#twins' matching green outfits

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

Love your art it’s so soft and fluffy. Have you ever drawn Cersei?

Here uwu

i still like the colors of the last one even though it's not the rendered(???is that what rendering is??) version

LOTS OF FLUFFY GOLDEN HAIIIRR!!!!1

[kika-writes]

built like a wall - l.n

Warnings: Smut, 18+, blowjob, oral, name calling, praise kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, teasing, swearing, angst, humiliation, bullying (but make it 🔥hot🔥)

Pairing: Lando Norris x college!fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Lando hate each other but Y/N can’t help and stare

“I can NOT with Mrs Ferner anymore,” your best friend, Ava, groaned as you both exited the classroom. “Agreed, she’s such a bitch,” you rolled your eyes, glad to finally be out of the hell-hole you were forced to call your science classroom. “Quite similar to you then, Y/L/N?” a voice leered into your ear. You don’t even to turn around to know who it was, his jeering remarks were something you found yourself hearing on the daily. “Nice one, Norris,” Ava scowled at the taller man. He acted as if he didn’t hear her, instead, pushing her away from you as he slid an arm around your shoulder. “Fuck off Lando,” you said, wriggling free of him and pulling on Ava’s hand. He laughed to himself as his friends crowded back round him. Fucking hell, you hated that you found him even the slightest bit attractive. “Y/N, Ava, this is for you,” a scrawny girl, maybe two years younger than you, ran upto you, pushing a cute little card into each of your hands. They were from one of your friends, Keira, who had just turned 17. She was throwing a pool party tomorrow. 

You squealed, clapping your hands together as Ava shook you in excitement. “Oh my god, Y/N, we need outfits,” she said, eyes shining as she pictured many different combinations. As soon as the final bell went, you excitedly went to your favourite shop, and went to the beach section. “Oh my god, we should match,” Ava said, holding up two crop tops next to each other. “That would go with jeans,” you scrunched your nose, shaking your head as she put it down. “I’m thinking, something like this,” you held up a pale blue halter top and miniskirt. “That’s so cute, I think I’m gonna go for something like this,” Ava said, holding up a long gown-like piece of material. You ended up settling on a sage green bikini and mini skirt if you wanted to cover up, and Ava got a red one. “Let’s try them on,” you said, taking your best friend by the hand. You both clambered into the same changing stall, putting the bikini on. 

You realised there wasn’t a mirror in the room, and it was outside, hung on the wall beside the stalls. U locking the door, Ava led you out, wearing her gown as you admired for slim fitting piece of clothing in your body. “If I were a boy, I’d totally smash,” Ava gawked at you, making your cheeks go red. “Fuck,” a voice said to your left, making you squeal and attempt to cover your body, before Ava shoved you in to the stall. “You’re a pervert, Norris,” she snapped, shutting the pair of you into the stall. “Fuck you, Ava,” he scowled back with a kick on the door. Neither of you replied. You were too shocked at the sudden appearance of him, and Ava was too pissed. “Lets get dressed,” Ava said finally, before leading you out of the stall, fully dressed and ready.

“Happy birthday, K!” you and Ava squealed simultaneously, hugging your friend as she smiled back at the pair of you. You handed her the gift bag as she grinned, complimenting your outfits as you returned them. “Have fun girls!” she waved as you walked into the pool area. However, as soon as you did, your eyes locked on Lando’s. His shock went straight to a smirk as he saw you in the halter top and miniskirt. “Fucking pedo,” you mouthed at him, rolling your eyes and walking;go the furthest deck-chair and laid your stuff down. You planned to sit and chat with Ava about some of the upcoming events you had planned for your own seventeenth birthday, maybe even have a dip on the pool. Your eyes roved over the people in around you, immediately seeing your friends, the twins, Zoe and Lottie. You waved them over as they sat on the edge of your chair, complimenting your outfit and hair. “You laughed, saying the same back as they giggled in their matching cherry red bikinis. You continued looking; a big mistake. 

Your eyes immediately jumped to Lando - he was getting out of the pool - arms flexing as he levered himself up. His curly brown hair was damp and shining, the water droplets dripping off of his abs and biceps. He was wearing swimming trunks, they were purposefully as low as possible on his waist, his v line obvious, chain dangling on his bare chest. Oh what you’d give yo be those water drops….

Just then, his eyes locked with yours, making you blush bright red and look away. Shit. “Y/N?” Ava waved her hand in front of your face, “are you okay? You’re very red,”. You shook your head and reassured her you were fine, lookout back one more time to Lando. He had his back to you, the muscles flexing as he talked to one of the other boys. “Oh my god, have you guys seen Conor?” Lottie said dreamily, clutching at her heart necklace. You shook your head, maybe it wasn’t as deep as you made out for it to be. “Hun, Conor looks trash. Have you seen Archer?” Ava groaned. You ended up in the pool a few times, the party ending at 6pm. Because you and Keira were pretty close as friends, she let you and Ava stay at hers a little longer, along with Lando, Conor and Archer. “Hey Y/N,” Lando said, sounding as if your name was something sour. “Hi,” you said quietly - he was still shirtless, wearing a pair of beige shirts, the waistband of his boxers visible. You looked briefly down at his chest, the metal chain hanging on it, but he noticed. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he said, brushing his hand against your waist as he walked past you. 

“What was that about?” Keira asked, raising an eyebrow but you shook your head. “Nothing, it’s fine,” you said quickly. She nodded slowly, definitely not believing you, but she let it slide. The entire time everyone was talking, you could feel Lando’s eyes on your, roving over your body. Oh yes, he was definitely staring. “I-Im gonna go outside for some air,” you said, hurrying out the room. “Y/N, sweetie, are you okay?” Ava said, frowning at you. You nodded quickly, before going sec sitting on the edge of the swimming pool. Your feet dangled in the water as you quietly looked around. Why did he do this to YOU? “Y/N,” a voice said, making you jump. You turned your head, already knowing who it was. “What do you want?” you said, turning to him. “Noticed you staring huh? See something you like?” he said, bending down so his lips were in line with your lips. His hand reached to your hair, fingers gently flowing through your Y/H/C locks. 

This time, you didn’t punch him or push him away, instead, letting him to do it. “I asked you a question,” he snapped as you squealed, feeling as his hand tightened on your hair. “What were you looking at, Y/N?” he repeated. “Y-you,” you stuttered, still shocked at his sudden movement.  “What about me, huh?” he said, eyes moving from yours to your lips. They were shaking slightly, saying you weren’t scared would be a lie. “Like what you see?” he cooed. A sudden burst of retaliation hit you as you leaned away. “You’re built like a wall, as if,” you scoffed.

Big mistake. In an instant, he had his hand round your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned ever closer. “A wall, huh?” he snapped, narrowing his eyes at you. You didn’t say anything, it sounded like w rhetorical question. “Dumb bitch,” he laughed spitefully. Turning around, he shut the door, flicking the lock as you gulped. He wasn’t gonna but you, was he? Of course not. “Let me teach you a lesson, sweetheart,” he said, emphasising the last word sarcastically. “I’m gonna ask you again, Y/N,” he whispered to you, removing his belt. You weren’t gonna give in, though. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this. His dick sprang free of his boxers; it was much larger than you thought it would be, 6 inches at least. Lando placed his hand on the back of your neck, brushing your hair back before he moved your head into place, positioning it. With his other hand on the base of his cock, he pushed into your mouth. Your eyes widened at the size, your hand wrapping over his as you pushed slightly back, showing it was too much. “Don’t care, Y/N,” he said, grabbing your wrist as you whines against him. 

His tip was pressed against the back of your throat, almost as if was letting you adjust - and just when you felt like your mouth was gonna explode, he pulled out, your small coughs and splutters filling the air. “You’re pathetic,” he jeered, lifting your chin back to his cock, jumping it slowly with your salvia before placing the tip in to your mouth. You sucked slowly as you looked up, meeting eyes with him. “What were you staring at, Y/N?” he smirked for the third time. You whined again his cock, how off he expect you to answer when he’s in your mouth. He pushed your head further, your small gagging sound against his thigh vibrating through his body. Tears began to form in your eyes from how hard he was pushing you, Lando’s cheeks flushed red with pleasure. “Tell me, Y/N,” he pulled you off suddenly as you gasped for air, your cheeks the same shade as his. “Tell me,” Lando spat warning oh, shaking you slightly.

“You,” you coughed. “What about me?” he asked. “Your body. You’re abs. You’re hot,” you whimpered, half-scared, half-enjoying this encounter? He nodded with approval, guiding you back to cock. He was less rough, instead, bobbing your head up and down on the tip only, guiding your small hand to the base and pushing it up and down. “Good girl,” he cooed, stroking your hair as he watched your movements. Lando threw his head back as he felt his high coming, he would be lying if it said it was from the actual oral. Seeing the girl he’d never truly hated, instead, maybe disliked, on her knees for him, sucking his cock? It would drive any man feral. “That’s it sweetheart,” he continued, “what would you friends think, huh? If they saw you on your knees like a little slut,”. You gagged again, pushing more of him into your mouth. There was something about the way he gasped and his eyes rolled at your bold move. 

He pushed your head back to signal he was about to release, but instead, you did something that surprised him. You pushed further, feeling him explode in the back of your throat as he gasped, stumbling slightly as he held your head in place. “Y/N…” he groaned, his cum dropping from your lips as he pushed you back harder. “Fucking hell,” he said, eyes glazed as he knelt down on his knees. He wronged the cum and salvia off of his cock with his fingers, putting his clothes back on as he watched you, still on your knees, cum on your chin. “Fuck, how are you so good at giving head? Slut,” he said, but you knew he didn’t mean it spitefully. “Come back inside after, it’ll make it less suspicious,” Lando mumbled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Okay,” you blinked, wiping your face. “Look forward to next time,” you added, making his jaw drop.

[all444miles]

can you do miles with and earthy black girl! Like I can see him wanting her nose rings, and accessories but don’t get me started on how he SIMPS for her waist beads. He loves seeing her at school with her hair wrap and locs and her lavender and coco sent, she’s a calm person to!

thank you so much for your AMAZING work God bless❤️❤️❤️❤️

— DOWN TO EARTH

— pairing: both miles' x black!earthy!fem!reader — genre: fluff — summary: what its like for both miles' to date an earthy girl ‹3 — a/n: quick note, the reader calls 1610 miles "bambi" as a nickname becuase he reminds her of a baby deer ‹3 (credits to my pookie for that !!) — a/n 2: I didn't know which miles you meant, so i just did both 😭 also pretend that brooklyn visions academy doesnt have a uniform.. i was tired writing this so im rlly rlly RLLLY sorry if this is bad but, i hope you like this, and enjoy !! ‹3

E-42 MILES

Miles loves being in your room. the smell of burning coconut incense, the look of your fairy lights, the small plants, it felt so chill, so peaceful. he liked that.

he always knows which incense you've used, and will pick up if you've changed them. He'll buy you some if you need any more.

"You got rid of the coconut incense? Mami, that one was my favorite." "Baby, I only have one pack left." "Oh? Aight, i'll buy you some tomorrow."

he'll never tell you, but if he misses you, he'll listen to your favorite songs that you'd always hum to yourself when you two are alone.

does he like Erykah Badu? Yes, yes he does. he'll listen to Green Eyes on his missions with his uncle whenever he gets the chance.

his uncle caught him once; one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

"Kid, you listenin' Erykah Badu? Ian know you into allat." "Yo chill, it's only cuz my girl like her." "Mhm. You sure you my nephew or am I trippin?" "Tio, let's just roll."

he's loves to cuddle with you, especially cause you always smell like lavender. he won't let you go either.

"Miles, I gotta get some food." "Nuh, in a minute." "Hun, you done said that 2 minutes ago." "Exactly, in a minute. I like being here."

absolutely in love with your waist beads. he loves the jewllery you were (you both have matching necklaces), but your waist beads? goes absolutely crazy whenever you wearing a crop top and you have them on.

one time you two were at a beach and you wore them with your bikini, he might as well have fell in love with you all over again. bro has his hands on your waist the whoooleee time.

"Princesa, never take off your waist beads." "Why? You like 'em?" "¿Gustarme? Chica, Dios mío, estoy enamorada de ellos." (Like them? Girl, my god, i'm in love with them.) "Miles!" "What? I'm just appreciating my queen n her style, ion see no problem."

E-1610 MILES

Miles is obsessed, like, obsessed, with your style.

if you two live close, he'll style your locs and do your head wrap for you before school.

if not, he'll come to school excited to see your ootd. that is, as if you don't send them to him everyday before school.

"You look gorgeous in your outfit, amor." "Thank you Miles. You do know i already showed you it before school, right?" "So? It's always better to see my wife's outfits in person." "Bambi, you so corny."

he draws you, all the time. look through his sketchbook and you'll find drawings of his friends from the spider society, his uncle, and thousands of you.

Instead of doing what his twin does, when he misses you, he'll draw you. He misses you a lot.

"Baby, can I see your sketchbook?" "..Uhm, yeah! Sure." "You draw me? Awwe, that's so cute."

he loves how calm you are, he actually thinks of you as an angel the way you're so peaceful.

he thinks your nose rings are so gorgeous. if you let him pick which nose ring, he'll be so honored.

adores the fact you smell like lavender. he'll always lay his head into the crook of your neck because he loves your scent sm.

like his counterpart, he's so fascinated to your waist beads. like, he just thinks you look so beautiful with em. One time, you put his hands on your waist, he honestly didn't know what to do with himself.

"Mami, did you know I love your waist beads?" "Yes, bambi, i know." "Nah, but I loooovvveeeee them!" "Baby, i know!" "Like, I looooooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeee them!" "Love, please."

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

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HANGMAN’S A WHAT NOW!? | j.seresin

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x wife!reader

summary: after the uranium mission, the dagger squad is assigned more permanently to the San Diego base, so Jake and his wife make plans to move their little family out to SoCal. The rest of the dagger squad is quite surprised to find out that Hangman even has a wife, when she joins them for a beach day, with some little surprises in tow.

warnings: pure, tooth-rotting fluff, Jake being a girl dad

a/n: this is just a little piece I came up with a 4 a.m. last night. reblogs are greatly appreciated. feel free to send in requests for any of the characters on my page, my requests are open!

word count: 2k

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“Mama, are we almost there yet?”

You smiled softly at your daughter, cuddling as close to her sister as the seatbelt in the back of the car will allow her.

“Almost, Liv,” you say gently.

“Okay then, Mama,” your daughter sighs, her head falling onto her sister's, where she is snoozing on Olive’s shoulder.

You smile at your twin girls, who had been so good for you while you drove from your old home in rural Texas, to join their father in San Diego, where he has been more permanently stationed after the success of the last mission he had been called back to Top Gun for. The girls adored their father and it has been a hard couple of months without him, for all three of you. You know it has been hard on Jake too. He acted happy for the girls on their frequent FaceTime sessions, but you’ve known Jake too long to not catch the sadness in his eyes as he read them a bedtime story and watched them fall asleep without being able to tuck them into their blankets, smooth their hair back from their faces and kiss them goodnight.

Which is why you had packed up the girls, and all your essentials three days before schedule, so you could finally reunite with your beloved husband. You have been in contact with the only one of your husband's fellow pilots you’ve met, his friend Javy (or Coyote to his team), who let you know that the whole squad was having a beach day today, which is where you are headed now.

You look around at the houses on either side of the street as you follow the GPS to the location Coyote sent you, somewhere called The Hard Deck. He had texted you that you could park your van in the lot, and then go through the bar (which isn’t open this early in the afternoon, he assured you) to get to the beach on the other side.

Passing under a row of palm trees, you pull into the parking lot of the small beachside bar you have heard so much about from your husband and turn into the open spot in between Jake’s truck and a shiny Bronco.

Putting your keys in your bag, you open your door and climb out, brushing your long skirt out as you make your way around the front of the car to open the door your girls are sleeping next too.

Opening it gently, you brush you fingers through Charlotte’s dark blonde hair, so similar to her daddy’s.

“Lottie, baby, it’s time to wake up, we’re here,” you whisper to her. She stirs a little, blinking bleary green eyes up at you as a tiny hand comes up to rub her face. The arm movement jostles Olive, who picks her head up and yawns.

“Come on, my loves, can you undo your seatbelts and stand next to Mama, so I can make sure you look so pretty to see Daddy again?”

With that question, the identical faces of the best gifts Jake has ever given you light up, as if remembering where they are and why they had been driving in the car for two days.

Within seconds, your twins are standing side by side, bobbing up and down on their toes in excitement as you check that their adorable little matching outfits have not been wrinkled too much by the car ride. Once you re-tie Charlotte’s hair bow, which had come undone in the car, you take each of your daughters hands in each of yours and lead them into the empty bar.

Passing through the doors that lead onto the sand, your girls gape at the sight of the ocean sparkling in the late afternoon sun.

“Mama,” Olive says, mouth hanging open, “it’s so big.”

“Yeah, baby, it goes on for miles and miles.”

“Mama, mama, mama, look!” Charlotte bounces in place next to you and squeezes the hand she’s holding onto. “I can see Daddy!”

You turn to look where she’s pointing and sure enough, a tiny ways down the beach, you spot your husband, throwing around a ball with another man in board shorts. The man throws his head back and laughs at something Jake says.

“Mama, can we go! Can we do the surprise now, please?” Olive asks, so sweetly that your heart melts a little bit as you nod at your daughter.

“Go knock him over with the biggest hug ever, girls!” You say as you start walking again, releasing their hands so that they can run ahead.

✯✯✯✯

“Nice try, Bradshaw,” Jake yells to his friend as Rooster throws a particularly hard ball, causing Jake to have to side step to catch it.

“One day man,” Rooster grins, “one day, I’ll get you.”

Jake is just about to come up with a witty retort when he hears something he thought he wasn’t going to hear for another couple of days.

“Daddy!”

“Daddy!”

Two little voices he knows better than anything. Jake whips around in disbelief, forgetting Rooster and the game of catch in an instant as he spots his little girls running towards him, dressed adorably in little matching outfits.

Jake takes a few steps towards his girls and then drops into the sand just in time for them to come crashing into him, arms going round his neck and bodies thumping into him with such force, he goes sprawling back in the sand with his babies on top of him. He holds them there for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of them in his arms again, their puffs of laughter tickling his neck.

After a few moments, he sits up effortlessly, still holding onto the two five year olds and sets them onto their feet. Pulling out of the hug just far enough to look at their faces, Jake’s right hand comes up to stroke Olive’s hair out of her eyes while his left stays firmly around Charlotte’s waist.

“What are you doing here, you two?”

“We come early, Daddy!” Olive says, her little hand coming up to touch Jake’s cheek.

“Mama said we should surprise you!” Charlotte says, her voice muffled from where she’s pressed her face into her father’s neck.

“Did she now?” Jake asks playfully, looking up just as a pair of legs he knows very well stop in front of him. He lets his eyes trail upwards until they meet yours and he swears, he doesn’t think there will ever be a time where he isn’t affected by that beautiful smile.

“Hi Darlin,” he grins, letting go of his babies for only a moment to get to his feet before putting his hands on their heads as they wrap themselves around a leg each.

“Hey Handsome,” you smirk back, and Jake can’t help but close the tiny distance between you to press a kiss to your lips.

He feels so content in this moment, all three of his girls are finally with him after too long (in his opinion) apart, that it’s a bit jarring when Rooster’s voice breaks through his little bubble of happiness.

“I’m sorry, what the fu….rick is going on here?”

Jake laughs against your lips before pressing one last final kiss to them before pulling away and turning to see the rest of his team, save Coyote, gaping at him.

“What does it look like, Bradshaw,” Jake smirks, as Rooster rubs his ribs where Phoenix evidently elbowed him to keep him from cursing in front of the two little girls still hanging onto their father.

“It looks,” Phoenix jumps in, trying to sound mad, but failing because of the shit eating grin on her face, “like you’ve been keeping secrets, Bagman.”

You’re intoxicating laugh has Jake turing back to you, a betrayed look in his eyes, an over exaggerated pout on his lips.

“Baby?” He whines, purposefully making his bottom lip jut out and quiver slightly. You laugh again, leaning forward to kiss away his frown.

“Oh hush…..now, is your Daddy going to introduce us to the squad, or are we gonna have to report back to Grandma Seresin about his manners,” you say cheekily, leaning down to address the last part of your question to the twins. They both giggle and pull on Jake’s hands, while he stares down at his little family.

“Alright, no need to involve my mama,” he says, grinning, “who wants a ride over?”

Both of his daughters look up at him with matching grins, before Olive reaches up and starts shouting, “Sandwich, sandwich!”

“Oh alright!” Jake sighs dramatically, before taking her hands in both of his and swinging her up onto his back. Once he’s sure her little legs are locked around his waist tight enough that she won’t fall, he reaches down for Charlotte, and lifts her up to carry her on his chest.

With his daughters hanging off him like Koalas, and your hand in one of his, he leads you over to the little congregation of towels the gang had set up earlier that day.

Bob, Phoenix, Rooster, and Fanboy all rise to their feet from where they had been lounging, as Jake approaches with his family. Only Coyote remains on his towel, a fact which makes Jake smirk.

“Everyone, these are my girls,” Jake says, angling his body so that Olive is slightly visible, and Charlotte can see from where her head is back in his neck.

There’s a chorus of heys from the group and Jake feels one of Olive’s hands leave his neck, reaching up to wave at the pilots.

“This is my wife, Y/N Seresin, and these two beauties…..Can you say hi, and introduce yourself, sugar?” Jake asks Olive, bouncing a little so that she holds onto his neck again. She giggles lightly and Jake feels her nod against his shoulder.

“I’m Liv,” she says, “it’s very nice to meet you!”

She mispronounces her v’s slightly, but her greeting is so endearing that Jake witnesses all the pilots melt in front of him.

“And what about you, baby?” Jake asks Charlotte, angling his head so that he can see her face. She shakes her head slightly, her eyes so wide and innocent in her face.

“Are you sure, darlin?” Jake asks. His shy daughter just shakes her head, and turns her face, so that her face is hidden completely in her father’s neck.

“Okay….,” Jake murmurs to her, running his hand up and down her back in circles and turns to his group of pilots.

“This little one is Lottie,” he says.

“Coyote,” you say, taking the focus of the group off of your shy daughter as you call your friend, “are you gonna stay over there, or are you actually going to get up and and come say hello?”

“Ya know, I think I’m good where I am,” Coyote laughs from his seat, grinning.

“Uncle Javy!?” Olive asks, wriggling around in excitement.

“Yeah Livie!” Coyote grins, finally getting up from the ground and making his way over.

“Daddy, down please!” Olive chirps and Jake obligingly bends until his daughter can hop off his back.

The minute Olive is on the ground, she takes off running towards Coyote, and he leans down as she gets to him, and lifts her up, swinging her around in the air as her laughter explodes from her. After she's been swung around a few times, Coyote p uts her back in the sand and pulls you into a side hug.

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As the family reunites with each other, and some of the pilots go and begin chatting with Jake and his wife, Phoenix sidles up to Rooster and elbows him again.

"You good, Roos?"

The pilot turns his head to look at her, and she bursts out laughing.

"Oh come on, Bradley, is it really that shocking that Jake has a life outside of the navy?"

"Kind of!"

Phoenix goes to elbow her friend again, but he's ready this time, dodging out of the way as she goes for his ribs, the two pilots laughing as they join the rest of the group getting to know their newest members.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you think!

[moonstruckme]

I can’t believe I’ve never read this but Sirius getting a tattoo of your name and you and EVERYONE is like ! And James is probs jelly heheheh

Thanks for requesting!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 802 words

“Well, the font at least sort of covers the misspelling,” you say, peering at the skin just to the left of Sirius’ back dimple. 

Remus hums his agreement. “Yeah, I sort of messed up in the middle there, so I switched to cursive to make it less noticeable.” 

“What?” Sirius twists around to try and see. 

“Joking, joking.” You smile up at him as he makes a sound somewhere between relief and offense, holding him still by his hip and not at all minding the excuse to do so. “It looks good, Siri. I just wish you’d told me you were getting it, I would have surprised you with the same.” 

Your boyfriend’s pursed lips relax into a familiar grin. “Yeah, sweetness?” Remus groans, finding something else to look at away from the two of you. “You mean it?”

“Nope,” you say bluntly, using your grip to tug him back down beside you on the couch. “Sorry, Rem, you’re never getting near me with that needle.” 

Remus huffs a laugh. “No pressure here.” 

“But baby,” Sirius croons, though it’s really more of a whine, “it’d be so hot. You could get it in the same spot too, so we’d match.” 

“You two already match plenty,” James decrees, coming in the door sweaty and covered in dirt from training. “Outfits and nail colors are enough.”

“Envious green doesn’t suit you, Prongs,” Sirius replies. He leans his head back so he can give his friend a disdainful look over the top of the couch, hair flopping away from his eyes. “Y/n loves when we match, don’t you gorgeous?” 

It’s a struggle not to let your eyes flit down to your star print socks, twin to the ones covered by Sirius’ boots. You give your best impression of insouciance in your shrug. 

“She’s a hostage to your schemes.” James tosses his bag to the floor, perching on the coffee table lest Remus get after him for getting dirt on the couch again. “What are you trying to coerce her into now?”

“He wants her to get a tattoo of his name like he’s gotten of hers,” Remus answers, the tiny quirk of his eyebrow at James conveying his disapproval of this plan. 

James’ eyes widen behind his glasses. “You got a tattoo of her name?” 

“Yeah.” Sirius grins proudly, already turning and pulling down his waistband. “Wanna see?” 

“Does he always take his pants off when you’re all home together?” you ask Remus. “Is this something I should be worried about?” 

“He’ll take his pants off at any opportunity,” he replies. “You knew what you were getting into with him.” 

“I guess I did.” 

“Fucking what?” James’ gaze jumps from Sirius’ hip to his face, betrayal in his big brown eyes. “That’s my spot. You’ve given her my spot!” 

You feel your brows furrow. “Excuse me?” 

“We agreed,” James says, and though his outrage doesn’t seem meant for you, you’re a tad intimidated regardless, “that I would get to choose the tattoo that went on his lower back. Pads, you swore an oath of brotherhood!”

“I was fifteen,” Sirius protests, mouth agape, “and drunk! I hardly remember what I agreed to!”

“Moony was witness.” James gives Remus an expectant look, mouth a hard line. 

Remus sighs like he’d really rather not be a part of this, but he knows better than to argue. “You did say that,” he tells Sirius, then turns to James. “Though it was a long time ago, and I’d like to have it on record that I didn’t recall it when I agreed to do the tattoo.” 

“Ah ha!” James points at Sirius accusingly. Sirius slaps his finger away with a roll of his eyes. “You’ve conspired against me.” 

“Why,” you ask James, “did you want to choose a tattoo for his lower back specifically?” 

James scoffs as though this should be obvious. “Because that’s the claiming spot. As he clearly knows.” He crosses his arms, glaring indignantly at your boyfriend. 

You shrug. “Well, he has two hips. You could always have the other one.” 

Now it's Sirius’ brow which furrows. “I’m not sure I appreciate my skin being auctioned off like this.” 

“Nobody’s auctioning you off, honey,” you placate him, rubbing his shoulder. Predictably, he softens under your touch, leaning against your side. You give his bicep a little squeeze. “For it to be an auction, we’d have to be exchanging money. This is for free.” 

Remus chuckles, and Sirius elbows your side meanly, but he’s smiling. James ignores them both, uncrossing his arms to lean his elbows on his thighs and looking at you with interest. 

“I could get behind that,” he muses. “You’d be willing to share him like that, though?” 

You roll your eyes as you smile. “I knew what I was getting into with him.” 

[dotster001]

Neutral End

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Choose Another Ending

"Congratulations Mister Ashengrotto," Grimm extended a paw to Azul.

Azul shook the paw with pride.

"I assure you I won't let you down," Azul said with a grin.

"See that you don't. The second your restaurant goes under, Y/N gets wind that you're a jerk behind their back, and Idia protected me from you," Grim said coldly.

"I would expect no less," Azul bowed with mock bravado, knowing full well that he would win the twins back before that could ever happen, and would have no issue subduing a tiny cat monster.

"Good, be ready and well dressed at Ramshackle by tomorrow evening. Do not cheap out on the dinner, or it's over for you before it's even begun," Grim snapped before scampering off.

….

"A blind date?" You asked, unconvinced.

"Yes, I just think that you and this other person would be great together!" Grim said, putting his hands on his hips.

"I don't know, Grim-"

"Listen, Y/N," Grim turned on his saddest kitty eyes, before crawling into your lap, curling into a ball, and purring, getting very happy when you started scratching behind his ears.

"Y/N, the two of us don't have any family here. And I just worry that you spend too much time focusing on my happiness, when you should take some time for yourself. What if, one day, when I'm the world's greatest sorcerer, I have to go far away from you? You'll be all alone! Sad and alone! And I couldn't live with myself if that happened."

Your scratching behind his ear faltered for a moment, and the two of you sat in silence. Grim turned his face more into your lap so you wouldn't see his triumphant grin.

"Okay Grim, if you're really sure about this…"

"Yes, Yes! I'm so sure!" He cupped your face with his paws, and nodded earnestly. "You'll be perfect together! I'll help you pick out an outfit!" 

.…

You stood outside Ramshackle with Grim, and stared out into the night. At exactly 6:30 pm, Azul emerged from the night, a shocked expression on his face.

"Prefect? Can it be you're my date?" He bowed deeply and said, "when Grim had told me to meet him at Ramshackle, I had assumed it was simply for convenience, not that I would have the honor of getting to date you."

You couldn't say you'd never thought about yourself and Azul as a power couple, but he was one of the last people you expected Grim to match you with. You'd make the most of it though.

….

"Azul, look, you're a great guy-"

"Oh sevens, you're friend zoning me,"Azul interrupted, his face turning a sickly shade of green.

"Let me finish," you smiled warmly and took his hand in yours.

"You're a great guy, and I can see a future with you, someday. But right now," you took a deep breath, "Grim gave me a lot to think about in terms of my place in this world. Right now, I need to get some footing, and take care of my little rat, before I can start dating you. Because you deserve better than that."

You kissed his cheek, gave his hand and firm squeeze, then pulled away and opened the front door to Ramshackle.

"Thank you for a lovely evening. I hope we can do it again someday, if some lucky somebody doesn't scoop you up," you said, before closing the door behind you.

Azul froze in place, and touched his cheek with trembling fingers. He thanked every one of the seven that Floyd and Jade were still pouting, because if they saw him now he had no doubt he would never hear the end of it.

"Someday," he whispered to himself, a lovesick smile on his face.

"It's a deal."

….

"How'd it go?" Grim asked excitedly.

"I thought I told you to be in bed by 10…"

"You're not the boss of me, henchhuman!" He shouted, before smiling brightly again. "How was your date?"

You sat down next to him, and scratched behind his ears.

"I had a lot of fun. Azul was a good choice for me. But we aren't going further, right now."

"What? Why?" Grim asked, sounding absolutely devastated.

You leaned down and nuzzled your nose against Grim's.

"Cause right now I only have room for one little man in my life. And I wanna make sure he's happy and achieves his dreams before I expand our family."

Grim sniffled, and wiped his nose with the back of his paw, looking away so you wouldn't see his eyes welling up.

"Whatever, you wanna die alone, that's your choice," he muttered half heartedly.

You giggled, before ruffling his fur. 

"Yup. Now come on, it's time for bed. Can't be the world's greatest mage if you fall asleep in class."

You hopped up, made your way up the stairs, and smiled when Grim quickly followed.

The End

[redrobinhoodrat]

Damian

“Damian, don’t you want to see your surprise? I think you’ll love it.” He grinned maliciously as he gestured for someone to step forward.

Damian’s breath was caught as one of the ninjas from grandfather’s guard stepped forward and crouched into a fighting stance. Everything about them was entirely too familiar. Grandfather was saying something but the ringing in his ears was making it hard to understand.

“— happened? We found him and now he’s back home. Don’t you want to come back and see him Damian?” Grandfather had walked up to the figure as he was talking. Reaching a hand up, he pulled the half mask down to reveal their face. “He’s excited to see you.”

His chest was aching now as he listened to his family behind him taking in the scene. Even as he shifted into his own battle stance it felt like his face and hands had been dipped in static. He was sure he wasn’t getting oxygen adequately but still he couldn’t take his eyes off what could have been a mirror image of himself if he’d never left the league. From the hair and the outfit, to the burning green eyes glaring back. He knew however, he wasn’t looking at a clone. He was looking at his worst nightmare, something that the pits had brought to life.

He felt a hand drop down on his shoulder and he flinched. A quick glance at the blue stripes give the culprit up as Richard but the familiar comfort he usually got from his adopted brother never came. He clenched his jaw to steady himself. There was no way grandfather had done what he was thinking. This has to be a clone or something else being used to entice him back to the league.

“Grandfather, I fail to see what use another clone could be. I would think that after the first attempt of using clones failed you would try a different method.” He made sure to sound as bored as possible, knowing how his grandfather played with emotions. His grandfather seemed to be amused if anything, a cruel smirk settling across his face.

“I would not bring you a mere clone Damian. Is it the green eyes throwing you off? It’s merely a side effect of the pits as you well know.” Here he shot a pointed look towards Redhood before glancing back. “Don’t you recognize your own twin?”

The ringing was back.

“He simply needed a quick dip in the pits before he was willing to listen. Here lately the aggression has been quite handy.” Grandfather stepped back at the same time he let go of the figures shoulder. “Cosmas, why don’t you go ahead and show your brother what he’s missing out on?”

Damian’s eyes quickly snapped back to the boy as he started moving. Pulling out a blade that looked shockingly similar to his brother’s—his real, dead, twin brother’s—sword. With the way his eyes were glowing, Damian couldn’t tell any emotions coming from him. He quickly unsheathed his matching sword as he watched the figure—supposedly his brother— smirk.

Danny POV

Danny was shocked.

Surprised.

Absolutely flabbergasted.

Never had he imagined this scenario for himself, and he’s been through some pretty wild shit!

Okay, so to start out his eyes are glowing green due to being literally dunked in rancid ectoplasm like ten time. Which is just ew. He was also forced to change into an old league uniform, given his old sword, and then pretty much pushed out in front of the bats of Gotham within a day of him being taken.

…WAS GRANDFATHER CRAZY??

Obviously grandfather didn’t know about Phantom or he’d be in a lot deeper shit. To be completely honest, he just wanted to go along with this to see Damian again but now he’s supposed to fight the bats? That’s so not happening, Danny enjoyed his half-life. Sure it was overrun by beings trying to kill him but when was that any different than what it was in the league.

Obviously, grandfather just wanted him to die again—

“—recognize your own twin?” Danny’s ears twitched as he heard that, snapping his gaze to the figure squaring up across from him. That was Damian? He looked so…calm. The Damian that Danny was used to had an eternal stick up his ass that made his face look like he was scowling 24/7. Maybe the mask helped with that? Huh. Interesting.

“Cosmas” Ancients he hated that name. “Why don’t you go ahead and show your brother what he’s missing out on?” He felt grandfather taking a few steps back.

Danny internally scoffed as he went to take out his sword—HIS SWORD!!—that had recently been given to him.

‘Like I’ll ever help you out you senile fruitloop’ Danny smirked as he thought it ‘You just made yourself useless.’

[laurellerual]

If you have the time, can you draw jaime and cersei in their matching green outfits back in AGOT?

Twins, male and female. They looked very much the part this morning. Both had chosen a deep green that matched their eyes. Their blond curls were all a fashionable tumble, and gold ornaments shone at wrists and fingers and throats.

[moontavern]

Tainted Lips

Veneer x GN!Reader

Summary - You are Velvet and Veneers makeup artist. You head to do Veneers makeup, but… seems there is some unspoken tension between you and your boss pop star.

Warnings - sexual tension! Just some fluff and a kiss?? (Almostttt make out) 🤭 Reader is kinda bad at comforting, also a bit of awkward tension. You wear and make bracelets. Reader is described as shorter then Veneer!! And lastly uhh Veneer sorta forces you to kiss him—but completely consensual <33 enjoy!

WC- 4k

You knocked lightly at Veneers change room door, holding a rather large makeup bag and other small items needed.

You were Veneer and Velvets makeup artist. You helped them with makeup ideas that will match outfits for any outing and designed them yourself. You loved your job, and you honestly meant it. While yes, Velvet and Veneer could both be rather.. demanding, you enjoyed being the one to do their makeup. They looked amazing when it all came together, and they seemed to like it too.

You had already done Velvets makeup, as she always likes going first before her brother. But you enjoyed it. Veneer was the more enjoyable twin to spend time with. He was chatty, and he made good company. At times he would brag or be snarky, but he was a celebrity. Most come with their issues.

You listened for the go to allow yourself in, and as you waited a moment later you heard a cheerful "Come in!" From inside the room.

You turned the golden door knob, entering the room with a small smile. As you stepped in you took notice of Veneer who was standing in front of his large wall mirror, observing in his outfit for tonight. He had a small smile on as he turned over and spotted you standing at the door.

You closed the door gently, making your way to the large vanity in the room. You turned on the bright lights of the Mirror, and placed your makeup bag onto the large table. You peered over at Veneer who was still observing his outfit.

He was adorned in their signature green, along with the theme of white. Over his shoulders wore a short fur coat. It was white and soft, covering his shoulders. Matching was his large fur boots. They where also a fluffy white.

The rest of his attire was the bold green. He wore a baggy longed sleeve belly top, and short shorts. underneath was a black bodysuit, that connected from his torso down his legs.

Jewelry and bling were scattered around his body, showing the flamboyant fashion of Veneer.

You unzipped your makeup bag, pulling out eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick and blush.

"You ready for makeup, Veneer?" You asked politely, turning your gaze towards the pop star that was still criticizing his look silently.

He looked at you in the mirror, smiling brightly.

"Yes I am!" He replied cheerfully, twirling around as he made his way towards you and the desk.

You carefully pulled out the desk chair, directing it for Veneer to sit on it. As he made it to the desk, he sat in the chair, a sigh escaping his lips.

"I'm not the biggest fan of todays outfits. But oh well-" Veneer sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes as he looked up at you.

"Well, I think once we get this makeup on you'll enjoy it more." You replied gently, smiling down at him as you prepared the makeup.

You pulled the chair towards you more, your strength pulling Veneer along fairly easy. his eyes grow wide as he frowned.

"You don't like this outfit either, do you?" Veneer gasped, putting both his hands on his cheeks, staring wide eyed as he turned to look in the makeup vanity's large mirror.

You sighed playfully, pulling his chair closer to you more again, where he can be seating comfortably in front of you as you quickly grab the chair you use to sit on.

"That's not what I said." You chuckled, grabbing a white powder from the table, "I think you look awesome in it."

Veneer smiled up at you as you pulled him closer. As you sat, his gaze followed you with a curious glint in his eyes.

You gently moved his leg out of the way as you scooted closer to him, your legs in between his. Softly applying powder to the puff, you gently place your hand and hold Veneers cheek.

Bringing up the Puff, you start to apply softly the white powder on his cheeks, spreading it around.

When you first got the job and started doing his makeup, it was awkward accidental eye contact. You had gotten used to your clients being awkward—you understood it was odd to have someone up and around your face too close to comfort, but it is what it is.

Overtime, Veneer grew to be more comfortable around you—When you would often have to get really close to his face when applying small details, or when your hand would softly trail from his face to his chin to lift it or move his face in positions you needed him to be in to get a better angle.

Now, while he tried to avoid any awkward eye contact, he sometimes would follow your eyes when you moved your position, while you kept his head firmly in place with your hands.

You could feel his eyes on yours, even when you weren't directly looking at him. You've gotten used to his staring, as you've had other clients.

But his staring.. it felt like it held different intentions. You couldn't quite place it, but the way his breathing would stop when you got a bit too close to his lips when applying lipstick, or when you lifted his chin and apply blush or powder on his neck and you could feel his heartbeat panic.

You didn't pay too much mind to these small actions. You knew boundaries—and you certainly didn't want to cross any with your clients. Especially big pop stars like Veneer.

Small talk was enjoyable between the both of you. He would go on about small fan interactions he had—which he funnily enjoyed talking about. You would always listen intently, chiming into his rants from time to time. While he can be a diva queen, he had a soft spoken side to himself.

Today was different though. There was an unspoken tension in the room, as his curious eyes followed your hands and your eyes.

After applying the white power, you release his face from your grip as you put away the powder and plan to grab the white glitter powder.

"How are you feeling for today? I heard you and Velvet will be doing a meet and greet this show." You asked, smiling up at Veneer from your spot. He had fixed his posture after you applied the powder; him now being a bit taller.

He sighed quietly as she closed his eyes, placing both his hands on his hips as he replied, "I didn't have much say in the matter. Velvet always gets to choose what the theme is and what not." Veneer said in a bitter tone, opening his eyes to be met with you getting once again close to apply highlights.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my sister. But.. I just hate always getting second pick to everything!" He placed his hands on his thighs as he leaned into your grasp, puffing out his cheeks to his comment.

You smiled at him, nodding along with his words. "So I've noticed. But, you both always end up doing amazing. I'm sure you'll do amazing today."

Bringing up a soft brush that was covered generously in white glitter powder, you started to apply it on the tip of his nose and cheeks, adding a glow to his gorgeous face.

You never knew the boundaries with Venner. What you could say or what would be considered offensive—even if he was fussing about his sister. You kept caution to what you would say. But overtime, you felt comfortable with Veneer to be open about a fair bit of things. He even laughs at times when you would joke about small things.

It felt nice. Having fairly relaxed conversations with Veneer and even sometimes relatable ones too. You would often catch yourself getting glimpse of his eyes. Both your gazes would connect, but always so briefly.

After applying the highlights, you opt to apply the extra details. Veneers face is always so perfect as is. But it was fun going with themes with his outfits. Like today.

You grab another white glitter, acting as eyeshadow.

"The colour choice has to be my new favourite this week." You smile cheekily, enjoying the choice in scheme. "Glitter always looks good on you in my opinion." You add on, scavenging through your makeup bag for a different brush.

You still held Veneers cheek in your hand, a force of habit. You often would forget who just exactly you're holding in your hands, and don't realize until later that you held Veneers face in your hands for an unnecessary amount of time.

"Why thank you."

Veneer chirped in, his voice was filled with a playful tone. His face shifted in your hand as you softly let it go, remembering to keep boundaries.

As you retracted your hand, you felt two soft hands grasp at your hand and wrist. You looked up through your eyelashes to see Veneer admiring your bracelets.

"Woah! I absolutely love these. Are they new? Did you make them?" Veneer asked excitedly, his voice curious and high. You laughed softly, fixing your posture as you grabbed the brush you needed.

"Yeah, I made them." You replied, letting Veneer look at and touch the bracelets. You shuddered slightly when you felt Veneers fingers slide down your wrist at the revealed skin under the bracelets.

"They're amazing. You so have to make me one." Veneer said, a genuine smile on his face.

You blushed slightly, looking away. Whenever Veneer complemented you meant a lot. "I'll keep that in mind."

He let go of your wrist as he got back into position where he leaned into your direction.

While leaning closer, his eyes connected with your recovering nervous gaze. He never removed his eyes as he leaned in.

The tension was thickening. Veneer normally was never not so talkative. While he did compliment your bracelets, he normally would bash about everything that happened that day. Today was.. well, he kept making more eye contact then he normally would, and he touches were more gentle then his usual grasps.

You were the first to look away as you grabbed the eyeshadow along with the brush. Clearing your throat softly, you shifted in your seat to get closer to Veneer.

You typically needed to get closer when applying eyeshadow to anyone—which you should really be used too by now. But as you got closer to Veneer, the more intense his gaze grew. His small smile was still plastered onto his face, but his eyes held much different emotion. An emotion you couldn't quite pin point.

Having to look so close to his eyes didn't help either. Man, you needed to get a grip. You never have gotten this distracted by Veneer. He sometimes was a bit too gorgeous for his own good and you felt extremely bad for eyeing up your own client, but today took a turn with emotions.

It's not like you were in love with Veneer. But—he was warming up to you. A lot. You use to see him as petty, and dreaded working for him. But overtime, he grew to be funny, and even kind.

While lost in thought, you apply the glitter on the brush and place your hand on Veneers chin. His eyes shifted from your eyes to your hand. Thank goodness, now you look at his eyelids.

As his eyes shift from your hand to somewhere else off in the distance, you were able to continue applying the white glitter eyeshadow.

After a few moments of you finishing up his one eyelid, You suddenly noticed how Veneer got eerily quiet all of a sudden.

Looking away for a moment, applying more glitter to the brush for the next eyelid, you felt Veners hands slowly settle on your knees that were in between his legs.

You quickly shoot a surprised glance down at his hands, too nervous to reach his gaze.

Pausing, you give a questioning look to Veneers hands as you looked away, then back up to his face. He was looking at you again, but only his eyes were more lidded, and his face was less.. cheery.

Hesitating, not wanting to seemed offended by his placement, you slowly got back to applying the last bit of eyeshadow to Veneer.

Choosing to stay quiet, you occasionally look down to Veneers hands on your knees. They weren't threatening. It just felt like he had no were else to place them so he gently chose you.

But as your gaze lingered a bit too long, You hear Veneers voice break your daze.

"Is something wrong?" He asked in his high tone, looking at you questioningly.

Man, this boy must be either super damn dense or he's.. teasing you? No, why would Veneer tease you?

You quickly look up, continuing with your job as you finish up his other eye.

"O-oh—nothing! Nothings wrong. It's just.."

You look away, then back at Veneer.

"It's almost done..—! The last step I need to do is apply your lipstick." You said, moving your knees away from Veneers grasp quickly as you shifted to put away the glitter eyeshadow back into the case, also retrieving a dark green lipstick in the process.

Pretending to be busy looking in the bag to catch yourself with your heating face, you saw as Veneer leaned back and placed his hands on his knees instead.

You couldn't see his face, but you knew he held a questioning one.

"But, I mean—I'm pretty sure you can put that on yourself." You stated as politely as you could, placing the lipstick near Veneer on the desk.

Veneer hummed lightly closing his eyes in the process. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His eyes darted from the lipstick to your figure that was pretending to organize your makeup bag.

Sighing slightly, he responded, "I do a terrible job at applying lipstick on myself.. I never was good at it" he faked a worried tone.

You paused looking around in the bag, slowly placing it down on the desk. Your gaze shifted to the lipstick near your hand.

"O-okay." You replied, softly grabbing the lipstick and turning to face Veneer. You tried to fix your face to seem unbothered by everything, but you fidgeted nervously with the small plastic lipstick you held between your fingers.

Once again sitting on the seat in front of Veneer, he scooted his chair closer to yours—now returning the previous position.

His hands were thankfully placed on his knees still, fingers tapping against his legs. You shyly popped the lid off the lipstick, placing the lid on the desk as you leaned in rather quickly into Veneer.

Your mind was racing with emotions. Venner couldn't leave your mind, the feeling and the tension created when he placed his hands on your legs. You squirmed a bit in your seat, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Whenever you needed to apply lipstick on Veneer, it was always the most "intimate" out of the whole process. The way you had to grab his chin and pull him closer to yourself as you gently slid the stick against his lips. The way his eyes couldn't look anywhere besides yourself as you took up his whole vision.

With a shaky breath, you placed your hand onto Veneers cheek as lightly as you could—trying to not make this situation anymore uncomfortable.

Bringing the green lipstick to Veneers lips, you applied pressure softly.

Wanting to make this as fast as possible without trying to ruin his makeup was hard. You always took your time with the twins makeup, trying to make them look their best—and to keep your job of course.

But as you hurriedly apply the lipstick, or as fast as you could with carefully applying makeup, you accidentally smudged the green colour off his lips.

You cursed under your breath quietly, pulling away the lipstick as your eyebrows furrow in frustration.

Veneers big blue eyes widen slightly, staring at you in your worried state.

"What's wrong?" He asked hesitantly, eyeing your hand that pulled away with the lipstick.

"Oh, it's nothing just.. ah-" you looked around quickly for a cloth, still holding Veneers chain in your other hand. Slowly, your grip on his chin tightened a bit as you try to find a way to fix the smudged makeup.

"Just—made a small mistake." You sighed, unsuccessfully finding anything to clean up the mistake. You returned your gaze to Veneer, finding his eyes still on you, connecting your gazes. His eyes were still wide in worry, but you smiled slightly at him, easing his worry.

"It's just a small smudge. I can just.."

With little thought, you placed the lipstick in your lap, bringing your hand back up to your lips. You quickly lick your thumb, bringing his back to Veneers mouth.

His eyes watch intently as you moved your hand. A light blush appear on his cheeks as you licked your thumb, bringing it to his lips.

Finding the smudge, you press your thumb against it, rubbing a bit roughly—trying your best to be as gentle as possible on Veneer. You leaned in closer, trying to get all the lipstick off were it shouldn't be. You leaned in closer, focusing your gaze close to his lips.

As you give it a few more rubs, you slightly raise your thumb away from Veneers face. You note as you couldn't see anymore smudged makeup. You smiled, humming in appeasement.

You suddenly felt a hand on your hips, looking down only to to be raised back up by Veneers hand that grasped your chin.

Your eyes widen, mouth agape as you lock gazes with Veneer.

His eyes were focused on your lips, slowly lidding. He brought his gaze quickly up to you.

"Veneer what are you doing..?" you breathed, feeling as Veneer slowly brought his hand that was on your hips to the small of your back.

Your breath hitched as he trailed his finger up your spine, pressing his palm into your back to lean you closer to himself.

Your mind was frantic as you looked between Veneers eyes to his lips.

Veneers eyes never strayed from yours, but he started to blush hard. His hands were getting shaky, getting nervous. He didn't know were this sudden confidence came from, but he felt it slowly dying the longer he waited.

With one final push, he leaned in enough to graze his lips against your—almost hesitantly. You gasp as he closed the space between the both of you—your lips barely touching.

Your heart was beating fast, hands leaving Veneers face as you hesitated—not knowing we're to place them. You didn't know what to do. Was Veneer actually about to kiss you? Or were you getting the situation all wrong? But Veneers shaky hands find your cheek, soothingly placing his hand on your face. You closed your eyes quickly, nervously waiting to see what happens next.

Feeling his lips brush against yours, you flinched slightly.

"V-Veneer.. I don't think this is allowed-" you say in a hushed tone. You felt Veneer breath in quickly, his hands tightening on you.

Without another word, Veneers lips slowly press into yours. You are caught off guard with the contact, placing your hands on his chest and trying to pull back.

As you try to pull back, you felt Veneers hands pull you back into him. He slowly stood up, taking you with him as he pressed you into the vanity desk.

You groaned softly into the kiss, squirming in Veneers grasp.

Trailing his hands down your back and cheek, he placing them on your hips.

Slowly easing into the kiss, you lean into him more, trailing your hands slowly down his chest.

He released his mouth from yours, breathing heavily. You felt his hot breaths fan over your face, as you also breathed heavily against Veneer.

You held your eyes closed, too nervous to open them to meet Veneers gaze.

You couldn't believe you had just kissed your boss. The boss that makes you nervous whenever you held eye contact—the boss that would always be kind to you as you waited backstage after each performance to fix up or clean off his makeup.

You paused your hands from sliding down, felling Veneers body tense under your contact.

"uhm.." you breathed, wanting to groan when you feel Veneers hands tighten around your hips. Butterflies in your stomach were raging, and the feeling raising slowly in your lower body made you tense.

"I-" Veneer was about to speak softly as you both jump to hear a knock at the door.

Your eyes shot open, unable to look away from Veneer as he turned to look at the Door.

"10 minutes till showtime." A voice yelled from outside the door, hearing the footsteps slowly leaving.

Veneers hands leave your body as he stepped back away from you. You looked up at Veneer as he looked at you.

Your eyes leave his as you look away in embarrassment, bringing your hands to rest at your sides.

You felt Veneers gaze linger on you, stoping in his movements.

Only a foot away from you, he finally spoke up.

"I'm—sorry I did that." He said quietly, his voice sincere. You brought your gaze to see Veneers hand nervously rubbing at his neck, his gaze looking around the room till it found yours again.

"Oh—.. no, no I.." you cursed for your shyness, not knowing what to say. "I..I didn't mind."

Seeing Veneers eyes raise slightly, eyeing you. "Oh.."

You close your eyes, chuckling slightly. This whole situation was amusing, and also extremely confusing.

"Why.. why did you kiss me?" You asked, your voice quiet, loosely crossing your arms.

You see Veneer flinch in response to your question. His eyes darted around the room, not looking at you.

"Well.. it's hard not to want to kiss you." He said, his voice low but nervous.

You froze, body tensing. What? You blushed, not knowing what to say. You stared at Veneer with wide eyes as he eventually stared back.

He was about to say something as you both heard loud and rough knocking on the door. "Veneer if you don't get your ass out here I'm going to kill you!" A feminine voice yelled, the obvious sass in her tone. Velvet.

You quickly jump, turning to pack up your makeup bag. You hurriedly wiped your arm against your lips, seeing the green stain on your lips in the mirror.

While gazing into the mirror, You see Veneer quickly jump, looking frantically around.

"O-oh yeah! Sorry sis—!" Veneers high pitched voice came out, making you chuckle to yourself.

"Whatever. What is it your even doing in there?? Just—whatever. Hurry your butt out here, we are needed on stage!" Velvets rough voice replied, hearing her loud stomps fade away.

You sighed quietly, relived she didn't come in.

You packed up the rest of your stuff, making sure you had everything. Your hand hovered over the green lipstick still on the desk. You eyed it, picking it up and zipping your makeup bag. You walked over to see Veneer tying up his fur boots.

You slowly walk up to him, clearing your throat.

"Uhm.. here." You said, trying to smile softly down at him as he sat down on a couch.

He looked up from putting on his heels, eyeing you then your outstretched hand.

You handed Veneer the lipstick, looking away shyly.

"If Velvet asks.. anything, just say you had trouble putting on the lipstick." You said quickly, mind still racing with questions on what just happened.

He smiled nervously, slowly taking the lipstick from your hands.

He stood up, once again towering a bit over you.

"Thanks."

You nodded, turning to leave. You were too confused and had so many questions you wanted to ask, but you knew it would be risking it asking now.

Veneer never showed really any sort of attraction to you—why did he of all days today get so touchy and kiss you?

Making your way quickly to the door, placing your hand on the handle, Veneer spoke up.

"Hey, uh, [name]—do you think you could meet me backstage after this performance? I want to.. talk to you about something." His voice was quiet as he eyed you, his expression almost confident—as if nothing happened.

You stared for a few moments, but nodded slowly.

"Uh—yeah. I can do that." You said, softly smiling back at him as you turned the handle open, taking your leave.

Closing the door, you looked down the hall to make sure Velvet or anyone wasn't there.

You saw a custodian cleaning, but that wouldn't be a bother. Walking away quickly, you brain consumed with thoughts—Confused what happened with Veneer, and also confused with what Veneer would want to talk about. It was—it was a lot.

Bringing your fingers to your lips, you remebered how his lips felt on yours. You smile slightly, nervous but eager to see what Veneer will have to say.

What a weird night.

RAHHH IMMSORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 💔💔 you can obviously tell it was rushed at the end,, but I hope it's okay 😔 i also apologize if this story was ever confusing at times—I had this idea for a while and I wanted to try and quickly make something <33 I tried to quickly proofread it too—but forgive me if there's any mistakes!!

Hopefully the next will be for Velvet <33 (smut perhaps..)

[libraryoffandomsuniverse]

Being Rhaenyra Targaryen's husband would include:

Masterlist

Okay this is my 3rd time uploading this, because tumblr was being a whiny bitch. This turned out much longer than I expected and I'm already planning on writing more in this au. I combined book and show canon, although I kept the Velaryons as black. I also renamed some of Rhaenyra's children and gave her 1 more.

This is not team green friendly or kind to Alicent. At all. Reader is a petty bitch who adores his wife and whose love language is murdering their enemies in various secret ways.

Warnings include murder, forced infertility (Viserys), Rhaenyra and Reader scheming for the throne.

You're the oldest son of Rhaenys Targaryen and Corlys Velaryon. Greatness is in your blood.

You're proud - how can you not be? You're the oldest son of the Sea Snake and The Queen Who Never Was, the heir to High Tide and the next Lord of Driftmark. You're the second rider of Silverwing, after Queen Alysanne. You are cunning and clever - everything your parents could wish for in a son. You have a lot to be proud of.

After fighting in the Stepstones and being knighted, you emerge as one of the chief candidates for Rhaenyra's hand.

The brothel incident still happens in this au and Rhaenyra still sleeps with Criston.

When your betrothal is announced, you both agree to do your duty. And although you aren't Daemon or Criston, you are still handsome and a warrior. Doing her duty will not be difficult for Rhaenyra.

You quickly fall in love, much to both your surprise. Rhaenyra falls first, your loyalty and ferocity in defending her sneaks past her defences.

You fall harder, her wit and hidden darkness, the type that matches yours, pulls you in. Her soul speaks to yours and feels familiar on some level.

By the time Jacaerys is born, you're incredibly happy and in love with each other.

Your darling boy is quickly followed by Lucerys, Baelon, Aegon, Gaemon and eventually (after a few years) your twin daughters Visenya and Aemma.

Your royal apartments are rarely quiet because of your children. They adore their mother's hugs, love to hang off your shoulders and follow you both around the Red Keep like little ducklings.

Being the best dressed couple in Westeros. Rhaenyra likes it when you match and often coordinates your outfits to do so. Sometimes it's matching her dress to your doublet, other times it's more subtle like you wearing ruby beads in your locs to match the precious stones in her bodice. It makes her feel like you're on a team and she knows you feel the same way, judging from the little smirk and raised eyebrow you give her when you see her and the maids going through your wardrobes.

You and Rhaenyra love to gossip together. It mainly happens in bed after you make love. She tells you the latest rumours her ladies in waiting told her and you reveal the scandals you heard from your manservant and squires.

You encourage her to be more visible to the common folk. You know that if she has their love, then any attempts to usurp her will fail. Your little family becomes regular fixtures in King's Landing as you explore the city and restart Queen Alysanne's charitable ventures. Rhaenyra starts heading sessions for women to raise any issues.

You know it's working when you hear people talking about the Realm's Delight and the Sea Dragon and praising your efforts in improving their lives.

The sight of you both racing your dragons high in the sky is a frequent occurrence. It started as a way to unwind after the small council meetings. As your family grew, your children joined in, strapped into yours or Rhaenyra's saddles. When they grew old enough and their dragons were big enough, they followed you on theirs.

Dividing your time between Dragonstone and the Red Keep, although visits to Driftmark are also regular events.

Laenor frequently pops in to visit and spoil your children.

Corlys and Viserys both compete to be the favourite grandparent, but you and Rhaenyra know that Rhaenys is the real favourite. For the sake of peace, you won't reveal it.

Despite Daemon and Laena staying in Pentos, you keep up a regular correspondence with them. You even arrange to meet in Driftmark with your children a few years into your marriage. Your children bond quickly, while the adults watch on and tell stories.

Being married to the heir to the Iron Throne isn't easy and there are many people who would see that Rhaenyra never becomes Queen.

As her consort, you consider it your duty to make the path easier for her.

Your first victim is Criston Cole. After murdering Joffrey Lonmouth, you expect him to get punished. The news of Queen Alicent accepting him as her sworn sword leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, particularly when you have to break the news to Laenor.

Along with your pride, one of your greatest attributes is how protective you are of your loved ones. Joffrey was Laenor's lover as well as one of your good friends.

It takes a little while to plan, but one day gossip erupts about Criston being found drunk in a brothel that's particularly debauched, even by the standards of King's Landing.

You seize your chance and tell your goodfather that perception is important, that such a knight like that cannot be allowed to guard the royal family, especially the Queen. Viserys ignores Alicent's protests and Criston is gelded and sent to the Wall.

Speaking of Viserys, you know that any sons he has will be pitted against your wife.

You also know that his health isn't very good.

You decide to help him by giving him a tonic that your mother swears by, along with some lotions and creams. "Two drops of this with your morning meal every day and you'll soon feel better, Your Grace," you persuade him. "And wouldn't it be wonderful if you could meet your future grandchildren?"

Your father told you once you could sell water to a fish, such was the power of your silver tongue.

Viserys' health does improve after taking the tonic and the lotions that are massaged into his skin fix most of his pains.

However you failed to mention that the tonic and lotion both have herbs which cause infertility if used over long periods of time. Your mother only uses the tonic, and does so sparingly.

Viserys and Alicent only have Aegon and Helaena as a result of your actions.

You and Rhaenyra work hard to charm lords and ladies to support your cause.

You go on progress across the realm, flattering and courting all the noble families you meet.

It quickly becomes known that to be one of Princess Rhaenyra's ladies in waiting is a boon for attaining a fortunate marriage. In turn, you surround yourself with ambitious lords and their sons who want to advance their own interests.

It's a delicate dance, but you were taught how to make alliances by your parents, plus your charisma and ability to speak to anyone makes you one of the most popular members of the royal family.

Any attempts Alicent makes to gain allies for her son are countered by you and she can't stand you.

She tried to make Rhaenyra bring Lucerys to her when he was born, but you shut that down. "I wasn't aware that the Queen was in such poor health that she couldn't come herself to meet the newest member of our family," you say with a mocking smile. "The King is already coming to meet his grandson and I'm sure he would wish for Her Grace to join him." The sour look on the Queen's face when she finally arrives, only to find Viserys holding your baby boy, is a sight you'll remember for weeks to come.

You're Rhaenyra's greatest weapon and she despises how popular you are. You weren't supposed to be this politically adept, your children weren't supposed to be that lovely and polite and Rhaenyra was not supposed to be the heir when Viserys already has a son.

She says so to Larys Strong, who decides to do something about it without telling her.

You survive the pathetic assassination attempt because of a loyal servant.

Rhaenyra finds out what happened and she is furious. When she finds out Larys did it? He's a dead man walking.

His body is found in a secluded corridor at the bottom of the stairs. It's fairly obvious that he slipped and fell in a tragic accident - the servants had only finished cleaning and polishing those stairs the day before.

You thank your wife for avenging you with a sapphire necklace and several rounds of insatiable sex that eventually results in your son Aegon being conceived.

Unfortunately Lyonel Strong takes this as his chance to resign as Hand and return to Harrenhall, something you and your wife are unhappy about. You will miss him and his unwavering loyalty and fairness.

You miss him even more when you find out Otto Hightower is returning to King's Landing to be Viserys' Hand again.

The return of her father emboldens the Queen, although you and Rhaenyra are more than a match for them, both during the Small Council meetings (which you are Master of Ships) and outside them.

Eventually though, you decide to take care of the problem, although your wife cautions you to be careful.

A year after becoming Hand again, Otto Hightower is dead. His health had been declining for some time, even before he returned to King's Landing, but the poison you'd had your spies slip into his furniture and clothing certainly made his end quicker.

You knew he had a food taster, so you had to be careful to make it appear natural. A quiet conversation with Daemon had pointed you in the right direction.

Although it appeared to be natural, you knew that Otto's last days were a living hell. A fitting end for such a man.

With his death, you recommended Viserys make Lyonel Strong Hand again or even name Rhaenyra to be the Hand, as preparation for her future role.

His decision to name Rhaenyra as Hand is one of the only good decisions he's made.

It gives her more experience in governing the realm, particularly when he starts to become more frail.

After several years of this, she is confident in her role. She will be a magnificent Queen and you're truly honoured to be her consort.

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Our Last Summer (modern!HOTD)

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pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: Your first full day in King's Landing, and you get the lay of the land at the Kingsroad Country Club.

word count: 3.8k

detailed warning under the cut

warnings: language

dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

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A sharp knock on your door wakes you from the deepest sleep of your life. Baela has a way of knocking, but not knocking. By the second rap of her knuckles, she’s already opening the door and entering the room, clad in a baby blue tennis skirt and a matching top. 

Her silver curls are held away from her face in a high ponytail as she sits on the edge of your bed. 

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” she tells you as you groan, pressing your face back into the softness of your pillow. 

“This is the comfiest bed….I’ve ever slept in….in my whole life,” you tell her, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“That’s because you’ve been sleeping on a twin xl for the past five months,” she says snickering, poking your sides.

You try to roll away from her, burrowing deeper into the soft plush comforter. 

“Whaaaa,” you moan, pushing her hands away.

“Come on, we have things to do,” she tells you.

With a groan, you roll over to face her. 

“Where are we going?” you ask, sitting up and stretching your arms above your head. 

“Kingsroad Country Club,” she tells you, “We’ll grab breakfast there with Rhae.”

She stands up moving to your closet. 

“Bring a bathing suit,” she tells you, “The pool is amazing, we can see if anyone interested has come home for the summer.”

You raise an eyebrow at her as she paws through your clothes. You’d only just started to unpack the previous night, before giving in to the temptation of sleep. You couldn’t stop thinking about Baela’s stupid uncle either, which only made completing your task of unpacking more frustrating. 

“Interesting?” you ask and she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. 

“A summer fling never hurt anyone,” Baela teases. 

“Okay, let’s do it,” you agree, and she shuts your closet door.

“Meet me downstairs!” she calls, closing the door behind her. 

You quickly get dressed in a simple sundress and after a quick trip across the bay in Baela’s skiff, you dock outside of the Kingsroad Country Club. 

You follow Baela’s lead after you make sure Moondancer is safely roped so she won’t drift back into Blackwater Bay. The country club is just as extravagant as everything else appears to be in King’s Landing. A woman smiles at you as you pass in front of the signup booth for the regatta. Baela leads you past the massive pool and toward the balcony as you arrive; it’s filled with white and blue umbrellas on glass tables, surrounded by white linen chairs. 

The balcony overlooks several tennis courts, with several people engaged in singles and doubles matches. Further out you spot a golf course, acres of green grass as far as you can see.  

“Breakfast here is bomb,” Baela tells you, “Seriously, the best Eggs Benedict I’ve ever had.”

As you sit for breakfast examining the menu, Baela continues to talk about all the fun things she has planned for this summer, while putting in an order of mimosas for the table. Rhaena joins a few moments later, in a heated conversation with Helaena. 

“There’s no rush, right?” Helaena says to Rhaena as they sit.

“It’s a month away, of course, there’s a rush!” Rhaena says, taking a sip of the water provided.

“For what?” Baela asks.

“The auction? The gala?” Rhaena answers, “Please tell me you told Y/N about the gala.”

Baela glances at you sideways and Rhaena rolls her eyes.

“Okay perfect, so Hel and Y/N need outfits,” Rhaena sighs, “The club hosts a gala and an auction each year for the regatta, it's really fun! Families donate artifacts, art, stuff like that and spend a shit ton of money.”

A waiter stops by, delivering mimosas and taking your breakfast orders. 

“It was fun maybe when we were like twelve,” Baela tells her, “It’s a fashion show. A night for our family to pretend they’re perfect.”

“You’re just mad Dad wants us to go together,” Rhaena scolds, frowning.

Baela clenches her jaw, narrowing her eyes at her twin. 

“Exactly,” she answers, to Rhaena’s surprise, “Alicent doesn’t make her kids go, why should I be forced?”

“Oh my Mom forces us alright,” Helaena says smiling, “She was beyond pissed when Aegon and I skipped last year, I thought her head was going to explode. I’m going.”

“Why though?” Baela asks, groaning dramatically and slumping in her seat, “It’s medieval.”

“Because I want to wear a dress and look pretty,” Helaena says grinning, “Come on Bae, you’ll look like such a pretty princess.”

Helaena stretches her hand, poking Baela’s cheek causing you to chuckle. Helaena keeps sing-songing ‘pretty princess’ until Baela swats her hand away. 

“Remember when we all wore those matching dresses? Talk about medieval,” Helaena snorted.

Rhaena spares a laugh then, biting her lip at the memory. 

“Please, Bae?” she asks, “Plus, you have to let Y/N experience it, it’s a magical night.”

Baela glances at you and you shrug nonchalantly.

“I polish up real nice,” you tell her.

“Don’t quote Taylor Swift to me,” she groans, but a smile appears on her lips, “Okay fine.”

Rhaena squeals and claps her hands together.

“So…no to the matching dresses or….?” Helaena asks, answered by a unanimous chorus of no.

A whistle startles you from your conversation as Aegon jogs over to your table, sunglasses dangling off his nose, violet eyes peering over the edge. He arrives just as the waiter returns with your food, distributing your plates. 

“Ladies,” he muses, placing his hands on the back of Helaena’s chair and leaning forward.

“Go away,” Baela tells him, causing him to pout, “You’re ruining my meal.”

“I come bearing gifts,” he says, pulling a joint from where it was hidden in his hair. 

He holds it out between his fingers before Helaena reaches up, snatching it from him and placing it behind her own ear. 

“Thanks,” she tells him, and he hums.

“Happy to be of service,” he says, snatching a triangle of toast from her plate.

“Fucking vulture!” she hisses, swatting him as he hurries away.

“Where’s he off to?” Rhaena muses.

“Probably skulking around the pool looking for an unsuspecting girl with low self-esteem,” Helaena says, rolling her eyes. 

Your eyes follow Aegon who does not head toward the pool but instead down the steps toward the tennis courts. As you see who’s waiting for him you can’t help but roll your eyes. Aemond twirls a racket in his hand, clad in three-quarter-length green tennis shorts accentuating the muscles of his thighs. 

He wears a simple white t-shirt molded to his torso. You assume he’s already played a set, as a man with dark hair leaves the court, patting Aegon on the shoulder as he takes his place. Aemond takes a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing the v-line that disappears down his shorts. He runs a hand through his silver hair; it's kept shorter on the sides, and a bit longer on the top accentuating his sharp features. 

Aegon says something to his brother, and Aemond meets your gaze. You scowl before looking away, not missing the satisfied smirk that appears on Aemond’s face at your reaction. Your cheeks flush and you take a sip of your mimosa trying to hide your annoyance. 

“What is his problem?” you mumble, as Baela sips her mimosa.

“Who?” Rhaena asks, following your gaze, “Oh-”

“You got off on the wrong foot, that’s all,” Helaena tells you, “But he’ll warm up. Aemond takes a while to defrost.”

“A while? Try years,” Baela says chuckling, “Seriously you’re good, Y/N. Don’t even worry about it.”

You chew on your lower lip, anxiety swirling in your stomach. 

“I feel like I said something wrong last night,” you tell them, “I pissed him off somehow.”

The cousins exchange glances before Rhaena sighs, accepting that she’ll be the person to spill the dirty details. You raise your eyebrows at her, expectantly.

“So your sailor comment, about Luke?” Rhaena says, jogging your memory.

You nod, wordlessly encouraging her to continue.

“Luke and Aemond have history,” she begins, somewhat beating around the bush, “It’s kind of complicated-”

“It’s not,” Baela interrupts, “Look, our family is a soap opera, right? Well for the longest time, they tried to make us all get along, force us to do like ‘family bonding activities’ and it came back to bite them in the ass.”

Tension hangs in the air as she speaks, and you sense they haven’t told you an essential piece of information. 

“I’m not following,” you tell them.

The twins glance at Helaena, who sighs while running a hand through her hair.

“There was an accident. A boating accident, Luke didn’t do what he was supposed to, and…” she trails off, “Aemond lost his eye because of it.”

“Holy shit,” you breathe, your heart falling into your stomach.

“It wasn’t his fault, I mean we were all kids, and my dad, he never thought things through, ever,” Helaena says sighing, “We were just kids. If it's anyone’s fault it was his.”

Panic bubbles in your throat, heat rising to your face as you glance back at the tennis court. You hear the smack of the tennis ball against his racket as Aemond swings, making Aegon sprint to the opposite side to try and catch the ball. 

“I had no idea, fuck,” you begin, “Shit, I should say something.”

Helaena shakes her head.

“Don’t worry about it,” she tells you, “I mean, you can try, but Aemond’s pretty closed off.”

“Aemond’s been a dick since we were kids,” Baela tells you. 

But you feel like you have to. Aemond had been a dick to you, but you hadn’t meant to poke at a wound. You’d say something.

Daeron and Luke run by quickly, both clad in swim trunks, speaking rapidly about something while hunched around Daeron’s iPhone. Rhaena frowns, taking a sip from her mimosa as they make a beeline toward the regatta sign-up booth. 

“Daeron!” Helaena calls, waving them over.

The boys stop, not looking up, but head toward the table. 

“What’re you doing?” Helaena asks, rising from her seat and reaching for her brother’s phone.

“Give it Hel!” Daeron says, but Helaena is quicker, with years of practice being surrounded by brothers. 

She glances at the screen, eyebrows furrowing together before she rolls her violet eyes.

“Not this again,” she comments as Daeron snatches the phone, his ears turning red. 

“We need it!”

“You say that every year!” Helaena teases.

“Need what?” you ask.

“Every year, they go on a treasure hunt, for Aegon the Conqueror's lost ruby crown,” Helaena tells you.

“Who’s Aegon the Conqueror?” you ask.

“Some dickhead who thought he was discovering King’s Landing but instead ruined the lives of the indigenous people who were here before him,” Baela tells you. 

“He had a cool crown though,” Luke comments, “And if we find it, it’s good luck for the regatta.”

“You don’t need luck,” Rhaena tells him, “You’ve spent nearly all your free time on Arrax, you have this in the bag.”

Luke gives her a pained expression, his cheeks turning pink at her praise. 

“I guess so,” he tells her. 

Baela blows a raspberry, ruffling Luke’s hair. He makes a noise of protest, quickly trying to fix the mess she’s made. 

“You know Arrax like the back of your hand,” she confirms, “You got this.”

“They’re right, dude,” Daeron comments, “It’s all good.”

“Says the person who doesn’t have to do it,” Luke says.

Daeron shrugs. 

“Blame my mom. I don’t get why I have to visit Uncle Ormund,” Daeron groans, “Oldtown is so fucking boring.”

“Why doesn’t she make Aemond go?” Luke asks.

“Because he’s mom’s favorite,” Daeron answers immediately, earning a slap on the back of the head from Helaena, “OW!” 

“Mom doesn’t have favorites,” Helaena insists as Daeron punches her in the arm. 

He flinches as Helaena smacks him again, yelling and scrambling away from her. Luke laughs at the sight and you can’t help but giggle as well. Helaena seems so dreamy, with her head in the clouds, but she’s tough having grown up among three brothers. 

Rhaena grabs Helaena’s glass, moving it out of the way as Daeron twists her arm, causing her to bump into the table.

“You little shit!” she yelps, stomping on his foot.

Daeron releases her with a pained gasp, hopping out of reach. Luke tugs his shoulder, directing him toward the sign-up booth. 

“Assholes,” Helaena mutters, falling back into her seat. 

You can’t help but giggle at their antics. You watch as they make it to the sign-ups, crouching over the sheet to write their names. You smile at the boys. If there is still tension between the sides of the family, at least Luke and Daeron seem to get along. And you’re really liking Helaena. 

“You provoked him,” Rhaena teases and Helaena’s mouth drops open, “Kidding!”

Helaena puts on her sunglasses before taking a bite of her eggs. 

“What are your plans for the day?” she asks, through a mouthful.

Baela makes a face before answering.

“I’m thinking we will keep today pretty chill. Drinks by the pool, maybe visit the spa. Oh! And we have to rent you a racket,” Baela says smiling.

“For what?” you ask.

“Tennis, dummy!” Baela says, rolling her eyes, “Rich kid special, I’m going to teach you the sport we were all forced to.”

“Five summers of tennis camp,” Rhaena says grimacing, “Another family bonding experience where we all nearly murdered each other.”

“This family is strangely fucking competitive,” Helaena agrees, nodding. 

You laugh and continue eating your breakfast. Helaena and Rhaena promise to join you later on but disappear as you make your way to the pool. 

“Baela!” the woman at the regatta sign-up calls as you and Baela walk past.

Baela stops, smiling begrudgingly at the woman. Though she’s wearing a sun hat, the bridge of her nose is red from the sun. She smiles as you and Baela approach. 

“Hey Mrs. Redwyne,” Baela says politely.

“I was curious if you’re planning on entering this year?” Mrs. Redwyne asks, motioning to the sign-up sheet.

“Oh no, not this year,” Baela says, shaking her head, “I think my dad might, but I’m just trying to have a relaxing summer.”

“I see,” Mrs. Redyne says, eyes flickering to someone else who approaches.

“Are you signing up?” Luke says, panting as though he booked it back over to the booth.

“Chill,” Baela tells him, “No I’m just looking.”

It seems Mrs. Redwyne lost interest after Baela told her she wasn’t competing. Baela nudges your arm, nodding towards the pool, just as a group of guys joins you at the booth. 

“Hey Bae,” a curly-haired boy says, leaning down to the sign-ups. 

He wets his lips, signing his name in a quick flourish. 

“Didn’t realize you were home,” he says, handing the pen back to Mrs. Redwyne.

He stands straight and smiles, flashing rows of pearly white teeth. 

“Who’s your friend?” the curly-haired boy asks, peering around Baela to look at you. 

You meet his warm, brown eyes, blushing at his stare. Whoever he is, he’s handsome. 

“My roommate, best friend,” Baela says, introducing you, “She’s staying for the summer.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says, shaking your hand and smiling, “I’m Will.”

“Y/N,” you tell him, returning his smile.

He smiles like a politician trying to win votes; it’s sweet, disarming. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and your stomach does flip-flops. Not a totally unpleasant feeling. 

“You gonna compete?” he asks, nodding to the sign-ups.

“Me? No, I don’t really sail. I’ll be cheering Luke from the sidelines,” you tell him.

“Damn, already chosen a side, I respect that,” he says, crossing his arms, “Though I bet I can change your mind.”

“How so?” you ask, surprised at your flirtatious tone.

It’s easy, here in King’s Landing. You don’t really know anyone, you’ve got nothing to lose.

“Reigning champs, last three years,” he not so subtly brags, “The Golden Rose is undefeated.” 

“Impressive,” you tell him, nodding in appreciation. 

“Hardly,” a familiar voice drolls from behind you.

Aemond walks by, Aegon by his side. They’d finished their set, both sweaty and glistening in the morning sun. A shame they’re dicks. They’re undoubtfully hot as fuck. It seems the worst guys always are. Aemond’s eye flickers between you and Will, lip curling upwards in a sneer. 

“Are you finally competing?” Will asked, eyes widening, “If I remember correctly, you’re not that fond of sailing.”

Aemond shrugs, and Will chuckles nervously.

“Dude, do you even have a boat?” he asks, causing his friends to chuckle in response.

“We’ve got Sunfyre,” Aegon tells him, “Beautiful, my girl is.”

“Bro,” Will says, placing a hand over his heart, “You’d compete against me?”

“We’re not competing,” Aemond says before Aegon can answer, “Though if we were, it wouldn’t be much of a  challenge.”

Aemond’s gaze travels to Luke when he says the last part. Luke shies away from his uncle’s gaze, the tips of his ears reddening. You bite your tongue, turning back to Will.

“I’d like to see your boat,” you tell him, desperate to release some of the tension.

Will smiles, brown eyes returning to yours.

“It’s a date,” he tells you, “Can I get your number?”

You nod and he hands you his phone. You quickly plug in the digits. 

“Just so you know, my loyalties still lie with Luke,” you tell him cheekily.

Will laughs at that.

“We’ll see,” he says, taking his phone, “Nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“Likewise,” you tell him.

Will and his friends leave toward the golf course, several of them clasping him on the back. You can’t help but blush. A little summer fling could go a long way. And he is cute.

Aegon shakes his head, moving towards the bar, but Aemond stays put. Baela juts out her lower lip, humming appreciatively.

“Y’know, for once I think Aegon has the right idea,” she muses, “I’ll grab drinks and meet you by the pool?” 

“Sounds good,” you tell her, and she’s off. 

You figure now is as good a time as any to apologize for the previous night. You steady yourself, pulling back your shoulders, but Aemond speaks first.

“Will Tyrell,” he says, shaking his head, “Figures.”

You arch an eyebrow at him.

“The fuck does that mean?” you ask, crossing your arms. 

Aemond smirks.

“Figures you’d be into pretty boys,” he says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. 

“If that were true I’d be into you,” you snap, eyes widening realizing what you’ve said.

Aemond raises his brows, his smirk only growing. 

“Which I’m not,” you anxiously clarify.

His seeing eye narrows and suddenly he’s looking at you differently, his head tilting to the side slightly as he looks you up and down. You turn your head, looking towards the bar. Baela’s still there, leaning forward and chatting with the bartender as he starts the blender. 

“Course,” Aemond says, beginning to walk away. 

You bite your lip. Fucking always putting your foot in your mouth. 

“Wait!” you call and he turns, “I just…about last night.”

Aemond purses his lips, holding a hand up to stop you.

“Don’t,” he says, beginning to turn away.

“But-”

“Seriously,” he warns and continues walking before disappearing into the clubhouse. 

But you’re determined, and you follow him inside despite your feet wanting to take you in the opposite direction. You walk into a ballroom, and see Aemond across the room grabbing a water bottle from a fully stocked table. 

You head towards him but are stopped by a familiar face.

“Hi!” Floris says smiling, ear to ear, “Are you signing anything up for the auction?”

Your breath leaves your lungs seeing her and you struggle to find your words.

“Um…I…no,” you tell her, shaking your head. 

Floris looks at you questioningly.

“Okay, well if you change your mind, we’re here to register items daily from 11-3,” she says, motioning to a table beside her. 

“Thanks,” you tell her, moving toward Aemond.

“Hey!” you call, catching his attention.

Aemond looks at you, releasing a deep, exasperated sigh. 

This motherfucker. 

“Look, I’m sorry if I said something to offend you,” you begin, “Not my intention, and you don’t have to worry about ever interacting with me again.”

“Sounds far-fetched,” he comments, sipping his water.

“What?” you ask incredulously. 

This man is giving you a headache.

“You’re staying with my family, we’re bound to run into each other,” he tells you, violet eyes aglow as if he’s enjoying the argument. 

“Well I’ll do my best to stay out of your way,” you tell him, “You should do the same.”

“Should I?” he ponders, “You’re awfully demanding.”

You squint at him, jaw slacking in shock. Aemond’s lip curls into a smirk. You breathe in, ready to retaliate, but release a breathy laugh instead. 

“You know what? Okay,” you tell him, pressing your lips together in a tight line.

You turn away from him, retreating the way you came. Floris watches you depart, her eyes flickering from Aemond to you, a sour expression on her pretty face. You smile politely at her as you pass, which she does not return. 

You frown. Even trying to be nice comes back to bite you. Sheesh. You hear Baela call your name as you return to the outside deck and she holds two glasses filled with a pink slush and decorated with little umbrellas. You sigh, before putting on your sunglasses and making your way over to her. 

After you head back to Driftmark for an afternoon nap, you plan to grab dinner at Dragonstone, but the weather does not cooperate (much to Baela’s delight).

“Oh no,” she dramatically pouts, watching the rain splash against the glass of her window. 

Rhaenys frowns at her, and Baela smiles innocently. 

“Call your father,” she tells Baela, “It’s not safe to be out on the water in this weather.”

“Tell them that,” you say, nodding to the lights you see in the bay.

Someone thinks it’s a good idea to be sailing. You can’t really see who it is, can’t make out anything except one larger sailboat, barely rocked by the choppy surf, while a smaller counterpart is being jolted around by the waves. 

“Unwise to be out in this weather,” Rhaenyrs murmurs, as lightning cracks through the sky, illuminating the bay.

“That kind of looks like…” Baela’s sentence trails off, softly. 

Baela squints and then shrugs, giving up on trying to identify the boats. The loud sounds of thunder shake the very foundations of High Tide, the splatter of rain lulling you into a dreamless sleep later that night. 

The destroyed remains of Luke Velaryon’s ship would not be discovered until early the following morning.

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Rating Star Trek TOS uniforms because why not!

Pilot uniforms. Pajama ass looking outfits. They look cozy but a little too cozy to be exploring the galaxy in; the underboob sweat must be ungodly. Points also deducted for Spock's TERF bangs, 4/10.

Second pilot uniforms. They look just like the first but somehow even worse. The science division doesn't even get its own color! 3/10.

TOS classic uniform. Now we're talking! The women no longer get to wear pants but honestly I think it's the men who are missing out on the miniskirts. The fabric looks light and breathable and each division now gets its own color. Those fruity little heeled boots complete the look, 9/10.

Red gym tights. They are red, they are tight, and they do not come with a matching shirt. Simple yet delightful, 8/10.

Green wraparound Captain's shirt. She's an icon, she's a legend, and she is the moment. Perfect for when Kirk is feeling a little slutty or wants to set himself apart from his evil twin, 10/10.

Mirrorverse uniforms. Slutty and tacky, the perfect outfits for going out on Friday night or maybe figure skating in the Olympics. Not giving the guys crop tops was a coward move but I do appreciate Kirk's v-neck vest, 9/10.

Dress uniforms. They look so cute in their fancy little outfits! The golden accents and arts-and-crafts "badges" really tickle me but the uncomfortable looking high collars drag it down a bit, 7/10

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Second Chances

Even though you're dating his brother, Leviathan struggles with his feelings for you. He doesn't realize you feel the same way.

LEVIATHAN x f!Reader x MAMMON 5.4k Words | NSFW | Threesome | Levi-centric | Fluff and Smut, First Time Content Warnings: Threesome scenario (there is no sexual/romantic touching between Levi and Mammon); vaginal fingering; consensual voyeurism; oral sex (male and female receiving); PIV sex [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

Levi launched the DevilTube app while he waited for you to finish in the shower. Mammon was going through a duffel bag on his bed a few feet away, mumbling something about this part of the Devildom being too damn cold. The demon brothers had parted ways after dinner and everyone else retired to their rooms for an early night’s rest.

Choosing room assignments for this holiday vacation had been surprisingly peaceful. Mammon and Levi paired off first to the last empty room at the end of the hall. You claimed the single room next to theirs; Lucifer always booked a separate room for you on trips like this even if you rarely used it. Asmo dragged Satan by the arm to the room next to yours, and Belphie yawned on his way towards the room he shared with his twin across the hall. Beel had already disappeared to get some snacks.

When you came to their room earlier, you were carrying a large shopping bag. Levi squawked in embarrassment when you dumped the so-called gifts on his bed: two sets of pajamas and housecoats, one each for him and Mammon. You explained that matching family pajamas were a popular trend in the human world and that you already delivered sets to the rest of his brothers. His face burned bright red and he declared that he wasn’t going to subject himself to ridiculous normie customs. Mammon slapped the back of his head and told him to embrace the spirit of the holidays for once. Levi rubbed his head and sighed dramatically, picking up the t-shirt and scrunching his nose at the red and green plaid pattern. 

Levi looked up from his D.D.D. when he heard the bathroom door swing open. You wore a bright red plaid nightgown that fell just above your knees. The hem rode up your thighs slightly as you sat beside Levi on his bed and got comfortable.

“What are we going to watch again?” you asked. 

Levi’s head snapped back to the screen. “The Magical Ruri-Hana: Demon Girl Christmas Spectacular livestream - it just started.” Azuki-tan was dancing across the screen wearing a Santa hat. Levi mentioned it earlier that day, and when you seemed interested in watching it too, he didn’t hesitate to invite you over so you could watch the broadcast together.

You grinned and snuggled closer to his side as you watched different characters from the show parade on-screen in festive outfits. “It looks amazing!”

Levi was ready to launch into some of the critical analysis he was already planning to post online later, but the excited twinkle in your eyes caused the words to die in his throat. He nodded in agreement instead. He draped a pillow across his lap and propped up his D.D.D. so both of you could watch the show.

After a few minutes, Levi felt you squirming next to him. He nudged your shoulder with his and made a questioning noise, glancing between you and the screen.

“Sorry, I’m a little chilly,” you mumbled, rubbing your arms. You were both sitting on top of his comforter against the headboard. He guessed your flimsy nightgown was made of the same thin cotton material as his own pajamas. 

He set his D.D.D. down and moved the pillow aside. He slipped off the edge of the bed. “Here, move for a sec,“ he suggested, tugging at the sheets. He fixed the pillow and D.D.D. after you were both settled back in bed with the sheets pulled over your laps. You cuddled into his side again and turned your attention back to the show.

Levi winced when you pinched his arm to his side uncomfortably. He lifted his arm out from under you and draped it across your shoulder. You took it as an invitation to move even closer into him, resting your head against his shoulder and your hand against his chest.

Levi glanced nervously towards Mammon’s bed. His brother was facing both of you, his back against the wall, legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles in front of him. He was wearing the same sleep pants as Levi, but he was shirtless underneath the housecoat tied loosely around his waist. He had this month’s issue of Grimm Monthly in his lap and he flipped through the pages quietly while he read.

You were transfixed by the medley of holiday dances flashing on the screen, but Levi’s mind wandered elsewhere. Your soft laughter tickled his throat with puffs of warm air; your fingers were tracing small, lazy patterns on his chest where your hand was resting; he could feel where your breasts pressed into his side; and he could tell that damn nightgown of yours had ridden up even higher when you threw your leg over his, your naked thigh resting on his knee. Levi’s cock was hard and twitching underneath the pillow on his lap. He stopped paying attention to the show, too distracted by the urge to rut his hips upward in search of friction. He had to take deep breaths to keep himself from panting.

He heard the sound of clothes rustling from the other bed. Levi’s eyes darted towards the noise, and he froze when he caught his brother’s gaze. Mammon, who had tossed his magazine aside Heaven knows how long ago, was staring at him with dark, knowing eyes.

Levi started to panic like an animal caught in a trap. He knew you and Mammon were together. There was no way he could talk himself out of this. He should’ve sent you the link to watch the livestream from your own room. Why did he let you cuddle against him with your soft skin and damp hair that smelled like floral shampoo? He hated how weak he was. Deep down he knew you were off-limits but he still wanted you anyway he could have you, and when the opportunity presented itself he just couldn’t resist—

“Levi?”

He jumped when you said his name. He tore his gaze away from Mammon and looked at you with wide eyes.

You nodded your head towards his D.D.D. where the screen had gone black. “The show is over.”

He swiped it off the pillow quickly and started pulling up random social media apps, trying to find an excuse to get you to leave as soon as possible. “I’m going to be up for a while posting my reaction on my blog and some other forums. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow.” He rolled over onto his side so you couldn't see his face. He scrolled through his Devilgram feed and tried to ignore you.

“Are you alright?” you asked. You sat up and he could feel you staring at his back. He could picture that worried look on your face; you were always looking out for him, even when he didn’t deserve it.

“Yeah, I’m totally fine! Otakus don’t worry about things like eating or sleeping. You’re pretty fragile even by normie standards, so you should go to bed.” Levi cringed at how much that sounded like a strained plea rather than a thoughtful suggestion.

“I guess so,” you said slowly. You shifted towards the edge of the bed but then you stopped. “What if I want to stay?”

Levi frowned at his phone, refusing to look over, scared to reveal the emotions he wouldn’t be able to hide if you could see him properly. “What kind of a question is that?!” He sputtered. “No, I mean, of course not - you should go to bed, and…and…”

His voice trailed off when Mammon sighed loudly. He heard the bounce of mattress springs nearby, the soft shuffling of bare feeling crossing the carpeted floor.

Oh, no. Levi shut his eyes and braced himself for punishment.

“Babe, I don’t think the subtle approach is going to work.”

Levi’s eyes flew open and he turned his head, watching Mammon rub your shoulders affectionately. You and Mammon seemed to be having a silent conversation.

“What are you talking about?” Levi rolled back over to look at you both properly, making sure to keep the pillow on his lap. When he glanced between the two of you, it felt like he was missing an important piece of a very obvious puzzle.

Mammon ignored him. “I told you, you need to do it like they do in those - what’re they called again?”

“Dating sims?” you offered.

Mammon clapped his hands. “That’s right, like they do in those datin’ games of his. Flirty pick-up lines, grand gestures - he’d pick up on those in an instant.” He laughed while you dropped your head in your hands and shook your head.

“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Levi asked. He didn’t mean to yell; you jumped beside him at the sound of his voice. It was sharper now, embarrassment and confusion swirling like a deadly mixture inside him.

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, waving your hands between the two of you vaguely, “when you invited me over tonight I thought we could - I mean, I wanted to -“

Mammon tsked under his breath. “Treasure wanted to invite you to join us in bed tonight,” he said simply, like it explained everything that was happening right now.

It didn’t.

“Mammon!” you scolded him half-heartedly, a pink blush rising in your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Levi’s anger simmered when the pieces finally started to put themselves together. 

“When you say join you in bed, you mean…for more than sleeping?” Levi felt his cock twitch with renewed interest, but he had to be absolutely sure he was understanding this correctly. 

Your eyes looked away from him while your face still burned in embarrassment. “Yeah, but only if you want to.” You looked down at your hands in your lap. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you’re interested in being with me like that.”

Mammon leaned down and brushed his lips against your forehead. “Babe, he’s been stiff under that pillow since you got cozy with him earlier.”

Levi couldn’t deny it when you shot him the most surprised, hopeful look. The anger and confusion from earlier melted away. He was starting to feel a little hopeful now too, like this was his chance to have you the way he always wanted. Levi felt his face heat up but he jerked his head, nodding his confirmation. 

“See? Told ya he wanted you as much as I do,” Mammon said. “Well, almost as much.”

Levi looked between the two of you. “So, how exactly does this work? I mean, no offense, but I’m not really interested in…you know…” he trailed off, jerking a thumb towards his brother.

“Oi! You still gotta show your older brother some respect!” Mammon yelled while you tried and failed to stifle a giggle behind your hand.

Levi gestured wildly in Mammon’s direction. “If you were the love interest in a dating sim, I wouldn’t want to play it!” he yelled back.

You shushed both of them, trying not to let the evening be completely derailed by their antics. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop, we can stop.”

“Treasure’s gonna be the only one touchin’ you,” Mammon clarified for Levi’s sake. “Hell knows I don't want to,” he mumbled loudly enough for Levi to hear.

“What are you going to be doing then?” Levi asked Mammon with a confused tilt of his head.

“While she’s got her hands full touchin’ you, I’m gonna have my hands full touchin’ her. And you’re lucky enough to get to watch.”

Levi watched while you raised yourself onto your knees and scooted closer to him. When he tossed aside the pillow hiding his straining cock from view, he knelt in front of you and felt gratified when you looked him over with obvious interest. You faced each other in silent anticipation. You moved first, leaning forward and placing a soft, tentative kiss against his lips, one hand resting gently against his chest and the other cupping his cheek. He slid one of his hands into your hair, tilting your head and slotting your lips more deeply against his. Your tongue brushed against his and Levi groaned. He cradled your neck while he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You gasped into the kiss when you felt the hard warmth of his cock against your belly. You squirmed in his hold. He realized what you wanted and guided you down to the bed, laying beside you with one of his legs between yours.

Levi drew one of his hands down your body overtop of the nightgown you were still wearing. He cupped your breast and brushed his thumb over your nipple. He felt it harden underneath the thin fabric. He pinched your nipple gently, teasing the small bud between his fingertips. When you broke the kiss with a needy moan, he moved his head down and kissed your nipple through your nightgown, swirling his tongue before closing his lips and tightening them with a suck. You arched your back into his mouth, desperate whimpers falling from your lips as he continued his ministrations.

You reached for his hand and he paused. The question he was about to ask died on his lips when he raised his head to look into your face; he stared at your kiss-swollen lips, a deep flush dusting your cheeks, and your eyes were molten with desire. He wouldn’t be able to resist anything you asked of him in this moment, not when you looked at him like he was something you craved so badly.

You spread your legs and guided his hand over your belly and between your thighs. You moved your hand away as he explored you through your panties, feeling the heat from your skin and the dampness that was starting to coat his fingers. After a few moments he sat up and grasped the waistband of your panties and tugged gently, urging you to lift your hips so he could slide them off you and down your legs. When he laid back down beside you, his hand returned to the soft skin between your thighs. He groaned loudly when he felt the wetness that had spread into your folds. He dipped a fingertip gently into your entrance and you gasped. He started running his finger up and down the edge of you, rubbing at your clit with slow, teasing circles.

Levi continued his gentle exploration and leaned over to kiss your panting mouth. “Show me what you like.”

You reached down and covered his larger hand with your own, slipping your fingers between his. You rubbed your finger against your clit and let him feel how fast you liked it, where you liked to put the tiniest bit more pressure. After a few more moments, you raised your fingers to him; he opened his mouth and licked away the glistening arousal that coated them. You let your hand fall away, holding onto his shirt and digging your fingers into his back while he copied your movements. He was a quick learner.

Levi could tell you were close. You were moaning more frequently now, loud and unashamed, and he felt your hips move in sync with his hand to encourage his touch where you wanted it most. Your thighs were trembling against him. He felt your entire body tense like a spring, and when you finally came, you cried out with your head buried against his chest. He teased your body through the aftershocks until you closed your legs and forced his hand to stop moving. You were trying to catch your breath while soft whines escaped your lips.

He smoothed his hands through your hair and held you close. When you raised your head, he nuzzled his nose against yours and pressed soft kisses against your mouth. You sighed as you came down from your release and basked in his affections. He was slowly grinding his hips into your side and you felt his cock, hard and heavy, between your bodies.

You raised yourself to your knees and sat back on your heels, looking at Levi with so much emotion that he found it hard to breathe. You reached for the hem of your nightgown and hesitated only for a moment before raising it up and over your head. You felt nervous and more exposed as you watched his eyes roam over your naked skin. You looked down nervously, resisting the urge to cover yourself with the nightgown you had clenched in your lap.

Levi followed you, sitting back on his hands while he watched you bare yourself to him. It was impossible not to stare at the way his pact mark seemed to glow against your skin. He felt something in him break when you looked away with so much uncertainty. Did you really think he would reject you? You were perfect.

He didn’t realize he said those words out loud until your hands flew to your burning red cheeks and smiled, sneaking bashful glances at him from beneath your lashes. 

“I mean it,” he implored, hoping if you trusted nothing else, that you believed him now.

“I know,” you said happily.

Levi glanced behind you. Mammon was sitting quietly in an armchair near the foot of the bed. He discarded his housecoat at some point and was bare-chested now, his sleep pants riding low on his hips. Levi could see Mammon’s cock was in the same state as his; he was palming his erection while his eyes roamed up and down your naked backside.

Mammon rose from his seat, kneeling on the edge of the bed behind you and tilting your head so he could run his lips along your neck.

“See, Treasure?” he asked between kisses. “Told ya he wanted you.” He scraped his teeth against your ear lobe. 

You moaned and nodded, leaning back against him and resting your hands on his thighs. He reached across your belly and ran his hands slowly up to your breasts, cupping them and tweaking the nipples gently between his fingertips. You arched your back against him. 

“Mammon, please-” you breathed. 

He moved one of his hands between your legs. “We’ve got you, don’t we?” Mammon glanced at Levi over your shoulder.

Levi’s mouth was dry watching Mammon tease at your clit with his thick fingers. He nodded. “Whatever you want,” he promised hoarsely.

Mammon slipped two fingers inside and held you still when you bucked in his grasp. He moaned loudly when he felt how wet you were. 

“Tell us what you want, babe,” he said as he thrust his fingers inside of you lazily.

“I want-” you whined, panting when you felt Mammon’s greedy fingers searching for that spot inside you that made you squirm. “I want you to touch me while I go down on him.”

Their reactions were instant.

“Oh, fuck,” Levi said with a sharp exhale, lifting his hips and sliding his pants off hurriedly so he could free his aching cock.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Mammon groaned into your hair. He thrust his fingers inside you a couple more times, faster and rougher, before withdrawing his hand from between your thighs and sucking his fingers clean.

You braced your hands on your knees while you adjusted to the sudden loss of Mammon’s fingers stretching you open. You watched Levi undress and couldn’t help but glance appreciatively at his cock; it was impressively long but not too thick. The desire in your expression must have mirrored his own because you looked at each other for a moment like time had stopped; when the moment ended, you started crawling towards him.

Levi shoved a pillow behind him and laid back in a low recline, legs spread wide to make room for you. You put your hands on his calves and trailed your hands up and over his knees as you gently pushed them farther apart. He moaned as you left a trail of kisses up his thigh, your lips sucking marks into his skin as you inched closer to where his cock was twitching.

You met Levi’s eyes when you wrapped one of your hands around the base of his cock, drawing it away from where it was laying across his belly and bringing it closer to your mouth. You licked up the shaft, tracing a vein and following the curve of his cock with your tongue. You lapped up a drop of precum beading at the tip. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked.

Levi’s hands shot into your hair when you started bobbing your head. You set a slow, easy rhythm, licking the shaft and flicking your tongue over the tip while your lips tightened into a sweet vice. You used your hand to stroke the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

Levi was moaning your name between bitten-off curses and incoherent praises. His hips jerked further into your mouth when a particularly hard suck left him gasping. He heard you sputter quietly, but when he tried to pull away, you took him even deeper into your mouth and hummed. The hand near his hip urged him to thrust again and he moaned when he felt you swallow around his cock.

Levi dazedly looked past you where he caught glimpses of Mammon positioning himself behind you. Your hips were raised high in the air while your front was bent low as you lavished Levi’s cock with attention. Mammon gripped your hips and pulled your body to him and then his face dove between your thighs.

Your mouth opened with a loud moan and Levi’s cock slipped out between your lips. You stroked his shaft and peppered kisses around the base of his cock and the skin of his hips and belly while Mammon’s greedy tongue lapped at your folds, sucking your clit and teasing your entrance. The vibrations against your clit sent jolts of pleasure that made your hands tremble and toes curl. Mammon’s hands were on your hips, the tops of your thighs, the soft mounds of your ass. He squeezed and kneaded your skin as he encouraged you to rock back against his face. You sucked Levi’s cock back into your mouth while your body swayed between them.

Levi closed his eyes and tried thinking unsexy thoughts that would help ward off the orgasm he could feel building inside him, quicker and with more urgency each time your lips slid up and down his shaft. It was a futile endeavor. You were moaning around his cock while Mammon pleasured you with his mouth, and Levi could hear Mammon’s muffled moans too;  he had slid his sleep pants down to his thighs and was jerking himself off while he ate you out. It became a feedback loop of giving and taking pleasure, the sounds each of you made growing louder and more whiny, more desperate.

It was a matter of time before one of you fell victim to the pleasurable onslaught. You came first, crying against Levi’s hip while Mammon continued to work you with his mouth, wringing the last dregs of pleasure from your body until you couldn’t take anymore. Mammon’s release came next; while you twitched from sensitivity, he pulled back and raised himself onto his knees. He fucked his fist, grunting your name as he came, his cum shooting out onto your ass, the backs of your thighs, and your cunt. He watched the sticky fluid drip from your skin with smug satisfaction.

You and Mammon were both taking a moment to recover, and Levi used the brief respite to find his bearings. He hadn’t come yet and he felt overwhelmed with need. You were panting, head resting against his belly, and he knew you’d suck his cock back into your mouth if that’s what he wanted.

“Wait, wait,” he said gently as he felt you move back towards his cock. He had one hand in your hair and the other was caressing the side of your face. Your eyes glanced up to meet his. You hummed in acknowledgement, massaging the jut of his hip bone with your fingers. Near the foot of the bed, Mammon had gotten a towel and was cleaning his mess off your skin.

Levi gulped and looked away. “I w-want to come inside you,” he said nervously. It sounded like a whine to his own ears and he flinched with embarrassment.

He faced you again when you sat up between his legs. Your lips curled into a satisfied smile. Behind you, Mammon had returned to the armchair with an unreadable expression on his face; when he met Levi’s gaze, he hesitated only for a moment before he nodded.

You shuffled over Levi’s legs and straddled his hips. You braced yourself against his chest and leaned down to kiss him. The desire that subsided earlier returned tenfold when your mouths exchanged wet, heated kisses.

Levi could taste his own salty musk as he licked into your mouth. He moaned against your lips, rocking his hips up against yours, feeling the slick arousal of your cunt when he rubbed his cock against your folds. You reached between your bodies, holding his cock steady while you guided him inside you.

You both groaned as his cock slid inside with one smooth stroke and Levi threw his head back against the pillow. His cock was twitching inside your cunt, the wet heat of your walls squeezed him like some delicious torture, and your soft whimpers echoed in his ears as you lowered yourself even more, slotting into place like you were made to be filled by him. 

Your movements were slow and exploratory at first. You lifted your hips and slid back down, letting the drag of his cock tease the sensitive places inside you. You rocked against him and  whimpered when the grind of your bodies teased your clit. Levi’s hands on your hips held you steady so you could increase the pace as you rode him. You both gasped when you started moving in sync with each other, his hips driving up as your hips slid down to meet his thrusts.

Your bodies were slick with sweat and your legs were trembling. You leaned over and braced yourself on your hands, letting your breasts bounce between your bodies and against his chest. You lowered your face to his, kissing his neck and his jaw, nuzzling against his shoulder and whispering sweet praises into his skin.

“I’ve wanted to feel you like this for so long,” you breathed loud enough for him to hear. 

He moaned and nodded against the pillow. “Me too,” he panted, eyes burning as your confession broke open the secret parts of himself he tried to hide from you. His hands dug into your skin where he was holding you close. “I’m not gonna last, it feels-“ he cut off with a whine. “You feel so good.”

“I want you so badly” you begged, moaning into his neck. 

Levi growled and bent his knees, using the mattress for leverage  as he started driving into you harder and faster than before. He was guiding your body up and down his cock with ease. You were clinging to him, holding his shoulders while he pounded into you with frenzied desperation.

Your body was overstimulated and your nerves ablaze from the relentless glide of his cock filling you to the brim. You knew you couldn’t come again so soon, and you were exhausted, but Levi’s cock kept rubbing against that spot deep in you that made you breathless. 

When he finally came, he grunted your name against your ear while the rhythm of his hips stuttered and then finally stopped when he felt milked dry. He loosened his hold and you pulled away, lifting off his softening cock with a whimper. You could feel his cum trickle down the insides of your thighs. You collapsed on the bed beside him.

Levi blinked rapidly at the ceiling, sweat and tears burning his eyes. He couldn’t let himself fall apart now; he needed to take care of you first. You were laying on your front, head turned away from him while your body shook with a slight tremor. Before Levi could move, Mammon had already stepped in, sitting on the edge of the bed at your side. He stroked your back while you murmured quietly to each other. When you rolled off the bed and stood on unsteady legs, Mammon held you against him while you found your balance. He helped you pick up your discarded nightgown and he watched you disappear into the bathroom.

When Mammon checked on Levi next, he was laying flat on his back, one of his arms flung over his eyes. He was taking deep, shuddering breaths. Mammon reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

“Alright there, Levi?”

“Yeah,” Levi replied thickly, “m’fine. Just need a minute.” He sniffled. “It’s been a while, that’s all.”

Mammon kept his hand on Levi’s shoulder, squeezing every now as he calmed down. Levi sat up after a few minutes. If his eyes were a bit red, neither of them mentioned it. They sat side by side on the bed and Levi slumped over, letting his older brother support his weight. They both stared at the bathroom door. They could hear the water running.

Levi broke the silence. “Do you two…have you done this before? W-with the others, I mean.” 

Mammon smirked at the undercurrent of jealousy in Levi’s tone. “Nah, Treasure said she only has those feelings for you.” Mammon paused. “And I’m not sure I wanna share her like this with anyone else even if she did.”

Levi looked at his brother. “What do you mean?” He knew his other brothers adored her. He also knew at least two of them that would’ve given anything to take his place in her bed tonight, given the opportunity.

Mammon seemed to consider his answer for a moment. “Greed and envy aren’t all that different,” he said. “We’re more alike than you think. She loves you, and I can trust you. This doesn’t have to be a one-time deal. We can figure it out - the two of us being with her - if it’s something you want.”

Levi swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Yeah, I think I do.” 

Mammon clapped his shoulder. “We’ll talk about it when we get home and see what happens. Now, get up and help me change these sheets, will ya?”

You waited until you heard Mammon’s soft knock on the door to let you know he and Levi were finished with their little chat. You’re not sure what they talked about, but they both seemed content when you rejoined them. Levi was smoothing fresh sheets on his bed. Mammon had some bottles of water in the crook of his elbow, and he placed two of them on the bedside table. He handed you a granola bar; when he offered one to his brother, Levi shook his head. Mammon shrugged and pressed a kiss to your brow.

“Alright lovebirds, time for bed.” Mammon announced. He lifted the blankets so you could slide underneath. Levi rolled his eyes but cuddled into the sheets next to you without hesitation.

“What about you?” you asked. It would be a tight squeeze but Mammon could fit in the bed too. Maybe.

Mammon waved a hand in Levi’s direction. “You’re better at takin’ care of otakus than I am.” He leaned down and kissed your lips. “Love ya, babe.” He climbed into his bed and turned off the lamp, hiding a small smile as he laid down and rolled over. It only took a minute before he started snoring. 

“Is he going to be okay?” you asked quietly.

“I think he wants us to have this tonight.” Levi wrapped his arms around you. 

You exchanged hushed whispers and soft touches while Levi held you close. It wasn’t long before you dozed off first, and he grew sleepy in your warm embrace. When he fell asleep, Levi dreamt of sweet kisses and second chances.

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Everybody Hurts

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

I am not sure how many chapters this will be. I will be posting a new chapter each Wednesday if you enjoy it and would like to keep reading. 😊

Word Count: 4.4K

Life was hard. It has been hard for the last week. Hell, it had been hard for the last year. Kind of tragic, actually. Dismal, depressing, somber, grim just like the weather for the past week. Nothing but gloomy skies, dark clouds, and heavy raindrops. It was like the weather had called to check in with your mood and the two decided to be twins because it would be fun. Let’s match outfits while you signs on the dotted line, making your failures all final. The weather had made it feel acceptable to lie in bed, curled up under the covers, hiding from the world. Who would want to do anything else when it was pouring and dark? But finally, today, sunshine was peeking through the clouds.

“It can’t rain all the time,” you whispered to yourself, quoting one of your favorite movies as you pulled your bike out of the garage, adamant that you were going to get some fresh air today, to get out of your rut. You were stuck in a constant loop of negativity that you couldn’t seem to break free from. This morning when you'd been woken by the sun shining in your eyes, you had decided no more. You were determined to claw your way out of this pathetic self pitying hole of despair. 

You pedaled out of the garage, tires splashing through the puddles, onto the roads still slick from the morning rain. There was a fresh and clean feeling to the air. The sky was more vibrant and the colors seemed vibrant after so many dull and drab days in a row. The trees were budding with spring blossoms and the grass was a lush green, the promise of summer on the horizon. 

You sucked down a huge lungful of air, the scent of new life, of cleansing the earth, filling your nostrils. It made you wish it could be that simple for you. That you could just stand out in the rain, arms wide open, letting the droplets wash everything dark and dirty away, leaving a shiny blank canvas ready for new, vivid colors and life to be splashed across it. 

But nothing was ever that easy. Cam had sat across from you two days ago, smirking, smugly satisfied, as his lawyer laid out the terms of your divorce. Everything that you'd eventually agreed to because the asshole was making it as difficult as possible, dragging it out, and you had just wanted it over. You had been dealing with this shit for the last eleven months, a shackle attached to your ankle, dragging y you down until you felt like you could barely walk. You would have agreed to anything if it meant y oucould finally walk away, finally be done for good. 

It was as if someone had hit the pause button on your life, nothing moving forward, you stuck in limbo for far too long. Not since the day you'd walked into your house, Cam’s naked ass thrusting against someone in the bed you shared. Your purse had hit the floor with a loud thud, keys clanging against the wood, alerting him and his friend to your early arrival. And when he’d jumped from the bed and spun around, you had caught sight of the girl beneath him. In that split second, when you thought your life couldn’t get any worse, it was so much worse. Your entire world tilted on its axis, getting knocked from orbit, hurtling through the black expanse of nothingness, cold and dark and dismal. 

That’s where you'd been stuck. Stuck for far too long. You were done letting him have so much power over you, done letting him keep you in stasis, not moving on, not even really living. You'd been having a pity party for your failure of a marriage for too long. It was past time that you took your life back and today was as good a day as any to start. 

You turned onto the main street of the small downtown, pulling up in front of the local coffee shop. Hopping off, you rolled your bike into the rack, not bothering to lock it. There was really no need in this small town. You couldn’t imagine much happened here. Nothing much had happened in your old town either and you could see it through the big glass window from inside anyway. 

Pushing through the door, you paused, inhaling the familiar scent of coffee beans and freshly baked goods, your mouth watering, stomach rumbling in anticipation. How had you been living here for four months and hadn’t visited yet? In your old town, you had been a frequent flier at the local coffee shop. Jan used to have your coffee and donut sitting on the counter every single morning, just waiting for you to grab before you headed into work. 

The thought of Jan caused a small pang, just a tiny hitch in your chest for everything you missed about your old life. Jan’s friendly smile, the easy way she always chatted with you about work and life, the little stories she would tell about her own marriage, the challenges of raising three boys. It had been a small town just like this one. A town where everyone knew each other. A simple coffee run could turn into an hour long chat before you knew it, glancing down at your watch in shock that so much time had passed and now you were running late for work. At least you had moved to another small town, something slightly familiar to you even if everything else was jarringly unfamiliar.

You approached the bakery display, your eyes devouring all of your options within. There were freshly baked breads, muffins, and donuts of all shapes and sizes. There were also mouth-watering cookies, tarts, and brownies. The case was filled with so many tempting treats that it was hard to resist the urge to buy one of everything. The different aromas tempted you to take a bite of each one. 

You tried so hard to eat healthy, to get all the protein like your Tae-Bo obsessed friends at home said you were supposed to, but baked goods were your weakness. Besides, over the past nine months, you'd lost fifteen pounds without even trying. Not the usual way of healthy eating and exercise. No, it was woeful weight loss, weight loss caused from a constant gnawing pain in your stomach. Finding out your husband was a cheating bastard and going through a painful divorce turned out to be a fail-proof way to drop some weight, but you definitely would not recommend it. Zero out of ten in your book. 

“Good morning,” came a lilting voice and you glanced up to see an older woman smiling at you, the smile warm and soft, welcoming. Her face was full of wrinkles but her eyes radiated a sense of joy and kindness. Soft white curls were cut short to her head as if she were haloed by a cloud. Two soft, wrinkled hands, deep blue veins that caught your attention, rested on top of the case. “What can I get for you, honey?”

The sun bounced off a gold band on her left hand, three small diamonds sparkling in the light, hitting you right in the eyes for a moment. You lost herself, wondering how long she’d been married. You imagined it had been years, probably met her husband when they were just teenagers and now, decades later, they were still head over heels for each other. Two people who had been successful at marriage, a woman who had chosen correctly, unlike you. 

“Hey there sweetheart, can I get you something?” the woman asked again when you didn’t answer and you tore your gaze from the ring and back to her face, that warm smile now more concerned than anything, probably thinking you were nuts or at least a bit unstable. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled softly, attempting to laugh it off. “I guess I’m still waking up. I need my caffeine, you know? Can I get a Persian roll and a vanilla latte, please?”

“Of course. Coming right up.”

You smiled and thanked her, silently kicking yourself for your moment of temporary insanity. It had been happening more and more these past months. Your eyes were always drawn to everyone’s left hands, searching for that familiar symbol of commitment. Then your brain would begin working overtime without you even consciously thinking about it. Was it a happy marriage or were they going through the motions? Did they have kids? Was it a recent marriage, newlyweds still in that blissful stage where their spouse could do no wrong? Had they been together for years, happy, soulmates written in the stars? Was it a second marriage? And if it was, were they happier? Did they find the right person this time around? Did someone get another shot at their happily ever after when they chose so poorly the first time around? Or did everyone only get one and if you screwed it up, you were doomed to spend the rest of your life miserable and alone?

“Here you go,” the lady, her name tag reading Millie, said as she handed over a brown paper bag and a paper coffee cup with a green sleeve. She glanced down at the register, hitting a couple of buttons. “That’s three dollars and twenty two cents, honey.”

You pulled out your wallet, giving her a five and tossing the change into the tip jar on the counter. The heat from the coffee was seeping through the paper and the sleeve, warming up your palm pleasantly. The aroma of it was like a comforting hug, instantly lifting your mood and making you feel more alert. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate mingling pleasantly together from your roll caused your stomach to rumble hungrily once again. 

“I haven’t seen you around,” Millie commented casually, tilting her head in interest. “Are you new to town?”

“Kind of.” You lifted one shoulder, shrugging slightly. You'd been living here for four months but besides work, you'd been a hermit, hiding in your house, buried under a blanket. This was the first time you'd ventured downtown besides the one time you'd trekked into Melvald’s to grab some lightbulbs. Of course she wouldn’t have seen you. Your cheeks flushed with shame, realizing how pathetic you were to not have even explored the new town you were living in. “I actually moved here about four months ago.”

“Really? And this is the first time you’re visiting my little coffee shop?” Millie asked, both hands pressing against her chest, clearly aghast at this news. “I would have thought word would have gotten to you sooner than that. How has no one mentioned my shop to you? This is the best place to get your morning caffeine fix. And my baking is the best in this town. Ask anybody. You try that roll and I guarantee you’ll be back.”

You laughed softly, the nostalgia of easy conversation with someone soothing you, “I have no doubt. Trust me, I am sure you will start seeing me frequently. I have a bit of a sweet tooth. It’s a problem, actually.”

Millie scoffed, waving her hand dismissively toward you, “Listen honey, this world is sour as they come. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a little sweetness. It’s good for the soul, I say. I’ve been eating my own baking for years and I’m healthy as a horse. All this nonsense about not eating any fat. You know all the diets I’ve seen in my long life? The master cleanse, diet pills, the grapefruit diet, the wine and egg diet. I could go on and on. Are you kidding me? They’re all ridiculous if you ask me. The worst was the cabbage soup diet.” She shuddered. “Talk about torture. I was hungry all the damn time and hungry makes me cranky as hell. Who wants to live like that?”

Your lips pressed together in amusement, very much enjoying Millie and her spirited personality, “Yeah, well, I’ve never been great at sticking to any kind of diet.”

Millie’s eyes roamed over your figure, snorting loudly, “Don’t see why you’d need to. You know what?” She ducked down behind the case and when she emerged again, she handed you another paper bag. “You haven’t lived until you’ve tried one of my cinnamon rolls.”

“Oh, I really don’t need that and…”

“Please. A little extra sugar is not going to hurt you, sweetie. You look like you could use a little extra sweetness in your life right now. I can just tell,” Millie told you. “It’s on the house, okay?” She winked. “You just enjoy your breakfast.”

“Thank you,” you replied gratefully. “I really do love a good cinnamon roll.”

Millie smirked, one side of her mouth pulling up in amusement, “Well, then I will see you tomorrow morning because trust me, once you’ve tried mine, you’ll be hooked.”

You smiled, thanking her again before making your way over to a small table right by the window. Pulling out both treats, you placed them on top of their paper bags. Your eyes looked out along the main street as you pulled off a small bite of the Persian roll, popping it in your mouth. An audible groan fell from your lips as the combination of cinnamon, chocolate, and the buttery richness of the pastry combined on your tongue. Millie had every right to be as cocky about her baking as she was. You would definitely be back again tomorrow and the next day and the day after that one too. 

It was Saturday, the weekend, and you'd gotten everything done for your class the night before. You had the whole day ahead of you which should be a comforting thought. It was anything but. You had no idea how to fill all of that time but you damn well knew how you wouldn’t. You would not go back to the house. You would not give yourself the opportunity to cocoon yourself back up in blankets and lay on the couch all day, sinking into your feelings of failure as you watched hours of mindless television. No. No more of that. You were going to stay out all day, explore the town, find something to fill your time that had nothing to do with Cam or the divorce or your being a giant failure. 

And then it hit you. The library, that’s where you would go after this. You hadn’t read a book in months and you used to love to read, to escape into someone’s else’s problems, always so much worse than your own. Reading took you into a world of infinite possibilities, portals into realms where you could hide from reality for a while. Words were your passport and every chapter was a door being opened to a new adventure. With the endless number of books in the world, you had to be able to find a story that would make your problems seem like a cakewalk. 

A sense of ease washed over you as a plan began to form in your mind. You would ride over to the library, pick out a couple of books, and then you would head down by the lake. You hadn’t seen it yet but it had been one of the reasons you'd chosen this town, always having loved the water. You could find a nice bench and sit by the water, read for a few hours, lose yourself in someone else’s world for a little while. You could even find somewhere to grab a late lunch or early dinner, maybe go for a nice late afternoon walk through the woods during the warmest part of the day. 

As if the weather was on your side, as if it sensed the change in your mood and decided to go along with it, the sun shone through the clouds, lighting up every building along Main Street with a bright and cheerful glow. Sunlight glared off the glass storefronts of Main Street, welcoming you back to life, opening it’s warm embrace. It was the day beckoning you to come out and enjoy it, reassuring you that everything was going to be okay. 

You finished your breakfast, tossing half the cinnamon roll in the trash, hoping Millie didn’t notice. You really didn’t want to offend her because you definitely planned on coming back. The roll was just as amazing as she’d said it would be but you couldn’t possibly eat another bite. Your body hummed in anticipation of seizing the day, your soul buoyed at the prospect of having a plan for the first time in so long, finally seeing this new place that you were calling home. Grabbing your bike from the rack, you pedaled up Main Street, heading for the library. 

The Hawkins library was pretty small, but you managed to find a couple of books that piqued your interest, a new Stephen King and ‘Along Came a Spider.’ Horror and thriller which were exactly the kind of books you were looking for. No romance, no lost loves, no emotional roller coasters. You didn’t even want to venture into fantasy, which you usually loved, because there was almost always some kind of side romance plotline going on. Nope. You were moving on and the last thing you needed was a reminder of all that you'd lost, all that you might never have again. 

After filling out the paperwork for a library card and chatting for a bit with Marissa, the librarian, you stashed the books in your backpack and pedaled down to the lake. The warmth of the sun was the perfect contrast to the cool breeze that brushed along your skin as you sped along through the woods, enjoying the scenery and the chirping of birds as they celebrated the day too. There were no benches but you managed to find a fallen tree that was perfectly suited to your needs. Propping your bike up against it, you sat down, leaning against a large branch and opened up one of your books. 

It was a perfect spring day, the kind that fills you with giddy anticipation for summer. The sky was a robin’s egg blue, not a cloud in sight now that last night’s storms had passed. You gazed up, the treetops shimmering with afternoon light, the light casting various spots of the forest floor in a brilliant spotlight. It was quiet and peaceful out here. This might just become your new favorite spot. You couldn’t believe your luck that it was deserted on such a beautiful day. Why wasn’t this place swarming with people enjoying this flawless morning?

Relaxing back, you read for a while. The sound of the lake’s waves meeting the sand was a pleasant soundtrack playing subtly in the background as you got lost in the story. The wind brushed over your face, ruffled your hair, warm and welcome after so many months of winter. The leaves in the trees rustled gently, adding to nature’s own symphony of sounds. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this content, this at ease. Maybe the move to this little town, somewhere new and unmarked by painful memories, was going to be exactly what you needed. 

Just as you were getting to the climax of the book, your stomach rumbled, the sweet treats from the morning wearing off. You glanced down at your watch, shocked to see it was already three in the afternoon. Damn, no wonder you were hungry. You'd gotten lost reading for the past four hours. Packing your books back in your bag, you jumped on your bike, pedaling back into town, looking for somewhere to grab a late lunch. 

‘Hawkins Diner’ came into view. Not exactly the most original name but it would do. Slowing up, you slid your bike into the rack on the side of the place and headed inside. It felt like you had stepped back into the fifties, the place eerily seeming frozen in time. Black and white checkered tiles were dizzying under your feet. There was a long counter almost spanning the length of the diner with white and teal stools, chairs that matched around small formica tables scattered throughout the diner. A pie sat in a glass display near the register, a sign announcing that Banana Cream was the pie of the day.

“Hey there, go ahead and sit wherever you’d like. Tammy will be with you shortly,” a girl with red hair called out from behind the counter, sunglasses resting on her face. You found that a little odd but you weren't going to mention it. Maybe the girl was sensitive to the fluorescent lights or something. You found them quite annoying yourself.

“Oh, actually I was just going to place a to go order, if that’s okay?” you asked with a friendly smile. 

“Sure.” She waved you over and handed you a menu. “I’m Max. Take a look and let me know what you want and I’ll have the kitchen whip it up for you quick.”

You glanced over the menu, a bit overwhelmed by all of the options. This place offered just about anything and everything you could want, regardless of the time of day. You wavered between ordering breakfast or lunch but in the end lunch won. You settled on a BLT and fries, letting Max know and hopped up on a stool to wait when she told you it would be about ten minutes. 

The diner wasn’t very busy. It was a bit late for the lunch crowd and a bit early for the dinner crowd. There were a few guys sitting at a table with coffees and what looked like the remains of breakfast food. A young couple shared a milkshake at the other end of the counter, each of them sucking up the creamy sweetness through a straw while gazing moonily at each other. A family with three young kids sat at another table with burgers and fries all around, the two boys using their straws to blow at each other until the mom snatched them away. 

“So, are you new to Hawkins?” asked Max idly as she worked on refilling ketchup bottles. 

“That obvious?” you laughed. 

She shrugged, “It’s a small town. Hard to miss a new face. It’s rare for anyone new to move in.”

“Yeah, I’m new. I mean, fairly new I guess. I moved here four months ago but I haven’t exactly been out and about much until today,” you explained, drumming your fingers on the table. “Just been really busy unpacking and getting settled at my new job.”

“Oh, where are you working?”

“Hawkins Elementary,” you answered. “I’m a third grade teacher. It’s been a bit weird actually. I only ever worked at one school before. I didn’t start at Hawkins until January, after the winter break, and I felt like the new kid. I was so nervous the kids wouldn’t like me.”

“And?”

You chuckled, “Luckily, they seem to like me okay.”

Max nodded slowly, pressing her lips together, “Yeah. The little ones are probably a lot easier. I know I could be a pain in the ass once I hit middle school.”

“Oh god no,” you huffed, shaking your head. “There is no way. I’ve taught kindergarten and they are cute but absolutely exhausting. I’ve taught first, which I loved but then I moved here and third was the only class available. I’m actually loving it. It’s nice because they’re still sweet but not quite as needy. I think third is about as high as I want to go, though.”

“I don’t blame you,” Max agreed, turning to look over her shoulder. “Oh! I think your food’s up. Let me grab that for you.” She disappeared for just a moment, reappearing with a large brown bag, grease stains already developing on the outside, handing it over to you. “Here you go.”

“Thanks so much. It was really nice meeting you. I haven’t met too many people yet but I am hoping to remedy that soon. If I’m going to stay here, I probably need to make some friends.”

Max tilted her head, as if contemplating something, “Well, you know, if you want to meet some more people, my friends and I are meeting out at the lake tonight for a bonfire. You are more than welcome to come. You know where Lover’s Lake is?”

“Yeah, actually I do,” you responded with a grin and a nod. “I rode out there this afternoon and hung on the beach for a while. It’s beautiful out there.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she shrugged. “When you’ve lived here your whole life, it doesn’t feel that exciting. I mean, I used to live in California so compared to the Pacific Ocean, it’s just okay for me. But this has kind of become a tradition of ours. You know, a way to celebrate winter ending and warm weather finally arriving. It’s also a…well, it doesn’t matter. We’d love to have you.”

“That’s really nice of you but I don’t want to intrude…” you said, uncertainty creeping up. These friends of hers might not be so happy about some girl crashing their little party that they didn’t even know. “I don’t want your friends to be annoyed at you for inviting some new girl.”

Max laughed, “You don’t know my friends. Trust me, they will welcome you with open arms. They’re really good people and they love taking in strays. I mean,” she shrugged, “they took me in years ago when I was the weird, angry new girl.”

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, considering the offer. It felt weird to gatecrash on someone else’s party but what was your alternative? Sitting at home all night staring at the television the way you'd been doing for months? The very thought just depressed you, an aching dread in the pit of your stomach. You thought about how long it had been since you'd gone out and had a good time. You had been invited out for drinks with some of the teachers when you'd first started there and turned them down. They hadn’t asked you again. Did you really want to make that same mistake twice?

“Alright,” you finally answered. “Thanks. That sounds like fun.”

“Awesome. We’re meeting at seven. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’ll see you at seven.”

“See you at seven. Enjoy your BLT!”

You waved behind you as you headed out of the diner, sliding the brown paper bag into your backpack. For the first time in a long time, you were feeling excited about what was coming next in your life. Maybe it was just a bonfire but it could be the beginning of a whole new chapter and you were more than ready to turn the page on the last one. 

Chapter 2

[hotdamnitsmoony]

what i think the marauders would wear to the eras tour - couples edition (plus pandora because i refuse to exclude her)

james + regulus: james would dress as sunshine and regulus would dress as midnight rain. glitter & sparkles everywhere, regulus in customised doc matrens and james in yellow converse. which is kinda self explanatory.

sirius + remus: sirius would dress as miss americana and remus would dress as the heartbreak prince. sirius would have a tiara and a pretty pink dress and heels, and remus would be wearing a navy-ish suit with broken hearts sewn on with a crown and his normal black doc martens.

marlene + dorcas: marlene would be wearing a replica of taylor’s “22” outfit with those new high heeled converse and dorcas would wear a replica of taylor’s reputation outfit (which pandora made for her) with custom bejewelled heels.

barty + evan: barty and evan would be dressed as twin flames (“did the twin flame bruise paint you blue”) in fire emoji costumes with orange and yellow glitter all over them. they’d both have bedazzled cowboy boots, courtesy of dorcas.

lily + mary: lily would be dressed in her own version of taylor’s green folklore dress, with matching light green embroidered converse. mary would be wearing a dupe of taylor’s orange evermore dress with some soft brown cowboy boots.

pandora: pandora would be wearing a baby pink prom dress that has blue, darker pink & red hearts scattered throughout it (she made it herself) with cute little pink heels and a flower crown that she made herself from her garden.

[taylorsv3rsion13]

we never go out of style || c.f.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

words : 2.7k

synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.

Every year since we were little kids we would celebrate mine and Belly's birthday. We were born on the same day, but a year apart. And it seemed to make us closer. Susannah would decorate the house and Laurel would make us pancakes every year and Conrad would draw a sun with syrup all over my pancakes. It was like a holiday for us.

"Happy birthday, sweetie!" My mom said over the phone as I was calling her.

"Thank you." I said, smiling.

"Okay, I won't keep you away for long, I know you're waiting for your pancakes." She laughed through the phone.

"Bye, love you!"

"Love you too."

I finished getting ready, putting on all of the makeup and jewelry I needed.

My outfit was normal, just wearing a teal tank top and a green cargo mini skirt.

As soon as I came out of the room Belly did too.

"You're looking hot." I said to her as we made our way down the stairs. She was wearing a floral patterned birthday dress.

"Morning!" We shouted in sync as we came into the kitchen.

Steven and Laurel were making pancakes, Jeremiah and Susannah were decorating, and Conrad looked like he didn't want to be there.

There were various smiles with "hey" and "Happy birthday!"

Susannah came to us first, hugging us, "There are the birthday twins!" She exclaimed.

Jeremiah hugged Belly as Steven hugged me, "Happy birthday." They both said to us before swapping.

"Belly Button's getting old finally!" I exclaimed as I gave her sixteen punches on the arm.

She was quick to return, hitting me even harder seventeen times as I screamed around the kitchen.

Laurel raised an eyebrow at us before giving us a group hug, "Happy birthday, beautiful girls."

"Did you call your mom?" Susannah asked as she plated some fruit.

"Yes, she was the first person I talked to."

"Your Minnie and Mickey Mouse pancakes are ready." Laurel smiled.

Belly looked at her mom for a moment, "I'm actually not that hungry..."

I looked at Laurel, "I'll take a pancake or two."

"Okay, how about presents?" Susannah asked.

"You're going to love mine." Jeremiah said, yet I don't know who he was talking to.

Conrad didn't say anything, eating his cereal in peace. He ignored me, but did wave hello to Belly.

Belly opened her present from her mom first. It was a beautiful book.

"It's a first edition. I got it from a rare book dealer." Laurel smiled.

We all noticed how Belly didn't have much emotion with the book, "Turn to the bookmarked page."

"That's the poem Susannah would repeat to us." I said, reading the page.

I grabbed the present that she had given me. I unwrapped it to reveal the most gorgeous cover I've ever seen on a book. It was Little Women.

"Oh, wow." I said, looking through the pages.

"Your mom said it reminded you of home."

I looked up to Laurel, "Thank you so much."

"Girls, open mine now!" Susannah squealed as she handed us our gifts.

Belly revealed a black velvet box, while I had a white one.

She opened hers, and a pearl bracelet was inside.

"Oh, wow." Belly exclaimed.

"These were pearls that my mom gave me for my sweet 16. Now Y/N, open yours."

I opened the box and there was a gorgeous pearl necklace.

"Those were also from my mom. She gave them to me when I was a debutante." She smiled as she admired Belly and I.

"Oh Y/N, I have another gift for you." Susannah said.

I looked at her, puzzled on why I would have two?

She handed me another box, this time it was a velvet red. I opened it and there was a golden chain with a sun in the middle. I immediately recognized it as a matching necklace, needing a moon on the other side.

"Isn't there supposed to be a moon as well?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, maybe someone else has it." Susannah shrugged. "I just thought it reminded me of you."

Jeremiah jumped up, "Ooh! I'm next."

He handed us his somewhat neatly wrapped gift.

Belly was given a charm in the shape of a key.

"It's for good luck. So you can pass your drivers test." Jeremiah smiled.

I opened mine revealing a golden bracelet with a heart charm.

"Thank you so much, Jere." I smiled.

"Think fast Y/N!" Steven said as he threw a present at me. He also threw one at Belly. "Open them at the same time!" He urgred.

We both ripped through the package, opening and unfolding a Princeton crewneck.

"Oh my god you actually got in!" I exclaimed as I ran to hug him.

"No, not yet." He smiled.

Laurel looked at Steven, "I didn't know you were still considering Princeton?"

"Well I'll probably get scholarships and Dad said I could get some financial aid." Steven explained.

The room got silent and tension was high.

"Uh Conrad, do you have a present for Belly and Y/N?" Susannah asked.

He passed Belly a black velvet bag. She opened it, taking out a silver infinity necklace.

His attention then turned to me, "Sorry, I forgot."

"Oh yeah, don't worry, it's cool. I wasn't expecting much anyway." I smiled, trying to actually hide how I felt.

It did hurt. He remembered Belly's birthday, yet he couldn't even remember mine. Which was the same day.

There was a lot of tension in in the room as everyone looked at each other.

"Uhm, so I have to go. I promised Cleveland that I'd show him some knots today."

I watched as he got up from his seat and left. I didn't want it to affect me, but it really did.

"Happy birthday Y/N, and Belly." He said.

"Why don't we go practice driving?" I asked Belly, trying to take my mind off of things. "So you can drive us to get Taylor as well."

She squealed excitedly, "Yes!"

I got up from my seat, heading over to go out the front.

"Hey Y/N?" Susannah called out.

I turned to her, "Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Of course I am." I smiled reassuringly.

I sat in the passenger seat while Jeremiah sat in the back.

She made a sharp right and we all went flying.

"Whoops." She laughed.

"Dear god, Bells." I said as I held onto anything I could grab on to.

The bus pulled up as we stood there, waiting for Taylor to come out.

"You excited, Bells?" I asked.

"Yeah." She said, but I could tell there was a part of her that wasn't excited.

"Twenty-bucks she's gonna call Jere, Jeremy." I said.

The girl emerged from the bus holding a handful of balloons and a bag.

"Oh, my god!" Taylor exclaimed as her and Belly ran to each other.

"Taylor!" I said as I ran to hug her.

"Here, let me take that for you." Jeremiah said as he took her bags.

Taylor smiled looking up at Jeremiah, "Thank you, Jeremy."

I laughed at Jeremiah as he just stood there smiling.

"So, should we head home?" Jeremiah suggested.

"Ooh, actually, let's make a stop first." Taylor said, making eye contact with Belly and I.

We sat under an umbrella as Jeremiah placed down a banana split with three spoons for us.

Taylor dug in first, "I would literally eat this every day if I could."

She also pulled out a gift for Belly. And another for me.

"Oh wow, these are cute." I said as I opened my present, revealing a blue bikini.

"I know right, it's hot." She said.

Belly opened hers and it was a white bikini.

"Y/N?" Taylor called out as we hung out in the pool.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Where's Conrad?" She asked.

"Oh, I don't know." I shrugged, swimming over to Jeremiah and Steven.

After a couple of minutes in out own little groups, Taylor suggested to play chicken, which we all agreed to.

"Dibs on Jeremy." Taylor smiled as she made her way to Jeremiah

"Oh, great, that means I'm stuck with Steven." Belly said sadly.

"Wait, what about Y/N?" Jeremiah asked.

Belly looked at me, "Oh, do you want to go on Steven?"

"No it's fine, you guys can play." I said.

There was a few complaints from Belly and Steven about being each others partners, so Taylor and Belly switched.

"Okay, three, two, one, go!" I yelled as they began fighting in the water.

The fight lasted less than a minute with Taylor and Steven falling into the water.

"Woo!" Jeremiah and Belly exclaimed in excitement. I gave them both a high five.

On the other hand, Steven and Taylor were bickering about who's fault it was that they lost.

"Hey guys!" A familiar voice said.

I turned my head around and Nicole was walking through with Conrad.

"Hey, Nicole!" I said.

"Hi. Happy Birthday you two." She said. "Are you guys playing.. chicken?"

"Yeah, it was Taylor's idea." Belly said.

"Hey, I'm Taylor." Taylor said from behind Belly.

Belly smiled, "She's my best friend from home."

"Yeah, I'm just visiting for the weekend." Taylor added.

"Oh, that's cute." Nicole said.

"Do you guys wanna play a real game?" I asked.

Everyone in the pool said yes.

Jeremiah had helped me set up the net and then the games began. I was on the girls side and Nicole and Conrad sat on the edge of the pool, dipping their feet in the water.

The boys groaned 'No!' as us girls cheered for our point.

We did a couple more rounds, as we all laughed a lot. This was definitely one of my favorite summers. Being with everyone, like nothing ever happened.

"You're not ready." Taylor smirked to Steven.

"You're on."

Taylor hit the ball, and it swerved, hitting Nicole in the head.

"Ow." Nicole said.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Steven said through in-between awkward laughs.

"Taylor." Belly said sternly before turning back to Nicole, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. You guys keeping playing." Nicole said to us.

"Feel better Nicole!" I said as she began walking back into the house with Conrad.

Conrad stopped in his tracks, just looking down at me.

"Have fun playing." He said.

Dinner was just as I'd imagined. It was gorgeous and vibrant.

Susannah had made the girls all flower crowns as well, for Midsommar.

I sat in between Jeremiah and Conrad again, but we added another chair next to Belly, because Cam Cameron was here!

Throughout the dinner, Jeremiah kept question Cameron, making fun of him almost.

Somehow Jeremiah got on the talk about kissing dead animals and then kissing Cameron, which made me kick him hard in the shin.

"Ow." He exclaimed.

"Oh shut up."

"I don't mind at all, in fact-" Cameron said as he kissed Belly on the lips.

I'm not even joking. All of our mouths fell open.

From beside me, Steven and Jeremiah both pretended to retch.

"If you guys don't shut up." I said loudly over their obnoxious noises.

It got into our embarrassing moments throughout our childhood at the Fishers as well, but Conrad stayed silent the whole time.

"Hey, I was thinking. Maybe we should go out to Nicole's party?" I asked

"Yes!" Taylor and Belly exclaimed at the same time.

Conrad's eyes met mine for a second before dropping. He didn't seem happy with what I said.

I laid on Belly's bed, staring up at the cieling.

"I think Conrad still hates me." I stated.

Taylor and Belly turned to look at me.

"Why would you say that?" Belly asked.

'I don't know. When I brought up Nicole's' party, he just seemed to go quieter than normal.

Taylor laughed a little, "It's fine Y/N. He's just a dumb boy either way."

I sighed knowing she was right.

"Look at us," Taylor said as we looked in the mirror, "We're hot ass bitches."

She was in the hot pink mini dress, Belly was in a knit crochet top with beige pants, and I was in a halter white and blue top with jeans.

As soon as we walked into the party, a man came down the stair banister, wooing.

And then to the right of the house was what I'm guessing was a dining room. Lot's and lot's of cakes and desserts with 17 and 16 candles.

"Y/N, you guys came!" Nicole's voice said as she made her way through people.

I laughed a little, "Hi, Nicole! You look gorgeous." I said, hugging her.

"Me? Look at you. You look like a goddess."

Nicole lead us through the house and they followed behind. Well everyone but Taylor. She had decided to find a drink for herself.

"Guys, look who's here." Nicole said to the girls.

Nicole began lighting the candles.

"Is this for us?" Belly asked.

"Who else would it be for, Belly?" Nicole asked with a smile.

"Thank you, guys." Belly and I both had said.

"Okay, well, girls, make a wish." Nicole motioned towards the two cakes.

The topic with the group got onto Conrad and how he was.

"He's not talking to anyone else. He's usually just to himself." I said

"Okay well new topic." Nicole said, not wanting to talk about Conrad, "Have you asked anyone to the ball"

"Oh, no. I'm waiting for the right person." I said, giving Nicole a smile.

I looked past Gigi who was saying something to Belly about asking Cam to the ball. Anywho, past Gigi was Conrad. He was messing with his hair and he was laughing and smiling.

I couldn't even lie. He was attractive.

He made eye contact with me as he drank a large part of his beer.

I couldn't like him again though. But there was part of me that knew it could happen again. Susannah told me to believe in second chances.

I don't know what happened really. I was just watching the boys play their little ping pong drinking game and then Belly came out all mad.

"Hey, can we leave?" Belly asked Cameron.

"Oh yeah, yeah." Cameron said.

"Y/N, you need a ride home? I don't want to take you away from the party." Belly said.

"It's fine. I'll give her a ride home." Conrad jumped in.

I looked at him questioningly, but he didn't look back.

"See you later, Bells!" I called out to her as she began to leave.

Jeremiah looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Fill in for Cam Cameron please."

I rolled my eyes playfully at him, "Fine, scooch over."

After an hour or so, we all were ready to leave. By now I was drunker then I probably should've been. So drunk that Conrad had to help me to the car and into the car.

He sat in the drivers seat as I just stared at him.

"You're like the moon to my sun." I sighed, touching his hair.

He grabbed onto my hand, putting it back into my lap.

"Y/N, you're drunk." He said to me.

"Noo, you're drunk." I said to him, booping his nose.

I came down stairs the next morning. Jeremiah already in the kitchen, mixing himself up one of his smoothies.

"Hit me." I said to him as I groaned and propped my head on the table with my arm.

He laughed, splitting his smoothie with me.

"You drank a lot last night for such a small girl."

"I shouldn't have." I said, gulping down a large amount of the drink.

Belly came down the stairs soon, grabbing the box of cereal and pouring some in her mouth.

"I'm guessing you and tay-tay haven't made up yet?" I asked.

"No." Belly said with no emotion.

At the party, Steven and Taylor were making out and then Belly had walked in.

"You guys want to do a muffin run?" I asked.

"I'm always up for a muffin run." Jeremiah smiled. Belly also agreed.

"Can you get the keys from Conrad's room? Jeremiah asked.

I nodded, "Yeah sure. Is he home?"

"No, he dropped you off at home and then spent the night at Nicole's" Jeremiah explained.

"Oh um." I stammered, "Do you know where he keeps the keys?"

"Uh, they should be in his desk." Jeremiah said.

I never really was in Conrad's room often. But it didn't look much different than the last time I had seen it. It was obviously boat themed which was cute.

His drawers were messy inside. Nothing was organized and there were like 5 condoms.

There was also a black velvet pouch which I took out. Yes, I'm nosy, but I wanted to know what was inside.

I opened it and saw a moon bracelet.

I put the bracelet charm against my sun charm and it fit perfectly. What the hell was wrong with him?

When we went home, I drove Belly and Taylor to the bus stop.

I sat in the car with Belly as we watched Taylor wait in line for the bus.

"You're not going to say goodbye?" I asked her skeptically.

"I don't want to talk to her." Belly said, not making eye contact with me.

"Come on Belly, she's your best friend. She loves you, especially if she came out here just for your birthday."

Belly sighed, "Fine."

Once she came back in, she seemed mad, but I didn't care.

"I know i'm only a year older than you, but just take my wisdom for once." I joked, "Boys might come and go, but your best friend is once in a lifetime. You're lucky you have someone like Taylor. We never know what the future will hold, so you have to hold tight to that relationship."

Friends come and go. Boys come and go. But best friends stay. They're real. That's what I loved about the Fishers and Conklins. They were my best friends and they always stayed. Every single year.