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the people's princess | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x princess!reader (selin yagcioglu faceclaim)

everyone thought charles was the princess of monaco but when the real one comes out hiding and slowly inserts herself into the world of f1, suddenly 2 princesses don't seem so bad i know very little about royalty and monarchs so uhh dont come for me

princessyn.updates

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princessyn.updates meet the 22-year-old Princess, who is set to be Monaco's first female monarch since the 17th century. Y/N has kept out of the spotlight for much of her youth as she focused on academics until recently where it is announced she attended Collège Alpin Beau Soleil in Switzerland and Kings College of London

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genzprincesses where the hell has she been hiding

userjanessa this is now a y/n fan account

perceval_lordsharl this is a lie, charles leclerc is the TRUE princess of monaco

monacomonarchynews

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monacomonarchynews The 23-year-old Princess, Y/N is the only child of Albert II, Prince of Monaco. Y/N has studied abroad in the United States, Sweden and in Dubai up until recently. She has now returned to Monaco and has shifted her studies to the Monarchy.

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userjanessa this is conflicting information

ynismommy hello didn't another account say shes 22 and studied in switzerland and london?? what is the truth

allthefandoms so no one knows anything about her is what it seems like

fantasy_leagues_lewis kinda sus...charles would never

driverupdates

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driverupdates charles leclerc seen back in monaco following the australian grand prix!

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hunnyseb he's calling fred and putting in his 2 weeks after the chaos that was sunday

sharls16 hes angry but he's pretty

pole.positions he needs this break more than any other driver lmaaao

yn.ofmonaco

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yn.ofmonaco happy to be home

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ynfanclub she is the moment

userjanessa i've been WAITING for her first post and the princess did not dissapoint

sharls16 maybe charles will be in a better mood once he meets the literal princess of monaco

happyhamilton ??? are they. .. supposed to meet? sharls16 i mean, why wouldn't they? he's f1 royalty and she's ROYALTY royalty both from monaco lestappen i would pay so much money to see them together r u kidding

princessyn.updates

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princessyn.updates Y/N has just arrived at the Fondation Prince Albert II de Monaco Gala ! This is the first public event she has attended but we hope to see more of her as she settles into life as a Royal in Monaco

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ynismommy okay i luv her

yellowferrari wait didn't charles go to this thing last year?? what if he's here this year too 👀👀

charschumick ARE WE GONNA GET A ROYAL ON ROYAL MEET UP FINALLY

yn.ofmonaco

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yn.ofmonaco so happy to have been able to attend the Fondation Prince Albert II de Monaco gala tonight, as a girl i was always so inspired by my father and what he has given back to this country. I can't wait to have a bigger role in this organisation moving forward ♡

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ynismommy oh shes smart kind AND charitable

user.schumacher if charles doesn't date her i will

ferrarisandmclarens lewis hamilton what are you doing here in her likes

gussellreorge im sorry but the fact that she doesnt even follow 8 time world champion lewis hamilton but he's still out here liking her pictures...like the drivers know shes a catch leclercswatch idc about her and lewis i care about the non-existent her and charles

princessyn.updates

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princessyn.updates Princess Y/N is back in Boston this week as she has been invited to be a keynote speaker at Massachusetts Institute of Technology

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usermclaren ok so we all heard that charles liked this post and came here to see if it was true right

sharl16 he's making moves usermclaren is he?

bottasspls so is she a business bitch or a princess

ynismommy both

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yn.ofmonaco

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yn.ofmonaco What a whirlwind couple of days! I will never take anything in life for granted, thank you mitsloan for inviting me back to speak to future graduates and thank you to the kind stranger at the train station who helped me figure out where I was going (also I just learned what a photo dumb was...did I do it right?)

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ynismommy sweetheart its a photo DUMP

mclarenstractors my favorite thing about Y/N is that she understands social media about as much as my 45 year old mother does

pierregasly 8/10 on the boston dump

yn.ofmonaco That's a passing grade, I will take it!

francisca.cgomes

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francisca.cgomes what's better than a last minute trip to nyc

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pierregasly you almost said no

francisca.cgomes but i made it

camii_18 her and pierre are so cute 🥺🥺

bottastappen am i insane or is that the princess of monaco herself in that last picture

ynismommy Y/N was hanging out with kika AND pierre?? i need a 2000 word essay on how this came to be with citations

sharlandsainz but where is charles why isn't he in any photos or did he leave before the princess showed up 🥲

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yn.ofmonaco

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yn.ofmonaco Art has always been a passion of mind and to be able to accompany Establishment Preschool Des Carmes during their trip to the art gallery was so inspiring and I hope to do it again soon with other schools

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ynfanclub she is quite literally an angel

formulafirstpls i have it in my head that she is genuinely the sweetest person to ever exist and honestly, i think i'm right

francisca.cgomes 🥹🥹

charles_leclerc Quelle expérience amusante! What a fun experience!

yn.ofmonaco Tu devrais nous rejoindre la prochaine fois! You should join us next time! liked by charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc miamiiiii 🌴☀️🏎 ready for the weekend

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scuderiaferrari game face on

f1mia we're ready for the ferrari boys 🏎❤️

yn.ofmonaco Make Monaco proud!

charles_leclerc i will do my best 😊

yn.ofmonaco

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yn.ofmonaco It only makes sense that my first Grand Prix is Monaco❤️ While I'm thankful for the experiences I had as a child that led me to studying around the world, I must say it's an incredible feeling to be home and cheering on charles_leclerc and scuderaferrari 🏁

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scuderiaferrari and we're so happy to have you here ❤️

ynismommy SHES CHEERING ON CHARLES

ynfanclub WHY WOULDN'T SHE BE HE'S LITERALLY FROM MONACO

sharl16 one princess cheering on another princess

charles_leclerc 😊😊😊😊

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scuderiaferrari And for the first time Charles Leclerc is a RACE WINNER at his home race, the pinnacle of Motorsport, THE MONACO GRAND PRIX🏁🏎😎 Well deserved win for our Monegasque driver❤️

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charles_leclerc thank you thank you❤️

yn.ofmonaco Well deserved indeed! Well done charles_leclerc!

charles_leclerc thank you y/n😊 means even more that you and your family were there to watch today liked by yn.ofmonaco yellowferraris this is not a drill, the princess of monaco has FINALLY followed charles back and now they are being all cute and friendly in the comments hannah_notmontana she was waiting for him to actually make monaco proud before tossing the follow 💀💀

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yn.ofmonaco Had to go through the archives to find this one, but congratulations to my longtime friend charles_leclerc for his Monaco win today! Sundays are officially my new favourite day of the week❤️

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charles_leclerc so much love for you, merci y/n

ynfanclub YA'LL THEY HAVE BEEN FRIENDS THIS WHOLE TIME ARE YOU KIDDING

ynismommy oh my good god we've been bamboozled

pierregasly now that the princess is out of hiding you have to give the crown back charles_leclerc

yn.ofmonaco What does this mean? pierregasly charles has been deemed monaco's princess since you have been gone🤣 charles_leclerc 😐😐😐 yn.ofmonaco Ohh, it's okay charles_leclerc you can keep the crown as long as I get the title haha charles_leclerc i am not a princess scuderiaferrari not with that attitude liked by yn.ofmonaco and pierregasly

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hii i love love how u write spencer omds🥸

uhh i was wondering if you could write sth based off the song “we’ll never have sex” by leith ross? pls dont feel pressured to write this btw😭😭😭 hope ur having a good day lovely💗💗

hello my love i have no self control so this is extremely long and plotty but i love this song and i hope that this is any good at all crying emoji (i'm on a laptop LOL) enjoy!!

warnings/tags: angst/fluff, fem!reader, negative self-talk from reader, mentions of past sexual coercion/feeling used, mentions of past excessive drinking to combat social anxiety, ive been watching a lot of new girl lately and i think it shows, SO FRIENDS TO LOVERS, happy ending

You weren’t expecting to end up on Spencer Reid’s worn-leather couch at two in the morning, clutching a chipped mug of coffee in your hands as you listen to the sounds of the city from the street below. But there you are, sitting with your legs folded under you, in your favorite dress and first date-night makeup (now bleeding and smudged from all the crying.) And realizing that despite considering him one of your closest friends, you haven’t been to his apartment in a long time. There are, of course, good reasons for that—but you try to push those from your mind. 

“I’m really sorry about this,” you sigh, staring at your warped reflection in the glassy black surface of your coffee. Spencer is coming out of the small kitchen, now bearing his own cup. 

“Please, stop apologizing.” 

You glance up, tentatively studying him from behind the safety of your mug. While he may not have been asleep when you knocked on his door ten minutes ago, lachrymose and barely verbal, he must have been getting ready for bed. He’s clad in patterned pajama pants, mismatched socks, and an FBI crewneck that is just big enough to reveal the collar of the tee-shirt underneath. He’s already taken out his contacts, and you were startled by the reminder that he also has glasses. 

“So...” he begins, bringing you back to the present moment, “we don't have to talk about anything, if you don’t want to, but...” 

You sigh, watching coffee bubbles swirl like stars in a galaxy. 

“It’s fine. Honestly, I’m kind of embarrassed. I didn’t really think, I just... ended up here.” 

“Yeah... where did you come from?” he laughs quietly. “Not that I’m complaining. But I recall you not living super close by.” 

“No, no. I was actually on a date. Kind of.” 

“Ah.” There’s a beat of silence, and ostensibly Spencer is waiting for you to say more, but instead you take a sip from your mug. “At two in the morning?” You nod dully, staring at the labyrinthine pattern of the Persian rug.  

“I’m taking it that it wasn’t a very good date...?” 

A whoosh of air escapes from your puffed cheeks. 

“No it was not. Not by the end, anyway. It actually started really well, which made it even more disappointing when he...” you laugh, but there’s not much humor in it. “Well, when he kicked me out of his car on a street corner because I didn’t want to sleep with him.” 

You don’t look to see Spencer’s reaction—only take another long, baleful sip of coffee and ignore the heavy silence.  

“I’m really sorry. You... you deserve so much better than that.” 

An attempt at a jaded scoff from you falls flat. 

“Yeah, well. Tell that to the last three white house interns I’ve gone on dates with. It’s the same thing every time.” 

“Have you considered going on fewer dates with white house interns...?” The nervous humor is a thin veil over genuine critique. You shrug, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“It’s not just them. Every single guy I’ve liked since I was 15 has been like this. Even my past relationships, I felt like I was almost... tricked into, you know? I mean, these guys, they act all understanding and willing to take it slow or whatever, until you’re in a relationship, and suddenly they’re guilt tripping you so hard and making you feel so obligated to...” you catch yourself just in time, glancing up at Spencer. You’re not sure what to make of his expression. The drawn brow and slightly squinted eyes trained so intently on you could be sympathy, or anger, or pity, or apathy—you look away, not sure you even want to know what he’s thinking. “Sorry. You don’t need to hear all about that. Basically romance is exhausting and since I’ll clearly be single forever I’m considering running away to join a nunnery.” 

When he doesn’t respond for too long, you look back up quizically. 

“I’m not sure you know what romance actually is,” he says as soon as your gaze meets his, like the eye-contact activated some kind of hair-trigger in his vocal box. 

You blink, lowering the coffee cup to your lap. 

Says Spencer Reid? 

“...sorry?” 

He flushes, stammering to clarify himself. 

“I just meant—I—I know I’m not exactly fighting women off with a stick—” he interrupts himself with a self-conscious (adorable) laugh— “but... but I have been in love, at least once.”  

“Maeve,” you say, gently—trying to shove down bitter guilt as you remember how jealous you’d been when Spencer had first told you about her. “I remember.” 

He swallows and nods. 

“We never even met—we just talked. All the time. I had no idea what she looked like. But it didn’t matter at all. Because I knew her, and I loved her. Maybe things would have gone further if I hadn’t been calling her from public phone booths, but that wasn’t the most important thing to either of us. We were still in love.” You try to shut out the sharp ache in your chest. Being jealous of the way he speaks about a dead woman is so wrong.  

“What I’m trying to say is that romance isn’t solely about sex, or even physical appearance. It sounds to me like you’ve been with a lot of men who don’t understand that. And it would be such a shame for you to write romance off in general before you even get to experience it. You are... an extraordinary woman. You’re funny, and intelligent, and kind, and so capable of being loved. One day, someone is going to see beyond your pulchritude and prove that to you. I hope you let them try.” 

More tears blur the pattern on the rug, pooling in the rims of your eyes before spilling down your cheeks in fast, fat drops. Shakily you set the cup down, resting your elbows on your knees and hiding your face in your hands. You sniff once. Twice. Shake your head quickly, attempting to wipe the tears away without further smearing your makeup everywhere. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Spencer breathes, leaning forward but obviously unsure how to comfort you. “Please don’t cry, I wasn’t--I was trying to do the opposite of this.” 

“No, I’m sorry! You didn’t have to—you didn’t—I’m sorry. That was way too nice.” 

But you're not crying because he was nice.  

Someone will love you, but not me. That’s all you can hear. 

His voice is a mere whisper when he next speaks. 

“I meant every word.” 

You take a shuddering breath, allowing yourself a moment of reprieve behind the peaceful black of your eyelids. You can’t be looking at his face when you say what you’re about to say. 

“I had a crush on you for the longest time, you know.” 

Ringing silence. But it doesn’t last as long as you’d imagined. It’s not as world ending. 

“Had?” 

The little smile in his voice is like a fist around your heart. 

“Yeah. You know what changed?” 

“What’s that?” 

Absolutely nothing. 

“Every time I got super drunk and started hitting on you, you’d just drive me home. And I did it a lot. Like, for months. But you were such a gentleman. It drove me fucking crazy. So eventually I figured you just didn’t like me and I gave up.” 

Another stretch of silence. A breeze comes in from the open window, fluttering the curtains and cooling the tears on your face. His response is sad when it finally comes. 

“You thought I didn’t like you because I didn’t try to take advantage of you when you were drunk?” 

“Pretty much.” You smile ruefully, fingertips still pressed over your eyes. “God, listen to me. No wonder I get treated like garbage.” 

“Stop. Don’t talk about yourself like that. Did you hear anything I just said?” 

You sniff, looking to the ceiling. 

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. It was really sweet.” 

More silence. 

“But you don’t believe it.” 

A bitter laugh poisons the air around you. 

“I don’t know.  I’m kind of tired of waiting for someone to prove it to me. Just for once, I want someone to be interested in me beyond having sex in the back of their fucking... Range Rover, or whatever. Like, maybe all that stuff you said is true, but there’s no evidence to support it, and I know logically you’re probably right but I can’t help wondering if... if I’m the outlier. Maybe there just isn’t someone for me like that. Maybe I’m just gonna be the sex in the back of the Range Rover girl forever.” 

A noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob forces itself from your throat and you bury your face in your hands again, shaking your head. 

“Wow, I am so sorry,” you say a little too loudly, “I did not mean to be this honest tonight. Did you spike my coffee?” 

“You are not the outlier,” Spencer whispers.  

You sniff, lifting your head haltingly to look at him. 

“What?” 

His voice shakes slightly as he speaks. 

“You said you can’t help wondering if you’re the outlier, and maybe there just isn’t someone for you like that. That’s not true.” 

“Spencer, those are just words. You can’t possibly know that. Statistical probabilities don’t count.” 

“That’s... that’s not how I know.” 

Your heart drops as you study his face.  

No. 

Surely he’s not saying what you think he’s saying. 

Surely he wouldn’t do this to you after you’ve just told him everything you told him. You have been harboring feelings for him for years. Since you met. He can’t just spring this on you one night because you’re a little bummed out. If he felt the same, you would have found out a long time ago; he had ample opportunity to tell you. There was a period of months where you practically threw yourself all over him at every chance you got, and he did nothing. So this... this is just cruel—something you’ve never known Spencer Reid to be. 

You stand up, trembling slightly with rage and grief and humiliation. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t say things that you don’t mean just to make me feel better.” 

“What are you doing? Don’t--” 

You scoop up your purse, trying to get to the front door as fast as your gelatinous legs will allow. More tears are streaming down your face now and you don’t need him to see what he’s done to you—to see how much you care what he thinks. 

“It’s fine. Thanks for the coffee, I’ll see you around—” 

A hand around your wrist stops you in your tracks 

“Stop. Just... please give me a second to talk, okay?” 

With nothing left to give, you turn to him. 

“Don’t be mean, Spencer. Don’t act like you liked me too. That makes me feel... so much worse.” 

He takes a deep, shaky breath, as if steeling himself. Tawny eyes bore into your soul, and you realize that there is so much sheer nervous energy radiating off of him it’s infectious. Your heart begins to pound as he speaks. 

“I’m not doing that. I’m being an idiot, because you just told me that you don’t feel that way about me anymore but... but I do. And I have to tell you now because for six months I tortured myself wondering why you would flirt with me so much when you were hammered and then act like nothing happened the next day. There were so many times I almost told you how I felt but I didn’t and now I am because even if it ruins our friendship you need to know that somebody... that I wanted to be that person for you. I still do.” 

Your heart is like an unmoored zeppelin in your chest, bumping against your esophagus and threatening to either burst or jump out of your mouth. You take your chances, whispering so quietly it’s almost inaudible. 

“You... you like me?” 

“Yes,” Spencer sighs. “I have liked you for a very long time. And I’m sorry—” 

Whatever ridiculous thing he was going to apologize for, you don’t give him the chance. Instead you launch yourself at him, capturing his lips in a kiss that feels so much better than it’d ever been in your fantasies because it’s real. You hear his sharp intake of breath, but it only takes a second for him to respond, cradling your face in his hands like you’re the entire world. For a moment, time bends. Years of longing, of buried dreams crash into the present in a brilliant, dazzling explosion.

And then, as quickly as it started, he pulls away. The absence of his touch is like a vacuum, so much worse now that you know exactly how it feels to have his lips on yours, even if it was only for a few seconds. How the hell did you live like that for so long? How are you supposed to live like that ever again?

“You’re not thinking clearly,” he breathes, tilting his head back toward the ceiling like he’s barely holding onto his self control. “You just want someone to comfort you, I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re in an emotionally vulnerable state and confided in me which is manufacturing a false sense of attachment—” 

You grab his wrists, which still graze your jaw.

“Spencer, stop intellectualizing for thirty seconds. I promise you I am thinking clearly.” 

“You said you used to like me, past tense—” 

“Yeah, I did. Do you believe every single murderer who says he didn’t do it?” 

“No, but—” 

“Have you ever heard the phrase; a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts?” 

“Of course I have.” 

“Then what more could you possibly need to be convinced that I really like you? I already kissed you! What is stopping you?” 

Another deep breath is taken by him that seems to suck all the air out of the quiet room. Briefly, you wonder if you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake. If you really do like him so much more than he could ever like you.  

Until he looks back down, eyes so golden-brown in the dim light, so kind and full of affectionate concern as he carefully assesses every square centimeter of your face, looking for... well, you’re not exactly sure what. It’s like he’s extracting every thought from your head, turning them over like sun-warmed stones until he finds what he’s looking for. He smooths his hands over your hair, brushing strands away from your teary face. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of holding your breath, he speaks. 

“I just want you to believe what I believe about you. But I don’t want you to have to rely on me or anyone else for your own self-worth.” 

“Well, don’t you think very highly of yourself,” you tease with a sniffle. He laughs—it's quiet, but his smile is so bright without even trying that suddenly you can’t remember why you’ve ever been sad. The small miracle of his laughter makes you feel so light, and you realize it has nothing to do with the way he makes you feel about yourself. It has everything to do with who he is. 

Once the giggles die down, you tentatively mirror his hold on your face. 

“Spencer, I don’t like you because you like me. I’ve liked you for an embarrassingly long time. I liked you enough that I gave myself a severe hangover at least once a week for three months just so I could have an excuse to flirt shamelessly with you.” 

A half-sad smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, and he gently swipes under your eyes. 

“You never had to do that. I would have welcomed your sober brazen flirting with open arms.” 

“Well... do you believe me?” you plead. His amber eyes shine. 

“I do.” 

“Will you kiss me?” 

“If that’s what you want.” 

You nod, rising on your toes to meet him halfway. 

When your lips meet again, it is sweet, and honest, and slow, and deep. Still, there is no desperation--no race to an imagined finish line, no clash of teeth and pawing hands. It is a kiss for the sake of it—as if it were the greatest intimacy. Not a precursor to sharing a bed, but something bigger than that in and of its own. Something just as worthy and important. For the first time, you think you’re beginning to understand romance. And while you wouldn’t mind if things did escalate, you also know that Spencer knows that’s not what matters right now. Because he actually understands you—he actually cares. He will wait until you understand that you mean so much more than that to him.

To that end, he pulls away, gently supplanting his absence with a kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

“It would be polite of me to offer you a ride home, wouldn’t it?” he whispers, like it’s the last thing he wants to do. You bite the inside of your cheek, coming up with reasons not to go. One ridiculous one arises from the depths of your memory that you know he won’t be able to say no to. 

“Or... I could stay here, and we could watch one of those nerdy foreign films you’re always talking about?” 

A slow, perfect, high-watt smile blossoms on his face, and you know you’ve said exactly the right thing. 

“Nerdy? Oh, my darling girl... Soviet-era filmography is far from nerdy. небесная машина will completely defy what you thought you knew about the life of an average Russian villager in the 1950’s.” 

“Oh, good. Because I’ve really been meaning to change the way I think about the average 1950’s Russian villager,” you smile, already closing in to kiss him again. 

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epilogue

Three hours later, you’re crying because the life of the average Russian villager in the 1950’s was so much worse than you’d previously thought. 

“It was good, right?” Spencer asks as the credits roll over a bleak snowy sepia landscape, leaning back to get a better look at you. You sit up from where you’d been leaning against him, furiously wiping your eyes. 

“It was terrible! Why didn’t you tell me that everyone except the kid dies in the end?!” 

“Because that’s the whole point of the movie!” he laughs, pulling you back into him. “I’m sorry. I probably should have explained how depressing this entire era of film was outside of the US.” 

“And also how long the movies were. I was not prepared for how many five minute long clips of empty fields there were going to be.” 

“You’re right,” he ammends, wrapping his arms around you in a way that gives you butterflies and makes you sleepy at the same time. “Next time we can watch whatever you want to watch.” 

Time passes like that—you in his arms, watching weak light slowly flood the room with half-lidded eyes and listening to the sounds of the city waking up from the street below, underscoring the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Thoughts float by like leaves on the ever-flowing current of your mind, and you’re happy to let them pass until one in particular catches your attention. 

“Spencer?” 

He hums, like he’d been deep in his own proverbial river of thought. 

“What does pulchritude mean?” 

It takes him a split second to remember the bit of conversation from earlier to which you are referring, but when he does, he chuckles, running his hand over your messy hair. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

And so you let it float away. 

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[mooneeswrld]

WHAT IS LIKE TO BE QUEEN ?

(CHAOS!ARTHURxREADER)

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pairings : agedup!chaos!athur x reader

warnings : forced marriage, mention of blood, violence, overprotecting, a bit of yandere, chaos power, slight dirty talks.

summary : as a daughter of a brilliant knight of Liones, you grown up in a abusive familyhood. you then escaped of this situation and someone’s knight were looking for a bride for their king just as they saw you running out…

PROLOGUE -> PT.1 -> PT.2

“i cannot…ah…just stay there…ah…while doing nothing…!” I said to myself while I was running without turning back as my drunk father yelled to me to come home and stop my “bullshits”.

I was still in my street, not running fast because of my heavy armor and sword. but the good side is that I wasn’t being chased by an alcoholic person that I call “father”.

so I stopped running for a while, my face all red because of the effort. I started walking out of Liones till I bump in someone with long white hair.

“ow…watch where you’re goin-“ I exclaimed till I face the person that turned back.

wait…

“sorry miss !!” said the freaking prince Tristan surrounded by his…friends ?

“o-oh ! do not apologise your majesty it’s for me I-“ I’ve been cut by him chuckling curiously. we know each other slightly, my dad know his dad a bit so we saw each other often.

“oh come on, (y/n), not those manners between us !!” he smiled at me after saying that. I smiled back but nervously, I was kinda hurry.

“oh okay, if you say so, Tristan” I chuckled softly between my words. I looked at the people behind him and looked at a girl that was clearly scaring me. she looked at me with furious eyes, that’s a girl I often saw around Tristan and two other guys.

“anyway, what were you doing in such a hurry ?” those words were from a guy I recognised between all : Lancelot. I frowned, knowing he knew about my abusive father. I then thought again about the fact that I needed to leave right the way.

“u-uh…doing exercises !!” I said seriously but nervous too because I was lying.

“LIAR !” screamed a blue haired girl from behind a lil man with a purple helmet. I jumped as she screamed and looked at her with wide eyes. how could she know anything about me and my reason to leave ??

“I-uh…excuse me…what ?” I said kinda nervous because of the feeling of all the gaze on me.

“I said : you’re lying” she said sure of herself.

“how can you be sure of that ?” I asked without any bad talking, I was just so confused. as she was going to talk about her “thing”, Lancelot explained.

“she can see when people are lying, blah blah blah… anyway, what. were. you. running. off. from ??” he frowned as Tristan did too. I started feeling stress in my tummy.

“I-uhh…I was-“ I’ve been cut again by Tristan touching my shoulder while saying with worried eyes.

“do you want me to call my father for any help ?? he could talk to your paren-“ he had been cut too by me saying clearly and loudly “nope !”

“DON’T CUT WHEN SIR PRINCE TRISTAN LIONES IS TALKING !” yelled the freaking scary girl that was staring at me badly since I got here.

the little kid with a purple helmet said with all his innocence which was so cute “hello ! I’m Percival ! who are you ?”

I jumped again “what are their problems ?? they are all talking at the same time : there’s a girl screaming at me “liar” another tell me life lessons, a boy is presenting himself and Tristan is saying if I need help of his father !!”

calm down (y/n).

before I could say it, Lancelot did it : “wow, guys, you’re all talking at the same time ! calm down !!”

I felt my tension decrease slowly as I looked at the little boy and said with a nice smile “hey ! I’m (y/n) nice to meet you Percival !”

he smiled and chuckled before saying “nice to meet you too !”

“anyways guys i really need to go now…for my reasons.” I started walking forward again before a hand placed on my shoulder.

“will we met again, (y/n) ?” said Tristan with a worried look before I saw Lancelot having the same look. I chuckled before turing to them.

“of course we will, I promise”

he smiled as a relief before I waved to them and ran back out of Liones.

~~~~

as I ran out of Liones, a bag of clothes in my hands, I couldn’t stop thinking about ‘what if Tristan tell his dad ??’

but I trust Tristan, he know that I wasn’t okay with it, he wouldn’t do it…right ?

I stopped running when I bumped into someone in the stable at the exit of Liones. the shock ad a sound of two metals hitting each other. am I bumping into everyone now or what ?

“excuse me” I said not bothering looking at the man, a knight to be more precise.

the man said nothing, just looking at me weirdly. he was looking at me like some model that needed to be perfect. suddenly he touched my hair, I then gasped, reminding of an old memory. I then slapped his hand out of my hairs and looked furiously at him.

“what do you think you’re doing ?!” I exclaimed calmly but with a furious tone.

“would you see yourself as a queen ?”

my eyes widen, what was he on about ?? I felt the aura of others knights hiding somewhere. I felt my breath heavier. and looked at him to respond.

“what are you talking about, you fool ? I won’t marry Tristan !!” I exclaimed slightly confused. I started walking to my horse, trying to get out of this…trap I think ?

“I’m not talking of Liones here” he said with a more serious tone. his eyes locked on me, trying to look at my body trough my armor.

I gasped as I prepared my horse, nearly finished so I can ran out.

“w-well…no, I know it’s some random jokes. now if you’ll excuse me” I said as he chuckled after it. I jumped on my horse looking at him from the top of my horse.

he smiled and said “we’ll see about that then. we will met again, and this time we will take you and bring you to our king”.

I gasped and turn my horse around and started going away from the stable and them. why is this day so awful ??

~~~~

as hours passed fast, my horse felt more and more tired and the was going to let his place to the moon. I then thought that I needed to stop at an hostel. I then went to closer village from where I was.

when I finally saw a village where people lived peacefully. I put my horse in the stable of the village. and then rushed in the hostel, it was already the night.

the hostel was a small one. after I prayed, wishing there was still free rooms, I entered in.

“hello ma’am ! how can I help you ?” said the person directly when I entered : which makes me jump.

“hello, can I get a room for tonight. I’m alone” I smiled slightly at the old man.

“uuh…let me check…yeah…we have still two rooms free so you can get a room” said the old man as he took a key behind him. “It’ll be the room 5”

I took the keys and said thanks and good night as I started walking to my room. when I entered, I heard loud man laugh on the room beside mine, great. I entered my room and started taking my shower.

as I stopped the water and was ready to dry myself, I stopped. I was frozen in place as I heard the conversation of my neighbours.

“yeah…ahah ! King Arthur is searching for a wife…I think our mission is over since we found this girl thus morning in the stable…ahahah, it was quick !”

wait…

what did he said ??!

I started panicking, my first move is to grab my towel and dry myself with a fast and nervous way. ‘(y/n), you’re completely alone right now, if they happen to see you…as the knights of King Arthur…you’re dead’

this night, I didn’t slept well : you know why.

~~~~

the next morning got really fast. you woke up, got ready and got out of your room to checkout the night as the freaking knights were in the bar of the hostel. you gasped, panicking again when the old man called you loudly.

“good morning ma’am ! was everything okay ?”

you wanted to crush his face against his fucking desk. you took a big inspiration and walked in. feeling the gaze of the knights.

“I’d like to checkout” you said as you glared at the poor old man. you then payed and walked fast out of the hostel but…a hand grabbed your shoulder.

“we met again…ma’am” said the knight of the other day. I decided to act dumb :

“excuse me, who are you ?” you said as you grabbed his hand on your shoulder, put it away and glared at him.

“oh, don’t worry, you’ll know soon”

“wait,wha-“ after this, I felt a big blow on the said of my head that knocked me down…

shit…

*to be continued*

#fanfiction #arthur pendragon #four knights of the apocalypse #4kota #arthur nnt #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins x reader #sevendeadlysins #sds arthur #nnt arthur x reader #arthur nnt x reader #°̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·✧—moonee delivers

[onedayimgonnasnap]

Meeting His Parents

Floyd Leech X (G/N) Reader

Type: Crack & Fluff

(Ngl If you date Floyd- Have fun surviving-)

Also mentions for those contributed to the idea

@morpheuscorner-blog @u-ntitled-s-eries @sleepy-sick @marvelous-maxi @hipsterteller @sleepybunzzz

@lana-nanana @applesaucer

You never expected this…

You were at the Ramshackle on the couch eating some ice cream til you gotta call from someone.

You wished you never answered because if you didn’t then oh boy, how relaxed you would have been.

“Shrimmmpy It’s an emergency”

Oh boy…

“Me and Jade are in iron bars hehe”

“GOD DAMNIT-“

How did this even happen you have no damn clue.

“HOW'D THIS HAPPEN FLOYD?”

“Welllll-“

Flashback;

A student made a deal with Azul, basically for better grades. However the student got cocky and didn’t give his half of the bargain leaving Azul there like a fool.

So Azul sent Jade and Floyd to take care of it…

Jade and Floyd broke into a students dorm, the student was from Ignihyde, so he basically thought that with the amount of security and tech plus making a deal with Crowley for online classes would save him from Azul’s original wrath.

It didn’t.

Floyd broke in through the vents on the ceiling and Jade broke down the metal door with a psychotic grin.

There were particles from the ceiling coming down since the whole ceiling fell, as the student tried to run past Jade just to trip on air.

When the student fell to the floor a hand grabbed his head to make him face two sadistic eels.

——

The look you had at the moment, your mouth and eyes both wide open.

“Uhh Shrimpy? Hello?” Floyd Called out

To be honest you knew what you were getting into when dating the little bastard.

Except your relationship started with Floyd following you around and teasing you. It was pure Stockholm syndrome.

That’s the excuse you gave Ace at least, because you’d have to be crazy to date the strange eel.

“Floyd…”

“Yes?” You can hear his happy voice through the phone.

“What the fuck-“

.

.

.

You were pissed the fuck off. Not only are you spending your allowance. Hard earned money, testifying in court, and you had to meet the bastard's parents.

How does all of this happen in one singular day?

You got ready in your nicest clothes, getting some cash, you dropped off Grimm to play with Ace and Deuce.

You even brought chocolate to buy his parents' favor for you. This is bad the moment the fish mafia decides they don’t like you? Who knows what will happen.

You ended up at the front of the school’s discipline department where Floyd and Jade are being locked up.

As you walked in they didn’t even bother checking you due to the fact you were magicless and that you were a regular from the first years shenanigans.

As you walked up to the cell Jade and Floyd were you heard the most ear piercing scream.

“SHRIMMPY. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, IM SO HAPPY!!!”

Floyd screamed trying to somehow fit between the tight bars wanting to hug you.

“Hello prefect, are you here to help us prisoners out?” Jade smiled in a teasing way knowing you were pissed off.

“Cmon don’t give us that look Shrimpy, me and Jade are as innocent as dolphins-“

“Wrong sea creature Floyd, dolphins are menaces.”

“No he’s right you both are menaces like a dolphin.” You said while glaring at them both.

Floyd and Jade began to fake cry, you were so done with them both.

You looked down at your phone because you needed to check the time however-

“FLOYD GOD DAMN DON'T EAT THE CHOCOLATE FROM MY BAG THAT'S NOT FOR YOU-“

“WHAT DOES SHRIMPY HAVE ANOTHER EEL IN THEIR LIFE?!” Floyd began to sob uncontrollably.

“THEY'RE FOR YOUR PARENTS WHO SHOULD'VE USED PROTECTION WHEN THEY MADE YOU JADE-“

You began to choke him while he had chocolate in his mouth.

Jade, clearly amused at the scene, started giggling evilly.

“MY BABIES!! WHAT HAPPENED?!” A voice yelled out.

Oh shit-

“Now who is this?” Asked a tall man with teal hair and golden eyes.

Immediate panic bestowed upon you as you saw both Mr. leech and Mrs. Leech walked in the room.

Mrs. Leech clearly in mother bear mode was about to run at you and kill you,

“This is Shrimpy!!! They’re my partner!” Floyd said happily, knowing the exact situation you were in.

Jade started laughing even more at the situation.

“OH SO THIS IS YOUR PARTNER!? THEY'RE SO CUTE. LOOK HOW TINY THEY ARE!!” Mama leech ran up to you just to squeeze you.

You felt bones pop.

“EHH, MAMA NOO THEY ARE MY SHRIMPY-“ Floyd yelled and began to rattle the cage as his mother squeezed you putting your face against her chest as you started to turn purple.

Floyd was clearly jealous.

Mr. Leech who was already clearly amused.

“Aww you poor dear, did Floyd blackmail you into a relationship? He did that all the time in his Elver years when he wanted to make friends.”

He laughed.

“That’s not true-“ Floyd pouted.

“I recall that was true, you chased down a mermaid for friendship once brother.” Jade grinned.

“Also mother you might wanna let go of your dear son's lover. They’re turning purple.” Jade said.

“Oh right sorry, I can’t let the future member of our group die on me.” His mother giggled.

“Now then, I think I would like to spoil Floyd’s partner! Sorry boys but mama’s gotta make sure this one stays.”

Mrs. Leech yelled while grabbing your hand, dragging your hand away from the cell.

“Yea boys sorry, this is your problem now.” Mr. Leech smiled while running after his wife.

Floyd and Jade are now panicking as their last phone call was used.

#twisted wonderland fanfiction #twst x you #twst fluff #twst crack #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #Disney #twst floyd #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech #leech family #fish mafia #twst x reader

[lottiette]

Hi sweetie!! you're very good, I really like Billy fics, would you like to do one where Billy introduces his (still unofficial) girlfriend during a family dinner?

I would love it, hope you have a great day 🫶

luv u

Billy Thunderman X Reader

“What Are We?”

summery- Billy I introduces you, his unofficial girlfriend, to his family.

Authors note: Hey Anon! Thanks for the request. I apologize that this is kinda short and maybe not the best. I couldn’t really think of ideas but I hope you enjoy this. Feel free to provide feedback and advice.

Word count- 833

Warnings- none.

You were with Billy in his room studying for upcoming exams. It was more procrastination than studying but…you know. When you arrived there no one was home yet. It was just you and Billy. Nora went to hang out with some friends and everybody else was somewhere out. Nora came home at some point coming into the room to hang out with yall for a few minutes, then a few hours later you heard the door open and a middle aged woman speak, “Kids! We’re home.” “OKAY!” Billy and Nora yelled down. You and Billy continued to study, mess around, play fight, maybe kiss a few times. Who knows?-

Around 5:30pm another yell came from the middle aged woman. “Dinner is ready!” You hear a bunch of foot steps running down stairs. You huff, “Well, I guess I’ll take my leave now then.” You start collecting your things and Billy stops you, “Why? You don’t want to stay for dinner?” “Well I mean, there probably isn’t an-“ he cuts you off “Nonsense, stay and eat. I know how much you like food.” “I wasn’t really invite-“ “You’re invited! Plus I’m sure my family would love to meet you.” “Are you sure?” “Totally. Come on!” He grabs your hand and starts running down stairs with you(not with his powers)

You both make it down stairs to the kitchen and see his whole family already there. They all turn and look at you. You stand there awkwardly Quasimodo-ing into your self. “Um Billy who’s that?” The woman who you presume to be his mother asks. “Huh? Oh! This is ‘reader’.” “‘Reader’ this is my mom,” his mother shakes your hand “I’m Barb. Nice to meet you.” You nod and speak shyly, “nice to meet you.” “This is my dad,” His father gives you a firm hand shake, “Hank.” “My older brother Max and my sister Phoebe, they’re the twins.” “Hello” Phoebe say pleasantly while Max just gives you a head nod and a “sup” “and you already know Nora, and my little sister Chloe.” “Hi everyone nice to meet you” “When did you get here?” “Earlier. We were studying.” You say sheepishly. You look at Billy with an awkward face and smile. He just smiles back nodding with a bright grin. “So- Are you two dating?” The question catches you off guard, “What?” Your voice a bit high pitched “No- we-we’re not-“ You stumble over your words trying to explain but Hank saves you. He clears his throat “let’s eat lasagna.” “Yes let’s”

You all laugh and communicate at the table you. “So how long have you two been friends?” Phoebe asks you. “Uhh like since the beginning of the school year.” She nods. Slowly as time went on the conversation got less awkward and you actually started having a good time. You ate 3 plates of lasagna and later had dessert. Eventually it was time for you to go home. All the Thundermans wished you farewell. Barb liked you so much she insisted that you come over again for dinner soon. You’re about to open the door to leave, your hand hovering over the door knob but you don’t open it you swiftly run back over to Billy give him a kiss on the cheek “Bye sweetness I love you!” You cheerfully state then run back out the door. Billy is standing there smiling “Bye I love you!” His family stares at him shocked. Max leans to Phoebe, “HAH! I told you they were dating! 20 bucks.” Billy notices his family’s mouths agape. “She does that sometimes.” He says shrugging with a soft blush. “So are you two da-“ You come running back in this time soaking wet and a bit out of breath. They all stare at you. “It is pouring out there.” You’re dripping water. “Are you alright?” Billy approaches taking your freezing hands. Then thunder-monitor comes on. “Warning, tornado watch.” “Well you can’t go back out there” Barb states with concern. Barb continues, “Why don’t you stay here for the night honey?” “Oh I can’t do that to yall Mrs. Thunderman.” “No really it isn’t safe. Please stay till It clears up.” A loud thunder and lightning strike. “Yeah- okay. I’ll stay.” “Here come on. Come to my room.” Billy takes you by the hand and leads you up to his room. “Thank you Thundermans.”

In Billy’s room he gives you a towel, his shirt and some pant/shorts. (It’s your choice if you decide to wear the bottoms.) After you’re dried off and changed you and Billy cuddle up in his bed. You start whining, “My belly hurts!” “You ate a lot.” “It was delicious.” He holds you as he laughs and tucks your hair behind your ear. A movie is playing on his tv and you feel so comfortable in his arms but then your mind starts wondering with a question.

“Billy what are we?” …

#the thundermans return #billy thunderman #billy x reader #the thundermans #x reader #imagine #thunderclan #thunderfam

[oscpaistry]

Hello I love your imagines ❤️

Could I request an imagine with Virgil Van Dijk where the reader and him are on a cute date but whenever they return home Virgil has rough sex with the reader. Thank you 😊

Ofc u can!! Love this request!!

THIS IS A SCRAP!!

Virgil wanted to treat you good this valentine. So he decided to go to the most gorgeous, delicious and expensive restaurant he could find. But thats not the only treat you were getting tonight.

"Virgil this place is gorgeous!" You said while looking at him with a smile. He looked up with that warm smile of his.

"Anything for my precious lady!" He answered, then he continued to eat his dessert.

"There is also a surprise waiting at home so dont think this is the only thing your getting tonight, love." He said while sliding his plate away and grabbing my hand.

You looked confused and then smiled. Thinking you two were going to watch a movie or cuddle. He picked up my hand and kissed it. The waiter came at our table and Virgil asked for the bill.

The waiter grabbed the bill and placed it on our table.

You looked at Virgil when he started to speak.

"She'll pay!" He said while having that smug look on his face.

Your eyes widened and your face started heating up.

" I- uhh. Well i uh-" you started to studderd out. "No im kidding!" He said while chuckling at your reaction. You sigh in relief and looked down at the bill. €207.14 ?!

"207 euros!?" You exclaimed while putting your hand up to your mouth. He laughed and said "Come on babe. My surprise cant wait any longer." He said while standing up from the table. You're still sitting in your chair look at your handsome husband. The suite he was wearing. Tight around his muscles. It turned you on but you didnt show it.

You also stood up and took Virgils hand and left the restaurant and went into his car.

"Thank you so much for dinner Virg. I loved it, i really did!" You said while looking at his hands on the steering wheel.

"No problem, lieverd." He answered, but now his tone in his voice was much lower and hungry for something.

He drove up our driveway and shut the car off. He went out of the car and went to open your door. He took your hand and basically dragged you inside. You giggled. He shut the front door and there were rose petals layed out on the floor. You looked confused up at him.

"C'mon, follow them!" He said while smiling at you. You took his advice and followed the beautiful red petals. They were layed on the floor, up the stairs and then leading to the bedroom. You open the bedroom door and see the bed. The bed had new covers. Velvet red covers. Roses spread all over the bed. You turned around and kissed Virgil. You leaned your body onto his body, feeling his hard-on through the layers of clothes. He picked you up and went inside the bedroom. He threw you on the bed. Then you felt his dominant presence enter the room.

"Take off your dress." He said while taking off his own shirt. You obeyed him and took off your dress. Slowly, so he can see every curve of you. He let out a low groan as he saw you in the least covering bra. You crawled over to Virgil. He was standing at the end of the bed. You sit on your knees infront of him. You look up and see that smug grin on his face.

"Seeing you on your knees is making me think about what you could do..." He said while you unbuckled his belt and pants. He took off his pants and threw them somewhere on the floor. He palmed himself through his boxers. You wanted to take off his boxers but he stepped back.

"I get to control what happens here now. Do you understand?" He said.

"Yes Virgil." You answered, getting more inpatient and wanting him in you.

"Thats not my name." He said while stepping closer and gripping your chin to kiss him. He pushed his tongue into your mouth. Roughly. You liked it when he was rough. It turned you on so fast. As a pool of wetness covered your panties you lightly moan. He breaks the kiss and says.

"Touch yourself." He said while pushing you back onto the bed. You nod and take of your panties. Your fingers snake down your body. Down to your core. You spread your legs as start to rub circles on your bundle of nerves. You start off slow. Then you begin to rub faster. You moan and throw your head back and shut your eyes. You slow down and try to put 2 finger in but you hear Virgil say.

"Did i say to finger yourself Y/N?" You look up at him and roll your eyes. You spread your wetness al over your pussy. Your fingers were covered. Your fingers are in your mouth and you were tasting yourself. Gou closed your eyes and start to suck on your fingers. Slowly. You hear Virgil groan. You open your eyes and see him stroking himself slow.

#inlovewithvirgil #tumblr2023 #football #anonymous asks<3 #liverpool #virgil van dijk #football smut #smut #virgil van dijk smut

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jade Leech Beans Camo Personal Story: Part 1

"This should be of some help"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Beside Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Jade: Oh no, I seem to have become separated from Cater-san, [Yuu]-san, and Grim-kun.

Jade: I would not have anticipated that our meeting location would be overrun by those on the Monster team in the short while we needed to split up…

Jade: Well, I suppose it should have been expected, so there is nothing to do about it.

Jade: If I feel as such, I do have the means of reuniting with them, anyway. I suppose I'll continue on my own for a little while longer.

Jade: In any case, it was in my favor that I ended up separated from my team.

Jade: I was able to acquire the "loot"… the "icicle mushroom" without any issues.

Jade: I shall bring this mushroom to where "Smith"-san is. Fufufufufu…

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Sam: ＨＥＹ! Welcome, Little Imp.

Jade: Hello, Sam-san.

Sam: Anything you may want is ＩＮ　ＳＴＯＣＫ　ＮＯＷ! What would you like?

Jade: "You're completely ＯＵＴ　ＯＦ　ＳＴＯＣＫ of exactly what I would like!"

Sam: Oho!? "That's not possible."

Jade: "But I can't find it at all."

Sam/Jade: "Today's the very best Happy Beans Day!"

Sam: ＯＫ! You got the password perfectly. You're here for "Smith," then.

Sam: Alright, Little Imp, come stand by the wall behind the counter. ―Open, secret door!!

[secret door slides open]

Sam: Smith-kun, come on out. You're being requested!

???: Eeek…!!!!

Jade: It's Jade from Octavinelle. Smith-san… Or rather, Idia-san. May we chat a moment?

Idia: Y-You know that I'm Smith…?

Jade: Indeed. Thanks to a source of mine.

Jade: As well as the fact that you have available your own bean shooter creations at this school shop year after year.

Jade: Isn't that right, Sam-san?

Sam: That's right. In return for providing a hiding spot for Idia-kun in this shop, that is!

Idia: I have absolutely no interest in an event more meat-headed than a magical shift tournament where the whole student body runs around campus.

Idia: I-I'm happy to just wait here until they call game end.

Jade: Fufu… And nowhere is it established that one cannot craft their own bean shooters…

Jade: It is a masterful way of playing the game, by skirting the rules. I must also try to learn from your wiles.

Jade: Incidentally, what kind of performance should I expect from the item that you've crated, Smith-san?

Idia: U-Uhh… Th-This year's new item is the Bean Shooter L.

Idia: It boasts an overwhelmingly effective shot distance, and can pinpoint a target with a bean from 1 kilometer away.

Idia: I used light-weight material for it, so it makes it easier to carry around. And above all, it really looks like a peapod.

Idia: …Or, uh, something like that…

Jade: As expected of a "Master Smith", creating a long-range bean shooter like this…

Jade: This is exactly the functionality I was searching for.

Sam: However, this amazing item cannot be bought with money, you understand…

Jade: Quite right, I am aware. An exchange of goods… Or more specifically, an exchange of an unusual item that would draw Sam-san's interest, yes?

Sam: Ｅｘａｃｔｌｙ! If you already know, then this'll go much faster. Let us approach the negotiating table.

Sam: Now, Little Imp! What will you offer me?

Jade: Please... Take a look at this.

Sam: !!

Idia: Wh-what's with this transparent and slick looking mushroom…?

Sam: That transparency, those icicles that hang from the gills that resemble fierce fangs… This cannot be anything other than an "icicle mushroom"!

Sam: It's a rare mycelium that only grows in places with a strong magical environment, at least at 3,000 meters above sea level!

Idia: W-Woah… A rare item that can even shock and amazing Sam-san. Jade-shi is playing for keeps.

Sam: Little Imp, where did you get this?

Jade: I borrowed a small corner of the Botanical Garden, and I painstakingly grew it.

Jade: This mushroom is "out of stock" in your shop, is it not, Sam-san?

Jade: Would this allow me to receive the Bean Shooter L…?

Sam: Ｏｆ　ｃｏｕｒｓｅ! I'll gladly honor this exchange of goods.

Jade: Wonderful. With this, I should be of some help to the Farmer Team.

[footsteps approaching]

Jade: Hm? Is that footsteps I hear from outside the shop?

Idia: Aughgugh! Someone's coming towards my hiding spot again…!

Jade: Those hurried steps… I've definitely heard those before.

Jade: Our guests seem to be part of the Monster Team. And a troublesome one, at that… I must hide myself away somewhere.

Idia: M-M-Me too…!

Jade: Where would I be least likely to be found…?

Jade: Sam-san, may I borrow the space here?

Sam: ! Sure, but are you going to be alright in a place like that?

Jade: Yes, someone like me would be perfectly alright.

Sam: Ｈｍｍ… You're a smart Little Imp. ＯＫ, go ahead and use it.

Sam: And I'll head to the back of the shop and bring the Bean Shooter out.

Jade: Fufufu. I'm sure I should be able to evade them by hiding in here. Now, it is a tad tight in here, but I'll have to close the door, and…

[door creaks and closes]

[footsteps; shop door slams open]

Azul: Come on out, Jade! I know you are in here!

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by @bindzahato.

#twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #idia shroud #sam #twst jade #twst idia #twst sam #twst translation #twst beans day #mention: cater #mention: grim #mention: yuu

[bungiri]

ask and you shall receive....

ANYWAYS question for your oc wren uhh just give me any facts abt her, i mean anything, as much as you can actually (i will eat it all up)

(you can probably guess who i am, maybe not, who knows 😜)

HELLO 👁️ i think i know who u are AND THANK U FOR ASKING 🫂

omg idk where to start with her cuz i've been brainstorming a whole backstory (the wreniverse if u will) and her relationships w everyone IT'S BEEN FUN

before i start w some random facts, here's a doodle of her cuz i felt like i needed to draw her idk

ANYWAY, my rambling is under the cut RAHHH ‼️

— she is a half witch on her bio mother's side ! it's assumed that her bio father is a human that her mom had a summer fling with while traveling

— she's always been able to use magic ever since she was a little girl, but has very little control over it due to not having anyone to learn from + just not being able to practice it whilst growing up in the city

— however, she Did encounter a woman who claimed she was a fellow witch and was given a spellbook from her. she doesn't understand most of the spells inside though and hasn't attempted any besides the very basics

— her natural hair color is dark brown, but she uses her magic to change it to orange (á la that one scene in the craft)

— wren was adopted at 4 years old by two Very Loving and overprotective dads. she also has a brother who has a career as a well known street artist in the city

— she has reason to believe that she's related to mr. qi in one way or another DON'T LAUGH...DON'T LAUGH...SHE TAKES IT VERY SERIOUSLY (he neither confirms or denies it and his extreme vagueness frustrates her)

— before moving to pelican town, she used to work at McJoja (u can't tell me joja wouldn't have a fast food chain like...) but was fired due to a conflict with a customer and the manager was rly just fed up with her antics in general

— when she moved to the town, wren avoided haley and alex for a good week because she recognized them from high school. she was on the cheerleading team with haley, they weren't too close in hs, and alex was obv a popular gridball player

— her farm's name is deergrave farm and it's believed to be haunted. although she doesn't believe it herself, she likes to use its reputation to entertain the kids with spooky stories or creep abigail, sam, and sebastian out

— she has a big fat crush on lance who either returns or rejects her feelings depending on which route i take her story in 🤔 if she's rejected, they stay very good friends and something else happens with someone else i'm Sure u can guess who

— another route is the Vanilla route where stardew expanded is disregarded and in that route she ends up with haley !

— even though she adores jas, vincent, and kids in general, wren doesn't want any of her own. she's very adventurous and a kid requires a lot of attention that she feels she won't be able to provide. she's more than content with her dog and krobus who she eventually gets to come live with her as her roomie

THIS WAS A LOT IM SORRY i just love her already‼️

#stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #sdv oc #sdv farmer #stardew valley farmer #farmer wren #bunnyrambles? #bunnymail ⸝⸝ 💌 ★ #Might finish that doodle cuz she looks very pretty to me

[inaaya-goddess-of-dimensions]

the goo jit zu/wilder/owner siblings, part-45

Inaaya: he looks like Hammerhead cause he... Vesper (Hunter): *looks at inaaya and walk towards her* hello, your inaaya right? Inaaya: *nervously shakes her head* uh huh...and your hunter but your heavenly name is? Vesper: Vesper, it's nice to meet you, Inaaya: you too, i got to go now... Inaaya: *walks out of the house* phew...okay so what now?.... ???: *sits right next to inaaya* your inaaya right? Inaaya: yes why? ???: your very cute, Inaaya: uhh what was your name? Eclipse: Eclipse, Inaaya: y-your a goo jit zu master?! Eclispe: correct, and i am 13 and a girl and the youngest goo master ever to exist but- Inaaya: aren't you dead? Eclipse: dead? no, i have the power to walk with and death, but i am alive, *blushes* i heard alot things about you tho, your quite of the cutie, Inaaya Pov: did me just call me a "cutie"?! Zeke: Inaaya, woah who's your friend??? Eclipse: i am Eclipse a goo master, (osmar and olizea over hears this) Eclipse: come on, Inaaya: okay, hey guys- where did everyone go? eclipse: it seems to quiet around here, Inaaya: WAIT THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING!!!i a sure they- *see's grim and miaki* (idk what's there heaven names) GRIM< MIAKI HAVE YOU SEEN THE OTHERS!!! Miaki: slow down and who's ur friend? Eclipse: i'm Eclipse and i- HEY! Zeke: can we suprise them later, Grim: okay see u lat-er... Inaaya: hey there's the guys, Desmodus: hey inaaya what happend? Inaaya: where's the gang. Desmodus: they went to the heavenly park why? Inaaya: just asking, *runs* Zeke: slow down- phew... Bri: INAAYA WHAT THE- Inaaya: EVERYONE BACK TO THE HOUSE!!!! Rina: but why? Inaaya: just do it, (everyone back to the house) Eclipse: oh great... Inaaya: you got to be kidding me? someone stoled my stuff from when i was alive, WHO TOOK IT!!! Tyron: woah kid calm- Inaaya: was it you? Tyron: no ofc not... Vesper: it wasn't me! Lydia: well i didn't... Atlas: heyyy maybe you need to relax.... Inaaya: your right....SCREW IT WE NEED TO CHECK EVERONE'S ROOMS!!! *checks every room* okay nobody has it then who did?? Eclipse.... Eclipse: it wasn't me....we just met. Inaaya: fair enough, *sighs* the things that stolen was my picture album with all the memories.... and my legendary books which the goo keeper got me to study about the heroes and one last my...my crown.... those things were stolen.... *sighs, and depressed inaaya goes upstairs and locks the door* Venny: we need to find those things, Bri: i agree, and for now someone needs to comfort inaaya, who would to do it?... Eclipse: *raises her hand* i'll do it, i am very good at it, Osmar: be careful.... Eclipse: o-okay, (meanwhile everybody search around until Bri found something odd) @gabriellaleen

[crispy-bonnie]

hello it be cipher from the discord,,, uhh request like in vc houston x heister reader where the protag gets in bad situation (downed, abt to be downed, etc) and is helped and they have an instinctual "OMG THANK U SO MUCH" response but instead of thanks they accidentally just go "OMG I LOVE U"

bet lmao . writing this a/n while we talk , this vc is very fun lol

Slip N’ Spill — HOUSTON X READER

Finding a functional prototype engine was difficult, even more so when absolutely none of you had any clue which was even close to working. However, with the pay of the job, the four of you pursued anyway.

You were joined by Wolf, Dallas, and Houston, all of which were trying to fend off cops from the lab, where you were trying to look for some sort of clue as to which engine was the correct one. In the midst of your search, you didn't register the sound of the vent in the room being kicked open, only turning around as you heard the familiar screech of a Cloaker's radio.

You had barely any time to react, unable to whip your gun out as the Cloaker's boot came into contact with your head. You were knocked to the floor, your vision nearly blurring as the Cloaker got ready to beat you senseless.

Blinking in and out, you could see the faint silhouette of a fellow heister, his gun in his hand as he shot the Cloaker before he could inflict any other injuries. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your arm, soon coming to your senses as the pain dulled away.

Without fail, you managed to grab him by the hand, now stumbling into his arms as you stood up. You said something, you weren't sure what you said, most likely a thank you for him helping you up. However, when you looked up to look at him, his face seemed to be... shocked? He had a surprised expression on his face, and his cheeks were burning with red as he stared at you for a good minute or two.

"What?" You huffed, tilting your head and expressing almost as much confusion as he did. The words that came out of his mouth caused your face to flush red out of embarrassment:

"You... just said you love me..."

This statement caused you to start sputtering, making an attempt to find some sort of excuse to hide your slip-up. However, Houston only gave you a small smirk as he planted a small kiss on your forehead.

“As sappy as I’d like to get now, we still have a heist to do. I’ll just leave it at ‘I love you too.’”

With these words, he slowly but surely let go of you, quickly returning to the chaos of the heist and letting you process the moment. After a few seconds, you simply smiled giddily, moving on to gun down cops with this newfound joy now pounding in your chest.

#payday 2 #payday #payday 2 x reader #fanfiction #payday x reader #fanfic #reader insert #x reader #houston payday 2

[strawberryspotsstuff]

Uhhh thus is my first time requesting someone something uhh I really like how you write and u made come back tk my rblx myth phase :0

Is it okay if you could maybe do a yuck0 x reader where the reader lost their friend group and tried asking yuck0 for help but he just says nah, you can do everything else because my brain stopped running

You can ignore if needed!

Also, can I be plomp anon? Ty!

HELLO!! welcome plomp anon!! ((hehehehehe pulling people back into their old phases >:]]))

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Yuck0 x Reader

Pushing your way through the crowds, the sweaty bodies knocking with yours as you tried to stand on your tippy toes, looking for your friends. Where did they go?

In just a blink of an eye, your friends were lost in the bustling crowd. You couldn't hear- almost anything, from the screaming children to loud music blaring into the air. You squeezed your way away from the crowd to at least get some breathing room.

"finally" You exhaled softly, stretching your arms, as you examined the bustling customers. Now, who could help you?

"Oh one of the clown workers!" You mused to yourself, moving your gaze to the first clown you could see- oh.

He did NOT look all that friendly, rather pissed off. He was leaning on a tree, crossed armed as he glared at anything living which crossed his path, wonderful. But.. he was the best option.

Curling your fingers into a fist you let out a determined sigh as you made your way to very angry looking clown.

"um hi-" you started.

"no."

.. what? You blinked, taken back.

"what- I? Pardon?" You tried to recollect your thoughts.

"Are you deaf? I said no"

"You don't even know what I want!" You snapped back, he was NOT in a good mood.

"Aaand, I don't care what you want" He huffed.

"Well, aren't you an employee? you should care" You stated back.

"nah"

You furrowed your brows. "well my friends are missing."

"cool"

You sighed. "Do you know anyone who will care?" Maybe it was a bad idea to ask this guy.

He shrugged. "nope."

You sighed bitterly. "Alright thanks.."

You stormed off to the circus, maybe someone was in there to help you.

#strawberrycow writes #roblox myths #yuck0 x reader

[boypussydilf]

relatiobnships ask game tell me about umm ummm [trying to think of who you havent been asked for yet] SAM AND MAX.right now

THEYRE JUST FUNNEY LITTLE ANIMALS. HEHEHEH MY CREATURES

describe their canon relationship/dynamic

wait the entire series is built on their dynamic bc 95% of the point of sam and max is just them talking to each other but how do u even. describe it. uhh. Absolutely Terminal Amounts Of Banter. also beating each other up. theyre so?? they just walk around Constantly making jokes just for the others entertainment and also often lightly insulting each other. & also theyve known each other their whole lives and theyre soul bonded. they literally cant be apart from each other for more than a few seconds. seperate them and they both immediately become deeply depressed. theyre codependent. and they show affection by being a little mean to each other and throwing each other through walls. (well sam throws max through walls. i dont think max could lift sam. he bites him tho)

your ideal/headcanon version of it? how does it differ from how it is in canon & why is this your favorite version? any other alternate versions of it you enjoy?

aside from the fact that my brain probably remembers them slightly differently bc i havent seen them outside of short clips in a while. mostly im just. the same as 90% of sam and max fans where its. What if they were the same but they got married 90 times for fun. but arguably they have gotten married in canon so

what do you like about their relationship, why is it interesting or enjoyable to you?

THEYRE LITERALLY JUST FUNNY. they are just very funny as individual concepts and significantly more funny put together. their interactions are great for their interactions are the backbone of their franchise. also i love codependency

what about the individual characters involved? what does this relationship mean to them, what makes it unique among their relationships?

They literally dont know how to exist without each other <3 if sam does not have his little freak there to bounce witty lines off of everything else completely loses meaning. if max does not have his bestie there to hear his deranged comments then hes just being deranged on his own and thats no fun. they met when they were like 8 or something and now its been decades since they were in different rooms for more than a few minutes. they need each other there is something wrong with them and it works for them so its OK

favorite interaction they have in canon

UMM we dont. see it. but i think maybe the thing said in some article or interview or something abt them meeting bc max stole sams lunch back from kids who had stolen it from him. I Think It Was Something Like That. i love that. also i like the opening scene of the thhhird episode of the first telltale game i think? where sam is tossing max up in the air like a baby so he can reach the darts board & then the phone rings and sam stops for a second. thinks abt it. then throws max against the wall so he can go get the phone. (this isnt like a one time thing its a running gag thru thr whole series that whenever the phone rings they physically fight to get it (and sam always wins). but thats my favorite instance bc of the little *pause* *thinking* *tosses max over his shoulder slamming him into the wall like a sack of rice*)

favorite interaction they have in your head/a situation you want to put them in

oh man i dont know. 305 angst. sam n max fans will look at the 1 serious part of this immensely silly consequences might as well not exist franchise and go Is anyone going to get hung up on this forever and make emotional content about it? and not wait for an answer. and theyre right. hey telltale wh. how did you come up with the devils playhouse. why did. what the fuck is the city that dares not sleep who thought of that. steve purcell approved this. hello? hello?

okthats all thank you <3

#i thimk this post didnt get too long #hopefully #basilask

[cat-vase]

SINCE WHEN HAVE I HAD 315 FOLLOWERS????

#cat.vase #UHH HELLO WHERE DID U ALL COME FROM??? #WHERE DID ALL OF THESE ASKS COME FROM #WHAT IS HAPPENING #THANK YOU!!! ALL SO MUCH!!! WHAT??? #THIS NUMBER IS. SO MUCH TO COMPREHEND?? #MORE THAN 300 PEOPLE WANT TO SEE THE STUFF I DO??? WHAT?????

[shy-marker-pliers]

Hello! First I'd like to say that I love your writing! You write everyone's character so well! I was wondering if you could do a funny jigen/gang x reader where Y/N is extraordinarily strong? And maybe a crumpet or Jigen's reaction to them picking him up?

omg thank you! :D

and of course i can!

lupgang with a strong s/o (focus on jigen)

Lupin:

pic above is basically his reaction whenever you carry heavy stuff around

*tucks hair behind ear* wow i sure hope a handsome and/or beautiful thief named (y/n) doesn’t lift me up in their big strong arms!! oh nooooo…. 👁🫦👁

*like that one song from part 1* Loopan….he’s a Nice Man….

it would probably take a little while for him (and the rest of the gang) to find out, unless you spend your spare time walking around and picking up random heavy shit lol

the way he’d find out would probably be on a heist! maybe he’s carrying a big ol’ bag of gold and stuff (and struggling because…look at this man’s noodle arms) and you just…”oh, lemme take that for you lup!” y o i n k

his ass goes 😳🫶

latches onto you like a parasite at every opportunity (it gets to the point where he gets grompy if he has to walk around the house)

if this man ever sprains his ankle or something i pray for you because he’s gonna be your backpack the entire time

literally says “AWOOGA” out loud if you ever flex while wearing smth that shows off ur muscles

you’ll have to carry him away if anybody ever talks bad abt how strong you are because he can and will bite

all of this goes double if you’re a lady btw. lupin likes a woman who can kick his ass. in fact he’d thank her if she did

Goemon:

^ actual footage of him leaping into your window to challenge you as soon as he hears abt your strength

tbh i feel like goe would be the first to find out because he has chronic I Need To Be Better Than Everyone At Everything syndrome so he’d immediately try to fight you to see ur skill level n shi

goemons area of expertise lies in agility and speed so your defo be able to beat him at like…arm wrestling or smth. which would annoy him severely

no talk him, he angy

ngl he’d be like…super passive aggressive about it at first. like; “well, you may have won for now, but zantetsuken is a far better weapon than anyone’s bare hands, no matter how strong they may be. i would ultimately be the victor in combat. but being strong is cool too, so yknow whatever-“

“but what if you didn’t have zantetsuken?” *silence* *’plap plap’ sound of sandaled feet speed walking away from the conversation*

he eventually learns to appreciate it tho. having someone strong on the team means that he has to carry fewer things, which gives him easier access to zantetsuken (and he wouldn’t be mad if maybe you just so happened to pick him up and pull him away from oncoming danger…i GUESS 🙄)

ur his favorite person to train with 😌

acts like he’s better than u but if anyone ever implies that you’re inferior in some way he goes into a spiel about how there r many different kinds of strength and every warrior needs to have a different set of skills to make their team equipped for anything

“goe he just said that i couldn’t beat him in a race please chill out-“

“yes babe your swordsmanship will definitely strike fear into the hearts of your enemies now will you please come back to bed it’s thrEE IN THE MORNING-“

he’s in the same boat as lupin when it comes to strong ladies btw. he won’t admit it but on the inside he’s just GRR BARK BARK WOOF AWOOGA HUMMINA HUMMINA

Jigen:

when y. um- y. when the um uhh me wh- HHHH. the- when you um- HHHHNGH

tbh jigen is usually focused on his own thing during heists, so itd probably take him a while to notice just how stronk you are

he’d totally sneak a peek at ur muscles every now and then tho. mans weak for buff ppl. i mean have you seen his exes???

bridal carry him at every opportunity 🙏 he will be so happi

“hmph i can walk by myself yknow…but i GUESS you can keep carrying me if you really wanna….but not cuz i like it or anything grr”

my dude has never been great at verbally expressing his feelings so even if y’all have known each other for a long time he still won’t outright ASK to be held/carried. what he usually does is (A) complain about back or knee pain until you ‘offer’ to carry him or (B) say that he’s too lazy to get up from the couch so someone (you) will have to carry him to the fiat or wherever.

like lupin, if he ever injures his leg he’s gonna milk it for AGES. totally denies it tho

“ughh damn my ankle is killing me i don’t think i ca-“

“jigen, if it is that much of an issue i’d be able to carry you.”

“no goemon i’m fine but thanks. oof owww ouch”

“h-“ “well (y/n) since you offered-“

whenever you walk around carrying heavy things he’s just like

totally zones out watching you whenever you show off your strength. gets all red too heheh

lupin and fujiko tease him relentlessly but all he needs to calm down is a (y/n) hug where you pick him up

pretends to fall asleep in the car so you’ll pick him up and carry him to his bed

i’m conclusion: he’s down bad

#arsene lupin iii #ishikawa goemon xiii #goemon ishikawa #daisuke jigen #lupgang #lupgang x reader #lupin iii #lupin the 3rd #jigen daisuke #monkey punch #imagines #my writing #requested

[butwhyduh]

Kissing as a distraction

How would the batboys do it?

Dick: as Damian moves behind the counter to grab the visitor log, Dick distracts you.

“Hi,” he said with a sweet smile. You sat upright and smiled back.

“Hello. How can I help you?”

“I just wanted to say how beautiful your smile is,” he said moving closer. You flushed and looked down. “Seriously,” he said in earnest.

“You don’t go in a store to say that. What do you need?” You insisted despite the grin that wouldn’t leave your face. Behind you, Damian was on full view as he climbed a shelf. Dick frowned slightly and you looked at him confused. He moved even closer to an intimate closeness. He could see the interest on your face.

“A little kiss?” He asked. Your eyebrows rose and if your face wasn’t flushed before, you were certainly rosy now.

“A kiss? Really?” You stammered as the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen held your chin. He nodded lightly and tilted your chin up. You easily complied. He could feel your bounding pulse and if it was any other situation, he would have really enjoyed this.

“I suppose,” you finally whispered. Dick’s lips curled into a smile before he pressed them against yours. You held his arm as he kissed you before softly pulling back. His phone rang and he looked at it wistfully.

“Another time? I have to go,” he said sadly. And before you could respond, Dick was out the door and Damian safely had his papers.

“Wait,” you said and you finally noticed the crumbled paper shoved in your hand with a phone number on it causing you to smile.

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Jason: you were the pretty girl that worked at the coffee shop and you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Jason also happened to be without his Red Hood gear or a weapon more than his pocket knife.

“Jason,” you asked confused as he raced out the back of a club. He grabbed your hand to pull you along. “Wait! Where are we going?” He silently cursed when it turned into a deep end alley.

“Uhh, so here is the thing,” he mindlessly said as he frantically thought of a plan. Now you both were in danger and he still only had a damn pocket knife.

“Jason, what’s going on with you,” you asked, concerned. As far as you knew, he was the sweet literature major at Gotham U that occasionally came for a vanilla bean latte a few times a week. He realized a good distraction and hoped you wouldn’t get too mad.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he admitted before pulling your into a kiss. You froze for a few seconds before returning the kiss. His kiss was absolutely excellent. Jason held the sides of your face and you gripped his forearms eagerly.

The thugs looked at you both and decided that that couldn’t be their guy. No one in their right mind would make out in an alley when someone with a gun was hunting them. Jason even pushed you gently against the wall and you made a surprised moan. His tongue slid in your mouth and your mind melted a little.

When the guys were finally gone, he pulled back. You panted and stared at him. His hands didn’t leave your face.

“Wow. Okay,” you said. “Why now?”

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a while. Sorry, I should have asked first,” he said sheepishly before dropping his hands. Jason didn’t do that. You had a little smile on your face.

“I don’t know. If you hadn’t then I couldn’t do this,” you said pulling him back down for another kiss.

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Tim: he’s just trying to get away from the most boring people at the gala. It doesn’t hurt that he thinks you’re super hot.

An hour talking about the economy affecting golf course values had Tim wanting to murder someone and he gently excused himself to the bathroom. After hiding in the toilet for as long a reasonably possible, Tim walked out to see the same men coming towards him. Shit.

“Mr Wayne, do you need anything,” you asked. Tim looked at you clearly dressed as waitstaff, black trousers and a white button down shirt. Your face was recognizable as probably consistent staff and Tim noted that you were quite pretty.

“Oh uhh, no. Thanks,” he said distracted. “Actually, can I kiss you?” Your eyebrows raised quickly. “Trying to avoid those guys. You know what? Nevermind... I’ll be fine-“

You cut him off with a kiss. You’d worked a few of these events and always had an eye for Tim. And when Mr Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne asked for a kiss, you wouldn’t miss the opportunity. Tim froze for a few seconds before returning the kiss. He held your waist with one hand and the other wrapped around your upper back to hold your shoulder and pull you closer. You made a little squeaking noise but didn’t pull away. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck.

After a little while he pulled back. Tim’s lips were puffy and his cheeks pink.

“Can I get your number?” He asked, never once caring about the scandal of a billionaire’s son kissing the waitstaff at a gala. You grinned and looked down.

“Sure,” you said before giving him your number.

“A dance?” He asked, pulling you to the floor.

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Older Damian: he was on a Titan’s mission and Nightwing told him to distract you, his partner. Nightwing couldn’t have guessed that Damian’s idea was to kiss you.

“She will never agree to the harness. She hates heights,” Damian said into his comms quietly to Dick.

“She has to. It’s the only way off of the building you both got in. Distract her and strap her to you and then jump out. She can be mad later. They are coming,” Dick said. Damian sighed but agreed before walking over to you.

“How are we getting out?” You asked, looking at Damian. He didn’t respond but walked closer. He grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you. You gasped and Damian slid his tongue in your mouth before you responded, sucking on his tongue a little. Damian clipped you to him and broke the kiss. He grabbed you by the waist and jumped from the roof.

You screamed and grabbed him tightly. Damian swung over to a certain building where Dick would pick you both up in a helicopter. You were panting and looked furious.

“What the hell, Wayne?” You said, shoving him but all it did was yank you closer to him by the clip. “Undo this,” you practically growled.

“I apologize for kissing you but it was necessary for the mission,” Damian said, unclipping you. You rolled your eyes. “You would have never jumped on your own.”

“So even the kiss was fake, thanks,” you said, stepping away from him.

“No it wasn’t.”

“What?”

“It wasn’t fake,” Damian said before pulling you back in for another kiss. You responded roughly kissing him back. Almost teeth more than lips. Then you pulled away and slapped him.

“Stop kissing me without my permission,” you growled before slamming your mouth against his. Damian smirked against you while kissing back. You two violently kissed until Dick arrived with a helicopter. His eyebrows were raised as you both climbed in because that was the last thing Dick expected.

#dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader #Tim drake x reader #Red Robin x reader #Damian Wayne x reader #damian al ghul x reader #robin x reader #batboys x reader

[silversatoru]

hey shawty could you do number 15 with dabi? ANGST please <33 with a female reader

thank you i love you

silvers 1.2k event info

(1.5k? i’m doing these way too slow :’) but there’s more spots open if you still wanna join!!)

touya + “it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?”

dabi/todoroki touya x f!reader

synopsis: touya loves to take advantage of your soft spot for him

t/w: nsfw 18+, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamic, degradation, mild humiliation, spit, creampie, mention of alcohol consumption

a/n: hello my fav shawty bae, my one and only, my soulmate, hope u like this <3 it got a little more self-indulgent than i would like to admit

a soft intermittent buzzing sounded from under your pillow, your body jerking awake and rolling over to grab your phone. the screen shined bright against your tired eyes, a string of unknown numbers glaring across the screen. you weren’t sure why an unknown number was calling in the middle of the night, but ready to give the asshole telemarketer a piece of your mind you slammed your finger on the green answer button.

“hello?” your words roped venom through the phone, still angry about your disturbed sleep.

“hey sweetheart~ i need a favor”.

you felt your heart practically leap into your throat, your mouth going dry and your stomach twisting into vicious knots. the voice was very distinctly touya’s, and an incredibly drunk touya at that. the same touya that used you like a disposal product more times than you could count — the touya that continued to endlessly shatter your heart.

“touya? are you drunk?” your voice had become several octaves softer, an all too eager pitch ringing in your words.

“whaaat? no,” he played the lie off terribly, audibly stumbling over his own legs and cursing almost immediately afterword, “okay, maybe”.

he was definitely drunk, you were 100% certain of it — the ocean-eyed scumbag wouldn’t have even thought about you unless he was absolutely plastered.

“it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?” you made feeble attempts to sound angry, but your voice was laced with more concern than you cared to admit.

“uhh... fuck, hold on,” a series of thumps and crackles sounded after that, and you could hear touya’s slurred speech as he asked someone where he was.

“second street,” he repeated the information he’d been given, “you know, the one with all the frats”.

“sounds like your standards are lower than ever,” you let the insult side between your lips, and it felt good to put him down for once.

“they were never very high to begin with,” he let an unamused chuckle fall with his words, “it’s not that far from campus, can you come? pretty please?”

you wanted to tell him no more than anything in the world — to spit in his face and give him a taste of his own medicine, just to see how he liked it, but you couldn’t. why you continued to care for such a damaged, garbage man was beyond your knowledge, but you were helpless against the ache in your chest.

“yeah i’ll be there in fifteen minutes, and go inside, it’s cold out,” the words spilled from your mouth before you could even question your own horrible judgement.

“that’s my girl,” touya’s cocky, slurred tone rolled the words out so perfectly, your heart catching in your chest at the endearing way he referred to you.

dial tone rung out through your ears after that, and you drug yourself out of bed to throw on a jacket and shoes. with extreme disappointment in yourself you grabbed an extra coat from the closet — just incase touya was cold.

and he definitely was, because for some reason he was sitting outside in the frigid air when you finally pulled up next to the decaying frat house. you exited your car with the spare jacket in your hand and concern painted on your face — coming to his rescue just like he knew you would.

“touya! it’s freezing and that’s what you’re wearing!?” you shoved the jacket into his arms, a dumb smile sliding across his face as you scolded him like some kind of mother — it really was pitiful how much you still cared.

“must have misplaced my sweatshirt,” he chuckled, nonchalantly throwing his arms through the holes of the coat.

you rolled your eyes at his irresponsibility, slipping one arm underneath both of his and helping his wobbly form stand from the bench he’d been slumped on. the two of you hobbled to the car in silence, helping him into the passengers seat and then walking yourself back around to the drivers. you turned on the car and switched on your seat warmers, not wanting him to get any colder than he already was.

“so what shitty apartments are you crashing in now?” you let your words carry more edge than they usually did, but you were actually curious where he was living now — he always seemed to hop from one shit hole to another.

“they’re kinda far from here, and i can’t remember how to get there right now,” he shook his head, and you were almost certain he was lying right through his teeth, “can’t i just come back to yours?”

you fought with yourself for a few seconds, but ultimately gave in to him with way too much ease. maybe this time he’ll stay, maybe this time he actually wanted to spend some time with you, maybe just this once he’s not using you.

“okay, but you’re sleeping on the couch,” you shot him a firm glance, attempting to set some boundaries to protect your delicate heart.

sleeping on the couch my ass — your body was pinned beneath his the second you two walked through the door.

alcohol-stained lips worked roughly against yours, and you were helpless to push him away. as much as you hated him, you would settle for any crumb of affection that he was willing to give you.

“god, you’re so easy,” he hummed into your ear as he nibbled on your neck, undoubtedly leaving you with dark markings down the soft skin, “so stern about me sleeping on the couch, and now you’re practically melting. what happened?”

you didn’t even bother to indulge him with a reply, your stomach already boiling with shame and regret as you weaved your fingers into his dark hair. but it’s not like he expected an answer from you either, this is how things always played out between the two of you. you’d try to be stern, hold your ground, grasp onto a shred of self-respect; but the second he laid a finger on you you turned to putty.

“that’s what i thought,” he chuckled to himself, pulling his nose out of the crook of your neck and tugging on the waistband of your pajama shorts, “take these off, sweetheart. be good like you always are”.

it was mortifying how quickly you scrambled to get undressed for him, so shamefully desperate for any attention he was willing to give. and you peeling off your clothing was all the consent touya needed to get to work. he may be an asshole, a complete scumbag, a toxic, manipulative piece of shit, but he was not a rapist — he does have some morals, although barely.

he shoved his fingers down into the folds of your cunt, eyes glistening at the slick that immediately soaked his fingertips, “such a good girl for me”.

you squirmed at his harsh movements, and the praise brainwashed you further than you already were — intoxicating your heart and convincing you that you were more than just his sorry little fuck hole.

touya wasn’t much for foreplay, after all this was about him, not you. he dropped his dirty sweats to the floor, freeing his long, curved cock and wincing as it shot up towards his abdomen.

he never makes any effort to ensure your comfort, thinking about his pleasure and satisfaction only — forcing open your legs and sheathing himself inside your pussy before you could comprehend that it was happening. strangled gasps and yelps of pain flew from your lips, your legs wrapping around him.

“you need to have some more respect for yourself, princess,” he grunted as he mercilessly fucked himself into you right from the start, “i’m starting think you like being my irrelevant little fucktoy”.

you let out a few pitiful whimpers, eyes watering from the burning pain that ripped through you as you stretched and adjusted to his size. it wasn’t that you liked being used like this, it was that you were all too hopeful that he’d eventually love you the way you love him. embarrassing.

“you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?” he stared down at you, eyes hazy as he slowed down and leaned over you, spitting into your gaping mouth, “swallow it”.

he was trying to prove a point, and your soft lips clamping shut as you swallowed down his wad of saliva proved it perfectly — you would do anything for him.

“you love coming to my rescue, love feeling like you matter to me, love being a hole that i fuck,” he wrapped his fingers around the sides of your neck, squeezing tightly as he kept up his ruthless pace, “i wanna hear you say it, tell me you love me”.

a garbled i love you flew from your lips, followed by a plethora of pleas and begs that only made you look even more pitiful. just want you to stay with me, touya! want you to be safe! wanna help you feel good!

your confession and collection of pleas only fed his god complex — you were so obedient, so easy to break through with little to no effort. and it was sad, so sad that dabi almost pitied you.

he fucked you hard until you couldn’t even think straight, eyes rolling back into your fucked-out face as he pumped you full of cum and and his groans filled the room. then he walked into the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving your messy, abused cunt to leak his fluids all over your bed.

once he finally came back out he tossed you a damp towel, which you lazily used to clean yourself up. he grabbed his pants off the floor and began to get dressed as you stared at him with big eyes, eyes that begged if he was going to stay with you tonight.

and he decided that fine, he’d indulge you just this once, just to keep you complaint. he climbed under your sheets and let you curl up against his chest — so pathetic. he’d let you fall asleep like that, but the second your breaths slowed and small snores escaped your mouth, he slipped out from the blankets and took his leave.

oh how heartbroken you’d be when you woke up without him tomorrow morning, tears staining your gullible cheeks and hiccups racking through your throat. he could practically picture the pitiful scene. you’d sulk around for a couple weeks, chest aching that you weren’t good enough, and then as soon as you’d start to get over him he’d call you again.

undoubtedly, you’d come to his rescue and he’d fuck you senseless all over again. it was a vicious cycle, and he planned on playing this game for as long as you were dumb enough to believe you mattered to him.

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