between the girlfriend and best friend. Not so here! Ying Hecong, Li Yang, and Yang Jin (L-R above) are a damn near equilateral triangle. I mean, okay, technically they're set up as a more conventional love triangle, where both boys like the same girl, and she does sort-of choose one of them in the end. But in that arrangement, you'd expect the boys to become rivals -- and they never are. In fact, they become special allies who trust and take care of one another more than they do anyone else.

They're a great weird trio. Ying Hecong is a poorly socialized weirdo whose special interests are poisons and befriending snakes. Yang Jin is the chief of Doctor Village, a position that he got not by being a doctor, but by being a dumb jock who didn't realize fast enough why nobody else wanted the job. And Li Yang is the spoiled little sister of Li Shen and cousin of Zhou Fei, prone to getting what she wants by pitching a damn fit about it, who has decided that both of these boys are hers now and she can do whatever she wants with them.

(Li Yan is actually the most Actually A Teen of all the characters, and is the one who makes me wish so much that more of the cast had been played by actual age-appropriate actors. Some character traits are adorably tolerable when someone's twelve and verge on really fucking annoying by the time that same person is twenty-five.)

If you are into OT3s where two partners have to join in solidarity with one another so they can survive their third, you've found your pot of gold. Each one of them is enough of a catastrophe that they need two whole love interests to manage them. Between the three of them, they almost make one well-functioning human being.

Now: A thing to note about all these relationships, and one thing that may be surprising to you about something adapted from a priest novel, is that this show is negative horny. All of the romance is extremely chaste. At no point does any grownup worry that leaving these teens alone with one another will lead to some hanky-panky. Nobody ever volunteers to chaperone, or seems to need one. The adults aren't particularly horny about one another either! This is the kind of universe where people blush while tenderly embracing, then go to pick their baby up from the local cabbage patch.

Even my jokes about Zhou Fei's fuckable grandpa are just jokes, because nobody actually wants to fuck him. They all want to duel him, or to fuss over his health, or to follow him around and bask in his nobility. He has two kids, but we never meet their mom(s?). He deflects the obvious interest of multiple beautiful women with ease. He is the perfect man, both fuckable and unfuckable at once.

This may be what's having people read the main pair as having no chemistry. They have a lot of chemistry! It's just not a particularly sexual chemistry. It's extremely tender and playful, and there's plenty of physical intimacy. But it's not horny.

And that's not on the two actors. I've seen both of them look at someone else like they wanted to eat that boy alive. That was a choice this show made, to play all the romance about as spicy as when the puppets on Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood hold hands. The only hints of horniness are in the fighting/injured bits, because sex is a big no-no, but nice polite violence is always okay! (Hey, uh, culture? We need to have a talk about this.)

4. The Grownups

As you may have gathered, most of this show is about the younguns. But a great deal of the supporting weight is carried by characters who are supposed to be of their parents' generation (even if most of their actors are only a decade or so older than the "teens").

I cannot fully in this post detail my great affection for every adult character; I wouldn't have room for anything else. So here's my top-three shortlist of the most memorable old folks.

If you like your ladies badass and crazy, Duan Jiuniang is here for you. Her grip on reality is ... well, it's complicated, but it doesn't stop her from being able to roast you from the inside out with her special skill. She's a terrible teacher and an even worse step-grandma who's made a lot of life choices that weren't what she wanted, but were what she needed to do to survive. I have no idea where she got those hideous leggings, but I kind of want a pair. She doesn't stick around past her one arc, so enjoy her while you've got her.

Speaking of crazy, the Phoenix, Mu Xiaoqiao, is a beautiful, tragic, genderqueer, completely insane middle-aged drama queen with a pipa to play and an ax to grind. I would watch an entire hundred-episode drama just about his campy antics. Hands-down my favorite character in the show. I'm not even going to say anything more. This bitch must be experienced. Love you, baby.

This fucking DILF. Holy shit. Shen Tianshu has a chocolatey voice and the world's most inconvenient prosthetic hand. At first his facial hair seems excessive, but then you see him without it in flashbacks and you're like, no! put it back! put it back! Frankly, I'm glad for the tufty brows, because this man does so much eyebrow acting, and you wouldn't want to miss a sinister moment of it.

And he's not the only one! Every single villain is running with full Bad Guy From A Power Rangers Episode vibes. No piece of scenery remains unchewed. They're what make this whole thing feel like you're watching a stage play. Every arched brow, every expansive hand gesture, every maniacal laugh, all of it plays to the nonexistent back row. (In fact, one of them -- Eyepatch Guy -- was so over the top that we had to look up his whole deal. Shockers, he's got an opera background.) If you have affection for the points I discussed in selling point #1, you will have love extra for the adult antagonists.

If you've ever watched a show made for a young audience starring young actors, you know exactly the grownup vibe I'm talking about. No, real adults don't act like this. But these are not real adults -- they are adults seen through the lens of a YA narrative, where everyone has big emotions and ultimately pretty simple motivations. Violence is acceptable but sex is not, and sexualized violence is especially not. You can threaten the kids but you (mostly) can't kill them. Parents should be removed from the main storyline, by death if necessary (offscreen preferred). By the end of the story, all adults must defer to the wisdom and battle strategies of the kids or be ready to be taken down by them. The lessons of age and experience are ultimately only useful once handed to the next generation.

Which is fine! ...provided it's the vibe you're expecting. I'd put this as another item in the list of probable reasons that this show did not go over as well as it should have.

5. We use every part of the Wang Yibo

Okay, so if you're like me, your introduction to this beautiful man was the Untamed, where 95% of his job is to keep every one of his facial muscles from doing anything -- and, if you're like me, you then watched some Untamed behind-the-scenes stuff and went, holy shit, this boy can make expressions?

This boy can make so many expressions.

I'm not going to argue that Wang Yibo was necessarily miscast as Lan Wangji, because that's not a fight I'm interested in having with internet strangers. I do, however, think it's undeniable that the Untamed misused him by all but ignoring his two primary skills: his giant goofy smile, and his being a dancer.

Legend of Fei makes use of both of these to great effect. Xie Yun is a gremlin who can't fight but can dodge. The show loves to leave the camera on him and let him spin and duck his way out of battles with his own mischievous grace. Wang Yibo does a remarkable amount of his own flipping and fighting, with and without wires. In a world of stunt doubles and smash cuts, it's a delight to watch.

My favorite thing about Xie Yun is that he likes that girl so much. He looks at her like she's the best thing in the world. He is her biggest hype man. He's all wife guy. Every time she's stronger and butcher and meaner than he is, he's pulling out his pompoms and cheering her on. He is in no way emasculated by the fact that she kicks so much more ass than he does. He is actually her wife, and he knows it. Kick their asses, baby, he'll be your flower.

Wang Yibo sells that devotion with each look in her direction. He brings every piece of his inherent chaotic good energy to the role. He's a comedic scamp right up to the point where he rips your heart out. If you are at all a Yibito fan, you owe it to yourself to get this show in front of your eyeballs so you can see what trouble that precious baby boy has gotten himself into this time.

Bonus: Do you like Word of Honor? Because this is how you get Word of Honor.

So I'm betting a lot of you did what I did, which was that you watched Word of Honor, and you loved it, so you went to read the book, and you were like, the fuck? Because Faraway Wanderers is also great, but uh, after a certain point, they're two very different stories.

While I cannot prove this, I would place a large amount of money on the screenwriter for Word of Honor's having been very aware of this production while doing the adaptation. See, in case you haven't read it, Faraway Wanderers itself barely spends a page of time with anything outside of what the main dads-and-kids quintet is doing, which makes for a fun danmei webnovel, but doesn't translate so well to live-action. I am almost certain that in the same way that they used frog DNA in Jurassic Park to fill in the gaps in the dinosaurs' code, this screenwriter (who is a priest fan) used Bandits/Legend of Fei to build out Faraway Wanderers' moments into a whole drama.

The timeline goes like this:

June 2010: priest publishes Qi Ye

October 2010: priest publishes Faraway Wanderers

November 2015: priest publishes Bandits

September 2019: Legend of Fei starts filming

June 2020: Word of Honor starts filming

December 2020: Legend of Fei airs

February 2021: Word of Honor airs

So yeah, it's not like the Word of Honor screenwriter could have watched Legend of Fei prior to penning the Word of Honor script. But there's too many similarities to be coincidence. To be clear, I'm not accusing the Word of Honor screenwriter of ripping off Legend of Fei. Watching it is more like seeing bits of Word of Honor's first draft. The Color of Ocean and Heaven and its five tokens become the World's Armory and the Glazed Armor. Wu Chuchu becomes Gao Xiaolian. Mu Xiaoqiao becomes the drama version of Xie Wang. All the nonsense with Yu Wenzhi and the Demons becomes all the nonsense with Zhao Jing and the Scorpions. Someone with more time than I have could probably make a thorough accounting of the number of times scenes with Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu visually parallel moments Xie Yun and Zhou Fei have, and how often those scenes were in bits not related to the original Faraway Wanderers plot.

And I think this is great. It's why, even though a lot of Word of Honor was not in priest's original text, Word of Honor is still very priest-flavored. Frog DNA, you know?

All of which is to say: If you love Word of Honor, you owe it to yourself to watch Legend of Fei. It's much sillier and straighter, and it's way less sexually charged, but it's got a very similar vibe, and it's fascinating to see what the two have in common. Think of them as two distant cousins, where you're like, sure, I can definitely see how you're related, but ... huh.

Ready to embark on your journey?

So many options! It's on iQiyi (VIP), Viki, and YouTube.

We watched it on iQiyi, and the subtitles were ... well, they made some interesting choices. You could always tell what they meant, but the actual phrasing was often wonky. Occasionally, where you'd expect a "Dammit!" or "Crap!" these subtitles would have someone exclaim, "Screwed!" And we never stopped laughing about the poor villain whose name those subs rendered as "Pathetic Clam." I cannot tell you if the other subtitles are any more polished, but I can promise that the awkward translations just added to the charm.

Do I have a soft spot for well-meaning television that does not have the means to achieve its goals but tries anyway? You better believe it.

Just a pile of precious cutie pies.

#legend of fei #有翡 #rec post #i made this

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Guild - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹 (Part II)

Title: Guild - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹 (Part II)

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Main Storyline: Reggie and Armando meet each other for the first time. 🏷 @nelo0wesker @adoresmiles @deja-r

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2024

“I need a favor.” Famous Detective Mike Lowrey sat with Armando Aretas and Reggie MacDonald at the Miami Police Department this morning.

To cut down his time in prison, Armando continued working with the AMMO squad.

“No.” Armando folded both arms, but Reggie chuckled.

“Good one…” Reggie said. Crosstalk settled back and forth, yet Mike stopped Reggie and Armando from acting silly.

After returning to Miami, Armando stayed in Mike's guest room until further notice but tried his best to acquaint himself with Marcus’ family.

As of late, Armando respected Reggie the most and that new bond surprised everyone.

From exchanging text messages to playing video games with Reggie and more, Aretas even visited the Burnett household on some occasions.

“Stop. I'm serious.” Mike handed out two folders for Armando and Reggie. Both men finally settled.

“What's going on?” Armando sat up in his chair while opening the file.

“Bolder movement. Some people don't even hit clubs anymore.” Mike shook his head. “I went to a restaurant with Christine and dudes traded something near the parking lot in broad daylight.”

“Damn.” Even Reggie sighed.

“Keep staying alert. It's scary out there.” Mike warned.

“They don't know us, then.” Armando defended himself and Reggie, leaving the precinct.

____

“Are you ready? It's lunch hour.” Back home, Reggie called Armando and grounded the time frame of this potential crackdown.

“Just give me the address.” Armando rasped on the other line.

“One more thing before we hang up.” Reggie chuckled again.

“Yeah?” Aretas clipped through this phone once more.

“My own son has a new favorite person. Thanks a lot.” Reggie casted both eyes toward the ceiling.

Little Marcus, Reggie's adorable baby boy with Megan Burnett, latched to Armando out of nowhere.

“I'm pretty cool, man. See you soon.” Humored, Aretas ended the call.

____

Sure enough, idiots traded products outside another restaurant when Reggie and Armando pulled up.

“Just call it in, no bloodbath.” Reggie whispered from the driver's seat. “They might start poisoning food every day now.”

“Fine! Coño.” Aretas listened to his partner despite noting frustration.

Here comes the squad. Reggie waited.

_____

Red and blue overcasts brightened Miami as sunlight warmed that parking lot. No large-scale weapons or casualties darkened space, either.

“Good call, Reggie. Nobody's splattered.” Marcus Burnett acknowledged his son-in-law.

“See! I told you that my plan would work. Don't pull weapons unless it's necessary.” Reggie arched his brow toward Armando.

“Whatever.” Aretas jokingly scoffed. “You busted people with the textbook, but can we just go home? You owe me lunch.”

“Of course, but don't play with Jr. anymore. He cried when you left the house...” Reggie thought of Little Marcus while facing Armando, too.

Watching his boys step away, Marcus grinned to himself right as Mike showed up with the classic Porsche and left this crime scene altogether.

No matter what happens next, brotherhood will keep living on.

#movies #jacob scipio #bad boys #armando aretas #bad boys ride or die #bad boys for life #armando #dark themes #sequel #drabble requests #❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹#drug reference #au #au fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #violetmuses #💜💜💜

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 4 months

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Another shenanigan about my Highschool AU because WHY THE FUCK NOT!?

I imagine they had a small kiss scene on the play and when it’s their first time practicing it -they avoided to do it for a while-, that small kiss escalated to a deep one. It was even going to become a makeout but Adam snapped out of it and pushed Lucifer panicked, then ran away.

-I read an oneshot of Lava and well… This got stuck in my head. Its from another fandom btw-

Awww that's so sweet! Do you mind if I just-

Adam looked down at the script in his hand, there was nothing really wrong with it. The story was actually good, the damn thing was well written but that one kiss scene.....

He knew damn well Lucifer cast him in the love interest role to his character on purpose. Fucking dick.

They had been going over lines all afternoon and they both would skim over the kiss scene. "We should do it at least once, get it out of the way." Lucifer said nonchalantly, his own script in hand. "We'll have to when it's the night of the play."

"I fucking know that! Ugh, just.... Okay. Make it quick." Adam said. "From the last line I guess."

Lucifer came up to him, he glanced at his line and set his script down. He looked Adam in the eyes as he recited his line. "And to think, that I nearly lost you forever."

Adam glanced at his line. "I would have waited for you, even if the passing of time hurt me too much."

"I'll never leave you again, that is a promise and vow I intend to keep." Lucifer finished, now it was time to kiss.

Adam steeled himself, before he chickened out he felt Lucifer's hand on his cheek and he shut his eyes.

The kiss started out soft and sweet, like a peck. But the electricity that jolted from that alone was overwhelming. They opened their eyes to look at the other and went back in for more. Lucifer's hand went to Adam's hair and Adam held on to Lucifer as the kiss deepened.

He felt the blonde's tongue invade his mouth and dance with his, making Adam shiver and go weak in the knees. His head was spinning, he's never had a kiss like this before. A kiss that left him wanting more needing more. He felt himself moan when his hair was gently pulled.

It wasn't until Adam felt a hand on his waist near his lower back closer to his ass did he snap out of it. He pushed Lucifer off of him as if he had been burned. "Okay that's enough! I-I-I gotta go I'll be late for dinner!!" Adam took off and ran for home.

Leaving behind a slightly confused and lovestruck Lucifer, who could still feel the weight of Adam's lips on his.

They would have to reign it in before opening night.

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #high school au #ask

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I was watching a drunk scene in a movie, and my brain went to you being at a friend's apartment party with Seungmin.

Both of you are way too drunk and decide it would be a good idea to try to soober up in the bathroom. After almost flooding the place, you both end up sitting on the ground with your faces way too close to each other and many hands.

Everything that might happen next will be blamed on the alcohol when the topic of why the bathroom was locked comes up the following morning ✋️

( I'm sorry if this is too specific, I've been thinking about this since I saw the movie, and tipsy seungmin seems to be funny )

drunkfessions with seungmin <3

warnings: alcohol consumption, an unholy amount of cursing, making out, suggestive(?) kinda

pairings: o.de x reader ft. jungsu

don’t be sorry if it was too specific, it helps me think better love :) also what movie was it because now I’m curious!

“dude, trust me I saw it on the internet.” seungmin slurs over his words, the seriousness in his eyes comical. he holds up a shot of sink water way too close to your mouth. your face scrunches up in disgust, pushing away the tiny cup. “cmon, I already took my shot.” he’s pouting now. his voice is loud, booming over the music that plays outside of the door. you don’t even know why you let him drag you to the bathroom, ignoring your instinct to run after he closed the door behind you. he saw you sitting on the couch, head in hands as the headache started to develop in your head. he told you to follow him out of the kindness of his drunk heart.

when your neighbor jungsu invited you to his party, you thought it would only have a few people due to the size of his apartment. oh boy were you wrong. the apartment was crowded with people. you knew he would’ve invited seungmin, which is one of the reasons why you came.

however you were familiar with seungmin but not drunk seungmin. he was sweet, honest, and overall chill. but you should’ve known not to follow him inside of the bathroom judging by the way he downed almost half a bottle of alcohol by himself, his sloppy dance moves that you had to witness due to a sudden dance circle surrounding him, and the way his voice shouted damn near every three minutes to get the party hype. but you can’t turn back the times now that you’re here.

“okay well there’s another method I read.” he says, pushing the pop up drain down to stop further water from entering the drainage underneath. he watches as the water slowly fills up the sink.

“where are you even getting this information from?” you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow.

“you ever heard of reddit?” his attention leaves the running water to turn towards you laughing your ass off. he doesn’t care though, only trying to defend his case. “if you put your head under cold water it help! seriously!”

“you actually believe that shit?” tears of laughter start to prickle at the corners of your eyes. he shoots an offended glare towards you, watching you wipe your tears.

“you’re fucking telling me slenderman didn’t have you shitting your pants when you were at least ten?” though he’s drunk, he’s terrifyingly serious, only making the situation more amusing.

“and who the fuck is that?”

seungmin sighs, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighs. he explains the ridiculous character that sounds made up from his first sentence. you’re biting your lip to keep yourself from laughing, especially when he says that he had to sleep with his mom for days after he found out.

“dude I’m serious! he could still be out here creeping outside this house and we’ll never know…” he puts his arms around his biceps, shivering dramatically. you roll your eyes at his shenanigans, finding him obnoxious but cute at the same time. he’s about to explain another story, but the sound of water dripping onto the floor catches both of yours attention—well yours as seungmin pays it no mind, still trying to get his point across. you’re reacting fast out of panic, grabbing the decorative towels that sit on the counter, pushing seungmin out of the way.

“what the fuck- oh…” his eyes widen at the filled sink and he’s following right behind you quickly. you turn the sink off, trying to clean up the water from the counters so you wouldn’t have to face the guilt destroying somebody else’s belongings. seungmin is trying to be kind enough to help, but the alcohol in his system doesn’t help his situation at all, only making him slip and fall on the small pool of water on the floor. the panic hits harder watching him land on the floor.

“holy shit! are you alright-” and you’re slipping right after him. you try to catch yourself, flailing your arms but it’s no use, bracing yourself for the impact of the hard floor and the embarrassment that’ll definitely creep up when you leave the bathroom.

the floor isn’t what you land on though. a groan is forced out of sengmin’s mouth as your body lands on top of his. and he saw it coming, his arms wrapping around your body in an attempt to catch you, the impact of it all coming down harder than he expected. you’re laying onto his chest, your cheeks burning in embarrassment especially since his arms aren’t unwrapping you. you hear his heartbeat speed up, your head lifting up to meet his eyes. he’s just as affected.

his eyes are too busy admiring you up close, his eyes trailing down to your lips, parted trying to steady your breath. reality hits him when he realizes he’s been staring for too long, almost pushing you off of him when he sits up. you catch your body from being rolled over, sitting up looking at seungmin. you’re unable to tell if the blush on his cheeks are from the alcohol or the moment you two just accidentally shared. the silence in the air is as thick as the tension, seungmin clearing his throat to kill it.

“hey um…I’m sorry if I made y-you uncomfortable,” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head, his eyes meeting yours. “I didn’t want you to hurt yourself y’know?” you’re just watching him speak and he’s waiting from a response from you.

“I was just trying to help you out. If you don’t want to be around me I understan-” you’re cutting him off, finally listening to your instincts to shut him up with a kiss. he’s almost immediately reacting, as if he was waiting for you to shut him up, his hand coming up to your cheek to stroke the soft flesh. the alcohol in your system only encourages you to be bolder, straddling his hips.

“you talk too damn much.” you say between kisses. his lips curve into a smile, his hands pulling the jacket off of his shoulders and tossing it next to him. he pulls away once the air starts to give out. you reach up behind him to twist the lock on the door, placing your index fingers between your lips and signaling him to be quiet.

he nods and immediately dives back into your lips. you’re getting bolder by the second, tongue sliding between his lips and licking inside of his mouth. seungmin is not complaining at all though, being just as hungry as you as the kiss turns sloppy, his warm hands running underneath your shirt to massage your hips. you’re both too far gone and too busy with each others lips, the party long forgotten.

the sound of knocks on your door pull you away from your sleep. you figured that you’d ignore it, but it becomes too annoying when the person seems to not give up until you answered. you sigh out of frustration, walking to the door and being greeted by jungsu with an equally sleepy seungmin next to him.

“the fuck do you want?”

“well good morning to you too, sleeping beauty.” jungsu laughs, his grip on seungmin’s arm signals that he dragged him here out of his sleep. “care to explain why you two disappeared for a while,”

your eyes suddenly widen. seungmin looks at you with the same look. the thoughts of yesterday slowly started to make their way back into your mind. you both look like your hands were caught in the cookie jar and you’re eyeing jungsu, your mouth ready to come up with an excuse but his mouth speaks faster than yours.

“and why my bathroom door was fucking locked for almost an hour? and I know it wasn’t because of reddit.”

I’m not sure if I did this correctly but I wrote this within two hours before work so sorry if this feels rushed </3

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

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In This World of My Own | Chapter Three: One New Message

(Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader)

Yay! New chapter! Finally, it took me so long (aka a month long) but here it is! A little anxious about my writing still, as well as writing Steve’s character, but overall I’m putting myself out there, along with my work. Anyhow, enjoy! Also, fun fact: one of the scenes with Ozart is kind of what gave me some inspiration for this chapter. (My cat Biscuit is the inspiration in question. In other words, this actually happened, minus a speeding car… that’s all I will say.)

Warnings: some swearing (reader mostly swears lol), a tiny mention of blood (it’s just a scratch, really) some overthinking on reader’s end. Also, she's low-key high-key socially awkward. That’s pretty much it :}

Word count: don’t know, don’t really care 🤷🏻

masterlist • previous part

~~~

No work on Saturday meant you had no reason to get up early. You saw your mom briefly this morning before she left to run errands for the day, leaving you home alone with Ozart. You ended up watching Halloween last night when you made it home, and to wash away the creepiness of the film, you now sat with a bowl of cereal in your hands while watching Saturday morning cartoons. Your mind wanders back to the night before, giving Steve your number replays over and over.

Should I have done that? you ask yourself. Probably wasn’t a good idea, he should have given me his number instead. If he wanted to, he would have.

You cringe at the thought, putting your head in your hands.

“Ugh, god why did I do that!?” you groan.

Ozart steps into your lap, nuzzling his little face against your arms.

You give him a little kiss and scratch his head, making him purr. “Hey buddy.”

Eating your cereal, you continue watching whatever cartoon is playing, occasionally petting Ozart, who now is asleep in your lap. You enjoy moments like these, with hardly anything able to disrupt it.

After 20 minutes of just sitting there with numb legs, you decide to take a stretch.

“Hey, let’s take you outside for a bit,” you say sweetly. He makes a little sound in response. “Yeah? Let’s go.”

~~~

With Ozart in his red harness, you stood outside on your front lawn, leaving the front door semi-open. He stays close to you. He’s a bit skittish, so you take baby steps with him, slowly walking on the grass. He sniffs it, investigating every bit of earth surrounding him.

Another cloudy autumn day dawned over Hawkins, and this time it was just a bit chillier than it had been lately.

Ozart continues with his inspection as you stand patiently, watching him. You wrap your house coat impossibly tighter around you, feeling the cold sinking in.

“H-hey, we should go back inside soon, bud,” you say through chattering teeth.

He looks up at you with beady eyes and meows, throwing himself on the ground, exposing his tummy.

“Cutie pie. C’mon, we should go.”

In the near distance, you hear the roaring sound of a car engine. Instantly, you reach to pick the cat up, holding him close to you; you can see the alertness set in his eyes, ears back.

“It’s okay,” you coo. “We’re going in.”

At that moment, the car speeds down the street, the booming sound of the engine causing Ozart to attempt to free himself from your hold.

“Nonono- ah, shit!” You hiss, dropping him as he makes a beeline for the open door. You look at the palm of your hand, a pained, wheezing groan leaving your lips. He’s left a scratch on your left hand, starting from the inner side of your thumb, down to the middle bottom section of your palm, a curved line that was now starting to bleed. “Fuckin’ assholes, speeding’ all over the damn place.”

~~~

After tending to your wound and bandaging it up with gauze, you lay on your side, under your cozy duvet to warm up, staring at the telephone on your nightstand - Ozart lays at the foot of your bed asleep It was 12:03 pm, and your mind wandered back once again to yesterday.

Maybe he’s working today and I could see- no, just- just don’t do that. I could call- no, I don’t even have his number, idiot. What the hell am I thinking?

"Screw it, I need'a clear my head," you mumble to yourself. "Be back soon, bud."

~~~

Meanwhile…

“She gave you her number and you didn’t think to give her yours??” It was Robin’s voice, and she could not believe her ears.

“Well- yeah, I wasn’t expecting it!” Steve was pacing in his room while he held the receiver in one hand and the telephone in the other. “I guess I didn’t know what to say, it’s like my whole mojo just- disappeared-”

“Well call her, you moron!”

“What if she doesn’t pick up?” he asks, uncertain.

“If she doesn’t, just try again later or something. She seems really nice. You have a chance, I can feel it, just don’t blow it!” his friend encourages on the other end of the line. “Besides, how will you know if you don’t try?”

“Okay, fair enough. Lemme call you back.”

~~~

The phone rings in your room, but the only one there is Ozart, still asleep in your bed.

~~~

“Hey, this is Y/n. You know what to do.” Beep!

Steve stood very still in his room, the only audible thing was his breathing. “Uh… oh! Hi! This is Steve- from-from- from yesterday, from Family Video- or- the cafe-” he stammers.

Get it together, man.

“You gave me your number. Uh… anyways I wanted to call you but I didn’t know if you’d answer. If you’re not busy sometime, my offer still stands if you wanted to hang out. Uh, whenever you’re free! Or- yeah.”

He cringes at his own words. “Bye!” He hangs up.

Sighing, he dials Robin’s number again.

In no time, she’s picking up.

“So, did she answer?” Her voice is eager on the other end.

“No,” he sighs.

“Well, damn. She might be busy, ya never know.”

~~~

Bike rides were your way of clearing your mind, with the additional help of music, but today you couldn’t properly focus with the sound of Queen playing over your speakers.

So instead, you rode in silence, small backpack in the basket of your bike, with a sketchbook and pencil case inside.

You exhale softly, closing your eyes as you breathe in the cool autumn air.

“See,” you say to yourself, “this is why I don’t bother with people. This is exactly why.”

You were coming up on Main Street now, your eye on a little bakery up past the grocery store. You figure you’ll check it out, maybe stop for a bite to eat. Maybe it will ease your mind a bit, stop you from cringing at yesterday’s interaction.

~~~

“I’ll take a small chilli and a brioche bun to go, please.”

You stood at the till and ordered your choice of food, the lady at the front nodding and confirming your order.

“Here’s your number,” she says, handing you the small receipt.

Mumbling a ‘thanks,’ you take it and wait patiently, looking around the store. You notice how colourful the inside is with all the pastries and sweets on display, looking almost unreal, their textures just out of reach. You could buy all of them if you had the money.

Ha, imagine that.

Humming a random tune, your eyes wander out the window, and something catches your eye; a maroon BMW across the street. You had noticed it yesterday in the parking lot of Family Video. You could only assume who the owner of the car is.

Is that… no. No way, no. It’s not. It’s whatever.

Feeling suddenly nervous, you turn back around, just in time as the lady serves you your takeout lunch. Thanking her again, you walk out the bakery a little fast, making a beeline towards your bike, You stick your food in the basket and book it out of Main Street, in the opposite direction of the BMW.

~~~

B.F.P.O

Army dreamers

Mammy’s hero

The sun peeked out, the afternoon sky shining in the slightest; you cruise onto a clear, empty path, with a playground in the far distance. The sounds of Kate Bush fills your ears while the outside noise of tweeting birds roam the air.

Our little army boy

Is coming home from B.F.P.O.

I’ve a bunch of purple flowers

To decorate a mammy’s hero

Mourning in the aerodrome

The weather warm, he is colder

Four men in uniform

To carry home my little soldier

You mumble along, now nearing closer to the park. “What could he do, shoulda been a rockstar.”

But he didn’t have the money for a guitar

“What could he do, shoulda been a politician.”

But he never had a proper education

Parking your bike next to a bench, you hop off, lunch in hand now; you carry on with your mumble-singing. “What he could he do, shoulda been a father.”

But he never even made it to his twenties

What a waste

Army dreamers

Oh, what a waste of

Army dreamers

You let the rest of the song play.

Eating your still warm food, you watch a group of ducks swimming in a little pond about a few feet away from the playground. The scene makes you smile.

Getting up, you decide to take half a piece of your brioche bun and slowly make your way over to where the little duck family is relaxing.

"Hey, little guys," you whisper, slowly breaking off the pieces of bread. "I probably shouldn't do this. You hungry?"

The ducks waddle their way over to you, feathered tails wagging while they quack in interest.

You squat down to their level, leaving breadcrumbs their way. "Have some, don't be shy. I should be okay. Don't think I'll get in trouble... I hope not."

"I won't tell anyone," a voice says from behind.

Startled, you try to quickly turn around to see who said that, but you fall flat on your back, followed by a thump.

"Ow."

"Jesus, are you okay?"

Squinting one eye closed, you look up and the one standing before you is none other than Steve Harrington, holding his hand out now for you to take.

Steve.

"Oh god, uh- y-yeah, I'm good," you mumble.

"Here, lemme help you up," he coaxes.

Taking your right hand, he lifts you up with ease.

"You okay?" he asks a second time, for good measure.

You nod, your shock from before dissipating. “What are you- what are you doing? Here? What are you doing here?” you ask him.

He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet. “I was, uh- I called you but-”

“Oh, you did?”

“Yeah but I guess you weren’t home and I thought I’d go out for a drive or something-”

“I’m so sorry, I-”

His head shoots up. “No, don’t be it’s okay! I saw you on Main Street, and-”

Your brows furrow at that. “Did you follow me?”

His eyes widen at your insinuation. “Nonono, I didn’t follow you, I swear.”

“You didn’t??”

“No, but I do come around here sometimes,” he admits. “I swear, I would never- I’m not a creepy stalker or anything, I promise.”

“Well… you said it, not me.”

He freezes momentarily.

That’s when you crack a smile. “I’m kidding. You’re good.”

He runs a hand through his hair and laughs. “Okay, whew! You scared me for a second.”

“You scared me!”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Now he’s smiling sheepishly.

“You’re forgiven,” you tell him with a shrug. You leave the rest of the bread for the ducks and make your way back to where you were sitting before. Steve doesn’t miss a beat and catches up with you.

“So, what are you doing here?” he says.

“Uh, well I didn’t know what to do today, I guess. I figured a little field trip to the park would be a good idea, y’know? Have a bite to eat, somethin’ like that.” You’re sitting down again, scooping bites of your semi-warm chilli. The boy doesn’t hesitate to sit next to you.

He looks at your left hand where the gauze wrap is - concern crossing his features as he points it out. “What happened here?”

“Oh, this?” your mouth is full of food. You put a hand to your mouth so you can finish chewing. As you’re swallowing, you’re waving a hand before talking again. “This is nothing, don’t worry.”

“You sure about that?” he raises a brow.

“Yeah no, it was just my cat,” you tell him nonchalantly.

“You have a cat??”

Boy, he sure asks a lotta questions.

“Yes, I have a cat. Wanna see? Here.” You fish through your backpack until you pick out your wallet. “This,” you say, taking out some Polaroid pictures, “is Ozart!”

He carefully takes the small collection of pictures from your hands and looks through each of them. One was a picture of Ozart sleeping, another one of him laying on his back with his back paws curled, and another of him looking like a loaf of bread. “Oh! Oh, he’s so cute!”

“I know right! He’s my little baby.” Beaming, you resume finishing your lunch.

“What did he do to hurt you?” he asks as he hands back the pictures to you.

Your brows pinch together while you chew. “Some asshole sped down the street while we were outside and I was carrying him. Poor thing got so scared.”

“Oh, well that’s a total dick move,” his tone was disapproving, showing he agreed with your sentiment. How could he not?

“Anyways it’s fine. Shit like that happens all the time,” you tell him matter-of-factly, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“What, having assholes speed down the street?”

“No, getting scratched by Ozart.”

“That’s not normal, is it?”

“For me it is, look.” You roll up your sleeves and display your faded scars from your cat, showing them off like prized trophies. “This is fine.”

“Uh- wow,” his face says it all, looking shocked. “That is so not normal.”

“Eh, for me it is. Only if you have a cat, then you’ll know. I wear these scars proudly,” you say triumphantly.

“I- ok, that’s-” he shakes his head in disbelief, “Jesus, okay.”

You squint your eyes at him. “What, you don’t like cats?”

“No- no, I do!” he defends quickly. “I’ve never had one before.”

“Damn. That’s too bad. Maybe you can meet Ozart one day.” You smile.

He sighs in relief when he sees your expression, and smiles back. “Yeah? That’d be cool.”

“Cool!”

The two of you stayed there for a little while, asking each other questions and getting to know each other. You asked him about what Hawkins was like, about the rumours you had heard about it being “cursed,” and him saying something about how “it has its history”. In return, he asked about where you used to live. You tell him you and your mom moved from Detroit, about what it was like. He presses with another question:

“What do you think about Hawkins?"

You think about your answer for a moment before shrugging. "This place seems… chill for the most part.”

He chuckles at that. “Chill. Yeah, totally chill.”

You smile. "Yeah, I mean it's okay. The kids at school tend to stare a lot, though which is kind of annoying?"

Steve frowns when you say that. "Why, have they been giving you any trouble?"

"Oh! No, no, nothing like that. I guess the only do it cause I’m new, which, admittedly is a bit uncomfortable. It’s whatever.”

“Well, if anyone does bother you, just let me know.” His words are full of certainty when he says it. It invites you to trust him a little.

You duck your head to hide your bashfulness before looking back up to meet his eyes. “All right then, I guess I will.”

“Cool.” He smiles kindly at you.

After few minutes of sitting in silence and watching the ducks waddle around the pond, you speak up again. “I should probably head home soon. I don’t want Ozart to get all worried.”

Steve lets out an amused laugh. “Hey, uh before you leave,” he says, reaching into the pocket of his jacket, “lemme give you this.” He hands you a slip of paper with his number on it.

Your eyes light up a bit, a blush creeping on your face. “Oh! Uh- cool. Cool cool,” you try to act nonchalant. “Thanks. Maybe I’ll give you a call.”

“Yeah, you should,” he’s almost teasing you.

“Again, sorry I missed your call.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He’s genuine when he says it. “See you around, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you tell him. “See ya.”

As you’re taking your leave, you turn around to send him a wave goodbye and he smiles, doing a call motion. He’s telling you ‘call me.’ You roll your eyes playfully, smiling back at him and then you’re gone again on your bike.

~~~

“I’m getting back into it I think,” Steve says to Robin later when he’s organizing the newly released films. It’s 3 pm when the afternoon starts to dull the sky, all grey and cloudy.

“I’m not following,” she admits.

“Y/n, I saw her today!”

“Ooh! You did?”

“Yeah, it’s funny cause you were right - she was busy, and I saw her at the park where the duck pond is and-”

“You didn’t stalk her, did you?” Robin laughs.

He scoffs at her accusation and glares. “No. Funny enough she said the same thing. But anyways! I gave her my number this time and get this: she took it, and she didn’t like- act weird about it.”

“You’re finally taking my advice and not throwing yourself at the ladies like an idiot,” she beams playfully. “You’re not being weird.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say, Buckley.”

“Any time dingus!”

~~~

The rest of your day had ended up being busy when your mom came home and announced that a grocery shopping spree was much needed, and so was your help.

So your chill Saturday turned into a busy one; now it’s 9 pm and you check the telephone on your nightstand.

“You have one new message,” says the voice of a robotic woman, followed by a ‘beep!’ That’s when you hear his voice.

“Uh… oh! Hi! This is Steve- from-from- from yesterday, from Family Video- or- the cafe-”

You chuckle when he stutters over his words. You think it’s kind of funny… and- cute?

“Poor guy sounded so nervous,” you say to yourself, dialling his number into the machine now. You stay where you’re sitting on your bed, listening to the receiver ring once, twice, three times. It goes to voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Steve, leave a message.” Beep!

You sit in silence for a moment when you realize you’re meant to talk. “Oh! Hey, it’s me. I finally listened to your message, and now I can actually call you, except now you’re busy,” you say through a soft laugh. “Uh, today was unexpected but also pretty neat. I am free any day, except Wednesday and Thursday but other than that, I’m good. And yes, I accept your offer, Steve. I’d love to hang out with you-” you pause. Love? Okay, just pump the breaks, chill out.

“Anyhow, yeah just gimme a call and I’ll be sure to answer this time,” you say quickly. “Talk later,” and then you hang up.

You fall back onto your bed and look up at the ceiling. “Why am I so weird?”

Fidgeting with a rubber ball in your hand, you toss it up at the ceiling and catch it a few times, doing so out of boredom. After a few minutes, you stop.

Blowing raspberries, you turn over to see Ozart grooming himself. “Hey buddy,” you scratch his little head. As you’re gently petting him, the blaring sound of the phone ringing jolts you out of your peaceful absentmindedness. You reach for the receiver and answer. “Hello?”

You hear shuffling on the other end before someone speaks. “Oh! Hey Y/n!”

You recognize his voice. “Oh! Steve, hi! I thought you’d be… busy?” you say, almost uncertain.

“Uh, yeah no I just got home from work, actually,” he says.

“Ohh I see. That’s good, that’s good.” You play with the curly cord between your fingers. “I’m guessing you got my message?”

He smiles when he hears your soft laughter on the other end. “I did,” he tells you, “and I know for sure you got mine.”

“Yep, yep definitely.”

“Ssso,” he begins, “when would you wanna hang out again?” He felt nervous asking you to see each other a second time, but he’s unaware that you’re genuinely interested and not like the other girls he’s attempted to get to know and then fail so miserably.

“Well, besides watching cartoons every weekend first thing in the morning and spending time with my cat, aka my only friend, I am very much free. We can easily hang out tomorrow.”

Silence.

“…if you want,” you added.

“I- y-yeah! No, totally! Tomorrow is good!” he says quickly. “Uh, what do you wanna do?”

“Hm…” you contemplate his question. “Well… if you want to be on my short list of friends, you can get me out of the house with food,” you suggest playfully.

His eyebrows shoot up, a giddy expression crossing his face. “In that case, there’s a really good diner across town?” he offers, almost like a question. You can’t see it, but he’s crossing his fingers.

“Ooh! A diner? Count me in,” you lay back on your bed with the phone still in your hand. You sound so excited, he can’t help but smile at how cute you’re being.

“What time should we go?”

“Lunch time is perfect. What say you, stalker?”

“Lunch it is!” he exclaims. “And don’t call me a stalker, I promise I didn’t follow you today.”

“Hmm, weeeell too bad, that’s your new name,” you tell the boy, your teasing tone making him smile fondly on the other end.

He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head at your antics. “Sure whatever you say, cat girl.”

You roll your eyes. “Are you suggesting I’m a cat girl simply because I own a cat and stay indoors?”

“I mean… you don’t get out much, you must be a true, stay-at-home cat girl.”

“If you tried to insult me, it backfired because I will now wear that name like a badge of honour.”

Jesus, this girl’s hilarious, Steve thinks to himself.

A beat of silence.

“Ssssooo…” his voice buzzes through your ears, “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow…” Steve had meant to sound more confident than unsure of himself.

The way he says it has you feeling somehow… giddy? Is that the word to describe how you’re feeling?

You bite your lip and smile. “Yeah of course. Tomorrow noon,” you confirm.

Now it’s him who’s smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. “Yep, exactomundo, you got it!” He hears you giggling.

“Perfect then.”

“Oh! Before I let you go, where do you live?”

“Mmmm- whyyy…?”

“So I can pick you up, duh.”

You’re not sure why those words make your stomach do a bunch of backflips. Your heart beats fast at the thought of tomorrow’s outing. A guy, who you just met, and who also happens to be cute slash insanely handsome (question mark), wants to hang out with you. It’s not a date, though. Just a bite to eat, that’s all.

A bite to eat with a pretty cute guy.

You’ve got to ease the butterflies somehow.

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re a stalker?” you poke at him. “You totally plan on stalking me, don’t you?”

“I- no! I did not stalk you, okay?” He’s baffled, but it hasn’t occurred to him yet that you’re just playing. Just give him a moment to catch on. “I-”

“Lemme guess: you just so happened to go to the same park? It doesn’t help your case when you snuck up on me-”

“I’m allowed to go to the park,” he grumbles.

“Never pegged you as the type to go to the park.”

“Well, it’s a small town, so…”

“Yep, no, nooo for sure.” You cover your mouth to stifle the laughter that threats to spill through.

A few seconds of silence pass before Steve’s voice rings through the speakers again.

“You’re pulling my leg here, aren’t you?” he deadpans.

“Noooooo… maybeeee?” You can’t help but laugh now. It blares through his end of the line, unaware of the way it’s slowly altering his brain chemistry.

A fond scoff escapes him. “Okay, but seriously, where do you live.”

You give yourself a moment to calm down before speaking again.

“I live at 616 Old Cherry Road,” you finally tell him.

“See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teases.

You mock his words childishly. “Yeah, yeah, get your yucks in now, buddy.”

The boy chuckles at your behaviour. “All right then, get your sleep, yeah? See ya tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, stalker.”

Once the goodbyes were exchanged, you hang up and find yourself falling on your back, landing on the softness of your duvet. Sighing to yourself, you can’t help but ask:

“What the hell is happening?”

~~~

➤ next part coming soon

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