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osamusriceballs · 9 months

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Last-Minute Plans

Ushijima x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW (cockwarming, rather soft)

Words: ~ 1,5 k

About: Wakatoshi got a ring for you, and he needs to make sure it fits.

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved Wakatoshi-kun~

"It fits,"

he mumbles with a sigh of relief, one he hadn't realized he was holding. He looks contently at the jewelry now adorning your ring finger.

Ushijima knows that he's late with this. He should have attempted this plan a long time ago; he despises last-minute actions. Lately, however, you've insisted on waiting until he returns home late from practice due to extended training sessions just before the crucial match, making it impossible for him to secretly slip that ring onto your finger to see if it fits. He's aware he hasn't been giving you the time you deserve lately, but he's determined to make it up as soon as he can. He intends to spoil you as soon as the match is over and his schedule finally allows him to have more free time, treating you like the princess you are.

He had nearly abandoned the idea of trying the ring on your finger. He considered simply hoping for the best, planning to alter the ring quickly after proposing if it didn't fit. He knows you wouldn't have minded, but he wanted this moment to be perfect. The first difficulty he had encountered, however, was that you had rings in various sizes in your jewelry box- probably for different fingers, but even after sorting through them, he was still not convinced that he chose the right size.

Relief washes over him as he sees the ring fitting comfortably, and for a short moment, he envisions your future together. He dreams of having you sleep beside him every night, of going on the vacation you've always dreamed of, and of giving you the beautiful wedding ceremony you've always wanted. He's already asked Tendou to be his best man and informed his parents of his plans. He even decided to send his father a notice that his son will be getting married soon—hopefully.

The ring looks stunning on your hand. It's noticeable yet subtly elegant. He's confident you'll love it; you've often praised his taste, describing him as simple in his choices, which you adore.

His gaze drifts to your peaceful sleeping form. You must be exhausted not to have woken up yet. Normally, you'd wait until he returns or awaken when he quietly lies down beside you, an act he's yet to master. You'd always greet him with a tender kiss, a gesture he cherishes most during his days and misses the most when he's away. Yet, you sleep soundly, your face soft, breathing steady. You're wearing one of his shirts, the old Shiratorizawa jersey you claim is the comfiest—adorable on you, he agrees.

He's fairly certain you're wearing only flimsy panties beneath, but he'll take his sweet time tomorrow to explore every inch of your body.

"Toshi," your sleepy voice pulls him from his daydreams, and he quickly hides the ring, clutching your hand in his. You stir, turning towards him, brows furrowing as you reach out blindly.

"Y/n, go back to sleep. It's late," he murmurs in a soothing tone, knowing you find his voice calming.

"I missed you," you groan, squinting your eyes as you try to make out his face in the dimly lit room.

"I missed you too," he replies, smiling softly and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile in return, bringing your free hand to his cheek, a bit clumsily—almost slapping his face, but he doesn't mind; he is simply happy having you close.

"You haven't shaved today," you mumble as you caress his cheek. He hums in response. "I forgot. Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't. But you never forget to shave. What was on your mind today?"

You, he thinks, but for once, he refrains from sharing his thoughts. He needs to distract you, to take back the ring unnoticed. How you haven't noticed it so far surprises him.

"I was thinking about…" he begins, his voice trailing off, unsure how to respond without you getting suspicious.

"Wakatoshi, come to bed. You seem really tired," you yawn, and he suddenly knows what he needs to do.

Ushijima leans down to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss with more passion. He feels your response, your body arching into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his.

"Toshi," you're already breathless after a few kisses, and he finally feels your hand relax, fingers intertwining with his with the metal still on your finger. He typically holds your hand more firmly, but now he keeps his grip gentle, ensuring you don't feel the ring on your finger. With his free hand, he traces the hem of your shirt, his fingers gliding beneath the fabric, encountering the softness of your skin.

"Want you, but I'm tired," you whisper against his lips, prompting him to nuzzle against your neck. "Should I pleasure you? Should I make you feel full?" You moan softly and weakly nod, your eyes barely open in the dark room. Unbeknownst to you, a wave of relief washes over him. This may not be going exactly as he planned, but making love to you with the ring already on your finger is better than he could have imagined.

He quickly runs through potential scenarios in which he could smoothly slide the ring off your finger, deciding to position himself behind you while maintaining a hold on your hand in front of your body. Shifting his body weight, he maneuvers behind you until his chest presses against your back. He skillfully settles beneath the blanket without releasing your hand, making sure not to tighten his grip around your fingers. His lips find your neck, where he places the gentlest kisses against your skin, earning the softest, most beautiful moans from your lips. His hips begin to rhythmically move against your backside, and he feels how he hardens in his pants.

You contently hum while you lean into his touch, raising one leg to allow him to slip his thigh between yours. "Feels good," you murmur as he starts a grinding motion against your pussy. He feels his growing need, a nearly instinctive response to your body. His earlier suspicion about you wearing only his shirt and panties appears accurate; that much he notices when his shorts ride up and his bare thigh grinds against your cunt. As much as he wants the feeling of your bare skin against his, he knows that undressing might raise too much suspicion. Instead, he guides his free hand downward, gently tracing circles against your clothed center.

"You're so perfect. So beautiful. I love you so much," he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. Your grip on his hand tightens, while your other hand softly clutches the sheets. He understands your needs. Grateful that he's still wearing the soft shorts, he pushes them down slightly, quickly freeing his cock.

"Should I use some lube?" he asks, concern lacing his voice, worried about hurting you since he hasn't fully prepared you yet—a truly challenging task when ensuring your hand remains held and he can only use one hand properly.

"Think I'm wet enough," you mumble, and he dips two fingers between your folds to confirm, and he is rewarded with enough arousal to forget about his worries.

As much as he wants to ravish you right now, he knows you would probably drift off to sleep if he makes love to you tenderly—so that's precisely what he does. He gently spreads your legs further with his thigh, allowing his cock to rest between your legs. It has almost become a routine for him to set aside your panties and gradually ease his cock inside you- a practice that you often do after he comes home late from his practice sessions.

A breathy moan escapes your lips at the stretch, and he feels his own body tensing at the sensation of your soft walls around him. He continues to push until he's fully inside of you. You always take him so well—it feels breathtaking to be buried deep inside you. He still hopes you'll succumb to sleep in this embrace, even though he's surely wide awake himself.

"Feels good," you hum, your breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm. He pulls you closer, inhaling the soothing flowery scent of your hair- a scent that always brings him comfort and calms his mind when he can't seem to rest. You might not fully grasp how much he loves you—how every fiber of his being yearns for you, how he wishes for you to be happy and to be his. This is precisely why he plans to propose to you tomorrow and to place the ring back on your finger. You wouldn't refuse him on his birthday, would you?

"Sleep well, my love."

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animesmolbean · 7 days

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imaginedreamwrite · 9 months

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Like No One Does

Part 1: An Empty Line

The block of text had made you take a pause when you stepped back into the back room for a moment, the name across the top of the screen was one you’d never really texted before. You were aware that Danah had given Ari Levinson your number, she’d admitted to it a few years ago; however, you’d never received or read any of the texts he attempted to send.

Before today.

Now, the text message was staring up at you while you were running off your feet dragging around bottles of champagne for rich and snobby councillors in the city. It was short, it was to the point, but there was an adage of flirtatiousness that seemed to hang under the initial message.

'I need an assistant. Hear me out before you turn me down, sweetheart.’

You had wanted to ignore the message, you wanted to delete the text and act like you’d never received it in the first place. It would’ve been easy enough to act like there was a glitch, and you’d never gotten the text in the first place. It would’ve been easy to act like you weren’t being poached by your childhood best friend’s older brother, a notorious flirt.

You and Danah were opposites, in many societal ways.

Danah Levinson was born wealthy to parents who made themselves a healthy living by opening and running four different bakeries and cafés in the city. Each of them was inspired by Jewish food with stark reviews that had led the businesses to have a thriving following and loyal customers.

You were born to a low-income family with parents who had struggled to get pregnant in the first place. While you were loved and cared for to the best of your parents' abilities, their health issues had always seemed to overshadow most of your life, leaving you struggling at the best of times.

You had met Danah when you were 8, after your mother had visited in the hospital during a sick spell by Danah’s mother as a community outreach volunteer. Her mother was one of the kindest people you’d ever met, a bleeding heart who had expelled as much help upon your family as possible.

It was her mother who had helped you get into a better school through sponsorship, and it was Danah’s parents who had helped take you in when both of your parents had grown too sick and needed to be in hospital for weeks. Regardless of the societal standings that were different for yourself and Danah, you had become best friends.

You were thick as thieves, and throughout your years of being best friends with Danah Levinson, you’d gained a lifelong friend and sister.

When you were accepted into university under a scholarship, Danah and yourself had become roommates, and you’d often be sent care packages from her mother as if you were her daughter as well.

Through Danah, you had known Ari Levinson. Her brother was well known to be a notorious flirt, someone who rarely showed up to Sunday night dinners without someone on his arm. There always seemed to be a date or a fling on his arm, no matter the occasion, and it was a sight you’d gotten used to over the years.

It had pissed Danah off to no end, seeing these girls hang around her brother, who were quick flings. She had never approved of a single date her brother had, though both of them knew that the dates he chose to be with were temporary and nothing had gone past a few weeks.

When you were 19, you had experienced Ari Levinson’s flirtations for the first time. You’d spent the summer with Danah after your first year of university at her parents' place, and that was when it had begun. You’d been blissfully unaware of whatever attraction Ari might have had for you until Danah had scolded him for flirting, considering that you’d had a boyfriend.

Once you were aware of it, it was almost hard to miss the way he would let little comments slip. During the fast Hanukkah you’d spent with Danah and her family, when you were 19, Ari had deliberately gotten you different gifts than he had given his sister.

With the last night of Hanukkah being the time when he had given you the nickname ‘Princess’ along with a charm that was meant to bring you good luck. It was nothing you’d looked too far into, since you were on the rocks with your boyfriend, and you were missing your parents, who had died a year and half prior.

The next year of university, the last year before you dropped the program, Ari had offered a few internships through his company that was skyrocketing in value and power in the business world. During these trips to the school, he would take Danah out to dinner, and offer the chance for you to go with them, though you had sparsely joined in.

After you had dropped out of university to dive into work to pay down your parents' medical bills, Danah and you had continued to have that inseparable friendship and sisterhood. Nothing had changed with the Levinson’s, you were still invited to Sunday dinners, you had still watched movies on Thursday nights with Danah.

And every Hanukkah, Ari had gifted you a little charm that had correlated with the one from the year prior.

You never allowed yourself to look too far into the gifts, you never allowed yourself to think of everything you’d been given as anything more than him taking some kind of pity on you. You wouldn’t allow yourself to imagine the possibility of this infamous playboy and flirt, who had always seemed to have someone new on his arm.

Likewise, you had too much chaos in your life as it was, too many other things to focus on, and your best friend’s older brother was not one of them. Danah had, to her credit, told Ari to fuck off on more than one occasion on your behalf, though you wondered if her reasoning was because of his past with exes.

She didn’t want to lose you as a friend if you happened to go out with Ari and things hadn’t worked out, nor did she want things to be uncomfortable with her brother.

'Don’t leave me on read, give me an answer.’ His next message had re-centred your focus, and you’d looked at the message before you hastily sent a reply and shoved your phone into the deep depths of your bag.

'I’m busy at work. I can’t talk.’ You set your phone away and stepped out of the back room. You were heading through the walkway behind the front of the high-end restaurant, stopping at a table with a fake smile plastered on your face.

Every part of your body ached when you started the climb to your apartment. The seemingly endless day of catering to people who wouldn’t have cared about you if you hadn’t been the one bringing their food, was grating on your every nerve. That fake plastered smile and the unseemly way you had to tamp down your true feelings about being verbally or physically accosted by people who didn’t give you a shit, was all becoming too much.

Unfortunately, with you dropping out of university halfway through your degree, it had left you with student loans that were piled on top of your parents' medical bills. Between the three avenues for loans, you were left desperate for work and would have taken anything you possibly could. As it was, you were working two jobs already to pay down the debt that was saddled to you, and you were drawing your energy down to dismal levels.

You dropped your things by the front door of your apartment and slammed the door behind you, with more force than necessary, and walked into your bedroom. You stripped out of your work clothes and kicked them to the side in favour of a pair of sweats, and one of your old campus tees. You yanked both of them on, and secured your hair off your shoulders before you left your bedroom.

You moved across your small apartment and walked into the kitchen, barefoot and tired. You had no drive to spend more energy making something, and your instinctual desire was to grab a package of ramen and rip the top open. After drumming the flavour into the bag and shaking it up, you moved toward your couch and crashed onto the left side.

You turned the tv on and put whatever your remote first settled on, using it more for background noise than anything. As the series started, you picked at your dry ramen noodles and ate what you could, your attention drifting toward your phone. You unlocked your screen and first went to instagram.

The first post you’d seen when the app loaded was one of Danah’s, the first few pictures were of herself and her on again-off again boyfriend, the one that Ari really didn’t like. The next three were pictures of the Sunday night dinner they had together, the tags linked to how she felt annoyed by her older brother.

You scrolled down to the other few posts in your feed before you came upon an ad for some clothes, something you’d never buy for yourself, but it was targeted to your age group. Without watching the whole ad, you continued to scroll, and your thumb had hovered above one of your high school friends that you’d followed, when another message from Ari had come through.

Messages that you had missed, or ones that had come through later than they should have.

'You busy, sweetheart? Danah said you were working all night. Come out with me, I wanna talk to you.’

'I know you’re ignoring me, princess.’

'You’re not giving me a choice, baby. I’m coming to talk to you.’

You were already halfway through texting back when three solid knocks on your apartment door had interrupted you. You tossed your phone to the side and stood from where you had been sitting on the couch, Netflix still playing in the background.

As you slowly opened the door, your heart both plummeted and stopped beating with a single look at the man on the other side. Ari was waiting for you on the other side of the door, not wearing his usual tailored Armani or Tom Ford suit. He was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, making him look even taller than he was, and the shirt he was wearing a Patriots shirt that he’d had for years.

“What are you doing here? I mean…why are you here?” He had smiled down at you, one foot crossed over the other, and his shoulder was resting against the doorframe.

“I don’t like being ignored, princess. You going to let me in, so we can talk?” His smile was charming, and that playboy personality that so many women had fallen for was clearly flourishing.

You’d heard of some of his exes in the past, and Danah had not been shy about talking about the women she had met, had given you the impression that Ari was almost entirely insatiable. Though you personally had never met any of his exes or his hookups, you couldn’t have avoided them entirely. It was impossible for you not to have knowledge of his vivacious love life, even if you hadn’t been a visual witness.

“You show up to my place unannounced and just think I’m going to let you in because you don’t like being ignored?” You crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes zeroing in on the takeout bags in his hands.

“I hope you weren’t going to eat that shit, baby.” Ari scoffs at the idea of you eating dried uncooked noodles, the bag that’s still in your hand. “I bought your favourite.”

“You don’t know my favourite.” You step aside and let him in anyway, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

As he moves further into your apartment, small as it is, he sets the takeout bags on the secondhand coffee table you have, and then he looks back at you. Regardless of you being best friends with Danah since you were children, and the obvious societal differences between you and the Levinson’s, their entire family treated you like you were their own.

“Give me some credit, sweetheart.” His grin, and his eyes, had become more pronounced and brighter respectively. “I know more about you than you think.”

“Why are you here anyway? You have any idea how late it is?” You keep yourself at a distance, watching Ari with thinly veiled interest as he unpacks the food he brought for you, his smirk still present.

“You ignored me.”

“I was working.” You argued your case, and crossed your arms over your chest as he sat down on your couch. Your random Netflix show was still playing in the background, and Ari had moved your iPhone to the coffee table, effortlessly making himself at home.

“You work too hard, princess.” You swore he used pet names more than your birth given name, the affectionate little quips had been something you were accustomed to. “We should talk.”

“About the job you want me to take? Or about the fact that you broke into my apartment—“ “Babe,” Ari’s grin widened, and he laughed huskily, “you let me in. I didn’t break in, besides we’re hardly strangers.”

You were at odds with yourself, knowing that he was right, and you had let him in. And you were irritated with your body’s natural reaction to the smell of the spices that radiated from the takeout container. Ari likely had gotten your favourite, it smelled the same, and it was from the same restaurant that was a favourite with yourself and Danah.

“So you bring food to coerce me?” You inched forward, sitting down on the edge of the couch as tension, both sexual and physical, bubbled between you two.

“You’re not that easy, darling.” Ari had spoken with admiration, and slid a container toward you. “But I thought we could talk in person. After you eat.”

“I was eating—“

“That shit?” Ari scoffed and reached out toward you, pulling the sleeve of your old campus t-shirt up your shoulder. “That’s not food, that’s…”

“Food that needs to be cooked.” You mumbled under your breath and sat cross-legged on the couch, popping the lid off the container, your stomach growling. “Ramen is delicious, by the way.”

Ari handed you a fork, without saying a word to you after your latest protest, and slowly sank back onto the couch cushion. He grabbed his container, setting it on his thick thigh, and then looked at you out the corner of his eyes. His blue irises were breathtaking, another feature of his that had stolen hearts left right and centre, and you’d often been intimated by the colour.

“You look tired.” It was an observation made while he watched you eat, almost like he was proud of himself for taking care of you, albeit momentarily. “You’re going to kill yourself working this hard, love. And then what?”

“Then you’ll have to find someone else to annoy.” You rolled your eyes, barely retaining your ignorance of the way he was looking at you, and the way he was speaking to you.

Danah hated when Ari flirted with you because she was afraid of losing someone who was like her sister, and she was scared that Ari would break your heart.

And you were just stubborn enough to keep yourself emotionally distant from anyone wanting to potentially ask you out or date you. You had to keep yourself focused and pay off the debts that you incurred from student loads, and the debts that fell to you from your parents' medical history.

“I’m serious, sweetheart. I’m not leaving until you hear me out, at least.” Ari had popped the lid off his own takeout container and started eating with you, almost like you were a normal couple.

Almost as if he weren’t your best friends’ older brother, and you weren’t a single emergency away from being broke entirely.

“It’s triple what you would make working both your jobs, you’d get benefits and damn good ones. Medical insurance, three weeks vacation…” Ari reached out toward you, his hand cupping your chin as he turned your head and made you look at him.

“I travel a lot, you would come with me. You could get the hell out of this shit-hole.”

“I like my shit-hole.” You felt your heart fluttering, tension was thickening as a figurative electrical storm was brewing between you. “But if it suits his majesty, I’ll think about it.”

“Good,” his smile, and eyes, softened, “good girl. Finish eating your dinner. I have rugelach for you.”

“From your mother?” You smiled to yourself, halfway done the food he brought for you. “She makes the best rugelach I’ve ever had.”

Ari dropped his hand from your chin, to pull your shirt back up your shoulder. His fingers had lingered for a minute, before he pulled away and reached for your remote. He looked back toward your cheap television and ended the show you had been watching, speaking softly to you.

“I’m putting something else on.”

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itsgrimeytime · 6 months

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Magnolia in May 💐💞

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

Chapters 1-20:

1. a basket of berries

2. a gift beyond expense

3. the name of a man

4. a meeting anew

5. the wife

6. the inconvenience of love

7. letters (not) to be sent

8. the offering of a heart

9. to confront and forgive

10. an admission

11. to love and to be loved

12. the support of a sister

13. the fate of two

14. a whisper from someone else

15. the blood of another man

16. a finality of feelings

17. to doubt and to believe

18. an assumption

19. to be a mother

20. like mine own

All reblogs and comments are appreciated!! Feel free to send an ask or comment to get on the taglist :)

#magnolia in may #chapters 1-20 #my masterlist parts

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wxnheart · 9 months

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【Ｃａｌｌ　ｏｆ　Ｄｕｔｙ】

[Part Deux]

Poly Palooza, Cowboy Bebop - Alejandro x Reader x Rudy

Part 1

Poly Palooza, Ghoapbusters - Ghost x Reader x Soap

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (NSFW)

Third Wheel's The Charm

Kiss Me Through The Phone - Call of Duty x Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Poly Palooza, Chaotic Maskwich - König x Reader x Ghost

Part 1

Part 2 (NSFW)

Part 3

Part 4 (NSFW)

Part 5

Call of Duty x Shy!Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Just Kingly Things - König x Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (NSFW)

Part 4

Ideal Significant Others - Call of Duty x Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Christmas Catastrophe, 141 Edition

Part 1

Part 2

Standalone Lists

Muffin Without You - Line Cook!Simon x Customer!Reader

Post-Coital Tendencies - Call of Duty x Reader

Arts and (War)Craft - Call of Duty + Sewist!Reader

Normal!Roach x F!Reader

Grave Affairs (NSFW) - Phillip Graves x Reader

Chaotic Maskwich, TigerKing Edition - Horangi x Reader x König

#call of duty masterlist #this is part 1 because tumblr won't let me add them all in one post lmao.

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fernandoswarcrimes · 1 year

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𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼..

Summary: the one where they run but they don’t run far enough to not be found. - this is part three in the 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶 series. Word count: 4.8k Warnings: Dimitri and Alexei trying to play masterminds & Gracie’s parents being awful per usual and doing the unthinkable. Upset Charles in this one I’m sorry guys💔 Note: part 4 will be just as eventful can you guess what will happen next?

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It was quiet in the library as reality crashed down onto both men after reading what they just read from the article.

Leave it to the media to never leave anyone alone.

They didn’t know what to do, on one hand they had a duty to serve under the crown but on the other, they had taken an oath to look after Gracelinde like she was their own and that meant letting her explore things like any young girl should be able to do, Royal or not.

“We’ve got to do something about this.” Dimitri said grimly. This could blow up in all of their faces and the only one who’d be hurt the most would be Gracie.

Alexei just nodded, he knew they had to tread lightly before things got out of hand. “I know, I just hope we can get a hold on it before it hits the fan.”

Dimitri was certain they could but they’d never get the chance to.

Because the two were summoned to Albert’s office.

“What is the meaning of this?” Albert asked as he threw the newspaper down on the desk.

Dimitri and Alexei stood with their hands clasped behind their backs as they stared at the cover of the front page, it was the same thing they saw on the article, a picture of Gracie and Charles holding hands as they walked down the streets of the city, the fact the dark haired man never saw any paparazzi is what unnerved him the most.

“Well?” The prince of Monaco asked expectedly.

Alexei looked at Dimitri shaking his head slightly, he knew what he was about to do and it wasn’t going to end well. But Dimitri had promised himself he would always stick up for his little girl.

So he took a step forward.

“Sir, with all due respect, it was just a simple outing. The Stroll boy introduced the two at the race and figured they would be good friends since they both live and grew up here in Monaco. So I took her to meet him for lunch at La Pampa. I wasn’t going to let them go off on their own, you know that. I stayed close by no more than ten feet away and let them enjoy a simple lunch. He was nothing but respectful the entire time, even walking her back to the square after they wanted to take a walk to talk more-”

“Do I look like I care about how respectful the boy was, Tvardovsky? Just make sure she doesn’t see the boy again, the Stroll boy and Schumacher are one thing because of the families they come from. This boy on the other hand has no business around Gracelinde.” Albert said, just about tired of the conversation.

“Sir, you've invited him to the palace in the past, in 2019 he was here you’ve met him-” Alexei tried speaking up but was silenced by the Prince raising his hand which caused him to shrink back and stay quiet.

“It won't happen again. Am I clear?” He asked with a glare.

“Crystal.” Dimitri gritted out as Alexei just nodded before they both were dismissed from his office.

As the door clicked shut behind the both of them Dimitri took off down the hall causing Alexei to stumble as he tried catching up to him.

“She’s seeing him again.” The brunette man said with an unreadable look, almost of determination.

“What! No! Are you crazy!?” Alexei whispered loudly to his boyfriend and colleague, he had to have lost his damn mind to think they were going to just disobey royal orders like that. “Albert gave us specific instructions for her to not see him again Dimitri. We could get fired!” He tried to reason with the taller man.

Dimitri came to a sudden stop turning to look at the glasses wearing man as he pointed a finger at him. “If we get fired, so be it. But I’m not going to sit back and watch the both of them try to control her now that they see she’s found someone worth living for. So either you’re with me on this, or I’m doing it alone.”

Alexei just looked at him silently, before nodding. “Okay. Okay, let’s do this.” He reassured him that he was all in as well. He just knew it would end up biting them in the ass later if they weren’t careful about this. They couldn’t tell Gracie about this, about her father forbidding her from seeing the boy, not when they were fixing to come up with a plan to make sure things stayed under wraps.

It didn’t take them long to come up with a plan.

Dimitri had set out; it didn't take him long to figure out where Charles lived, especially working under the royal family; all he had to do was make a phone call and he had the boy's address.

Once he made it to the Ferrari drivers apartment he stepped into the lobby easily making his way upstairs to the boys floor and front door. He took a breath before knocking, if he wasn’t home he was going to slip a note under the door. But thankfully he didn’t have to because the bright eyed boy opened the door with a look of confusion before he registered who it was standing in front of him.

“Dimitri, nice to see you.” Charles nodded with a small nervous smile wondering what the older man was doing on his doorstep at 8am.

“Charles, nice to see you again as well. I realized that when you brought Gracie back to the palace that you had no way of contacting her again and she you. So I took it upon myself to come see you as a messenger of sorts.” The older man said with a nod, “May I come in?”

“Yes, yes of course please come in.” Charles said quickly as he stepped out of the way letting the brunette man into his apartment before gently shutting the door behind him.

“I’ve come by to let you know that Gracie does want to see you again, before you have to head out for your race in Azerbaijan. But I’m afraid we’ve run into a few issues.” Dimitri said as he stood in the boys living room. “It seems as though the media has caught wind of you two’s outing, and it’s gotten back to Albert who is less than pleased on the matter seeing as he and Nikolai’s parents have been trying to get the two to marry for the last few years now.”

Charles just stood there as he listened to Dimitri talk. Was he going to say that he couldn’t see the blonde girl anymore? He knew about the arranged marriage the two had, Gracie had told him how she was against it as was the dark haired boy who had a girlfriend himself.

“Now now, don’t fret. Alexei and I take pride in making sure Gracie is happy, and you have brought her more happiness in the one day you’ve spent together than in the whole seventeen years I’ve known her. So I'm not saying you have to stop seeing her. I'm saying if you’re going to then it needs to be well thought out and planned to a T to where we can throw the media off your guys trail they cannot know you two are seeing each other. Understand?”

“Yes, yes I understand, perfectly.” Charles nodded quickly, relaxing a little bit at hearing that he didn’t have to stop seeing Gracie but that they’d just have to do it in secret. He didn’t really know how well that was going to work but he was willing to give it a try nonetheless because he really liked Gracie.

So the two got to planning, he needed to leave by late Wednesday night to make it to Azerbaijan for media and things on Thursday. So they would go out together Wednesday morning and be back by Ten while Dimitri and Alexei would make a diversion with the media.

And so the plan began.

Charles had taken Dimitri's advice and taken Gracie on a day trip to Milan, both of them figuring it would be harder to spot the two of them in the Italian city unlike Monaco, which was very small and everyone practically knew everyone it was almost a foolproof plan.

The two had met up with Pierre who offered to take them around to different spots, he knew Charles had seen them already but that the blonde princess hadn’t, seeing as his best friend explained she didn’t get to get out much. He thought that was a bit sad.

Unlike Charles and Gracelinde, Pierre could walk freely about Milan without swarms of people following him or crowding him which made it easier for the three to just have a calm day blending in with everyone else touring the city. Even though the couple was dressed in minimal disguises just to be safe.

They did normal tourist things, grabbed lunch, shopped and enjoyed just being normal people for a while, something the three of them didn’t get to do very often due to their careers and being a royal. By sunset everything was winding down and Charles knew he had to get Gracie back before ten because Dimitri could only stall for so long.

“We should probably head back soon, it’s getting late.” Charles sighed, he didn’t want to have to bring the bubbly blonde back to the confined walls of the palace that overlooked the city they both grew up in but he knew he didn’t have a choice.

“Thank you again Pierre, for taking the time to hangout with us today. It was really fun.” Gracie smiled as she and Charles walked out of the restaurant with the Frenchman, they had a bit of a walk back to Charles' car so they chatted idly.

“It’s no problem really, Charles never shuts up about you. So it was great to officially meet you, us boys thought he was trying to pull a fast one over on us.” Pierre grinned when he saw how red Charles' face got at him, admitting that he had been talking about the blue eyed girl to the rest of the guys on the grid.

Gracie could feel Charles hand on her waistline, they were out in plain sight of the streets in Milan and had let it slip their mind that they were in fact very public figures as people whispered as they walked past by.

It was a bad sign.

As they got closer to Charles' car, Pierre stopped them so they could take a group photo. Charles hadn’t let them take any the whole day, more so just wanting him and Gracie to live in the moment but he figured one couldn’t hurt, to at least remember the fun they had today.

But Pierre being Pierre, absentmindedly posted the picture of the three of them on his Instagram story thinking nothing of it.

What the Frenchman didn’t realize was the domino effect that singular post would cause.

After Charles had helped Gracie get into the car he gave Pierre a bro hug before feeling his phone vibrate as he walked around to the drivers side, he pulled the device out to check it and paled at the notification.

“Pierre you’ve got to delete that” the Ferrari driver stressed after realizing his best friend had posted the picture of the three of them and tagged him, Dimitri had warned him that nobody could know that he and Gracie were still hanging out outside of him, Alexei, and her lady in waiting Annaslise.

Especially her parents.

A rule he had already harmlessly broken by meeting up with Pierre, but he figured his best friend could keep this to himself if Mick and Lance had known Gracie for years and never told a soul, but evidently not.

“Okay okay, my bad I didn’t know.” Pierre said as he quickly deleted the picture from his story two minutes after he posted it.

But unfortunately the damage had already been done.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, and love’s a fragile little flame that was going to get burnt out before it could even be fully lit.

Albert had people watching social media after realizing that Alexei and Dimitri were acting off, he had an inkling that Gracelinde was still seeing the Ferrari driver after he had told the two bodyguards that he didn’t want it happening again.

He should’ve known those two would eventually become a problem.

So when one of his men had informed him that a picture had been circulating on twitter of Gracie with Charles and his childhood friend it only solidified that they had defied his orders.

Charlene had been sent to the girls room, angry that she had gone against her fathers orders and seen the boy again when they had been planning the marriage between her and Nikolai for the last five years.

“We forbid you from seeing the boy and what do you do! You continue to see him Gracelinde! You’ve completely ignored not only Royal orders, but our orders!” Charlene shouted as she placed the suitcases on the younger girl's bed. “We had a plan for you, that would unite not only Monaco but Denmark and you’ve all but nearly ruined it now!”

Gracie had no idea what her mother had been talking about, nobody had told her that she couldn’t see Charles anymore. “I- I don’t understand nobody told me I couldn’t see him anymore??” She said softly, afraid of being shouted at again.

“Dimitri and Alexei knew you weren’t supposed to see him. It was an order they disobeyed.” Charlene bit out, as she finished packing the girls clothes and zipped up the suitcases. “You’ll be on the first train we can find later tonight. No more Alexei or Dimitri, they’ve crossed a line and will be dealt with accordingly. You are not to leave this room until then, understood?”

Gracie just looked at the woman who had brought her into the world who she used to look up to but the more she looked at the older woman standing in front of her she saw no signs of anything motherly in her at all. If anything Annalise was more of a mother to her than Charlene ever was, she wondered if the blonde woman ever even wanted her to begin with.

Sure she knew of her fathers affairs and the other children he had but they would never be allowed to take over the throne as heirs like she would be required to. The family had been in power for eight hundred years and they sure as hell wouldn’t let her ruin that whether she meant to or not.

All she could do was nod as tears streamed down her face. Charlene just looked at the girl for a second before shaking her head in disappointment with a loud sigh and walked out of the room slamming the door shut behind her making Gracie flinch as she let out the sobs she had been holding in not wanting to cry in front of the older woman in fear of pissing her off more.

She had been taught at a young age to never be out of line and crying was definitely out of line.

The only thing the blue eyed girl wanted was someone to love and care about her. Instead of trying to be forced into a marriage she didn’t want.

It wasn’t fair.

The blonde princess had been sitting on her window seat with her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared out the window, tears running down her cheeks as reality set in for her, they were going to send her away.

Annalise walked into the girls room and frowned seeing how sad she looked. “Oh Gracie girl” she said softly as she walked over to the young girl pulling her into a hug. The older woman hated seeing her upset. “It’s going to be alright cheri.” She said gently, running a hand over her blonde locks.

“They’re sending me away Annie” Gracie sniffled as she tried to hold back her tears. “They’re what?!” The auburn haired woman asked as she pulled back to cup the blonde girl's cheeks as she looked at her. “What do you mean they’re sending you away?” She frowned at the comment.

They couldn’t do that, they wouldn’t, she thought.

But oh they would.

“They found out that I was still seeing Charles, so they’re sending me away. They’re not even letting Mitri and Lexi come with me, Charlene said they’d be dealt with for disobeying orders.” Gracie sniffled as she tried to stop crying. It was just making her more upset the more she thought about it. She didn’t even know where she was going and she wasn’t allowed to know in fear of her escaping or telling someone where she was going.

Annalise thought this all had to be a joke, but seeing the suitcases sitting on the girls bed it all suddenly became a harsh reality. “I will see if they’ll allow me to come with you, it’s the least they could do. They can’t send you away by yourself, it wouldn't be safe.” Despite Gracie being twenty three she had been sheltered all her life so emotionally she was still a teenager, never allowed to experience normal things that all the other girls did outside of royalty. “Okay sweet girl? Now, dry those tears.” She said gently rubbing her thumbs over the girl's flushed cheeks kissing the top of her head. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Once the older woman left the room to go talk to her parents Gracie got up and walked over to her desk, she’d only have a few minutes to do what she needed to do. Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen she began writing as her tears fell on the letter quickly writing out what she could. She needed to let Charles know what was happening, that she wouldn’t ever forget the happiness that he brought her for the short time they’d known each other.

The blonde girl slipped the letter into the book Dimitri had let her borrow to read knowing he would find it and somehow make sure it got to the fellow Monegasque boy or at least she hoped he would.

Annalise tentatively walked into the Princes office after being told to come in.

“What is it Annalise don’t tell me there’s more problems that have come about I’ve about had it with that today.” Albert bit out as he looked up from his desk.

“No sir, I wanted to ask something of the two of you, if I may.” The French woman asked softly.

Albert glanced at Charlene and then motioned for her to go ahead.

“Gracelinde has told me of what is to come, and I would like to point out that wherever you plan on sending her to by herself isn’t safe. She’s hardly ever been outside the palace walls without people she has grown up around, she’d stick out like a sore thumb. But if you allow me to accompany her I’d watch her, and follow whatever instructions you give me to follow. I’ve never once stepped out of line and have proven my trust and loyalty to the both of you during all the years that I’ve looked after her and would like to continue to do so if you’ll allow that of me.” Annalise spoke calmly, but firmly.

She would not allow them to just send the girl away on her own, that would be like releasing something you’ve raised on your own into the wild expecting them to know how to fend for themselves. “She’s more likely to run off or escape if she’s not watched, but if she has someone she trusts around her she’s more likely to comply with the orders you give.”

Albert and Charlene thought it over for a few minutes; they knew the older woman wasn’t a threat like Dimitri and Alexei were. So they figured she wouldn’t tell a soul unlike the other two. Her willingness to follow orders had never been in question and she always followed whatever orders they had given her in regards to the girl.

So they allowed her to go along with Gracelinde.

The two boarded the train in Nice to London later that night. Albert and Charlene had given the auburn haired woman strict instructions.

Nobody was to know Gracie’s real name, the ballet school was already expecting enrollment under a false name, after a rather generous anonymous donation was made. The second they got to London she was to take Gracie to get her hair dyed auburn so nobody would suspect she was the Monegasque princess. If anyone asked she was the auburn haired woman's daughter.

Gracie felt like she was being made to live a double life like the Hannah Montana show Annalise let her watch as a kid, but only she couldn’t take a wig off, her parents had really ruined her life and stripped away any sense of normalcy she had grown to know over the past few years.

Charles on the other hand had a full two weeks, bouncing from Azerbaijan to Canada he didn’t hear from Gracie in that time, which wasn’t unlike her, he knew she had duties of her own to do so he thought nothing of it.

But when he got back to Monaco on the twentieth of June things felt

off.

The lively rich city for once felt barren and cold as the rain poured from the sky like angels crying. He remembered how Gracie had wanted to see him when he got back, at Le Petit Bar. It has quickly become their little spot. They both agreed to meet each other there at 6pm the day he got back.

But as he got there and the waiter led him to a table, he waited, and waited. He started looking around confused, Gracie was late, sure, he knew time could get away from her but she was never this late. It was nearing 7:30 now. He pulled out his phone to call Dimitri since the girl wasn’t permitted to have a phone but paused when two figures sat down across from him.

It was Alexei and Dimitri.

He didn’t see Gracie with them which was odd, she never went anywhere without at least one of them.

“She’s not coming, Kid.” Alexei said softly as he watched the younger boy look around confused, he hated that they had to break the news to him like this. It was breaking the glasses wearing man’s heart knowing how much Charles really cared about Gracie.

“What do you mean? Is she busy?” Charles asked, because he didn’t quite understand what was going on. Usually Dimitri would give him a heads up if something had come up and the blonde girl couldn’t make it. But something didn’t feel right with this. It made him feel sick to his stomach.

Dimitri sighed, rubbing his face, how was he supposed to tell the bright eyed boy that in the span of the two weeks he was busy bouncing across the world racing his heart out that her parents had up and sent her away like she was nothing but a burden to them all because they didn’t want her seeing him, didn’t want to let their daughter be happy for once, to actually be able to live her life with someone who would’ve cherished her more than they had.

“No son, she’s not here. They’ve sent her away, they somehow found out about you two’s trip to Milan. I don’t know how because we made sure it stayed airtight and nobody knew about it, somehow it got out and got back to Albert. He and Charlene had a meltdown and sent her away, we don’t know where they refused to tell us and wouldn’t let us go with her.” The brunette man said gravely still upset by the events that had happened over the past two weeks.

Charles felt his heart stop. He swore you could hear a hair pin drop in the restaurant, as they sat there.

No.

Pierre’s Instagram story.

The French boy never took the time to think before he posted anything and he just knew that's how people had found out and it got back to her parents despite him quickly deleting it.

People were always watching and someone snitched.

But hearing they had sent her away? They had just up and sent her away instead of letting her be happy?

What parents would ever do that.

He looked at the two with wide eyes, fearing that if he looked anywhere else he’d cry. His heart was breaking.

“We tried, we really did, kid. Trust me, we didn’t want her going as much as you didn’t. They only allowed Annalise to go with her, they didn’t see her as a threat unlike us, we disobeyed orders by letting her continue to see you.” Dimitri sighed. “We’re doing all we can to find her, we know they sent her out of the country but we can’t narrow it down to where, we know she’s in ballet so we’re trying to look at all the ballet schools across the globe to see if they had sent her to one of those or an all girls boarding school.”

Charles felt like everyone he loved was being ripped away from him, Jules, His dad, Anthione, and now his Gracie.

“You have a race coming up, Silverstone right?” Alexei asked tentatively, looking over at Charles who nodded gently, still trying to wrap his head around everything they had just told him. “The stroll boy, his father Lawrence? He could help. We’re under a gag order, if we talk or go looking for her they’d consider it treason against the country. But you and Lance can talk to him. He is the only hope of finding out where they sent Gracie. Nobody would ask questions if he went snooping around wanting to invest in a school under the guise of seeing if they have Gracie there.”

Dimitri nodded as he listened to Alexei speak, they had thought this through about a hundred times over. It was the only viable solution that they could come up with seeing as they couldn’t go looking for her themselves since Albert had people watching them. The two of them coming to talk to Charles was risky enough but they knew they at least had to let the poor boy know what had gone on in the span of the two weeks he had been gone.

“I’ll talk to him, Lance, he’ll want to help. He cares about Gracie a lot. I wouldn’t have met her had it not been for him.” Charles nodded, determined. He knew Lance would want to help, and would convince his father to help too. Lawrence didn’t like many people outside his family but he knew he had a soft spot for Gracie and would do anything for the bubbly blonde.

“Here kid, she left this, wanted me to get it to you.” Dimitri said, pulling the letter he had found in the book he let Gracie borrow a few weeks ago, out of his jacket pocket sliding it across the table to the boy as he and Alexei stood up. It would be the last time they’d see Charles for a while, hopefully the next time they’d see him their Gracie girl would be back home and safe but only time would tell.

Charles took the letter carefully, the beige envelope had “'il Predestinato” written across it in cursive and he knew he’d probably cry reading whatever was in the letter so he’d wait to read it when he got home. He nodded to the two older men. “Thank you. For coming and letting me know, I never would’ve known if you hadn’t. But I promise, I’ll do anything I can to help get her back.”

This was the one and only shot they had at finding their princess;

The only problem?

It would start a Great War if they succeeded.

#this one made me cry a bit writing it #part 4 is just as wild guys you’re not ready #imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #princess protection program #i know places #charles leclerc mini series #masterlist #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #royal au #f1 series #Royal au series

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── sl33paholics masterlistᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

JoJo's Biazare Adventure

Phantom Blood

Jonathan Joestar: ☪︎

Dio Brando: ☪︎

Battle Tendency

Joseph Joestar: ☪︎

Stardust Crusaders

Muhammad Avdol: ☪︎

Noriaki Kakyoin: ☪︎

Jean Pierre-Polnareff:

Diamond Is Unbreakable

Josuke Higashikata: ☪︎ | ☪︎

Okuyasu Nijimura: ☪︎

Old Joseph Joestar: ☪︎

Jotaro Kujo: ☪︎ | ☪︎

Golden Wind

Ghiaccio: ☪︎

#anime #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #x black reader #poc writer #black reader #yandere jojo #fluff #female writers #jjba smut #black writers #jjba part 3 #jjba part 4 #jjba part 5 #jjba part 2 #jjba part 1 #masterlist #angst

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bimbosandbubbles · 4 months

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For another Yandere JJBA fic

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gotheskin · 9 days

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dune (parts 1+2) masterlist

[key:

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✨ = suggestive

☁️ = fluff

❤️‍🔥 = angst]

paul atreides:

n/a

chani kynes:

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princess irulan:

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Your Favorite's Here {Masterlist}

Eddie and his band bask in their success over a drink at a restaurant he's never been to before. But Eddie gets far more than he bargained for when he stepped through the front door.

☟ story parts linked below ☟

{part 1} Eddie meets Y/N Henderson, smitten the instant he sees her. But she's way out of his league, right? There's not a chance in hell she'd even notice Eddie Munson. {part 2} Dustin gets caught in the middle of mutual pining and keeps getting asked questions he doesn't necessarily want to answer. {part 3} Eddie and Y/N get butterflies just thinking about each other, so how are they supposed to get to know each other? Turns out they're made for each other. {part 4} Eddie's floating on a high he can't come down from. But another visit from Everett's results in a shock he wasn't quite prepared for. {part 5} coming soon!

Taglist: {comment and let me know if you'd like to be added to the E.M. taglist!} @ohatropa @lilylilyyyyyy @spencestyles @r-royce @theshiresposts @kaitebugg03 @the-chocoholic-writer @noiralei @kennedyraye @yourdailymemedelivery @squidscottjeans @cannonize @sebastianstvn@corrodedcoffn@chloe-6123

#stranger things #multichapter #part 1 #part 2 #part 3 #part 4 #part 5 #eddie munson #your favorite's here #masterlist #stranger things au #eddie munson x reader #eddie x henderson!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie stranger things

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The Walking Dead Masterlist (2024)

General

Oneshots

"See? Harmless,"

@fanficimagery

Imagine the world being overrun by the walking dead. Surviving in this new world is literal Hell on Earth, so imagine your surprise when you find a little girl all alone and doing her best to stay alive.

"What's so funny, bitch?"

@fanficimagery

Imagine being a mutual friend of Negan and Rick. After one of their pissing contests when Negan can't find you, he asks Rick if you're with them. You're not.. and it makes the both of them nervous. And angry at what your disappearance could possibly mean.

Daryl Dixon

Fics

"Spitting Image" Part 2

@deansapplepie

Years passed since last time you saw your ex-boyfriend and father of your son. Fate decided the perfect moment for you to reconnect was after the end of the world.

"Broken Trust" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

Y/N Walsh meets Daryl Dixon while working as an undercover Police Officer. But, when Daryl finds out the truth about you, you’re forced to move back to King County.

"Suicide Mission" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

Before the whole world turned to shit, you lived next door to the Dixon’s. You grew close to the Dixon brothers over the years. You and Daryl quickly becoming best friend, despite your massive crush on him, (which at the time, you didn’t know he returned).

You weren’t with him when the outbreak started, but against all odds you managed to find him while helping a random group of strangers on the road. It seemed like fate always found a way, even during the apocalypse.

"You're Not Alone Pt. 1" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

You’ve been on your own for 8 months now after your brother died. Scavenging and hunting, using the skills your father taught you to stay alive. Until you came across a little girl lost in the woods. You were determined to get her back to her mother, but once you found her group everything changed and you found yourself falling for the blue eyed archer without realizing it

"You're Not Alone Pt. 2" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

The reader and Daryl have started to settle into life at Alexandria, but once the group runs into the Saviours and more specifically Negan, your way of life as you know it will change forever. While the universe seems to be set on pulling you and Daryl apart, how far are you willing to go to get back to each other and make things right?

"Hurt" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Final Part

@sourwolf-sterek32

You learnt very early that it wasn’t the dead you should fear, it was the living, especially the Saviours. It’s been six months since you managed to escape the Sanctuary with a little girl called Clementine. The two of you finding your old family farm, away from humanity. That was until you found a man named Daryl Dixon trying to hotwire one of your trucks.

Oneshots

"Unexpected" (werewolf! Daryl Dixon)

@lazyneonrabbitt

No summary provided

"The Step-Mother" ( x Sister! Reader ) ( x Rick Grimes )

@hannibals-favourite-meal

The Dixons were an odd bunch, an asshole older brother, the quiet and noble middle child, and the youngest, a beautiful young woman with the heart of a lion. Rick can’t help but fall for her even in the middle of an apocalypse.

"Her Poor Cat" ( x Plus Size! Reader ) ( x Rick Grimes )

@hannibals-favourite-meal

Rick/reader/Daryl are a throuple and the Alexandria residents don’t know how to react.

"Motherly Instinct"

@cultofdixon

No summary provided

Incorrect Quotes

"Happy New Years"

@cultofdixon

Rick Grimes

Fics

"Take on The World" Part 2

@fanficimagery

No summary provided

Oneshots

"We Meet Again"

@mylittlefandomfanfictions

You had been in Alexandria for almost a year now and after being outside the walls since the beginning this was the safest place you had been. There was only one thing that could make it even better, your son Carl. He had been staying with his step-mother Lori and visiting his father in the hospital when the world ended and you prayed that they had survived.

"The Step-Mother" ( x Dixon! Reader )

@hannibals-favourite-meal

"Her Poor Cat" ( x Plus Size! Reader ) ( x Daryl Dixon )

@hannibals-favourite-meal

Rick/reader/Daryl are a throuple and the Alexandria residents don’t know how to react.

"I thought you were dead." ( x Negan's Sister! Reader )

@fanficimagery

Imagine finding romance after the world has ended. You and Rick saved one another in such tough times, and finding out your brother is still alive throws a wrench into the new life you’ve made for yourself.

Carl Grimes

Oneshots

"The Step-Mother" ( x Platonic! Stepmom! Dixon! Reader )

@hannibals-favourite-meal

Negan Smith

Fics

"I'm just feeling a bit cooped up," Part 2

@fanficimagery

Imagine being a Savior. The world has gone to shit and while you understand the good kind of people are suspicious of other individuals- especially the individuals who've grown rather adept at surviving on their own- you're more than a little hurt that several communities have turned you away. So when Negan takes you in, your loyalty lies with those he calls his own.

Oneshots

"I thought you were dead." ( x Sister! Reader )

@fanficimagery

#the walking dead #masterlist #2024 #fanfic recommendation #daryl dixon #rick grimes #carl grimes #negan smith #gen fic #part 1

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♯ jojo’s bizarre adventure.

❛ more published works, coming soon !

( ღ ) headcanons —

frank ocean songs + jjba characters | more coming soon !

( ϟ ) drabbles/oneshots —

ghost!dio | muse, ft. painter!rohan kishibe | coming soon !

( ☾ ) longer fics —

stay, ft. DIO | the legend of the enchanted forest, ft. leone abbacchio | more coming soon !

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Wildest Dreams: Part 1

The box was set against the door, haphazardly knocked over without any real care. You had stopped before your dorm room and frowned, irritated by your packed items knocked over on the worn carpet hallway, knowing that you were only gone for a few minutes to talk to the RA.

At that time someone had knocked over the last box you had to take into your dorm room, and in the process of knocking over the box, had scattered some dirt from your plant onto the carpet.

You frowned and bent down to pick up your discarded belongings, setting them back up where they had belonged, and with as much dirt as you could manage to scoop back into the pot, you lifted the box from the floor and rest it upon your hip.

You balanced the last box while opening your door, scrambling to catch it before it toppled from your arms as the door, which had been sticky to open before, had all but flown open. Your first arrival at the university and your dorm had not gone like you had hoped, wracked with bad luck and irritations that made you wonder if transferring closer to home was a good idea. You were tired of having to travel back and forth for holidays, either by plane or bus.

The first year of travelling back home had been enough of a stressor for you and you were quickly over the long distance, after your transfer had been approved, you couldn’t have gotten out of the state fast enough. Now that you were closer to home, the travel distance was cut to a few mere hours instead of the egregious 10+ hours it had previously taken you.

With a huff, you set your box down on the mattress, fingers grazing the cardboard edge with every intention of unpacking the final bits of your university life, however, you were distracted by your phone vibrating on the desk in your room. You stepped away from your bed and grabbed your phone from the wood, swiping right to answer the call.

“Hi, mom.” You grabbed the chair out from under the desk and sat upon the cushion, pulling one leg up to your chest while the other stayed in place.

“Did you make it?” Your mom’s voice was echoing slightly through the speaker, her worry for you never ceasing, even if you were closer now than you had been the previous year.

“I told you I was, I had to go talk to the RA.” You rolled your eyes and switched your phone from one hand to the other and drummed your fingertips against the top of the desk, an anxious spike hitting you out of nowhere.

You had chewed the inside of your cheek while you listened to your mom speaking, knowing that she would ultimately end up back on the topic of who else had attended the university you were enrolled at. It was a topic you were not exactly overjoyed to talk about, not that you had any reason to be annoyed that you were at the same university.

The chances of you finding each other and being in each other’s circles were slim to none. They were endlessly devoted to their football team and each other, that was reason enough for you to avoid anything that could or would be a catalyst for you to find each other.

“Steve and Bucky will be excited to see you, they’re on the football team-“ Like clockwork, your mom’s ability to circle back to the topic of the two alphas you had known when you were in daycare was innate.

You stood from the desk and walked back toward the door, reaching for the brass handle and turning the knob. You opened the door and peered out into the hallway, for no other reason than to pace and keep yourself busy while your mom spoke.

“Mom, please.” You groan and attempt to shut the door behind you, the edge catching on the crumpled rug. “I haven’t seen them since I was like 5, what interest do I have in a couple of cocky meathead alphas?”

“You used to be close, Y/N. You used to be so close-“ She tried to reason with you, almost as if she was trying to influence you to go out of your way to find them on the vast campus instead of preparing yourself for your classes and settling in.

“-that you had to separate us so we could socialize properly. Trust me, mom, I’ve seen their Instagrams and they are nothing that I need.” You huff and land on the bed, staring up at the ceiling while holding the phone in your left hand, mindful of the box that’s taking up room near the edge of the mattress.

You had found their Instagrams unknowingly, unaware that it was even them until you had seen the two alphas wrapped up in each other at some bar. You had admired the artwork, the sketches that had been posted on Captain Turd’s Instagram page, completely unaware that it was Steve’s artwork.

And when it had come to Bucky’s insta, you had seen some of the scenic pictures he had taken of the field, it was admirable you admitted, oddly beautiful. Until you had seen the pictures of the cheerleaders they were hanging off of, and the claims that they enjoyed the taste of them as much as they enjoyed the taste of each other.

You had been turned off by the following that had offered themselves as the next flavour for them to enjoy.

It was your fault, their instas were suggested to you and you bit the bait. You had scrolled through them with unknowing admiration until you came to know who’s they were and what they liked.

You jumped to conclusions that were comfortable for you, irritating yet comfortable with the assumption they were fuckboys and meatheads, nothing was going to make you change your mind. You didn’t want to know more, not since you felt at odds with yourself over their Instagrams.

“Winnie and Sarah let them know you were coming to campus, I’m sure they’re eager to see you.” Your mom’s voice felt distant as if she was pulling away to take to a task.

You had hummed over what she said, confused because you didn’t think your mom had talked to their parents anymore, not since you had been pulled away from them while you were in daycare.

Your dad had gotten a job across the country, and your parents had only moved back when you graduated high school, and you had chosen to stay for university. It was your loneliness that made you want to return, it was the distance from your parents who had moved home, that made you want to transfer.

“I didn’t think you talked to them.” You aired your confusion, your eyebrows knit together. “I didn’t…you speak to them?”

“We live in the same town, Y/N. We’ve run into each other a few times. Winnie invited your dad and me over for dinner, you know it’s been a few years since George died.”

“I know,” you furrowed your brows and bit the inside of your cheek, “I watched the funeral online, we couldn’t make it.”

“And Sarah, she is part of this book club-“

“Mom, how much time do you spend with their parents?”

“We’re friends, Y/N. We’ve reconnected, would it kill you to do the same?” you could physically feel her sigh, it was as if you could feel the weight of her willingness to argue reaching through the phone.

“They’re as obsessed with football and cheerleaders as they are with each other. If they’re not doing one they’re doing the other.” You rolled your eyes discontent with the push for you to find them again, fuelled by your mom’s insistence to become friends with their moms.

“Y/N, don’t you want to see them? Your old daycare friends-“ She tried again, reiterating the fact that you three had been thick as thieves when you were younger, completely inseparable.

But that kind of distance had changed you, and it had likely changed them. The closeness that brought you together was detrimental to your social live’s and a separation had to happen. Now, you were grateful that you were separated. There was nothing that needed to be mended.

“Mom, I’ve changed. They’ve changed, it was a phase. Besides, I’m at university. I have other things to focus on.” You scouted a crack in the ceiling that you focused on while your mom spoke from the other side of the phone about how they were settling in and adjusting to their new place, and with their new old friends.

You were so focused on the call that you squeaked when you heard the sound of a fist pounding on the door, verbally and physically jumping out of fright. You hissed and sat up, dragging yourself to the edge of the bed, mindful of your box and the rest of your belongings.

You rose to your feet and descended from your bed, stumbling slightly over one of your books that you left laying on the floor, slowly opening the door to give whoever was on the other side hell.

Rather than seeing a person you saw a flier taped to the plain white door, held to the wood with a piece of sticky silver duct tape.

You stepped halfway out the door to read the paper, finding that it was an invitation to an introductory party that was going to be held on the football field, set up by the student union in partnership with the football team. You scoffed and ripped the paper from the door, crumbling it into as tight of a ball as you could manage before you threw it aside in the hallway.

“Promise you’ll give it some effort?” Your mom’s voice stirred you back into focus, though the prospect only seemed to annoy you further.

“Sure mom, I’ll do that.” You muttered under your breath, slamming the door shut. “Right after I land on mars.”

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