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can you write a story about how Alex, Charles and reader meet. Maybe she’s friends with someone in their friend group and when a,c and reader meet, a+c almost have love at first sight

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🎀 ⊹˚. ♡ ➛ Whipped

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: Based off the request above!!

Genre: Throuple, Fluff

Note: Thanks for requesting and sorry if i only made it now😭 there are some grammatical errors here.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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The loud clink of utensils echoed around the group that mixed well with the faint sounds of people conversing with one another.

Laughter and playful banters were exchanged from the table of friends— one of them telling a joke that caused them to smile from ear to ear.

It was one of those nights where friends gather and boost about the things that happened to them; it was like their very own ritual to catch up every once in a while, but this time it was different.

There was another addition to the group.

….

“Ah, look whose here. Come y/n take a sit,” one of the girl asked, patting the empty seat besides her.

Y/n happily took the seat and smiled thankfully at her kind gesture. You were kinda nervous, seeing that you don’t know who half the table were, but it was nice to have new friends.

So you took the time to get to know each and every one of them.

While you we’re having a conversation with one girl at the group— two pair of eyes seemed to never left yours.

As if you were the only thing that seem to caught their attention; not even caring if one of their friends are trying to start a discussion with them.

Everything about you were just too mesmerizing— your eyes, your smile, and those laughs that sounds so angelic when it comes out of that pretty mouth of yours.

“Elle est si jolie (she is so pretty)” Alex whispered under her breath, that was loud enough for only she and Charles could hear.

“Je sais, je ne peux pas non plus la quitter des yeux (i know, I can’t take my eyes of her too)” Charles responded, his tone just screams ‘boy inlove’.

Don’t get me wrong, they’re happy with just the two of them, but you just make it so hard to not fall in love with you. I mean come on just look at you! You were built to perfection. God Is this what they call love at first sight?

If it were, then damn. They sure are whipped for you.

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➛Message (Alex and Charles)

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“Charles and Alex, you guys have been awfully quite for a while now” Bea exclaimed aloud, earning all the group’s attention to focus on them.

Including yours.

You flickered your eyes and glanced over at them. You’ve noticed their presence for a while now and just like the others you were star struck with their appearance. They were the epitome of luxury and elegance— they give of an aura that just seems so hard to approach them;

“Ah, sorry. Something just came up” charles spoke, his tone laced with sincerity.

As he said those word, his eyes met yours. It felt like he was directly saying it to you. But that’s just silly, imagine the Charles Leclerc saying those to you. Pfft hilarious.

“Oui, quelque chose de beau vient d'attirer notre attention (yes,something beautiful just caught our eye)” Alex spoke, her thick accent dripped with gracefulness.

Just like Charles, her words seems directed towards you. Her eyes latched onto yours— captivating the essence of your beauty.

You looked around, checking if she was looking at anyone else. To your surprise, there were no people at your back. You glanced back but she was no longer staring at you.

Hmm must be a coincidence.

…

Throughout the night, their eyes stared daggers at your direction— watching you like a hawk.

You could feel the burning gazes that came from them but just shrugged it off as a ‘must be someone at my back’ feeling.

…

“This was so much fun guys, i hope we could do this again soon”. One of your friends spat, smiling genuinely at all of you.

The night has finally come to an end; even though you felt all eyes on you every time, you still had fun.

All of your friends gathered their stuff and one by one began to leave the place. Saying all their goodbyes before finally taking off. Just as you were about too, two figure stood in your way.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confusingly. What’s going on?

“Uhm can i help you guys?” You asked, looking at them with pure curiosity.

Alex opened her mouth but then closed it again, she gently nudged Charles shoulder implying for him to speak up.

What the hell was going on, they look like high schoolers whose ready to confess.

Charles rolled his eyes and sighed,“Well, this is kinda awkward but me and my girlfriend were kinda hoping to get your number.”

Oh. So it was a confession kinda thing?

Your eyes widened from the sudden question, “but if you don’t want to it’s fine” Alex chimed in, her face turning red from the tense atmosphere.

You let out a giggle, seeing how their acting like teenagers inlove was just so adorable to you. So why not invest your time in these two cutesy couple.

“Here” you said, getting out your phone and showing them your number to which they wrote down.

…

After that day you guys continued messaging each other back and forth— creating a strong bond between the couple.

And eventually you guys were officially a couple, all three of you.

You were glad you came to that gathering.

…

Sorry for not updating in a while, hope you guys like this tough!!

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999h34rt · 7 hours

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CRUSH CRAZY | PAIGE BUECKERS

➣ paige x fem!physio

➣ summary: the new physio of the Uconn Wbb has caught the eye of their golden player, but it seems Paige has become a little... crush crazy.

➣ warnings: hoping none

➣ i hateee thisss but its been sitting in my drafts so i finally finished it 😭

"AND BEFORE YOU TAKE THE PILLS MAKE SURE YOU ATE SOME FOOD" I said to Azzi. It's been about 2 weeks since I started working with her, the Uconn medical staff have been nothing but welcoming.

At first, I didn't know what I was getting myself into, where I come from basketball isn't a big enough thing the way football is ( soccer ). I also didn't spend that much tie on social media, but as soon as I opened tiktok, tons of edits filled my page, most about Uconn and other teams. There were especially edits of Uconn's number five.

Paige Bueckers.

The girl was attractive. And she had the confidence to prove it. Me and Paige had very little contact together , but even if it was for a second, for some odd reason, my stomach was filled with butterflies.

"Thank you again" Azzi's sweet voice said. I turned around to look at the girl, after she underwent surgery for tearing her ACL during practice last November, there was still a little pain in the leg, but nothing that should stop her from rejoining the team in January. Of course, left out from not being in the action.

"No problem and please be careful ,i dont wanna se you anymore, you're boring' I jokingly said to her, she let out a laugh. I heard a chuckle behind me, when I turned, there in all er glory, number five.

"Hi Paige" I muttered, suddenly becoming shy.

"Hey" She said grinning. "Soooooo..."

"Paige" I said sternly, hiding my smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I was just checking up on Azzi" She told me, cracking a small smile at Azzi. I hoped the disappointed wasn't showing in my face, the delusional part in me was hoping she just came to see me.

"Well she's all yours"

✰

"Coach" Nika yelled, suddenly at Geno. "I don't feel so good"

"What happened?" Geno questioned her, making her sit down. She was fine 10 minutes ago.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up" She said, staring at the ground. Coach felt Paige come beside him. "You okay?" Paige asked, Nika shook her head.

"Maybe we should call Y/N" Paige said, Nika nodded. Geno looked at the both of them, did they hit their head?

"Y/N's a physio, she doesn't deal with stomach problems" He explained, then he heard a cackle come from behind them. KK.

Now he got it, just before Nika came up to him, she was talking with Paige and KK, the three of them whispering amongst one another. Knowing Paige and her little crush, he could figure out that she put Nika up to this.

"Try telling me that again after suicides, maybe i'll believe it then" He said,trying to hide his smile, both Nika and Paige groaned. KK struggled to hide her laugh, scratch that, she didn't even hide it.

"Girl Boo, maybe next time" She said to Paige, laughing.

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Practice was over, and everybody was tired. Most of them half a sleep, including Paige. While they were used to their morning practices, Paige had a late night.

"Nah I'm going pick up something from Y/N real quick" She hard Aubrey say. Hearing Y/N name, Paige was awake real quick.

" I'll come with you" She offered, the locker suddenly filled with laughs. Her teammate agreed but not before teasing her with the rest. After getting ready, both of the Uconn basketball players made their way to the medical wing, Paige was nervous, she was always nervous to see Y/N. Suddenly feeling insecure, Paige smelled herself, stressing because she's sweaty. She heard her teammate laugh. "Bro relax" Aubrey reassured her.

When they finally stood in front of Y/N's office door, when Aubrey saw that Paige was still in a bit of a daze, she took the honor of knocking on the office door. When they both heard a sweet voice yelling come in, they followed her orders.

"Oh Hi" I said surprised to see both of them here. Aubrey replied greeting me back, but Paige, just stood there staring at her, grinning like a maniac. "Hi P" I said to her.

"Hey" she replied. Before i could ask what she was doing here, Aubrey caught my attention, asking about her meds and if she could take lighter ones. I replied to all her questions, asking if she was feeling okay or if she needed a checkup. While i talked to Aubrey, i could feel Paige's eyes on me at the side of my head.

As Aubrey left, i expected for Paige to follow her, but the blonde didn't move. "P, do you need something?" i asked her.

"there's this party tonight , you should stop by"

Was Paige inviting you as a date? no.

"Okay, text me the details and i'll think about it" i kinda accepted her invite. Tonight i already made plans with my roommate, i don't think its a good idea to cancel those just because i want to see my crush. I also didn't want my hopes to be up.

While Y/N thought about that, Paige was beaming with excitement on the inside, if Y/N did show up tonight. this was going to be the night where she made her move.

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She didn't show, she. didn't. show.

In Y/N's head, she didn't think not being at that party was a big deal. se assumed Paige was just being nice inviting her and she definitely didn't know that P was disappointed.

Today they had normal hard practices, and today was actually the final time Paige tried to get Y/N's attention. no like actually the last time.

As she dribbled the ball, suddenly she dropped the ball, and dramatically fell to the ground. Ice let out a laugh, but while she knew what Paige's plan was, Geno and Y/N didn't.

I gasped, seeing Paige suddenly on the ground, she was fine literally 10seconds ago. Quickly running over, followed by the rest of the coaching staff.

“Can u get up by yourself?”

“I can try”

okay good sign, good sign. it’s not broken.

“To my office” I instructed both Nika and Paige. While holding on to Paige, giving her a bit of support.

When we arrived, I made Paige lay down. And started testing her knee. It seemed fine, actually perfect.

“Maybe we should get another opinion, I don’t think my brains working properly”

I can’t seem to find out whats wrong, she says her knee hurts, but the tests i did make her look perfect.

“Ummm Alright” i heard her hesitate. Her voice slightly nervous.

“Paige”

“Yeah”

“Are you… not injured?”

“Kinda” She answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, making me think back. Maybe she didn’t want the pressure or she just wanted an excuse out of practice.

“Paige if you are using this to get out of practice well you’ve got another thing comi-”

“Im using this as an excuse to see you” She cut you off.

“What”

“I’ve literally been giving you hints all year and you’re telling me you didnt know i liked you?”

“Well no” I answered honestly. When i finally met her eyes, a small smile took over my face. Her sad face turned hopeful. She pulled her head up and it was a centimeter away from my lips, knowing shes hesitant i leaned down and connected our lips.

“I like you too P” i said “You couldve just asked me out and this wouldn’t have had to happen”

“Don’t even try to turn this on me ma” she started ranting, you just laughed and stood there watching. Okay so you weren’t delusional.

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#paige bueckers #uconn #paige bueckers headcannons #paige bueckers imagine #paige bueckers x reader #wnba #nika muhl #paige bueckers x oc #paige bueckers x y/n

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peachhcs · 2 days

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mark to the rescue

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy isn't feeling it when hannah drags her out, so mark comes to save her from the frats

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i always love writing the big brother relationship between samy and the umich boys, so here's her and mark after he picks her up when samy attempts to go out and talk to guys but realizes all of them are horrible

au masterlist

“come onnn, you haven’t come out with us in like..forever,” hannah frowned at samy where the girl sat on her bed trying to get her homework done. a small eye roll came from the soccer player.

“maybe because i’m trying to keep up with my work?” samy’s tone had a bit of attitude laced into it.

hannah’s noticed she’s become a bit more bitter ever since the breakup and knew to not take it personally. “okay, well you can take a break? it’ll be a fun break,” the girl tried again with a hopeful smile.

“i’m just not into it,” samy shrugged knowing she wouldn’t really have fun. she never had a lot of fun when going out unless she was somewhat wasted and there was no way she was drinking her weight with a game in two days.

“for an hour? please? for me if not yourself? maybe you’ll see a guy catch your eye or something,” hannah wiggled her eyebrows, but that only earned her another unimpressed eye roll.

she’s been on samy’s back a little about going out and talking to some guys since will clearly didn’t care anymore and neither of them had spoken for five months.

“again with the guys, huh?” samy raised her eyebrow.

“i just think it could be fun for you. try out your flirting. you never really had to do that with will because he was always just all over you,” immediately after hannah said that she realized she probably shouldn’t have.

samy’s gaze hardened a bit at the mention of will’s name.

“if i come out, will you shut up?”

hannah smiled, “yes. i knew i could convince you. come on, we need to get you ready.”

samy was dragged off the bed a moment later, her textbooks and notebooks long forgotten as the two girls dove into samy’s closet to find an outfit.

thirty minutes later, hannah and samy packed themselves into the full frat house. sweaty bodies knocked against one another along with drinks dropping to the floor as it sloshed out of people’s cups. the scene was chaotic and samy quickly regretted coming out.

“i’m gonna find a drink. want anything?” hannah yelled over the speakers.

“get me whatever,” samy responded. the girl nodded before disappearing into the crowd of bodies towards the kitchen.

samy perched herself in the corner where she hoped she could hide the whole night and not have to talk to anyone. her phone suddenly became really interesting as she swiped through her different apps awaiting hannah’s return.

“hey, samy, right?” the brunette’s head snapped up at the new voice.

when she saw the face a few feet away, she instantly recognized him. he was in her political theory class where the two bantered back and forth about differing opinions. samy managed a small smile.

“hi, yeah. that’s me. you’re..dylan, right?” the boy nodded when samy got his name right.

“yeah, that’s me. i’m always firing some opinions back at you in class,” dylan said and samy nodded.

“yeah, that’s right. those are fun,” the girl chuckled even though they were on opposite ends of the debate most of the times, samy enjoyed having someone to have civilized discussions with amd she knew they entertained the class.

“i didn’t really take you for much of a frat girl?” dylan hummed, leaning himself against the wall. the brunette shrugged some.

“i’m not, but my roommate dragged me out,” somewhere in the crowd was hannag getting them drinks and samy lowkey hoped she’d come back soon so she could exit this conversation.

it wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to dylan, samy knew what he wanted and why he was near her and that was just something the girl didn’t really want to partake in.

“how are you and your boyfriend? i never see you post about him anymore?” dylan asked casually, but that sentence alone nearly sent the girl spiraling. she forgot people would ask her about will because they were fairly public with their relationship.

“um, we broke up a few months ago actually,” samy swallowed, eyes on the ground.

“oh. i’m sorry, i had no idea. that sucks,” the taller boy quickly sympathized with her, but samy shook her head.

“don’t worry about it. it’s fine,” she gave a tight lipped smile that hopefully dylan would take the hint that she didn’t want to talk about it.

he seemed to not take that hint though, “you were out of his league anyway. i’m sure you can do a lot better than him.”

samy seriously hoped hannah was on her way back with those drinks. “yeah, it’s whatever. i’m getting over it,” the soccer player’s fingers brushed across her charm bracelet, subconsciously toying with the shark charm.

whether the youngest hughes wanted to acknowledge it or not, she played with that charm a lot whenever will was on her mind as if it would help her stop thinking about him even though he got her that charm.

“i bet your brother’s hockey friends are just lined up for you,” dylan seriously did not know when to stop talking.

luckily, hannah pushed her way back through the crowd with two cups in her hand. she beamed when she caught sight of her roommate talking to a guy.

“oh, perfect. i was waiting for you, hannah. mind showing me to the bathroom,” samy immediately cut in when the girl got close enough.

samy had eyes that said get me away from this man. hannah glanced between her and the guy before nodding, letting the soccer player drag her away before anything else could be said. as soon as the two were out of view, samy grabbed a cup and quickly chugged whatever was in it.

“jesus, slow down, hughes,” hannah laughed a bit.

“these fucking guys don’t know how to take a hint. have they always been this bad?” because will was always just there, samy never had to do much flirting with him to catch his attention. she hardly paid attention to the guys in the frats last year, so she never realized how horrible it was to talk to one of them.

“did something happen?” hannah grew concerned.

“just that dylan can’t take a hint when to stop talking. he literally thinks luke’s hockey friends are at my feet after knowing will broke up with me,” the idea made the brunette shudder even thinking about it.

“ew, gross. that would be a whole new low for you if you started dating one of them,” hannah shook her head.

“can i just leave? i’ll get mark or someone to pick me up. i know you’re trying to cheer me up, but i don’t think a frat is gonna make me smile,” samy frowned a bit.

hannah studied her roommate's expression and she knew this scene wasn’t for her. it never had been anyway. “okay, just text me when you’re back? i’m sorry this wasn’t fun.”

“it’s okay. i promise i’ll text,” the two girls exchanged tight hugs before samy started her way back to the door and searched for mark’s contact.

she knew ethan was studying for this big exam coming up and mark never did much except hang out with his girlfriend, so samy just hoped she wouldn’t interrupt things when she called. surprisingly, the older boy picked up on the second ring as soon as samy got outside.

“what’s up hughesy?” mark cheered.

“hey, i hate to ask but can you pick me up? i’m at this frat hannah dragged me out to and i just wasn’t feeling it. i’ll send my location,” the girl explained.

“yeah, sure. i’m on my way,” mark said.

“thanks, mark. i owe you,” the two hung up and samy made her perch outside while she waited for mark’s arrival.

ten minutes later, mark’s little honda civic pulled onto the side of the road. the boy reached over the seats to push samy’s door open for her. the girl smiled as she climbed in beside him.

“thanks again. i didn’t wanna bother ethan knowing he’s studying,” samy explained as she buckled in and mark pulled back onto the road.

“it’s not a problem. i was just playing video games with the other guys,” that made samy laugh because of how typical that sounded. those guys were always glued to their computers on call with one another.

“any chance you’re hungry? i could go for our usual,” mark glanced over at the girl with a smile.

anytime ethan or mark had to pick samy up late at night, they always stopped at their favorite pizza place on campus that became the spot the two boys took the girl out for lunch every other week to catch up with her like real annoying brothers would do.

“i could always go for pizza,” samy grinned back at the older boy.

they pulled into the parking lot a few moments later as the two eagerly hopped out to order their usuals—two slices of pepperoni for samy and two slices of cheese for mark. with it being almost 12 in the morning, the two got in and out and then found a table outside. they let the comfortable silence overtake them, savoring the first bites and people watching the very drunk college kids wandering around to different house parties.

“so bad night, or what?” mark wondered.

“not really..i just wasn’t feeling it i guess. this one guy tried talking me up and it got weird really fast,” samy shook her head.

“what’d he say?”

“well, first he said i was out of will’s league because i told him we broke up when he asked. then he said and i quote, “i’m sure luke’s hockey friends are lined up at your feet.”” mark quickly frowned when he heard that.

“what the fuck. who says that,” his eyebrows scrunched together in near disgust.

“i have no idea. i just had to get out of there. i forgot how awful guys are when they’re trying to flirt with you,” the younger girl shook her head again.

“i guess you have been out of the game for awhile so,” mark gently teased, but that made samy smile.

“apparently. i hate that i actually have to like deal with that if i wanna talk to guys now.”

“are you thinking about dating again?” mark asked.

“i feel like i can’t keep sitting around being sad, so maybe. i don’t know. probably nothing serious though. the dating scene doesn’t really appeal to me.”

“makes sense. i’d be the same way if i were you. i know you and will didn’t date for a long time, but that was some serious shit, so.. moving on isn’t that easy,” the older boy sympathized, which samy appreciated.

“right. i was his first time, so i’d say that’s pretty serious,” the girl mumbled, but mark made a face.

“ew, i didn’t need to know that part. but like actually?” his reaction made the brunette laugh.

“sorry, but yeah i was. surprised me too when he told me, but i don’t know. i kind of thought it was sweet,” samy hummed a bit, her finger going back to the shark charm.

“i know you’ve probably heard this a hundred times, but i really hope you guys can work it out. especially the friendship part. having a best friend like that is really special. i never really had a best friend like that until i came here and met ethan and luke and all the guys. even if the dating can’t happen again, i really hope you two can be friends again,” mark said softly which samy surprisingly didn’t hate hearing. she knew everyone who was saying this had a point and she, too, hoped that her and will could work something out. it was just a matter of who was gonna reach out to make it happen because they were both very stubborn.

“thanks, mark. i also hope we can be friends at some point again,” the two shared a smile.

they stayed for another ten minutes before deciding they should get back because it was late. when mark pulled into the parking lot to samy’s dorm, she reached out to give his arm a loving squeeze.

“thanks again. text me when you and ethan are up for our get together next week and i’ll see you at tomorrow's game.”

“yes, ma’am. have a good night,” they exchanged one last smile before samy climbed out and started her way back to the dorm feeling a lot better than she did when she left earlier.

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silica · 3 days

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Tarot • pick a pile • general reading

Mystery Reading — pick a pile for your message *.☁️’’

Pile 1 — Pile 2 — Pile 3 — Pile 4 — Pile 5

☁️

Please pick the pile that you feel drawn to the most!

Pile 1

Pile 1, I see help being received after a long time coming. Abundance rolling in. You’ve been in a position of recovery for a while, that small sliver of hope you’ve been holding onto during this time will bear its fruits eventually. You may require the assist of outside support / outside support is on its way.

Something in your life previously has been knocked down completely, this thing is still very strong in your memory even now. I know you must feel it still to some extent. You must have empathy for yourself when coming to terms with this. Gentle steps in the right direction: self forgiveness and moving foreward.

I wish you nothing but the best pile 1. You deserve the good things coming towards you, you just need to accept them when they do arrive. Clinging to the past too much will only recreate those circumstances in the present if you’re not careful. The night has been hard and cold but the mornings rays will arrive soon enough. But try not to be too spooked by their warmth ok? It’s something new, and we tend to get used to the things we expect to happen. So when something different happens we tend to get sceptical almost. Your energy being too guarded towards the things you want to attract will make life unnecessarily harder for yourself.

Pile 2

Contemplating your own future plans, pile 2? You’ve been in a period of sleep for a while now, focusing on crafting the things you want to see in your world. The horizons glance yields summertime sadness. Yet that sunset will give rise to the possibilities of tomorrow once the night is over. The night is when the subconscious comes to power after all. Processing the happenings of yesterday, your memories are being replayed and new understandings are being gleaned from them. The behind forces working away when the world sleeps. That’s you at the moment pile 2. Working in the quiet of the night, burning the midnight oil as they say, to chip away at your dreams. A fine piece of work is coming into view. You’re processing the past so that you can create the future.

When the morning comes is something in your control here, when you’re ready the world will open up to you. Tempt the wands of fate and you’ll manifest the best thing you could have dreamed of.

Additional note: Someone’s mad at how well you’re doing in life I’ll tell you that much.. be careful though pile 2. Don’t underestimate the effects of others. You’ll be ok though; I don’t see you being that affected by this negative energy. It’s kind of coming you of nowhere though, so it may be unexpected to some extent.

Pile 3

What goes around comes around. The truth is being unearthed. Someone or something who hurt you in the past is being held responsible. And it seems to have been a long time coming, the righteous will is stronger than lies. Snow is falling. The world has changed and time has past, but your endurance in this situation is commendable. It’s not something you should just let slide. The accountability you’ve been waiting for will come to pass. Things are being payed up. Whatever has happened is something that has haunted you even when your life has changed a new. I sense that your life will also transform even more once it’s fully in the past and no debts remain unpaid. Good luck pile 3. Your patience will be worth it. (This may have been a legal or personal battle, or something else potentially, but the overall message is the same.)

Pile 4

Pile 4, it seems you’re still waiting on the outcome of a decision to pass. Everything is up in the air now, and you’re waiting for new information. Whatever it is you’re waiting on will arrive in good timing, from an understanding source. It may give more of an emotional effect than you were anticipating, this news may be not what you were hoping for. In fact you may be upset or disappointed. But fear not, there is a silver lining to this end. The beginning of a new dream, setting you sights on something higher I see. You’re being redirected towards something better. Whatever your choice here, you’ll be alright. Though I recommend hearing out what else could be out there for you. There’s no need to limit yourself to one path that’s not working when there’s an even greater one for you out there. Traditions can be broken at the drop of a hat. You have no holdover to promise the past your tomorrows. It’s the past, (maybe look into the concept of ‘the sunk cost fallacy’ as this seems to be in your energy at the moment) no need to waste more time on it. Endings always bring beginnings.

Pile 5

How come you’re holding yourself back from what you want? You have the resources to move forward, and yet, you don’t. Because of fear. You want that cup of warm tea and fresh bread, yet you deny yourself the idea of you being hungry in the first place.

I apologise if this is blunt but you need to step up into your power pile 5. No more faffing about. This is a cycle that can break anytime you want. You just need the strength of setting your mind to it. Baby steps if you must. Rebirth takes time after all, even after you are reborn a new, you still need to learn how to walk all over again. How to drink that cup of tea that you’ve always wanted. Gentle reminders can only go so far though, the blinding logic here is that you’ve hit a road block : yourself. Your own cowardice and self victimisation. It’s biting you in the ass man. There’s no need for guilt, that’s pointless, so is feeling sorry for yourself for feeling this way. That’s needless as well. You owe that to no one. Not yourself, you deserve better.

🗡️🫀

May the blade be in your service, the loyal weapon of your thoughts and motivations, working in your favour. And not wedged into your heart; cutting it open and letting yourself bleed out. The stain of red is only so important after a while, it’ll seem silly in retrospect to have worried so much. Our hearts still beat the same for tomorrow as they did yesterday and the day before. It’s the reminder that you’re still here, and that your dreams still are too.

Pile 6

You’ve been set up to make an important decision soon pile 6. It seems to be something you’re still in your mind about. To the chagrin of those around you seemingly; who just want you to make your mind up already and be done with it. I think you are wise to have waited to put more thought into this. It’s no small choice even if it seems like it on the outside. My advice here is that temperance is a virtue, sometimes the middle path is what yields the most results. A more subtle approach or letting go of false polarities might help here. Whatever decision you make will mean the death of something and the result of new found fortune. Sowing seeds for the first time in a long while. You’ll be alright, use your discernment properly here. Don’t jump too fast just to appease outside forces, that may cause you some regrets. Making a poor decision on your own judgment is upsetting, yet acting in haste tends to make the outcomes even more regrettable if things turn negative. You’ve got this pile 6. Slow down and think clearly, you’ve got enough time.

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THE GROAN HAPPENED WITH JUST LOUIS AND DANIEL. WITH LOUIS GETTING PISSED OFF.

Armand relaying messages from Lestat to Louis like one of them is a hostage. Or both of them are.

Louis inadvertently ruining Daniel's life with the best of intentions.

I hope people get that Louis wouldn't have said that stuff to Armand if he wasn't high. He would have thought it, but he wouldn't have said it. Even Armand tries to cling to this, with "Here come the drugs" and trying to talk over Louis as he gets crueler and crueler.

Speaking of, I absolutely adore the balance we got with Louis and Armand both. We saw the ugliest sides of them both, but also some of their redeeming qualities. Armand is indeed, as Louis put it, "the gremlin or the good nurse," while we see Louis taking aim at some of the worst trauma it's possible to experience (things that are so hard for Armand to share in the first place) but also having great mercy for Daniel, the one innocent in all of this. While they fling each others' absolute worst traumas in each others' faces, to the point where one has to drag the other out of the sun, they somehow manage to scrape together enough control between them to spare the human.

Something I adore so much about Armand is the fact that his emotional dysregulation comes out in such an eerily tranquil manner. But don't be fooled. Just because he isn't shouting after that fight doesn't mean he's controlled. He won't even know he's dysregulated. Everything seems perfectly clear to him, viewed through the warped lens of his broken emotions.

I want to marry the entire "Am I boring/Teach me to be fascinating" thing because not only is it the most Devil's Minion shit we've had so far, it dips straight into Armand's entire "alien learning human behavior through observation and mimicry" vibe.

I was not convinced until this episode that Armand has meddled in Louis' Paris memories, mainly because the way some fans talked about it seemed to scapegoat Armand and attribute abilities with no limits or boundaries that didn't exist in the books. But they've kind of worked it in such a way where it has rules that make sense in-universe, as a combination of hypnosis and the spell gift, and I buy it. More than that, it seems like as soon as (a high) Louis has that memory (of Claudia not loving him), he hears her calling him and goes straight into the sun. Yeah, I think when Armand is banished from the table, when there's no one around to manage Louis' emotions as he confronts the darkest moments of his life, we're getting the Merrick ending. And I think when Armand is banished, since we've established he can find Lestat, he's going to tell him to go help Louis. And, no doubt, get pushed off a roof. Which. Fair. And if he's pushed from this tower, he and Lestat may actually venture closer to being even, unlike in TVL.

The vibrating eye effect was much better this time. They remembered to keep the catchlight steady while his eye moves.

"Armand, put me in the coffin!" Oh my god I think they are setting up a reveal about "Put me in my coffin, Louis" from Murdernight. Setting up that the coffin is the safest place for them to heal, shut away from even a hint of sunlight, to sleep for however long they need to. So I am more and more sure that Louis has been lying about who slit Lestat's throat for so long, and had so much paranoia about his mind being read, that he has come to believe it himself.

If Louis is being smart, he chose to stay with Armand so he could find out where Lestat is. If he's not being smart, it's nothing new. Louis makes his choices with his heart, like many of us do. We love him for that.

This is a true codependent relationship. One needs the other, the other needs to be needed. Assad is so right about it not being love, and Armand not even knowing what love would look like. Armand thinks love is serving, worshiping, a sacrifice of the self with nothing in return, no reciprocity. In reality, Armand doesn't think he can be loved, so he settles for being needed. And the cruelty a codependent is capable of when the person dependent on them spits in their face, the enabling, the self-hate--I really could write an entire lengthy meta about this, as someone who used to attend Codependents Anonymous (like Al-Anon, but for people who learned it outside of relationships with addicts). This is rather different from the books, where Armand's dependence on Marius was semi-inadvertently reinforced, but...considering the kind of emotional support Marius expected him to be at his age, multiply it by six times as long as the relationship lasted in the books, it makes a lot of sense this way.

Loumand. Is. So. They both wanted out in this incident. I absolutely believe Armand was going to leave--he left in the book over a far, far less horrible confrontation, and he looked crushed with just a hint of happiness when Louis wanted him to stay (god, Assad, you're so fucking good). Once again, wanting out, but he can't cut the cord himself. He's too weak to being wanted and/or needed. Louis, meanwhile...I think he made his offer partly to save Daniel, but there's also so much apathy.

Preview for next week. I'm surprised at how Louis is talking about Claudia, about her being a burden. And once again, I'm reluctant to fall back on the "it's Armand fucking with brains again" explanation because there's clearly a limit to what Armand will do with his power, or else he would just hypno-spell Louis into all sorts of shit. There is too much Louis knows and resents, the coven is too out of control, and there's too much defiance from Claudia for him to be using it enough to explain everything that makes me go "hm." I think part of the point in the turn Louis and Claudia's relationship has taken is that sometimes, our closest relationships go bad, and we don't always have a chance to make things right before we lose them for good.

I love all these messy bitches.

They are so setting us up for Marius.

Yes hugging Yarnmand helped.

#iwtv #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #iwtv spoilers #iwtv amc #armand #louis de pointe du lac #daniel molloy #lestat de lioncourt

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do Zoro, Ace, Luffy, Law, Crocodile, King, and 2 Characters of your choice x Reader, where they and Reader are having a romantic moment and just when the moment is just right, something or someone interrupts the romantic scene?

ok, ok, I know, I'm really late with this one. But life is so chaotic that I won't even look for excuses hahah but I really liked your request. I think some came out a little less romantic? I don't know, I'll leave it for your evaluation. I hope you enjoy!

warnings were placed individually in each of the stories.

F!Reader x Zoro, Ace, Luffy, Law, Crocodile, King and Smoker (placed individually)

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Zoro

warnings: mentions of previous fights/problems with an enemy pirate. Zoro is very direct with his feelings. Mentions of drinking (we have Zoro in this one, so it's kind of obligatory)

Another victory, another time to rest in some bar.

Taking the opportunity to explore the new island after solving yet another series of problems, you and your companions chose to stuff their faces - and especially Luffy and Chopper, fill their bellies with food - in a bar they found there.

However, something still stirred you. The encounter with an enemy pirate that afternoon and the way he had spoken to you still affected you. It still made you see your position on the team as shallow, expendable, unnecessary. It still made you want to isolate yourself.

"A dose for whatever's going on in your head." Zoro placed three small glasses in front of you and three in front of him when he sat down.

"What do you mean by that?" you turned to him, only then realizing that what was a full table before was now just the two of you.

"Everyone was leaving, some asking you to come along, but you seemed stuck in your own head." he explained and drank the first shot of drink. "Like I said, one glass, one thought."

"And what are you thinking?"

"That you stayed here because you didn't want to go with the wire eyebrow, of course." he pointed out, eliciting a light laugh from you. Little did Zoro know that, out of all the options you could have, Sanji wasn't exactly the one you were looking for. "Now it's your turn."

You downed the drink and felt the strong alcohol burn your throat, but the words didn't want to come out. It was too difficult to bring into the world an insecurity that, in your eyes, would be so dispensable in the vision of someone as strong as Zoro.

"Me again." he pointed out, seeing that you had remained quiet. As soon as he downed another shot, he started. "You let that shit that guy said get into your head, didn't you?"

"Can you tell me where he went wrong?" you asked and only saw Zoro laugh in disbelief. "I'm weak, I'm just a linguist, I can't fight, I don't have a devil fruit. What am I but dead weight?"

"Much more than you imagine." Zoro responded as if it were obvious.

"Much more? Only if it's much more of a burden, much more of a responsibility. I don't want to cause problems for anyone, I don't want to become a responsibility. If it weren't for you today…"

"If it weren't for me, you would still be alive and well, no one would let that idiot hurt you." Zoro seemed to be stressing about the subject and that became clearer when you saw him downing his last dose and the two of yours that were left and then remaining in a brief silence.

"I'm sorry Zoro, I didn't mean to…"

"You're important, okay? To Luffy, to the crew, to me." Seeing you look away from him, without much refinement or kindness, Zoro turned your face back to him, holding you by the chin. "I would face him a thousand times over if I had to."

"Zoro, what does that mean?"

"You mean I never want to hear you talk about yourself like that again, please." the ending came out more like a whisper than anything else. "And it also means that whenever you need me, I will protect you. It's not everyone's responsibility, you're right, but please let it be mine."

You could feel the adrenaline rush through your body as well as waves of goosebumps going through you from the point Zoro touched you and before he finished the path to your lips, a loud noise on the table separated the two of you.

"Here you go!" Luffy sat between the two of you, practically half on top of each of your bodies. In front, a plate full of different types of sweets: chocolates, lollipops, cotton candy. Chopper was along, already stealing some pieces. "Today we know it was a difficult day for you and we know you like sweets, so this is a good thing to cheer you up. What do you think?"

"I think it's amazing!" You took a piece of chocolate, enjoying it as it melted in your mouth. "Thank you, you're amazing." despite leaving in a loud voice, your eyes went to Zoro, who just nodded and adjusted himself on the bar stool, pleased to see you happy again.

Ace

warnings: Ace and F!Reader have a casual, no-strings-attached affair.

The party and chaos accumulated on one side of the Moby Dick, it was a common image as there was no shortage - and often, barely needed - of reasons for the crew to get drunk and celebrate something. That didn't exempt you. With a good dose of beer in hand, you were sitting further back on the edge of the ship, just contemplating the mess a good few meters ahead, while the sea was choppy behind you, the cool breeze sending goosebumps against your skin.

"Hey, what's a pretty girl doing so isolated like that?" Ace leaned against the free space next to you.

"I just came to catch some wind, breathe a little." you explained, seeing him get even closer and stop almost glued to your side. "And you?"

"I just came to see a pretty girl." He placed his hand on your knee, caressing your skin, which was covered in goosebumps by the cool wind - and perhaps by his touch. "But seriously, is everything okay?"

"Of course, I really just came to enjoy the view for a bit." you explained, seeing him paying attention to every word. "I like to keep these happy moments in my memory, and besides, the night is beautiful."

"Yeah, I like it too." giving up the caress on your leg, he sat down next to you. "I like to think that one day it will be the two of us."

"What do you mean the two of us?"

"This celebration today. It's going to be about the two of us. About me putting you there in the middle, getting down on my knees and asking you to be mine and then, after a while, it's going to be the celebration about our marriage." he saw you laugh knowing he had surprised you with his brief proposal.

"And what else, fire fists?"

"The old man is going to celebrate our wedding, after all, he's the one who has to give the blessing. We're going to drink all night and then, after a while, maybe we'll be celebrating the arrival of our child, I don't know." he shrugged, chuckling at the very thought. "Maybe I went too far."

"For all of this, we need to stop being just hookups, don't you think?"

"You and I know that's not all we are." His tone of voice lowered, as if he was telling an intimate secret - which it wasn't - between you. "You know you mean so much more than just that to me."

"I know and I know you know it too." you turned around to try and steal a quick kiss from him, but were stopped by Ace placing his hat on you.

Gently, he hit the object on your head, removing your strands of hair that were a little messy and then, he helped the small hanging rope. His hand wandered from the object to your cheek, placing a quick caress.

"I love you, Ace." your voice came out as a brief whisper, a confession that was almost forbidden.

"I love you even more." he stole an almost chaste kiss from your lips, just to confirm the feeling.

"You should say that sober." you warned him and saw him walk away with a cynical laugh in him. Upon reaching the glass he had brought, Ace took another sip and offered it to you, who accepted. Water.

"I needed courage to come and talk to you about this today and I don't think drinking alcohol would help." he explained, placing quick kisses along your exposed skin. "So, no more hookups?"

"No more hookups." you confirmed, feeling his lips slide over your skin. "Keep doing that and I'm going to want you to get down on your knees and propose as soon as possible."

"For your information, I intend to kneel today." his kisses found the weak spot on your neck. "But you're the one who's going to be asking for something more."

"Stop that!" perhaps the distraction of his kisses prevented you from seeing Thatch and Marco approaching. "The two of them won't be isolated in this clump."

"Did he have the decency to ask you to be his girlfriend?" Marco asked you, who nodded, feeling his cheeks burn in shyness. "Finally!"

"Then there are no more excuses…" Thatch threw Ace over his shoulder and Marco did the same to you.

"Put me down." the fire fist asked, even if he wanted to, he would have let go of there.

"We need to celebrate. You finally got the courage." Marco pointed out while you didn't even make an effort to get off his shoulder.

It should have been a night for the two of you to celebrate the new agreement between you, but it was difficult to celebrate alone when everyone wanted to celebrate the fact that you were finally and officially together.

Luffy

warnings: Luffy is a cute fool, that's all. Ah, we have mentions of Luffy sinking into the water (poor dear and his inability to swim)

Damn, a thousand times damn. Why was it almost impossible to get Luffy to listen to anything other than his crazy ideas?

Most of the time it had ended well, but it didn't seem to be the same as today. Praying to any god that could help you at that moment, you threw yourself against the cold, turbulent water of the sea. Shaking your arms the way you thought swimming was, you began to dive awkwardly. A few feet below, you could see Luffy sinking.

With some difficulty, you reached him and despite being weak, he still remained conscious for enough seconds to see that it was you there. Sticking to his vest and using the very little you knew, you managed to pull him back to the Sunny and now the fight that was taking place throughout the ship was being contained mainly by Zoro and Sanji, leaving you not much to worry about other than revive Luffy.

Not finding many plausible solutions, you stuck your mouth to his and tried to pull out all the water he had swallowed. When you repeated the gesture for the third time, you saw him wake up spitting, while you were kneeling next to him, relief washing over you.

"Thank you for saving me." he began, knowing you would probably be furious. "And apparently you learned to swim."

"Desperate times call for desperate measures." you allowed yourself to relax for a brief moment. In the end, he was fine.

"The only problem is, I've always thought about doing it, but not right after I drowned." upon seeing the question mark that was practically drawn on your forehead, Luffy continued. "I always thought about kissing you. You're pretty, nice…"

"Have you always thought about kissing me?" You looked indignant, but quickly corrected yourself, letting the little secret you carried for so long slip out there. "I've always thought that too Luffy, I think I like you, more than just as friends."

"Can we repeat the kiss…" before he finished proposing, his calm tone was replaced by a loud grumble as soon as he was hit by Nami.

"You idiot! How can you let yourself fall into the sea when there was only one person who doesn't know how to swim to save you." she insisted, the angry tone clear in her voice.

Some of your coughs caught the attention of both of them, as well as that of the ship's doctor.

"You might have swallowed a lot of water too!" Chopper pointed out, stethoscope in hand. "I need to run some tests."

"Don't worry about it, Chopper." You tried to push him away, but soon you felt him cover you with a cloth.

"Listen to Chopper." Luffy asked this time, already recovered and almost dry, which was a mystery to you how he managed to do it. "Chopper, take care of her and as soon as everything is okay, call me, please."

Luffy had no social constraints that would prevent him from doing that in front of everyone, but something told him that it had to be special. Then he just placed a chaste kiss on your cheek and left. Now everyone seemed as lost as you had been the first time.

Law

warnings: sweet boyfriend Law. This has to be a warning because this man is amazing.

Before you even open your eyes, you can feel a pair of arms wrapping around you firmly, moist lips sliding along the contour of your neck. The warm quilting of the blanket against your skin also made you want to stay there even more. However, it had just been a break after lunch for the two of you to talk - and in fact, talk and without meaning to, or perhaps because of the way his fingers slid under the top of your head in a caress, you found yourself being dragged to the world of dreams.

"Looks like someone woke up from their nap." Law's huskier voice indicated that you weren't the only one to have closed your eyes that afternoon.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one who took a nap." you - even though you practically had to fight against his arms - turned around, just a few centimeters separating your face from his. "You look rested."

"And you look beautiful, even in your sleep." he stole a quick kiss from your lips. "Even snoring."

"Snoring?"

"Yes, the noise was certainly capable of driving away the sea kings that were circling around." he grunted when he felt the light, painless slap on his arm. "Okay, it was just a cute snore."

"A cute snore?" you pushed him in vain, feeling like you only gave him enough space to pull you onto his body. "Don't even think about it, Trafalgar, after that, you don't deserve it."

"Don't be so mean." his hands slid over your body in a gentle way, practically not malicious. "Don't I deserve anything?"

"Nothing." you leaned down, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"That kind of nothing seems interesting to me." he pointed to the other cheek. "Can I have a nothing here too?" As soon as your lips met his skin, the tattooed finger moved to another corner of his face. "And here, can I?"

"Since when did you become so sappy?" you continued following where he pointed, leaving soft trails of kisses against his skin. The last place he pointed was at his lips. "Do you think you haven't gotten enough kisses?"

"Not yet." He raised himself up on his elbows, just to reach your lips and take them for himself.

His hands soon tangled against your messy strands of hair, while almost slowly he allowed himself to explore every corner of the paradise that was hidden between your lips. There was no searching for contact, no mischievous squeezes or grumbling and moaning, just the two of you, tangled in a pile of sheets, exchanging kisses and caresses.

"Captain!" Bepo's voice reached the two of you before he had practically walked through the door. "I found you!"

"Would you mind knocking on the door before coming in!" Law's voice started low and ended almost furiously.

His hands, previously on your body, pulled the sheet to cover your body. Even though you were fully dressed and Bepo posed no threat, Law couldn't help the sense of protection that surrounded him when it came to you.

"What's up Bepo?" You said more sweetly, discreetly trying to get off your boyfriend.

"The captain is about an hour late for his task and Ikkaku has been looking for you for a while too." the bear explained. "And also, if we continue on the same route, we will come face to face with a giant sea king in a few minutes."

"And you just let me know now?" Law grunted, but the stress was short-lived when he heard your laugh, almost like an automatic tranquilizer for him. "I'll meet you in a minute."

Understanding the message, Bepo closed the door and left the room. Your boyfriend's face gave it all away: he wished he could stay there, but he couldn't. Duty called you both.

"I'm coming to sleep here with you today, what do you think?" you proposed and saw him stop fixing his shoes to look at you, a small smile lit against his lips.

"Please." He asked, making you nod. "Well, I warned you."

"What did you warn me?"

"Your snoring, now I have a king of the seas to take down." he laughed when he saw you mumble. The small pout on your lips was covered with a kiss from him. "I'll see you later love."

Crocodile

warnings: jealous crocodile, as always. Brief appearance of our favorite hawk eyes.

Some things started to make sense when you entered the large hall. As an assistant, you knew that part of the ball was just an excuse to attract some enemies while the other part was to find allies, investors or anyone who could make a relevant contribution to the Cross Guild.

Even though you knew all the planning for the party, you still didn't understand why a long, sparkling dark green dress appeared on your table a few days ago. When you saw one of the evening's hosts, you noticed that - perhaps coincidentally - the two of you's outfits matched.

Waving to some infamous pirates - with rewards that you lost count of digits - little by little you got closer to whoever had provided such an outfit for you.

"I see you liked my gift." Crocodile said as you stopped in front of him. Without hesitating, he took one of your hands and made you do a little turn. "It served as if it was made for you."

"I suspect it was actually made for me, am I right?" you accepted the champagne and with an almost malicious smile you took a brief sip. The two of you lived in a cat and mouse hunt between all the years you had been working together, your feelings for him were clear and at least on one day, you expected to be reciprocated.

"I couldn't afford to let the most beautiful lady of the night go unnoticed, or unaccompanied." He said and for a brief minute, you realized he still hadn't let go of your hand. The awareness of the act seemed to reach him too and in a subtle way, he let his hand fall to his side. "And after so long…"

"After Alabasta, after Impel Down, here we are." you concluded his idea, a sideways smile took over Crocodile. "Everyone begging to be at your feet again."

"I know I'm a little cold, I won't deny that fact, but…" he approached, letting the words come out gently and quietly, as if nothing mattered other than the two of you there. "I'm grateful that all these years you've been by my side."

"And I'm grateful that all these years you allowed me to stay. For taking me out of that miserable life." you just said, reaching out to grab another glass and handing it to him. "Here's to business."

"I'm hoping this is the last toast to business." He tapped the glass against yours, seeing your expression remain in doubt. "I hope our next toast like this, you won't be my assistant anymore. I mean, just my assistant."

"And what do you expect, Sir Crocodile?" you gave him space to approach, stopping just a few inches away.

"Instead of green, maybe you'll wear white. And we sure as hell won't have that bunch of stupid pirates." he pointed out, seeing you smile widely. He raised the cup towards you again. "So, here's to our last night of business?"

"Sorry to interrupt." Mihawk's voice reached you as did his brief touch on your waist.

"I hope it's something important." Crocodile's mild expression faded as he analyzed his business partner and wondered why he was touching you.

"I need your help, miss." he pointed out, turning to you. "An idiot who refuses to take his eyes off you coincidentally owes me a few things. Would you be willing to serve as a little bait?" The groan that came from Crocodile upon hearing Mihawk's proposal to you didn't go unnoticed. "It's just a talk with him."

"Alright, I can help you with that." you agreed, much to your partner's chagrin. You handed your cup to Crocodile and taking advantage of the fact that Mihawk practically covered you from the others' view, you gave Crocodile a quick peck. "Last night of business, okay?" the man just nodded and watched you leave with the other man.

"Mihawk?" he called, seeing Mihawk and you turn towards him. "Let him lay a finger on my girl and I'll have his head and yours on my desk."

King

warnings: cute, very cute. Kind of like OC King, but I can't help but write him being cute. Sorry.

Some companions respected him too much - you analyzed it as pure fear, but you preferred to keep the observation to yourself - however, King did not impose this "fear" on you, quite the opposite.

When you weren't carrying out any of the requested orders, you liked to take your time and observe him. How he seemed to have been sculpted by something that went beyond comparison, how he could be affable when no one was around - this Queen insisted amid acid comments that it was an affection directed only at you.

After a long battle and few scratches distributed throughout the crew, in a more private corner you can see him sitting, patching up a possible injury to his hand. Aside from the bandage and messy hair, he still looked the perfect vision.

"How can I help you?" the words spill out of you without giving you much time to think.

"Don't worry about that."

"That's kind of impossible." you moved even closer, assessing his hand. "It's a small cut, it should heal in a few days."

"It was a small oversight." He shrugged and smoothed the insistent strand of hair that fell into his face.

"Can I help you with this?" you asked and he just nodded, giving you space to work.

Agilely, your fingers reached the stubborn strand and began to adjust it back to where it belonged, that is, the braid that was almost part of it. As soon as you finished, you adjusted it so that it wouldn't fall into his face again.

What went unnoticed by you was how close the two of you were, about how when you looked down you could feel his eyes burning towards you, as they strayed from yours towards your lips.

"Thank you… I mean, how can I thank you for that?" his voice was no more than a brief whisper.

"It is not necessary…"

"I insist." he interrupted you, being graced with the smile he knew on your lips. What he wouldn’t give to let you know what that meant to him.

"A ride then." your answer sounded natural to him, as if the idea crossed your mind with a certain frequency. "I always wanted to see the world from above."

"A ride, sounds amazing to me."

"I knew." Queen's voice interrupted the two of you and you immediately moved away from his body. "I told you that this softie was only soft on you."

"Shut up." King simply said without even looking in the other's direction, his eyes following you to apologize and leave.

How did that idiot Queen feel free to interrupt - and even embarrass - someone so beautiful?

The sun was already setting when you finally finished your tasks for the day and out of everything you could have expected to find in front of you, on your bed, you didn't expect to find a small note.

This way, we cannot be interrupted. Neither on this note nor among the clouds.

I heard that especially tonight the moon and the view from above will be beautiful, not as beautiful as the girl reading this note. Would you like a ride?

Smoker

warnings: mentions of a previous incident, but we have no descriptions, just brief mention of it being traumatic. F!Reader is also in the Navy.

Even without opening your colleague's door, it was almost as if you could see smoke coming through the gaps. Smoker was stressed and that was nothing new, especially when one of his missions went wrong.

"Commander Smoker?" your knocking on the door didn't seem to have caught his attention that much, so you opened a small gap, seeing him typically sitting with two cigars in his hands. "I can enter?"

"Yes." he simply responded, watching you close the door behind you and cross the small space that separated you from his desk.

"Here are some reports from today's mission."

You placed them on the table and you could see him still sulking. You had been working together for too long to know that if possible, Smoker would always let his frustration take over the entire environment - and sometimes it wasn't even in the form of smoke.

"I heard that some stupid pirates gave you a hard time today." you pointed out and saw him just respond with a look, he really wasn't interested in conversation.

A small idea, more like a memory than an idea, crossed your mind and you decided to put it into practice.

"You seem tense." you stated and saw him sigh deeply as you left your gloves on the armchair in front of him.

Without even asking permission - if he didn't want to, you would have at least gotten closer to him, you let your hands slide lightly from his shoulders to the back of his head. It only took a few squeezes for you to start to see him relax. Massaging all over his shoulder and neck, Smoker slowly began to become something more malleable and accessible under your hands.

"Those idiots, if I catch those little shits." he grunted, turning his neck a little to give you more room to work. "And you still ask if I'm tense."

"Some things are impossible to go unnoticed." you let the laughter escape you, a comfort to Smoker's ears. "But you know, sometimes you need to take some time off and relax."

"You say it like you take a lot of time to relax." he turned around, seeing you stick your tongue out. "Some things are impossible to go unnoticed." he repeated to you. "How many nights did you sleep well after that incident?"

"Well, I guess…" you thought for a moment, now your hands were just resting on his shoulders. "To be honest? I think it was only that night that I slept there." you pointed to the armchair on the opposite side. "And of course, in the infirmary. Their medicine is good."

"Don't say things like that." he pointed out, little did you know but the idea of that night still gave him chills.

Letting the affection he had for you guide him, Smoker brought his hand to yours on his shoulder and pulled it, so that your face was level with his.

"I believe we both need to relax." he pointed out, his breathing practically mixing with yours.

"Yeah, we both need it."

You could almost taste Smoker's lips when the door ahead abruptly opened, revealing a panting Tashigi in front of you.

"Commander Smoker!" she started and then stopped, analyzing the situation in front of her eyes. "Do I interrupt something?"

"Don't worry honey, I'm leaving." you pointed out and you could hear Smoker practically grunting in front of you.

"What's so important Tashigi." he didn't bother to let go of your hand, even with the girl's presence, even with your body already standing behind him.

"The pirates from the last mission, someone attacked their ship and they sank, so the team that stayed behind managed to bring them in." Smoker jumped to his feet immediately, picking up the reports you had left on the table.

"You can go, I'll be waiting here." you warned without even waiting for him to ask. As soon as the room was empty, you occupied your favorite armchair and, as you rarely did, you allowed yourself to relax with the aroma of Smoker that still remained in the room.

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jazjelspen · 13 hours

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my angel baby (special chapter!)

alastor w/ angel daughter reader

(notes: This special chapter gives us another glimpse at Alastor's relationship with his only daughter, you, and how unique his parenting skills are. Currently set in the 30s where you two are still living and breathing so far.)

( Welcome back to my fellow angel baby readers! Also much welcome to any newcomers!

Here is a new chapter for my alastor and daughter series, I know it's been such a long while and I understand if a lot of you have moved on qwq I did take quite awhile so I can't blame you. But school finally ended and it's summer! I have much more time on my hands now! If thee are people still interested I'm totally willing to focus my time on updating!

Thank you so much for staying tuned! Let's start then shall we!)

(caution: alastor being manipulative(?), more or so cruel, he makes you cry :( )

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(p.s. NOT PROOFREAD, I also apologize if the pacing and writing is a bit weird qwq I have written in awhile so I'm slightly rusty..!)

It was yet another particular day in the 30s of New Orleans.

Word of mouth of politics, money, entertainment.. everything was nothing but as normal as it could possibly be for a seventeen year old girl.

You woke up to the sound of soft birds chirping yet soon being covered by human made sounds like chatter and metal clanking. You fixed yourself up once you got out of your puffy bed that kept you in sweet dreams each night.

You looked at yourself in the mirror as you fixed your chosen outfit for the day, a small smile cheering yourself up at how you felt a soft gleaming feeling in your chest.

'today will be a good day.' you thought.

...

Something was missing, there was a little gleam of excitement that you couldn't wait for.

You could start it anytime soon but-- it felt wrong.. it was wrong.

'maybe later, I can wait much later...'

Walking out of your bedroom and down the hall, passing by your father's study and your family bathroom ended up in between the kitchen and living area, your nose led you down to the kitchen.

It was a fairly early morning but your nose could smell your father's presence despite him leaving half an hour ago, your feet tapped against the hardwood floors as you went up to the stove with your eyes also noticing a note with writing on it on the counter beside the heating appliance.

Eyes flicked between the warm pot on the stove and the note, your nose took another long whiff of the comforting aroma to be a dish you absolutely love to have in the mornings.

Your hands went on to pick up the note and raised it up for your eyes to see, your father's neat and sophisticated writing made you smile as you started to read:

'Good morning my dove, I do hope you had the sweetest of dreams last night. I know you over exerted yourself the other day and I just hope you aren't slugging like a sloth this morning!-'

Giggling slightly, you continued reading.

'Nevertheless, I made you your favorite before I left off to work. Don't forget to tune in soon!

Love, Father Dearest.'

Right.. his radio show will be on soon!..

You smiled as you folded the note and tugged in into a small pocket/spot on your person before going on to plate yourself breakfast that your dad made and getting a glass of your preferred drink before skimming past the dining table to eat on the living room.. you weren't exactly allowed to eat here but it's not like your father was here to scold you.

Carefully yet hurriedly sliding your glass and plate on the small coffee table your father recently bought to 'bring more life to the house'. You would then scramble up to the home radio and flick with it for a bit until you finally reached your father's signal.

Turning up the volume to hear it loud and clear you proceeded to go back to your break fast and set yourself nicely.

A small opening of music played, his show's theme was a tune you knew by heart and you never missed a day where you wouldn't hum it to yourself.

"Good morning New Orleans!"

Cheered a familiar voice, your own responding back to him despite you fully knowing that he cannot hear you at all.. yet a part of you knows that to a certain extent he knows you're very much present.

"Morning papa!" you smiled as your father's voice continued on to start his daily morning schedule. You proceeded to pick up your eating utensil to start eating.

"This is Alastor! Your favorite radio host here to join you on today's morning broadcast to start off your day with the latest news and weather! Today it's described to be of a nice warm sunny day with little to no clouds, yet it is said to get very chilly once the sun starts to set. So prepare those coats and scarves ladies and gentlemen!-"

You took note of the weather for today, remembering that you needed to have a fire on in the fireplace by the time father came back as well.. he’d probably arrive cold.

He continued on talking about small updates on politics but more or so on the music and entertainment industry, maybe even a little bit of 'gossip' talk about famous figures in pop culture at the time.. talking about latest trends and such.. you sorta admired that about him.. you ate your breakfast whole as you listening to him while sometimes he faded into background noise here and there.

During both your times alive, Alastor always kept up with the latest rages and knew as much as he could about the most recent fads while he was kicking it, even as he raised you he somehow always kept up with all these details.. it was almost fascinating.

Speaking of fads..

You couldn't help but frown slightly.. you were home alone, you could just sneak a peek and father wouldn't know.. but guilt ate at you.

'..I'll do it after chores.. ' you thought.

You finally finished your food and drink and placed your glass and silverware on your empty plate, prepared to pick it up and take it to the sink until you couldn't help but listen to him a little longer until his broadcast ended, which should come to a break segment.

You sat on the sofa and rested your arms and head against the arm of the furniture, feeling slightly full and a bit sleepy from what you ate but in the end it was all worth it.

You let out a huff of air from your lungs out your mouth, the sigh full and heavy.

Your father's voice deafened slightly as your eyes closed for a few seconds, your mind wandering off to your current life and how you were mostly content with everything.

Mostly everything.

You were mostly satisified with your life, you were happy. How couldn't you? You have a warm home, a bed, food, a caring father, caring friends-

Well..

Everything minus the friends.

Sure, you have befriended a few people but your father never let you ever hang with anyone your age. Ever since you no longer needed babysitters, you would lack communication with young people such as yourself.

It was nice that a few people around your age recongnized you as being your father's daughter, you enjoyed people seemingly knowing you off the bat simply because of who raised you but.. father would constantly deter you away from befriending others.

According to him, because of your connection to him there could be people in the world who want to do you wrong.. of course you believed him, you never really knew any better.

Sometimes the loneliness kicks in, you yearn to befriend those similar to you and to have the life of the average ordinary teenager.

But father wouldn’t let that, not for a second.

That is- of course if he never finds your hidden teen fashion magazi--

“And to my lovely daughter, ______, who must be leisurely resting at home.”

Your eyes opened up as your head perked up at the mention of your name. Your heart skipped a beat—

“Ughhh.. daaadd!..” embarrassment creepep up your neck into your cheeks, highlighting the red in your face while you groaned and shoved yo ur face back into the arm rest.

“Don’t forget that we’ll be heading out soon! Get your shoes and coat ready! Don’t forget, father loves you dearly!

And with that, our morning broadcast concludes as the afternoon is now setting. Don’t miss out on our evening broadcast where we’ll be singing a few gentle tunes to soften your night!”

Right.. it’s been a few short hours. You always wondered how your father could never stop talking or run out of words while on air, another talent of his you supposed.

You sighed as you dragged your arms and legs to pick up your dirty dishes, head back to the kitchen and clean them up before father came home.

Oh! And you almost forgot— you also went to set up that small fire in your home’s fireplace. It was rather easy for you to install, you’ve done it many times. Alastor wouldn’t let you do this unless he knows to trust you well and that you know exactly how to do it without burning yourself or the house down.. so you did this part without a hitch.

Even let your arms warm up to the soft ever glowing flames as well..

You knew that he was now wrapping things up with his coworkers and heading back home so you sped slightly so you would be able to get ready on time.

Once you were done you checked the time,

‘1:51..’

You read on the nearby clock, father gets here at exactly 2:00 at most times.

You stood there for a minute, pondering if you should scratch that hidden itch to the back of your head or if you should patiently wait.

But you’ve been waiting since yesterday to look at it..

Should you risk it??..

"One second wouldn't hurt.." you mumbled to yourself, and just like that you were gone in a flash into your room.

You sped so fast to the point that you almost stumbled slightly as you tried to carefully slide down to your knees and your head peeking under your large and heavy dresser.

Your hand reached under and moved side to side with your fingers trying to grip onto the familiar texture of flimsy paper-

"Aha!-"

You exclaimed as you felt your fingers curl around the sudden sound of crunchy paper.

Pulling it out you were met with three various magazines that you saw around the shops as the ideal fashion magazines for teen girls such as yourself.

You remember how you wanted one before but father says that it's not appropriate for a 'pure and gentle soul' such as yourself.

Oh boy if only he knew you had them now.. he’d absolutely go bananas! He would never let you out to get groceries again!

You quickly flipped through the first few pages of the first magazine, it's thin pages full of color and various designs of trendy clothes, accessories, make-up, hair, even love and school advice here and there.

Heck- even the celebrity photos caught your full attention, stars like Clara Bow, Louis Brooks, Anita Page, Madge Bellamy, Jean Harlow, Constance Bennett.. the list could go on forever!

It captivated you, making you curious of the outside world.

You stopped at a certain page, one where you purposefully bent the corner of the page as to remember the spot you wanted to go back to.

It was a particular piece of clothing, one that was all the rage. You stared at it for a bit in admiration and yearning.. you wished father would let you wear something like that. It was that unique shape, style, color/pattern, accessories and other smaller details that simply made you want to wear!

You slowly flipped the page over to the back, a part of the magazine you haven't yet explored, and your eyes widened.

'Call ****! And get your free order of this piece's sewing pattern straight to your home as to make it yourself at home with your own unique choice of fabric, colors, and/or patterns! CALL NOW!'

"No.. way.." you mumbled breathlessly, the sudden realization hitting your head like a broken wine glass to a skull.

Free sewing pattern?.. make it at home?? This is just a GAS! Perhaps you could order it and while making it you could most definitely tweak it a bit!.. to make it into something father would approve of or even let slide!

"I.. I've GOT to get this!-"

Before you knew it you were yet again scrambling on your feet to run towards the living room to the telephone with your magazine in hand, excitement rushing into your veins up your face as you now knew what you had to do!

"With the patterns maybe I can make it myself! make it my own!.."

Your hands esthetically rested the magazine with the number attached on the table the telephone rested on and you quickly started to dial the numbers to the device one by one. You awaited eagerly..

"Cmon cmon.. pick up pick up..!"

...

"Hello this is Everygirls Magazine, what can I help you with?"

"H..Hello! I—“

The phone was snatched right from your hand, you still tried to reach for it due to confusion but then realized who it was that took the phone from your hand.

"Hello there! My apologies for the disturbance-" rang Alastor's voice, sweetly apologizing to whomever was on the other side of the line.

"-but we accidentally dialed the wrong number. Thank you!"

Alastor gently placed the phone back on it's stand, in an almost threatening type of way.

There was silence, your father stared at the magazine before slowly picking it up. You couldn't bear to look at his face, not with that smile you were sure was plastered across.

Minutes passed that felt like hours, the silence was deafening with the only thing cutting it was the sound of paper rustling.

"Father.. " you mumbled, your hands curled and resting onto your chest in slight fear "Are you.. alright?.."

With no words he turned towards the hall, his steps sharp and loud as if confirming his presence and his title in the house.

He was going straight to your room.

"Father?... Father!.." you rushed to follow him, lagging a bit behind him. "Father where are y--"

You couldn't help but softly gasp as you saw him walk into your room and bend down to grab the rest of the magazines to take a closer look. He did all this without saying a word-- and that smile never faltered either.. not for a second.

He flipped through the pages a bit erratically but eventually just clenched the thin booklets in his right hand before suddenly walking up to you and grabbing your wrist with his left. He dragged you with a sudden uncharacteristically harsh and aggressive demeanor.

He was getting tired of your growing rebelliousness. He hated it.

Why couldn't you just listen?.. he was trying to keep you safe! In how own way!

"Father!.. hey!-- that hurts!--"

“Listen here young lady.”

Alastor’s voice was stern and commanding, as if intending to intimidate you.

And it did, you stood there in disbelief and fear.. yet you haven’t fully realized that the both of you were now in front of the fireplace. Its flames dancing, waiting.

“There will be absolutely no secrets under my roof, no misuse of your allowance, no misuse of your time outside that you are more than privileged to have." He was angry, fuming even despite the vaguely cool tone he tried to emit--yet..

His smile, was still there.

As if he was mocking you..

"I told you many, many times that these magazines are full of garbage only intended to rot your head with silly and useless ideas.."

You feared him.

"You've been disobeying me more than I hoped. you're rotting from the inside--"

what.

"Father--"

It wasn't until you saw him turn only to throw your magazines into the fireplace, tossing them mercilessly as he knew you'd watch with distraught eyes.

Tears were brimming in your eyes, your hands held together against your chest as to hold back any sobs.

To him they were just magazines, to you was everything you wanted to know and more.

"I'd hate to do this to you little dove, but no daughter of mine will get consumed by filth that'll decay your pure little mind."

His neck snapped quickly towards you, making you jump slightly and how fast and abrupt it did so.

"Do you understand, dear?"

You opened your mouth to speak but to your dismay nothing came out, but you cried.

Just cried, without warning the tears you tried so hard to hold back just spilled out the moment there was silence after his last sentence.

Your hands snaked up to your face to cover your eyes and tears from being more visible than it already is.

"Oh, darling. Shh.. no need to cry.." Alastor said, you heard his footsteps come closer and you couldn't help but have your shoulders stiff up when you felt his arms go around your shoulders, one of his hands gently patting your head as if trying to soothe you.

After destroying your things.

Even while speaking, you could hear him smiling.. you just knew he was.

"I saved you, little dove. You truly have the world's greatest father.."

(THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SPECIAL CHAPTER OF MY ANGEL BABY!!! AAAAAAAA thank you sososos much! for anyone who's still reading this now thank you so much for looking for my pics yet again and thank you to anyone new for checking this out! much thanks! I once again apologize for the lack of proofreading this time and any other potential issues, I'll try my very best to get back in the zone!

I hope to see you in the next chapter of My Angel Baby! Where we will continue with it's current story in hell and the usual format of the flashbacks at the end as a treat, bye bye!!)

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owlwithanapple · 2 days

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His ex & His current ❤️‍🔥🔞

Content : Adult content🔞/Funny/Break up/…

Characters : Dick Grayson x Y/N

Nightwing POV

Oracle: Dick, there's a car accident near you. Signs of life detected, emergency, rescue needed.

Nightwing: Go now. Keep in touch.

Every day is so busy, when receive an emergency call for help, I have to stop everything and go to the rescue. I rode my motorcycle as fast as I could to destination, hoping to arrive in time, please hold on until I get there. When arrived at destination, I jumped off the motorcycle. There was a car on fire, a woman unconscious in the car. I rushed over and blew up the mirror to open the door. I took off seat belt and turned her head towards me. This world really likes to play a joke on me. The woman in front of me was the woman I loved the most.

Oracle: Dick? You okay? Your vital signs are unstable.

I was shaken, my heart still racing for her. She disappeared for years and now appeared in front of me again. I slapped myself in the face to remind that I was here to rescue her. I picked her up and moved away from the burning car. She was in a coma. I lay on her chest to make sure she was still breathing. The blood on her forehead was caused by the impact. Other parts were not seriously injured. I relieved, but my heart couldn't bear it. She had a silver-blue necklace around her neck. It was a token of love I gave her, and she was still wearing it.

Oracle: Dick! Can you hear me?

Nightwing: Sorry, need an ambulance.

Oracle: I've already arranged it. Are you okay?

Nightwing: .... fine.

I stayed with her until the ambulance arrived and left, then I leave with peace of mind. I was like a fool, because my heart kept beating for her, it took me a long time to give up. A necklace is not enough to represent anything. She didn't come back to Gotham for me. I knew it best, but... was I expecting her to look at me? I adjusted my mentality and rode my motorcycle away from the place where I met her again and ran to the other side. If I stayed any longer, I would lose myself again, the emotional hurt would sting again, and my head would lose control.

Three days later, I still have her image in my mind, lingering. I fell into a deep valley again, unable to forget. My sleep was disrupted and woke up earlier than Alfred. I could feel her by my side even closed my eyes while sitting on the sofa. I was such an idiot who was deeply affectionate and loyal. As soon as we met, all the memories came to my mind, making me distracted until the lights turned on. I woke up.

"Why the hell don't you turn on the lights?" Jason stood at the stairs and choked me unhappily.

I shook my shoulders and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry. I was thinking about something."

He walked over to sit next to me with a confused expression, "It's been three days. What are you doing?"

I sighed and looked at him, looking sad, "Some past."

He crossed his legs and smiled disdainfully, "The past can only be savored."

I gritted my teeth and told him, "Only savor it, can't touch it again."

He looked at me for a long time and finally said, "The girl is your ex-girlfriend, am I right?"

My eyes widened in surprise, "How did you know?"

He curled his lips and smiled, "When Timmy was handling the ambulance, I accidentally saw her information on the computer."

I covered my face with my hands and lowered my head, "Damn... What should I do? She appeared in my life again, and I finally gave up... I miss her so much..."

He stood in front of me, looking arrogant, "Remind you. Start a relationship, have to break up another relationship. Don't waste everyone's time."

He was right. I have a new beginning and can't stay in the past. "I know, thank you."

After a while of silence, he said to me again, although it was just a sigh and a simple sentence, "If you want to give up, don't see each other. If you want to get back together, talk. "

He left a message, not to comfort but express it more directly. He would not choose kindness to comfort others, but to look at things rationally. He is the only one I rely on the most among my brothers. Although he would scold me, but still stay by my side quietly. Before he got up and left, he put hand on my shoulder and patted me twice. I responded with a faint smile and a nod. I had nothing to say, I just sat on the sofa, covered my face and reflected on what he said.

Y/N POV

A few days later, you were finally discharged from the hospital. You have been resting at home for a few days, and want to go out relax today. You fixing your hair in front of the mirror, and see the necklace is still there, wondering you should throw it away. You are still nostalgic for it after breaking up for several years, you know that someone as good as him will soon have a new love. You change clothes and leave home find a place to hang out, thinking what to do next.

On the way, someone touches your shoulder "Long time no see, my dear little pumpkin."

The familiar voice is Wally West, your good friend. You jump to hug him excitedly, he hugs you and spins a few circles before putting you down, you lose balance and he quickly stabilizes you, you see his face with a smile "Long time no see, still the same."

He snapped his fingers, blinked, and smiled "Opps, I have become more handsome."

You leaned close to his face and smiled wickedly "Hmm... indeed become more handsome."

He held his belly laughed for a while, then breathed a sigh of relief and hugged you again. "You~ I really missed you so much. When did you come back? Why didn't you look for me?"

He let go of you, and you laughed frustratedly, "It's a long story, it's a disaster."

He held your hand, "Then... I'll buy you a few drinks, I can't let my little pumpkin be in a bad mood."

You put your arm around his side, and smiled playfully, "Keep your word."

He held your hand tightly and blinked, "Of course."

He takes you to a classic bar for a taste. Orders two drinks and a few snacks. The bartender mixes the drinks puts them in front of you. You both raise your glasses and drink them down in one gulp. The alcohol concentration is just right. It's so addictive to drink it all in one gulp. You take a piece of crispy biscuit and put it in your mouth to chew before drinking another. You raise glass to ask for a refill. The bartender can't stop working and immediately mixes another one for you and hands it to you.

"Huh! Cool!" Wally raises the glass and shakes it in front of you.

You knock your glass against his glass respond to him, "Ha! Cheers!"

After drinking, you feel so comfortable. Immersing in the alchohol makes your senses numb and produces a strong pleasure. Fortunately, you have the habit of drinking every day and alcohol tolerance is very good, otherwise can't taste this taste. The bartender puts the drinks in front of you. You look into the glass see your appearance reflected in the drinks. That necklace is still on you. Maybe it's time to let go. The tears in your eyes can't stop flowing, all the thoughts and love in your heart suddenly surge into your heart.

You lie on the table don't want to show your ugly face. It's obviously you who gave up on him, now you are sad and embarrassed. You can't hold his hand and walk together anymore, can't hold him in the same big bed, everything you've experienced only become a memory. You raised your head wanted to wipe away tears, but a pair of hands stopped you. It was Wally. He always gentle and considerate to you. He smiled slightly and nodded. You couldn't hold back your tears anymore, you cried on his warm and soft chest.

"I'm sorry." You murmured.

He gently stroked your back to comfort you, "You're not sorry for me."

"But..." You wanted to say but interrupted by him.

"I'm always here, for you." Whenever you are depressed, this line will definitely come out of his mouth.

You stepped back from his chest and tried to wipe your tears, but Wally got there first and brushed his fingers across your face. His eyes stayed on your face, making you feel a little overwhelmed and uneasy. The atmosphere in the bar was so lively, but the space between you two was lost in confusion. The dim lights, the smell of alcohol, the pervasive jazz music created a romantic atmosphere. You closed your eyes, and he leaned in close to you, kissing each other's lips sweetly and bitterly.

You opened eyes and saw his bitter smile "Wally, I..."

"It doesn't matter. This is enough. Just this once, I'll give up." He said such heartbreaking words with sadness but optimism and strength.

You reached out your hand, wanting to feel his tenderness again "Friends?"

His warm hand held you tightly "Always. For a lifetime."

On the way home, Wally kept a certain distance from you, not too far away from you. He slowed down pace walked at the same pace as you, both of you remained quiet. Until arrived at the door of your house, you stepped on the steps to open the door, and looked back, he was standing there. Friendship and love, the two different levels of relationships, it is difficult to change after crossing that line. You walked down the steps step by step and reached out to hug him, he hugged you tightly and buried his face in your shoulders.

"Little Pumpkin, I know you still love him. But I still want to say.. I love you, my cute little pumpkin."

You tried not to cry anymore "Well... Thank you, Wally."

After parting ways with Wally, you hid in the quilt and cried. What should you do? You gave up Richard's love and chose yourself, and regretted it with ten thousand regrets in heart. Wally has always been in love with you, and always made him feel very painful. There is hope but no response, and disappointment but no comfort. You look at the necklace fall into confusion. You open the drawer put the necklace in, hesitate for a few minutes and close it.

Nightwing POV

I was alone in a daze at a high place, my mind was blank. On a peaceful night, I still couldn't calm down. I let her go, she left, then came back. Even I start a new relationship, everything about her is deeply imprinted in my heart, it is an existence that no one can replace. That necklace was the first token of love I put on her, the only one I made by hand and gave to her. She is still wearing it. Can I expect hope?

Oracle: Dick, are you okay?

Nightwing: I'm fine, just thinking.

Oracle: Hey..., if you have something to say, say it.

Nightwing: I really don't.

Oracle: You've been ignoring me for a few days.

Nightwing: I'm... sorry...

"Yo What’s up man! You're here!" Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed, I knew it was my best brother Wally West.

I cut off the communication, high-fived and hugged him "Hey! Free tonight?"

He was marching in place, doing warm-up exercises "I have troubles, want go out for a run."

I leaned against the wall and tilted my head curiously "What troubles? Tell me."

He stopped and exhaled, looking straight at me, his eyes were so serious that I felt uneasy. "I saw Y/N, she's still as beautiful as ever."

My body trembled, recalled the time when we were a trio of friends. Once, Wally and I met her somewhere, and her figure had deeply attracted us at first sight, gradually formed a love triangle, because we both loved the same girl at the same time. Until now, I know he is still waiting for her, and Wally still loves her, more deeply than me, but I...

"You still love her, right?" Suddenly Wally looked at me.

"Are you serious? Do you have to do it now?" I laughed awkwardly.

"She's still wearing the necklace." Wally smiled bitterly.

"Wally, past is the past. I have Barbara now."

He stood in front of me, looking serious. "I confessed to her. She didn't give any answer, didn't give me any expectations, obvious that I had no hope."

I was stunned, not knowing what to do. "Wally, I..."

He walked towards me with a bitter smile, put his hand on my shoulder. "Brother, will you choose the one you love or the one you like?"

I clenched my fists and looked at him uncomfortably. "I regret it. If I had chosen to go with her, it wouldn't be the current situation, we wouldn't have separated, and there would be no regrets."

"Regrets are regrets. But... your hearts have never left each other." He stretched his body easily.

I curled my lips and laughed in the air, then exhaled. "Wally, you see through everything."

He smiled relief. "I have been brothers with you for many years. Isn't shameful I don't understand you?"

I hugged Wally tightly. He was unwilling but kept encouraging me. He was as close to me as a brother and as a rival. I patted his back and said, "You woke me up, brother."

What he said was not completely right or completely wrong. It is your freedom to fall in love with someone, and your choice to like someone. We always have each other's support, never leave each other's side. There were many times I lost my way, always Wally who guided me forward. I am a lucky person to have him as friend. He passed by me and stood behind me to support me silently.

A flash of lightning flashed, and he left. I looked at the lightning and smiled, "Thanks, man."

Oracle: Dick.

Nightwing: Hey. You heard it all.

Oracle: ...Yeah. You didn't completely cut off the communication. I heard it clearly.

Nightwing: I'm sorry.

Oracle: Yea... Let's break up.

Nightwing: Um. Thank you.

Y/N POV

A series of knocks on the window woke you up. You got out of the quilt and quietly walked over to find out what was going on. A tall figure appeared outside. When you pulled open the curtains, saw your ex-boyfriend Dick Grayson standing outside. You closed the curtains, a little confused, pulled them open again to confirm it was him. You couldn't understand the current situation. Why did he come to you in the middle of the night, wearing Nightwing equipment.

You pulled open the curtains and the window, looking puzzled. "Richard, what are you doing here? You disturbed my sleep, better give me an explanation."

He looked around make sure there was no one around, he seemed a little nervous. "Let me in first, okay?"

You sighed to show your helplessness and low mood. "Hmph, come in."

He elegantly climbed over the window entered your room. You closed the window drew the curtains. He sat quietly on the chair, you helplessly sat cross-legged on the bed, wondering what the hell this guy was doing in the middle of the night. You waited for a long time but didn't say anything, which made you very embarrassed. Your heart was still beating for him, the feeling of being in love at the beginning. Every moment was a good time. But now it was like a stranger, quietly waiting for each other.

He coughed twice and sat up straight. "Hey, long time no see."

You nodded expressionlessly. "Yeah, long time no see."

"When... did you leave the hospital?"

You were confused as to why he knew you"How did you know I was in the hospital?"

He laughed quietly and said calmly, "I saved you when the car accident happened."

"Umm...wow...thank you."

He opened his palm to make a gesture of no. "You're welcome, but...I'm not here to talk about this. I'm here for something else."

A sense of tension came over you, you clenched your hands. "For what?"

He sat next to you, so close his shoulders touched. You were confused. He said, "I'm here for us."

You turned to him, so close. You were nervous and shy, subconsciously avoided his sight. "We? What's wrong with us?"

He held your hand, till you couldn't break free. He had a lot of words, and after brewing them, he held tighter. "I love you."

One sentence is enough to move you deeply. You slowly look at his face, tears unconsciously filling your eyes. This is the sentence you like to hear the most from him, the sentence you want to hear anytime and anywhere, you miss the most even after breaking up. You are so confused, don't understand why he appears and chooses you again. You hurt him by choosing yourself, but now he is confessing here.

You are embarrassed and at a loss, you try to adjust chaotic emotions "What are you doing? We broke up, is it necessary?"

"We broke up, but I believe we love each other."

"Richard...I abandoned you, I chose myself over you."

"I know. But it can't change the fact that I love you."

Something is wrong. You have given up but still hopeful. You shook off his hand but he pulled you into his arms. You couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You hugged him tightly and cried in his warm arms. It was his warmth. He would hug you tightly all the time. His doting behavior could soothe your emotions. Everything became your everything again. You couldn't just end your love with him. You were obsessed with each other.

"Richard..." You whispered.

"What's wrong?" He touched your head.

"I love you." You looked into his eyes that were filled with you.

"I love you, too, my little rabbit." He greeted you with a relieved smile.

He hugs you tightly leaves a deep kiss on your lips. You lean in closer make the kiss even tighter. No matter how big the circle is, no matter how many times break up and get back together, you two still choose not to let go of each other. You are determined he is your only one, he chooses to fall in love with you again and spend the rest of life. Separation may be a kind of fate , and the necklace tightly locks each other's hearts. The sweet deep kiss is like the first time you two kissed. He is as sweet as sweet and as passionate as a hot kiss.

You leaned in his arms and giggled, "Damn it, why do you have to confess after breaking up..."

He kissed your hair, "Hehe, we can't be separated, you and me."

You glanced at him, and he met your eyes. He leaned down to give you another kiss, you held his face, both of you fell on the bed. He grabbed your hands with one hand pressed them on the bed, leaned down to look you in the eye, you blinked once to hint him and he kissed you. He unbuttoned one by one until your skin was exposed, his breath on your breasts, the hot atmosphere gradually heated up, the restlessness in each other's hearts became more and more intense.

You remembered something "Stop! Patrol!"

He sighed, looking pitiful "We rekindled our old love, the atmosphere is very romantic, don't you want it?"

You exhaled and flirted with him "You are working. It's hard to take off your clothes. There is no condom."

The way he glares at you really cute. He bites his lips because he already feels it. He sticks out his tongue to lick his lips to stir up your lust. He holds your hands very firmly. After unbuttoning your clothes, you are left with only a piece of underwear and skin, which makes you feel eager. He looks at you and smiles again. You swallow your saliva in anticipation of what he wants to do. He releases your hands and fingers start from your face move directly to your breasts. Your toes clench and relax.

His fingers wander around your breasts, your body's senses are gradually controlled by him. His fingers explore your breasts, and unbuttons your front-fastening bra to expose your breasts. You look at him shyly. Seeing this side of you, he so excited that he wants to pounce on you and hug, but now he can't. He can only stare at your whole body, which is deeply imprinted in heart. You pull him over and clamp your legs around his waist.

He lays on your shoulder. "Soon, I'll be back after finish my work."

You pecked his cheek gently. "Still remember how to get in?"

He has a smirk on his face. "Of course."

You look at each other affectionately and stop laughing. He leaves a kiss on your lips like a drop of waterand gentle. You hold his face and kiss him deeper and longer. The man you love falls in love with you again. It is the future and love you have always dreamed of. He kisses you as if you have longed for it, which makes you miss your love and happiness in the past. What makes you unbelievable is you two meet again from tragedy, finally be honest and fall in love with each other again.

When he was about to climb out the window, he stopped and returned to the bed. He buried his face between your breasts, "Little white rabbit, you are so big and so fragrant."

Although you and him had many deep and intimate contacts, this still makes you shy. You ruffled his hair, "You pervert! Let me go! Get out of here!"

He took a deep breath between your breasts and looked at you with a smile on his stupid handsome face. He leaned close to your face, "Little white rabbit, are you willing to be my girlfriend again?"

It was a useless question, but you both wanted to confirm each other's feelings again. You leaned close to him and gave him a deep kiss, "I do."

Nightwing POV

Tonight's operation went more smoothly than usual. I solved all the crises in the shortest time. Now I'm riding my motorcycle towards the meeting point. On the way, I was thinking about my precious little white rabbit. I wanted to go back to her and hug her tightly. The operation was slow and not ideal these days. Thanks to her special enthusiasm tonight. Not long after, I arrived there and saw my partners. I got off the motorcycle and walked towards to greet them.

"Yo. Back to normal." Red Robin smiled.

"It's good you didn't slow down the work." Red Hood stood aside to maintain the gun.

"Are you going back to the manor today?" Little Robin asked.

I shook my head "Nah. I'm going back to my girlfriend's house."

The three of them looked at each other, very confused. I forgot to tell them that I got back together with my ex after breaking up with Barbara. I told them what happened simply and clearly. They probably knew everything. After all, they are my brothers. In addition, there is no need to hide the matter. The three of them have seen her, including Bruce. When I got on my motorcycle to leave, I remembered something very important. Even the convenience store was closed and I couldn't buy it.

"Hey, Red Hood, condoms?" I called him.

He stood next to me laughed and said awkwardly, "Fuck you, why did you ask me for this kind of thing?"

I held back my laughter, "You are sexually active, you always carry it with you, right? Oh, by the way, need two, large size."

Red Robin sat in the back seat and shook his head with a smile, "Busy man, after work, take care of girlfriend."

Little Robin was speechless, "TT"

I winked at them, "Men should be busy like this."

Red Hood searched in wallet like a pervert. "My condoms are this brand. Which one do you want? Ultra-thin? Flavored? Long-lasting? Extra Sensitive?"

I smiled at him pervertedly. This guy has a complete range of stuff. I said, "The ones you usually use."

Red Hood took out two condoms from wallet and handed them to me. He stared at me with a perverted and evil smile. I took and winked at them then left. I parked the motorcycle next to her house to hide it. After all, the shape of Nightwing's motorcycle is quite conspicuous. I opened the window climbed in, she was already asleep. It was really erotic to sleep topless. I went to her bathroom to wash my body and lay on the bed in a pair of boxer briefs. I kissed her forehead and fell asleep.

Morning -

I haven't slept so late for a long time, even the sun shines in. I opened eyes and blocked the sun from the window with my hands, then saw my girlfriend topless with her sexy ass only wearing a pair of underwear. Excellent viewing and art, I knew she was a very sexy woman before, and now more sexy and mature than before. I lay on the bed with ease, resting my hands on the back of my head, admiring her surging breasts and peach-like ass.

She noticed my gaze and came over to sit on me, asked seductively, "Good morning, like what you see?"

I put my hands on her thighs and touched them, "Love it."

She kissed my forehead and lips, "You have an erection."

I curled my lips and smiled. "Morning erection, I can't control it. My little white rabbit is so fascinating to me. If don't have this reaction, I will doubt my sexual orientation."

"You are really good at talking." She stretched out her hand and stroked my lips with her thumb.

I bit her finger lightly. "Sex?"

She smiled shyly. "Richard..I didn't take any contraceptive measures. Need condom...you know..."

Our situation is indeed not suitable for having a child. My job is always dangerous, and she could be hurt by me at any time. I have the financial ability but not the invincibility, I can't protect both of us at the same time. We both know each other's situation and try to avoid burdens. I love her so much so I choose to consider from her perspective.

I smiled confidently, "I know, I have."

She stared at me with her eyes wide open and smiled. I looked at the table to hint at her. She took it in hand and smiled at me with an embarrassed expression. She came over and sat on the bed threw something to me. When I saw it was chili sauce, my jaw dropped. She held her stomach and laughed so hard that tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. I must kill that idiot Jason Todd when go back! He ruined my good things! I treated him as a close friend and brother! How dare he fool me like this!

"Richard! I can't take it anymore! You're so funny!"

"Jason Peter Todd! I'm going to kill him when back!"

She looked at the chili sauce in my hand and laughed out loud "Wait! Todd gave it to you? Didn't you think he would cheat you? It's been three times."

I hid in the quilt, feeling embarrassed and sad. "You laughed at me. You don't love me anymore."

She got into the quilt and buried my head between her breasts. "Let's go buy it later. Same size?"

I enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped by her breasts. "Hmm~ still remember my size. You really love me."

She touched my hair and laughed. "Shut up. Be careful or I'll tell Wally about this and you won't be able to hold your head up for the rest of life."

She was going to do something bad, I pinched her nipples with my fingers and her body trembled. Her sensitive parts were still the same. I licked and sucked her pink nipples with my tongue. She hugged my head and body enjoyed this wonderful moment. The seductive moans from her mouth made me more addicted. I spread her legs and licked her clitoris with my tongue, which made me thirsty, as if it was a small fountain wet for me. I swallowed my saliva and pinched her nipples, put my tongue into her clitoris and licked it continuously.

"Richard—ah ah ah—fuck—" Her moans reached my ears, making me more eager to enjoy this delicacy.

I kept licking her clitoris with my tongue. After she was soaked, I put a finger in kept fucking her inside. I really wanted to insert my hard and big cock into her to enjoy the warmth inside. It must be very shocking to cum at that moment. Her legs kept shaking. It seemed I made her feel very good, which meant I was still good in bed.

"Ahhh - I'm coming! - Richard -!"

Until the end, her moans became louder and louder. I realized she had climaxed and accidentally ejaculated on my face. She fell on the bed and kept panting. I licked my fingers and her love juice. But I remember she could last quite a long time in bed. This time it was so fast. Could it be...

I lay beside her, with a sly smile, "Wow, so fast, how long has it been since you had sex?"

She shyly hid in the quilt, "Maybe few months…."

I curled my lips and smiled, "Looks like I have to buy a condom right away, I really want to fuck you now."

She got out of the quilt with a smile on her face, "I can't wait."

She is still the same as before, always tempting me, "I love you, little white rabbit."

She smiled slightly, "Love you, Richard."

—The End—

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"and Found" - Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader # part two!

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“So anyway Charles, about the passport issue”

“Yes”

“We contacted the government and it's going to get here soon. One Issue remains until then. We can't let you out on the streets till we have it. No documents, no license, no drive”

“You are kidding me.” Charles whined, crossing his arms and smacking them onto the table.

“Even Italy has laws. Even for you. I'm sorry, Andrea will drive you where you need to go. Otherwise I might recommend trying cycling? Valtteri seems very happy since he started actively cycling.”

“Like hell I'll get on a bike in Italy - they're going to run me over before I leave this place!”

Had it really come to this? Did Charles Leclerc, Formula One race winner and Ferrari driver been demoted to bicycle?

With his head hanging low, the demotivated driver stepped outside. In his right hand was the key to his new bicycle, attached to a children’s keychain. Just lovely. The two wheeled vehicle was already waiting outside, a garnet red with Ferrari slogan on top. Weren’t these the free company handouts a few years ago? Or something handed out in a company wide lottery? Charles could remember Sebastian behind happy at the idea of others biking. It truly coudn’t get more embarrassing, could it? ‘When even was the last time i rode a bike?’, he wondered. Swinging his legs over it and giving it a push to get going provided him a wobbly pace. Taking circles around the parking lot helped becoming steady again, yet no joy could be discovered anywhere. Charles stopped the bike, leaning back and eyes passing over the building. In the distance, a person was approaching. As they got closer, he noticed it was Y/N. She was dressed in a pretty white dress, neckline dipping lower to a golden belt. She must have bought it in Italy, he just coudn’t imagine your average stern german lady wearing something similar.

As she came to a stop in front of him, her expression showed a rude grin.

“Seems you’re without a drive, Driver”

“Yeah, I know. You’ve already made all the jokes.”

She nodded, as if fully aware of the emotions he was feeling.

“You know, Ferrari were so kind to give me these-”, she said, lifting her hand. Jingling in the air was a set of black car keys with the familiar prancing horse on top. “If you want, I could drive you somewhere. Would be less embarrassing than cycling”

In a really annoying fashion, she pulled the word ‘could’ as long as a chewing gum. Just sheer annoyance.

Charles thought about it. He truly did not want to be victimized by her driving again, but going further distances in climate control and not facing the Italian sun sounded stunning about now. With it soon being afternoon, the heat started becoming unbearable.

“Alright, I give in. What do you get in return though?”

“I want to visit Monaco.”

“Monaco? That’s 5 hours by car. Taking a plane would be faster.”

She just grinned again. “I probably won’t get the chance to drive a Ferrari again, right? So I want to make use of it. And with you by my side-” she poked her pointer finger against his chest. “I bet I will get stuff for free! And since you live there, you know the good spots to go to.”

“You are a cheapass, you know”

“I’m a train attendant, not a cheapass. Monaco is expensive.”

Charles pushed the bike against a wall, leaning it to the side. No one would steal a bike here, right? He wondered, walking alongside her.

“Aren’t you worried about being seen with me? I’m a celebrity, i hope you keep that in mind”

She just shook her head. “Nah, I’m not worried in any way, shape or form. Life would be exciting if gossip would be busy with me.”

“Exiting? It’s getting clear to me that you have no clue of what it’s like!" Charles got angry at her statement. She really knew nothing.

“Obviously, I don’t. But you seem like a nice dude. If people make rumors about us, I want to see them try. There’s nothing in my life they could ruin.”

Charles came to a stop. “Nothing in your life? What do you mean?”

Y/N just looked down. “That house is my parents. Mine now, I guess. Both died of old age a few years ago, had me quite late. My job is nothing I've specifically dreamed of ever. I just took it because I could work alongside my parental-care duties. So currently, I wouldn't mind having stupid fun. I mean, they might write some mean stuff about me. But they can’t get worse than 40 year old, hair dyed red, coworkers”

Shit, maybe he shouldn't have asked that. Pretty personal question, was she hurt?

“Don’t worry too much Charles. I’m fine. You don’t seem to be like that , though.”

She could see it on him, huh? “Yeah, I'm not. My dad…he passed away before he could see me win Monaco. I desperately wanted him too. Same as my best friend and god father…And now? I won the Monaco GP but instead of visiting them, i ended up somewhere in Germany.”

“I bet they’re happy for you, up in whatever flavor of heaven you believe in. If they’re family, they’re definitely watching. We could visit your living relatives though if that would make you feel better.”

He nodded. Great idea. “We could visit my mom and little Brother. They still live in our apartment in Monaco. My big bro already moved out a while ago, i did as well. I think that would feel good.”

“Well what are you waiting for then? Get going.”

“Can i drive?”

“No.”

He made a ‘hmpf’ sound and fake-pouted. “I bet I’d drive better than you!”

Shortly afterwards, they both found themselves seated in the expensive Vehicle. Y/N was busy adjusting the settings to her liking while Charles was fumbling around with the Spotify playlist. Just as he was leaning forward to input something, the driver pressed down the gas pedal. Hard.

Charles was almost launched forward but the seat belt pulled him back with just his phone flying around . “God, you scared me!” he exclaimed, holding his hands on his beating heart.

Y/N just grinned, showing him her teeth.”I like scaring you, it’s fun”.

Charles just gave her an exasperated expression. “Why do you particularly enjoy scaring me so much?”

“You react so loudly, that’s fun. My colleagues are all old, tired people. Most you’d get is an eyebrow lift.”

That way, the drive continued. Charles and Y/N were vibing to the white girl music he had picked (Sorry Sebastian, no Senorita) while Y/N put in some weird German music. Charles was quite confused when he heard what sounded like children's music.

“What the fuck are we listening to right now?” he asked her.

She was vibing meanwhile, joke dancing while speeding. “True hit song! It slams when you’re drunk! "That's Bodo mit dem Bagger!”

“I’m not drunk Y/N so why are we listening to drunk people's music? Also, I don't speak German. Could you translate?”

“Drunk people's music is always good! You rich folk don’t know what simple pleasures are.” She huffed. “The title is just…Uh..Give me a second.”

Charles leaned his arm on the window, staring outside. “Considering you work with travelers i’d think your English would be better.”

“That’s rude, sir. I’m quite good if compared by my colleagues”

“Seb was faster.”

Y/N just sighed. “Isn’t this also your second language? Don’t be an ass. Also, Vettel had to speak English more often than I do, you knucklehead. I don’t get English speaking passengers that often.”

After a short moment of thinking, she came to her answer. “The title is Bodo with the Excavator. It’s about a guy excavating stuff but excavating is also a pun for hitting on girls. So that’s it. You ruined the fun now that I had to explain it.”

After that discourse, the car became devoid of conversation until Charles and Y/N reached Monaco. While trying to drive safely, Y/N was busy staring outside. Taking in all the sights she could from her driver’s position. Charles meanwhile directed her to the attached parking space, the guard at the front being confused at the sight yet not asking about it. ‘Professionals’, Y/N thought to herself.

As they stood in front of his mom’s apartment, Charles finally realized what he had done. He had invited a girl home. Worse thing being, Y/N was the first girl he ever invited home…Pascale would have a heart attack, wouldn’t she? He quickly took her to the side.

“Y/N” he stated with a soft, quiet voice. “I uh…”

“What, uh? Come on, tell me.”

“You’re the first girl I'm bringing home.”

She was surprised. Definitely didn’t expect that one. “Ever?”

“Ever.”

“Oh god, how do we tell that to your mom?”

“No use, I know her too well. Whatever we tell her won’t matter.”

“I could just wait outside if you want me to? Not trying to make your life harder here.”

“Nonono!” He exclaimed, widening his eyes.

“That wouldn't be in the spirit of hospitality of me.”

“Well then..”

She turned around, pressing the doorbell.

Charles quickly turned around. “No! AHH; I wasn't prepared!”

“Why are you so nervous, if at all i should be the one t-”

Before she could finish her sentence, the door opened. Pascale looked curious, her face turning joyfull upon seeing her son. She quickly brought him into a tight hug, pressing her chin against his shoulder.

“I-I was so scared when we didn’t hear from you!”

“Mom-”

“and I thought I had lost you! You can’t do that to me!”

“Mom-” his voice sounded more desperate now.

“But I’m so glad to see you healthy Charlie!”

She separated from him, looking her son up and down before her view skipped over to the companion at his side.

“Who’s this lovely young Lady, if i might ask?”

Charles wanted to fully rectify but he could already see the thoughts in her brain running further ahead than they might ever be able to catch up with. Shit.

“I’m Y/N L/N”, she stated, stretching out her hand to Pascale. “I found Charles dead asleep on my train and later helped him home. Nice to meet you!”

Pascale looked Y/N now up and down. With this serious mom scanner, Charles knew her next face would tell him everything he needed to know about her. His mother was thinking, her brain computer on all cylinders before clicking the print button: smiling face,serious.png. She liked Y/N. Oh no.

“I’m so happy that you found him, Miss. L/N - what would i have done without you!”

Pascale grabbed Charles by his ear, pulling him close. “Once he got into Formula 1 Monaco became way too small to contain him. Sometimes I wonder when he’ll run off to never be seen again.”

“Just Y/N is enough, I’m Miss L/N at work.” Her whole body shook as if remembering it. “Now i’m happy to see Monaco - seeing you both reunited i find this to be the perfect opportunity to leave so-”

“Nonsense! I can’t let you leave so soon. Seeing Charles' expression I bet you drove. Before going anywhere, you better wait a moment to allow him to he let off steam. Afterwards you two can go out and look at the city!”

‘You two? Oh no, she really thinks we’re a couple, doesn’t she?’ Charles realised.

His mother was quick to push the two inside, heading off to brew coffee. Shortly after, three pretty mugs and delicacies were placed in front of the two of them. Y/N slowly leaned back, happily enjoying the hot liquid while Pascale kept questioning holes into Charles. She sneakily stole his piece of cake while he kept wildly throwing his arms around in gestures. Is that what interacting with Italians did to a man?

Then, Pascale directed her attention to Y/N. “I’d love to get to know you better but I have to work the whole day and tomorrow as well. If you want to, you could visit my salon tomorrow and we could chat while I do your hair. I bet you want to take the opportunity and see the city today.”

She gave Y/N a hearty smile.

“Are you saying Y/N needs a haircut, Maman?” he asked, sounding jokingly offended.

“No, not at all! I just want to get to know her, Charlie..”

Cute. Pascale really was cute.

“Also, if you want to, we could dye your hair. As long as that's fine with your work dress code - i bet you would look lovely with some colors!”

‘Such a cute woman. I wouldn't mind her being my mother in law… Wait, no- I don’t want to be in a relationship right now. No-uh.’

‘Maman seems to like her as well - haven’t seen her this happy in a while.. I’ve also been enjoying myself around her.. No, I can't catch feelings here. I gotta focus.’

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so ik I said I'm not one for drama, but I feel as if I need to speak up abt a certain subject that's been circulating recently. I wanna show awareness to others abt this person's behavior, because it's reoccurring in any fandom they're apart of/potentially will be in.

WARNING : DO NOT GO OUT TO HARASS/SEND HATE TO ANYONE MENTIONED IN THIS POST ! it is simply intended to raise awareness

tws;;; manipulation, gaslighting, victim complex, refusing to change/refusing help from others, blaming others for their own problems, lashing out/sudden meltdowns, accidental misgendering, accidental crossed boundaries, lack of communication, taking their anger out on people, drugs, usage of weed/being high, hardcore gatekeeping characters, suicide mentions, threatening to commit suicide, mentions of self harm, sexual assault/harassment, human trafficking, burdening others with their vents and problems, gets sensitive and possessive over fictional characters, major hypocrisy.

edit; sorry accidently posted without adding the last bit of screenshots... had to repost :p

@/lu-naes or luma ( prev known as @/dazaisdior + @/kurolumiis ) has been active in many writing communities, but have been the most active in the; wuwa, bsd, genshin/hsr communities.

starting out in the genshin community, I am unsure abt lumas original rep there, but I do know that they were practically forced out with a horrible rep to their name.

going around the end of their time in the genshin community, it was brought to light, about lumas excessive + subconsciously manipulative discord messages in a genshin server they were in.

here is the link to the og callout post from someone in the genshin community. if u were blocked by them bc u were associated with luma.

CALLOUT POST

LINK TO SCREENSHOTS IF U WERE BLOCKED

TDLR; luma, as a minor, has been in nsfw spaces and even creating nsfw pieces of their own. they had been known as a terrible gatekeeper towards their f/os, including; xiao + scaramouche [genshin], dazai + ranpo [bsd], dan heng/imbibitor lunae [hsr], scar + jiyan [wuwa]. luma would then go on to say that they felt like killing themselves, and how awful/left out they felt whenever they saw their f/os being selfshipped with someone else. they also at the age of 16 have admitted to being under the influence of weed and has mentioned drugs on their blog many times. i don't know exactly where luma has been finding weed to get high on, but I do hope they have stopped now.

here are some screenshots of my dms with them on their prev acc @/dazaisdior or @/kurolumiis, informing them of the callout post and asking some questions concerning the gatekeeping and drugs/being high;

LINK TO SCREENSHOTS OF THE DM

luma had given me really vague answers, but since it was their buisness and privacy, I didn't push any further. ultimately in the end, I've decided to give them a second chance to redeem themselves because I thought that they may have matured or at least somewhat grown out of their toxic ways since the genshin community.

giving them a second chance was a mistake on my end, as I soon found out that they in fact, would not change. instead I got to saw the side of them that the genshin community saw—and just as history repeats, it happened on discord again.

at the start, luma was fine, yknow- acting normal like everyone else right? they did vent a lot in the vent channel, but I didn't rlly bat an eye at it bc they were at least venting in the right place.

at a certain point in the server, we had confronted luma abt writing nsfw—telling them that it was wrong to be writing smut as a minor. we had offered them many alternatives, such as; writing smut but not posting it until they're 18 and writing smut but in a journal or something. this went on for abt 2 hours until luma decided to become a sfw blog and create an entirely new acc which is now @/lu-naes.

not just about writing nsfw though, we had also confronted them about posting daily vents without using their vent tag the past recent month or so. and now, I am not saying that they couldn't vent—venting is fine, but when it comes to daily vents like lumas, there should be some sort of tag to it ( or put it under a cut ) to block out their vents. we did end up suggesting for them to make a side/vent/personal blog if they wanted to, and so they took up that offer and created @/lumxiaos, to which they've constantly subposted abt us on.

luma, during these two confrontations, was very gaslight-y/a little manipulative with their responses but we can save that for another day.

anyways, keep in mind abt the subposting, bc I need to provide context abt everything first.

so this stemmed from a convo abt them saying they kinned deadpool blah blah, and zai (owner of the server ) said that they were not like deadpool bc luma was empathetic or something like that.

LINK TO SCREENSHOTS

now, idk how some people will interpret lumas last message, but me and zai interpreted it as; "oh i got gossip and tea, but it might too be triggering for it to be on main chat". if that made sense in a way?

so, when we go into vents, we were dabsmacked in the face with vents. you can call us insesntive for replying the way we did, but I have vents muted for a reason. but anyways, luma had a breakdown(?) and blamed us for a lot of their problems when we didn't respond in the way they wanted us to.

LINK TO SCREENSHOTS

after a while, the situation sort of.. escalated? luma was using a mutual of ours ( briar ) as a messenger to send zai things and vice versa. and a whole lot of stuff happened.

so here's a timeline of events to shorten what happened, and ill only be providing screenshots for the more important things that had happened;

-> luma vent -> breakdown -> leaves server -> messenger bri -> zai confronts them on why they left -> luma rejoins -> luma apologizes -> luma leaves again -> luma takes it out on bri -> zai confronts again -> they duke it out -> luma runs away from their problems and the argument -> unmutuals us/drops us ( left everyone as followers ) -> random subposting abt us on @/lumxiaos

long story;

after luma had their breakdown, they went to briar bc they thought that me and zai blocked them. we didn't block them though, and js assumed that luma was just afraid to dm us- causing zai to go confront them instead. after they had talked it out, zai re-invited luma to the server, to which they apologized for;

LINK TO SCREENSHOTS

after their apology, most of us thought that this would have died down and we'd go back to normal, but this didn't last as long as I hoped.

when luma sent a picture of scar from wuwa, me and briar started jokingly dogshitting on his appearance ( if you've been on my blog long enough, you'd know that I'm already a character slander, so this is normal behavior for me ). instead actively telling us their boundaries, luma slowly died down in the server until they left again out of anger- causing us to be confused again.

this is when briar messaged luma and was being the brunt of their anger/manipulation + also blaming us for relapsing(?).... anyways, zai confronts luma again, and it's just luma not being able to handle being told upfront, that they're the problem.

when it came to the misgendering, I can 100% take full accountability and say that I had forgotten that luma was nb and goes by they/them prns. but with lack of communication/boundary enforcement on their end, I didn't know when I was accidentally misgendering them or crossing their boundaries.

the only boundary luma had set, was when they dmed zai on discord about a server member being 32, and how uncomfortable they felt being in a place with someone so much older ( luma's 17; going on 18 for context ).

here are screenshots of what went down within the span time of like a few hours;

LINK TO SCREENSHOTS

LINK TO OTHER SS

LINK TO SCREENSHOTS OF LUMA BEING UPSET OVER SCAR + BRI DROPPING LUMA

+ also blaming us for a bunch of other things that has never happened

don't get me wrong, luma is completely valid in the way they feel. one of the problems that lie in this though is how they've never once came to us ( me or zai ) to set things straight ( enforce boundaries ), but rather went to briar to burden them with their vents/lashing out.

here's screenshots of zai confronting luma;

LINK TO ZAI AND LUMAS FIRST CONFRONTATION

LINK TO ZAI AND LUMAS SECOND CONFRONTATION

after all of this, luma proceeded to subpost abt us on their personal/vent blog

LINK TO SCREENSHOTS OF LUMAS SUBPOSTING

here's also stuff that me and zai noted from briar abt what luma did to her/with her on vc ( ty zai for taking note of everything ) ;

regular conversation abt genshin -> lumas random confession about a weed addiction and has been smoking weed since 15 (??)

anytime someone jokingly picked on them, they'd bring it up somewhere and call themselves unstable and say they'd relapse

anytime briar tried to leave any situation they'd complain about briar being mean and they'd force her to pick sides

every single day luma would have a problem and call up briar to vent to her, causing constant burdens to pile on briar

they'd pressure briar into telling them what was in the nsfw chat???? despite not being allowed access??? ( they ARE a minor; age 17 )

calling briar on vc, saying that she ( briar ) would burdened everyone by her saying parents were poor?? basically telling briar she can't talk about her own experiences ( but only luma can for some reason..? weird of them to imply but ok ).

blaming whole conversation ( about trying to help luma ) about briar and guilt tripping her saying "I'm gonna kill myself and its your guys' fault"

Luma is a subconsciously manipulative person, with hypocritical tendencies and a constant negative aura around them that ends up dragging everyone else down into a horrid mental state with them. They are not someone who knows how to communicate or enforce boundaries, yet will demand that those same unknown boundaries are respected, with a childish response whenever we cannot read her mind to know what they are. Majority of these dramas that have happened with her being the cause could've all bean easily avoided with some simple responsibility and change. They have shown an inibility to grow or mature as a person - it is a repeat offense. With any amount of help we offered for any amount of time, they would acknowledge and not show any signs of improvement in any of their actions. You reap what you sow.

Again I reiterate that YOU ARE NOT TO SEND HATE, ANONS, OR NASTY MESSAGES OF ANY KIND. Change can only come from the person who's responsible for their own actions, and it has been proven many times now Luma does not accept any kind of help, no matter if they beg for it. The purpose of this post is to hold Luma accountable for their actions and leave a record of what they have done, so they can't twist the narrative to shift blame. This is not a call to mass block or report them, or to pick sides, or to bully anyone involved. We take full responsibility on our part for any negative actions we have caused.

#spreading awareness #sort of a #callout post #lu-naes #dazaisdior #kurolumiis #discourse #tumblr discourse

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Baby Daddy

best friend's husband!Dave York x married and fertile! f!Reader

Word count: 1,556

Summary: you and your husband have been trying for a baby, with no success. Then his good friend Dave offers assistance.

(AKA you're on some hormones that make you super horny and Dave pretty much takes advantage of that)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, slight D/S tones, forced pregnancy (though reader is already trying for a baby), infidelity (Dave and reader), slight sex pollen, reader is late 30s/early 40s but feel free to use your imagination, unprotected piv sex, pregnancy kink, creampie, use of hormones to get pregnant, some talk of infertility

Author's Note: I wrote this for those of us of a certain age who are not often represented in fanfics but as stated above please do use your imagination, there's no gatekeeping here ❤️ Naturally I wrote this while I was ovulating and suuupppeerr feral. I don't want to have any more kids but if Dave was insistent upon it I might just let him 🫢

You and your husband's Saturday nights are usually spent with Carol and Dave, your friend from high school and your husband's friend from work, respectively. Mostly you have dinner at your house or theirs, followed with wine and a movie after. Tonight's not any different, except Carol looks at you funny when you politely refuse a glass of pinot grigio.

"Might as well tell them, honey," you husband Jim is all smiles as he addresses the table. "We're trying for a baby," he announces proudly.

You smile but it's masking your discomposure. "Honey I thought we were going to wait until I'm actually pregnant to tell everyone," you say under your breath.

Carol's face is illuminated with joy as she reaches over the dinner table to grab your hand. "That is such wonderful news! Isn't that such good news, babe?" she asks Dave.

Dave eyes both you and your husband, and there’s a mysterious little smile that curves across his lips. “That is great news.”

Jim continues, “She’s on trial pharmaceutical hormones right now, so hopefully it’ll work for us and we’ll be parents soon,” he says excitedly. You manage to be more reserved about it, though your heart rate does speed up when you notice Dave’s eyes on you longer than usual.

After dinner you offer to help tidy up while Jim and Carol start the movie. Really it’s just an excuse to be by yourself for a moment, but then Dave joins you, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“Are you excited about trying for a baby?” he asks so casually.

In the years you’ve known him, he’s never spoken to you about personal things very often. “Yeah, I am,” you smile at him from the sink.

“How long have you and Jim been.. trying?”

It’s possible this is a normal question coming from a curious friend, but there’s always been something about Dave that gives off the impression that he’s anything but.

“Almost a year,” you answer.

“That’s a long time. Do you try pretty frequently?”

You make a sound of surprise, turning to fully face him. “That’s inappropriate.”

He puts his hands up. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He approaches you slowly. “I just meant it must be frustrating, putting in all that hard, fun work only to have your hopes dashed when you see blood the very next month.”

You’re rooted to the spot, knowing you should turn to leave and join the others, but it’s also intriguing, the way he speaks to you. “The new hormones are going to be a tremendous help,” you manage to say.

“Hmm. I bet you’re feeling all kinds of new things with these hormones.. even earlier at dinner I could tell.. you’ve got this unmistakable scent coming off you.. you’re probably ripe for someone to put a baby in you right now.” He towers over you, eyes roving your body in its feminine floral dress before his hands follow suit, gently tracing the outline of your curves. “You’d look so hot pregnant.. your hips getting wider, breasts getting bigger.. and it all starts with this.,” his hand sneaks under your skirt, skims along your inner thigh and finds your heat, evident through your cotton panties. “If your husband isn’t doing the job, why don’t I step in?”

“Dave,” you whisper, “Carol’s my best friend. I can’t..” but it feels too good and damn it he’s right: the hormones have given your libido a big boost. You take his hand and guide his fingers into your slick center. You both gasp quietly as he starts to stroke you with two fingers, then three when he sees you can take it. His lips trace delicately over your neck, just above your pulse point. Jesus, if his fingers fill you up this good, just imagine what he can do with that cock. “Fuck me,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” His eyes are dark but there’s a kind of mirth there.

“Shut up Dave, just take me home.”

+ + +

After making your excuse to Carol and Jim that you’re feeling unwell, Dave “offers” to walk you home, which is how you end up across the street, upstairs in the room you share with your husband. He’s relentless as he kisses you with soft mouth and playful tongue. You fumble together towards the bed, working in tandem to get each other's clothes off as quickly as possible. There's urgency in everything you do, even your breathing is heavy and erratic. Your dress goes over your head; you pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Layers are pulled away until skin meets skin and at last he pulls your panties off, smirking to find them absolutely soaked. You lean over the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Is this how Jim usually likes it?" Dave asks, running his hand admiringly over the curve of your ass.

You blush at the sudden random evaluation of your married sex life. "Well.. yes.."

Dave shakes his head, a little smile forming on his lips as he turns you around and lays you across the bed. "I want to see the look on your face when you cum." With that, he slides into you, relishing your expression as he fills you completely. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms wrap around his neck, all while your bodies move in perfect harmony. "He doesn't fuck you very often, does he?" Dave whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine. "I can tell, the way your pussy is gripping me so tight, like you haven't been fucked in weeks.."

You start a smart comeback but it's impossible to think when he's moving against you like he's fucked you hundreds of times before. Jesus, no wonder Carol's always happy. Her husband's well-endowed and knows how to use it.

The sounds of your combined moans becomes rhythmic, Dave's body strong and powerful yet gentle with you. The bedsprings creak beneath your weight, skin smacks on skin, hands grab everywhere they can, lips meet heated flesh, words of lust become sighs and half-uttered phrases. When you come you clench around him, fingernails digging into his skin as a great wave of pleasure and relief flows through you and you cry out. Dave's eyes are on you, barely registering the slight pain of your nails in his back, feeling how you milk him with your greedy little pussy, and his body tenses against yours, his movements become faster and faster as he fucks you during your orgasm. You barely have time to come down before he starts you up again. You moan "Yes!" over and over, hips meeting every one of his frenzied thrusts. Dave looks smug and self-righteous watching you come for the second time. It's not until you feel him swell and pulse inside you that you panic. "Dave, don't!..." but it's too late. You feel several warm bursts when he presses deep against you. To your shock your body reacts eagerly, milking his cock for every drop he has to give. All this happens with your gaze locked on one another's, and as you pale with the realization of what you've just done, Dave only smirks and pushes forward one more time.

You gasp. "Dave, you weren't supposed to-"

"Quiet now. Lay still and keep your hips elevated. Wouldn't want all my hard work to go to waste." He disengages from you, taking a moment to watch his seed spilling out of you and he gently presses it back in. "Not a drop," he says, and gets up to get dressed.

Still in shock, you do as he says, body still reeling from the aftermath of the intense fucking he's just given you. "Don't.. don't tell Jim about this. Or Carol." A massive wave of guilt washes over you knowing you've been unfaithful to your husband and to your oldest, best friend.

"I won't say a word," Dave promises. "I have no doubt Carol would hate you forever and Jim.. well, Jim would be heartbroken. He's not exactly a fighter," he smirks. "And I'll tell you something else." He sits next to you on the bed, admiring the messy state of your hair, your flushed skin. "Jim's a good guy and a good friend. He deserves better than a wife who betrays him like this."

Anger replaces your trepidation and you push him away. "You're an asshole. Get out!"

He looks amused by all this, rather than shamed or defeated as a normal person would. "I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart. We're friends with each other's spouses. It's inevitable." He leans towards you and brushes his thumb against your cheek. "If this time doesn't take - which I doubt it won't - I'm happy to help out again."

+ + +

Twelve weeks later Jim makes the happy announcement that you're expecting, after having tried for so long you've finally received a miracle. You manage to look contented and cheerful as your friends and family gather to celebrate the amazing news. Carol dotes over you, making sure you don't strain yourself for the baby's sake. You meet eyes with Dave, who's across the room watching you, a brazen little smirk on his face. He lifts his brow as if to ask the question you know he wants to ask, and all you can do is give a little nod.

#pedro pascal #dave york smut #dave york fanfiction #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york did nothing wrong #except here he really fucking did #dave york #fucking your bestie's hubby #ao3 fanfic

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reigningqueenofwords · 2 days

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Friends with Benefits

Pairing: Steve x Reader Word count: 1,022 Request: Anonymous. Insecure Steve x Reader friends with benefits and Steve wants more but he’s so sure that reader wants a more ‘not boring’ guy

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Pulling your shirt over your head, you didn’t see how Steve looked at you. Like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. As soon as your head was through, he schooled his features. “You know you can just stay here.” He reminded you. He told you that nearly every time you were in his room to hook up. Always hoping you’d agree. Just once.

You leaned over and pecked his cheek. “I like my bed.” You said playfully. “Besides, I think they would notice if I walked out of your room in the morning and not my own. Then they’re gonna think something entirely different.” The two of you had been friends with benefits for a few months now, and it was working well. “Do you really want our friends, and teammates, to think we’re dating?” You asked as you grabbed your pants.

“No.” He lied easily, watching you pull on your jeans. Of course he wanted to date you! He just didn’t think you’d want him the same way. He felt he was too boring for you. You were so upbeat, always on the move, always looking for a new adventure. Which was how you came to live with them in the first place. Why would you want to date someone more laid back like him?

“I’ll see you for movie night tomorrow night?” You asked once you were fully dressed. Steve was still in bed, the blanket up to his waist, leaning on his elbow, hair a mess. In short, you wanted to climb right back in that bed with him and go another round. “I think it’s Sam’s turn to pick.” You mused, wondering what he would pick.

He wondered why he wouldn’t see you the rest of the day, but didn’t ask. “I’ll be there.” He smiled. “Have a good night.”

“Night, Stevie.” You waved before heading out. Next time the two of you would likely meet up in your room. It worked out to take turns. Overnights weren’t something that you did in this arrangement. You had your fun, and went back to your own rooms. Sure, you would have enjoyed a night curled up with the handsome man, but you didn’t want to blur lines between what this was, and feelings. If you got too attached, you’d be the one hurt. You wanted to avoid that at all costs.

Hearing his door click shut, he sighed and rolled to his back. “Crap.” He groaned, putting his arm over his eyes. Could he do this much longer? The longer this went on, the harder he’d fall for you. The harder he fell, the more this would hurt when it ended.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later when the pair of you were on a mission together that things seemed to shift. “So, I hear you have a date with one of the agents?” You glanced at him, your tone betraying you. You’d heard people talking about it, and hated how that made you feel.

He raised an eyebrow at you. The two of you were packing up after everything was complete, and you’d be home in just under 12 hours. “Uh, yeah.” He shrugged. “Day after we get back. Had to reschedule it.” He told you honestly.

Licking your lips, you gave him a tight smile. “Well, I hope you have fun.” You half lied. You wanted him happy, you just wished it was with you. Zipping up your bag, you put it over your shoulder. You’d head to your room, take a hot shower, and then eat ice cream right out of the container.

“Why do I get the feeling that you don’t mean that?” He asked, gently grabbing your arm. “Talk to me.” He furrowed his brows, confused. What the two of you had was just sex. You were friends who happened to sleep together. Why did he get the impression you were pissed? He had every right to go on a date.

You shook your head. “Doesn’t matter.” You shrugged. “Let’s just get home. Okay?” You tried to tug your arm from him, but he held it tighter. “Steve...” You sighed, not looking at him.

His jaw clenched slightly. “I don’t like being lied to.” He said seriously.

You shot him a weak glare. “I like you, okay?!” You snapped, finally wrenching free. “I like you as more than just a friend, but that’s all we’ll be. So, go on your stupid date with the stupid agent.” You muttered, trying to pull away again. “Just let me go to my room.”

Steve stared at you, in shock. “You like me?” He managed. His voice was full of surprise, like he couldn't believe what he’d just heard.

“I just said that, didn’t I?” You rolled your eyes. “I get it, this is just a fuck-buddy situation, and now I just ruined that.” You let out a sigh. That was fun while it lasted.

“I thought I’d be too ‘boring’ for you to like.” He blushed lightly, and you found it adorable. “I like you, too.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Can I take you out instead of that agent? I only agreed because Wanda insisted.” He admitted. “Said I needed to have some fun.” He explained. “That I should loosen up and start dating.”

You giggled at that. “If she only knew how much fun we have.” There was a smirk on your face. “I guess we can start sleeping over.” You put your hands on his waist. “No more slipping away right afterwards.”

He grinned. “Means I can wake you up in the middle of the night, too.” He flirted, voice low. It was clear what he was talking about.

“And what if I want to wake you up?” You asked, already getting ideas.

“I would not argue with that.” He chuckled, pulling you to him. “So, is this just going on a date, or are we dating?” Steve wanted to be on the same page.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Steve Rogers, will you be my boyfriend?” You asked happily.

“I’d be more than happy to.”

#steve x reader #steve rogers x reader

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HOW DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL — RIO [Summer Prompts]

A/N: I was debating between making this Rio or Manny based and usually I like to alternate but for this prompt it felt more Rio like 😂 so hopefully for my October prompts if I write for Mayans again I’ll probably write for Manny. Anyways! Hope you guys get a kick out of this as much as I did writing it.

WARNINGS: language & things actually got a little 🌶️ towards the end which isn’t normally my thing but I guess I got inspired 😈 Enjoy!

SYNOPSIS: Rio’s so productive he hardly gets a day where he can get enough rest in…what happens when you disrupt that over something so irrational? He swears he loves you but he’s also not putting up with your shit.

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: "what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?" "it's for show!" "oh for the love of god-"

<- check out my previous summer anthology writings here.

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Rio preferred it cold.

It just made sense for the weather to be cold or cool rather than as hot as Diablo’s breath. He wasn’t made for hot weather and he couldn’t get away with his dark attire in the hotter months either. That’s where you two deferred, you loved the heat over the cold any day so as soon as the first day of summer hit…you seemed to glow more even when it wasn't golden hour.

You were outside way before the official day of summer hit because the warm weather was actually sticking around in Detroit and usually Rio was down for whatever, in fact he already booked a trip to Grenada in August (which his skin would probably regret as soon as y’all touched down in the West Indies), but for this particular outing felt like a waste of a time. A older Australian couple that the two of you became acquainted with when the two of you picked up the sport of pickleball—Rio still liked tennis better—invited you two to celebrate their furbaby’s (a Chinese Crested) birthday.

Thats right a whole ass birthday party for a dog who was now widowed, you two attended the wedding just last year and the Chinese Crested, Harlowe was still dealing with the loss of their loved one so the couple thought a party would uplift his spirits. It was ridiculous what rich people got up to but you liked to entertain it sometimes.

For Rio? It was all about networking considering that the wife of the pair was a retired attorney and her husband owned a billionaire company. You knew it wasn’t really a genuine friendship (more so out of convenience) they were the couple you mainly chatted with just to past the time when you all appeared at the same events. So the both of you didn’t appear that disappointed when the husband called Rio up just fifteen minutes before the both of you were getting ready to leave telling you that they, “regretfully want to inform that their beloved Harlowe was not up for a party and rather a intimate gathering with just his parents.”

“Do you think they’re still having something but much smaller and we got uninvited?” You asked, already stepping out of your heels when Rio came back into the bedroom to tell you the news.

Rio lifted his shoulders, “we’ll find out if they did but I didn’t want to go no way.”

“I know you didn’t,” you laugh as you spin around motioning for Rio to help you out of your dress, thanks to a old shoulder injury that had you attending PT from time to time.

He pauses with his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck, “whatchu getting undressed for? You don’t want to find other plans for tonight?”

This wasn’t shocking, usually when plans got dropped the both of you always found something else to get into. It was rare for either of you to just take cancelled plans for what they were since the both of you stayed busy as a couple and separately.

“Nope…we can stay in. We’re hitting the gym in the morning anyway right?”

“I did say that didn’t I?” Rio sighed while you laughed to yourself, knowing he would prefer doing his own workout at the park or even in the backyard of your contemporary colonial—when you were with him—rather than at the gym.

He already had to put a few people in check for looking at you too long or even turning a friendly conversation into flirtations. Of course you loved Rio letting his protectiveness come out but you drew the line at him causing a few to lose their jobs when it was never that serious (to you). In this economy?! He even tried to persuade you into another gym—which was about an hour AND thirty minutes away from home but you liked the set up of your current gym and already made a few friends there as well.

Which is why he was putting in that work to get ownership over the building these past few months (which went from professional to lethal) but that was a need to know basis for you.

“Uh huh,” you nodded holding the front of the now slumped cowl silk aqua dress, “I know you can’t hang with me, so I’ll let it slide and you can enjoy your PTO.”

“Thank you for your permission, mama.” Rio rolled his eyes playfully, which then proceeded to follow you as you disappeared into the closet by the bedroom door.

Rio leans against the doorway just watching you as you shoved into some loungewear.

“I think I washed these on the wrong setting, ain’t no way these shrunk after only having them for a month.” You stated, pulling at the ends of your plaid boxer shorts with a huff.

Rio hummed, tugging his bottom lip into his mouth while he viewed the length of your legs in those shorts, “nah…that ass is growing and it’s giving me and those shorts something more to eat.”

Throwing your head back with a shake of your head you sharply exhale through your nostrils in warning, “behave.”

“It’s kinda hard to when you look like that.” He licked his lips, tempted to pounce.

“Please, I’ll put you to sleep as soon as you get up in it.” You tease as you step to cradle your husband’s face, “get some rest first honey and then we’ll talk.”

Patting his cheek, you went to squeeze by him but Rio caught your wrist to gain your attention once more. Peering up at him, Rio let his eyelashes flutter as he took his time analyzing the shape of you which was part of the many reasons he loved you, “you’re lucky I could use a few hours.”

You just smile at the heaviness in his raspy tone, leaning forward to press a kiss right to his plump and always moisturized lips. “I’ll be downstairs deciding on bourbon chicken or honey pineapple salmon for dinner.”

Rio kept a straight face as he fought back a yawn but still nodded his head at your retreating form. It felt like as soon as you told him to take his rest, his body was underneath your spell and normally he liked having that effect on you more so but he’ll fight you on it later.

What he hoped you didnt fight him on was taking a spot right on the couch to get these much needed hours in. He couldn’t exactly hide it as the kitchen and living room were basically side by side in an open floor plan but once you got on the phone with your girlfriends…that Kiking was unstoppable and lengthy. Moments later it only took you placing the fillets into the oven, sides done and covered to keep warm, with you getting off the phone and finally glancing to your right to notice the lanky frame of your husband snoring on the sofa. His limbs were always too long for the couch in the living room, which is why majority of the time he spent time on the 2-piece sectional downstairs.

Thankfully Rio wasn’t much of a snorer but sometimes when that sleep really hit? It came out and you knew he needed it. Rio was always sitting on ready regardless of his laidback but cardinial personality but you knew his profession as a, “businessman,” was anything but sweet—unless it came to counting the bag that is. You didn’t get much into his business, always being the one to turn the other cheek until necessary.

The both of you shared words a few times at the start of your relationship when you became serious and found out that Rio had people (before Mick) following you. You were an artist with a successful art gallery, which contained half of your artwork along with other local artists, new and young, and you even had some imported from all over the world. Rio tried it with the import portion of your gallery once before but you shut that shit down and the both of you didn’t speak for at least a week—almost two until the gym became his second focus—after making things right with you. Take that how you will. At the beginning you didn’t appreciate being followed and figuring out that Christopher had something to do with it after pulling out your own piece—something you hated to do but you knew how to handle your own business—Rio tried to persuade you later on that it gave him comfort knowing that his men can keep a eye on you when he can’t.

Some may have felt like that was a red flag (half of your girlfriend’s being the “some,” but one of them always had something negative to say about anything you had going on…which is why you weren’t friends at this point in time) but with a love so immense? And a career like Rio’s? You grew to accept it as a source of another security blanket since you didn’t like to get your hands dirty. Having that kind of power where someone could do that for you? Was indescribable. Sure Rio’s methods of getting to the money may require things you didn’t really agree with, you kept your own business clean just how you wanted but the way you felt about Rio was not something that could just vanish. You knew what his business entailed but you didn’t need to see the grit of it.

So maybe you did get off just a little at your man having that kind of pull on these streets.

Somebody should sue oh wait…they tried that and were part of a missing person’s report but that case was closed back in January.

You leaned against the white marble countertops, another small smile playing on your lips as it was your turn to watch your lightly snoring of a husband on the couch. He didn’t even get the chance to turn the tv on to fall asleep to, another opposite of your relationship, he needed some noise while you preferred it quiet and no light. His ankles hung off the sofa, one hand crossed over his chest as he held onto his shoulder in slumber. It wasn’t until you noticed the bright colored fiesta floral blanket pulled up and slanted underneath his chin that had you entering the living space.

You almost stopped your actions as you stared down at him in peace. You hated him watching you sleep and here you were doing the same but that didn’t last long as you shifted the spatula in your hand.

SLAP!

The stinging Rio felt against his forehead jolted him awake. His lengthy lashes popped open, making him sit up some as he tried to figure out what and who just assaulted him. He blinked a couple of times, trying to focus his vision before he shifted his view to you and that teal silicone spatula.

A furrow appeared seconds later, hand going from his shoulder to rub at the spot in between his thick brows. “What’s goin’ on?”

His voice is groggy and you almost felt bad for slapping the mess out of him. Yet he should be thankful that you didn’t slap the eagle tattoo right off the skin of his throat. The blood rushed to that spot on the center of his forehead but him rubbing at it only made it worse.

“I can ask you the same thing, why are you cuddled up with that blanket?” You motioned to the item with the cooking utensil.

Rio licked his lips, glancing down at the peach, orange, yellow, green, and navy blue blanket. He clears his throat, “Whatchu mean? I’m sleeping and the air’s on.”

Not Mr. Cool needing a blanket when he’s the one who loved having the house set on: icebox where his heart used to be, Omarion needs to slide glide and collect his boy real talk.

“Whose fault is that? I told you it didn’t need to be lower than seventy.”

Rio side eyed you a bit and proceeded to close his eyes again, ready to check out but you kicked at the cushion he laid against. Which made him sit up on his elbows, pinching the space in between his brows, “what’s good wit you? You think that makes sense to have the thermostat set on seventy when it’s damn near ninety out that front door?”

“Yes. It’s all about comfort.”

“That’s what I’m tryin’ to do with this blanket, thank you.” He went to plop back down, ready to pull the fallen object back over his shoulders.

You snatch it right off his body, “this blanket isn’t for you to get your drool on.”

“I don’t drool and wait a minute…did you hit me with that? A used spatula? You’re about to mess up my skincare and that’s feelin’ a little disrespectful to me.”

You scoff as you proceed to fold the blanket how you previously had it tossed along the couch, “No it wasn’t used! You know me better than that and I know you take pride in self care. I wouldn’t do you like that but it’s clear you’re disrespecting me by using this blanket that abuela gave to me.”

Rio felt his eye twitch as he exhaled his rising nerves, “…what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?”

“It’s for show!” You exasperated as you finished brushing over the fur of the oversized blanket.

Rio snorted, “oh for the love of almighty!”

You huffed with your hands on your hips, pulling your attention away from the blanket that was back to the way it was, “What?”

“Be real with me.” Rio jabbed a thumb at the direction of the blanket, “you want me to believe that you’re being this extra over a blanket my abuela got you from fucking Marshall’s?”

You tilted your head to the side, “oh no you didn’t, not you being uppity Mr. Serena & Lily.”

“I didn’t even mean it like that.”

“Now you’re disrespecting Abuela!” You pointed at him accusing, “Just wait until she hears about this!”

“Nah you’re not telling her nothing!” Rio latched onto the waistband of your shorts, yanking you right on the couch as you squealed feeling the air hit your lower back.

You elbowed him as you collapsed right on his lap, “are you trying to get me to moon you? What’s wrong with you?!”

He shushed you with a smirk, “Thanks for confirming just what I needed to hear…” his hands slip down your sides and towards your bare hips beneath the fabric, squeezing the sides of your ass.

“No, we have beef now you pervert.” Your attempt to get off his lap was not working for you, at all.

His lips are at the space beneath your earlobe and the way he’s sucking on the skin is definitely leaving some tingles all over your body. Rio chuckles as he feels you shudder in his lap, “what beef? I think we should talk it out, don’t you?”

He moves one hand from the side of your ass to travel up the valley in between your breasts, grabbing a hand full of the one on the left and his right. Your breathing is picking up now as Rio settles you both back against the couch and it isn’t until you feel the plush of the blanket against your shoulder that you come back to your senses.

You pull yourself from Rio’s hold, snatching the spatula back to aim right at him in defense, “that wasn’t talking.”

“Well I disagree and thought it was until you rudely interrupted me.” Rio briefly rests his elbows against his knees as he sizes you up while you cautiously step back towards the kitchen, “you clearly don’t want me getting in that overtime of sleep anymore so I guess I’m well rested enough to spend quality time with my wife.”

Rio has his eyes set only on you and he can visibly see you gulp at the distance you put between you. That feeds his ego enough, he sniffs as he pushes himself to his feet, stalking over you to pluck the spatula out of your hand and to slide it against the counters towards the deep sink. Rio towers over you, using his fingertips to grip your jaw firm enough to get your sight back on him. Quickly he latches onto your thighs, lifting you against the counter and making space for himself right in between.

His forehead is pressed against yours breathing you in as he yanks you right to the edge of the counter, his hands caressing the warmth of your upper thighs, “you care about that damn blanket so much, I want your eyes to stay only on it while I sample my appetizer, you got that?”

A finger ran over your clothed center and you pushed your moan back down your vocal cords. The both of you were famous for your poker faces but eventually one of you would take it off of the other.

Your heart was pounding against your chest along with the adrenaline also running wild at the way Rio was looking at you, seeking to devour you while biting down on his bottom lip as he fought to keep his eyes on you and not on the increased rise and fall of your chest.

His hand snakes up to your throat, squeezing just enough to let you know what time it was, “I said, do you got that?”

You sucked your teeth, “I heard you—

You started just for Rio to push you by the throat with the swiftness against the counter, other hand flying behind your head just in time to protect the back of it while your thighs instantly latched around his hips in alert.

He laughs a bit, “yeah I knew you’d like that shit,” as he lets go of your throat after turning your head to face the living room, right where your blanket sat then using both of his hands to nudge your thighs apart so he can leave you bare from your shorts.

Curiosity got the best of you as you tried to take a peek to see what your husband was up to. Usually he was the light sleeper but you didn’t miss the sound of the pop of his lips, making you turn your head to see two damp digits.

“What did I say?”

Quickly shutting your eyes, you shielded them with a free hand trying to fight back a smile and still holding your “innocence,” as you waited to open your eyes again.

“Wait!” You called out, just knowing what was to come, “…check the timer for the salmon.”

Rio barely let the annoyance hit as he gazed over his shoulder to the clock on the stove, “ten minutes left. That’s all I need for right now…desserts a different story.”

And with that being said you let his touch be felt in the most pleasing of ways, folding at the way Rio knew just what to do to set you right.

Sitting in the dining room, since you refused to sit at the island—which Rio found humorous and promised he would clean—you can’t be eating at everybody’s house y’all—the both of you sat face to face with you on the bench and Rio in the navy chair across from you.

He chewed on his last piece of fillet, hand underneath his chin as he stared at you slouched over a bit. His long limbs tapped against you underneath the table, watching you flinch as you pushed your shoulders back, which added to more of Rio’s amusement.

“What’s the matter?” He questioned, his dark eyes can’t help but to falter down to your white tank top, “you look cold and might need a blanket? There’s one not far from us actually.”

You scowled while he laughed grinning at you, “you’re such a dick!”

“And you took it so well.”

A gasp fell from your lips while you tossed a folding napkin right towards Rio’s smug face, who snatched it before it could touch him. Leaving him to mockingly kiss his lips at you, “it’s all love.”

“We’ll see.” You chewed back a smirk but Rio can read you just by looking into your eyes.

Rio raised his brows, “That a challenge? I can guarantee you we can make it happen.”

Rio loves leaving you a crying mess and talking you down from your high. His drive was hardly ever low but he thought it was respectable for the both of you to get some nutrients in before the full rounds started.

You held up a finger, grabbing your glass to chug the rest of the water, making Rio rest his cheek into the knuckles of his hand with a glint in his eyes.

“Okay,” you exhale, “but it’s my time to set it off.”

Rio nodded his head ready for whatever you had in mind although he’s envisioning reverse cowgirl, “cool, no complaints on my end.”

“I bet,” you raise a foot to caress his lap, “Can help you back to sleep in some blankets that are actually meant for sleeping with.”

Rio groaned for two separate reasons of course, reaching one hand down to grip your ankle, “lead the way, mama.”

“Not until you do the dishes and clean the counter. I know how much you hate going to bed with a dirty kitchen and we ain’t got shit to do so…get to it. I’ll be waiting.” It was your turn for some small payback as you hopped up from the bench, a glare crossing Rio’s features.

You laughed as you gripped his shoulders, leaning down to press your lips against his. The both of you tilted your heads just right as your lips battled against each other soon before you slipped your tongue against Rio’s. It was getting nasty again and he was ready to pull you right in his lap and let you do your thing right there but you pulled back with a bit of saliva between your lips.

“Hurry up, I’ll be ready to take my own nap myself soon.” You wink at him before you quickly pulled yourself from his grasp.

Rio swallowed his own breathing down, hands rubbing at his wet lips first and then the tension in his jaw all while feeling the twitch below again. Looking at the dishes and feeling the pull towards you was another battle within itself. Usually he wasn’t the clean up crew, he had people for that professionally and personally and as he started cleaning one dish he checked his own pocket to book a cleaning service for the morning. However he did take his time cleaning down the island, he wasn’t that cruel.

And who needed the gym anyway when you had his heart pumping enough?

He didn’t have to cancel that too.

Rio always ran shit.

The gym was just as much as his now as you are.

Just how he liked it.

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Continue with my summer anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #queued #good girls nbc #good girls rio #good girls Rio x reader #rio x reader #rio x black!reader #manny montana #summer prompts #summer writings

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eldritchqueerture · 2 days

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@lighthouseshepard you asked for a tag 🥰 decided to split this one into a few chapters (looking at 4 so far I think)

Summary:

"His arms still felt tense without the connection to Arthur. Anxiety – was that what that was? – was brewing in his gut at the distance between them, despite it only being two feet at most. At least in Arthur’s eyes he had a better position to warn him should something approach; now there were too many distractions, and the angle was off. He had an almost overpowering urge to grab onto Arthur again, hold him tight against his body and never let him go ever again. That way they could be close again, close enough to protect against any threats, close enough to feel… whole." --- John and Arthur finally separate and temporarily stay in New York to get used to this new arrangement. It doesn't go as well as they might have hoped.

Arthur did not get his sight back.

This was the first thought John had after he had gathered his own surroundings enough to notice Arthur heaving on the floor beside him. Abandoned were the thoughts of free movement, finally after months of being confined to the space in Arthur’s mind and one arm, of a physical body finally of his own – as soon as he saw (with his own eyes at last) the pain on Arthur’s face. His hands shot out to grab the man by the shoulders – and they were big hands, significantly bigger than Arthur’s and darker by a few shades at least. John felt his stomach constrict at the sight, but the worry crowding his mind prevented him from getting overwhelmed with these new, physical sensations.

As soon as Arthur raised his head to look at him, John could tell he was not able to see. His eyes were clouded and unfocused even as he whispered Arthur’s name, his vocal cords not used to speaking.

“John?” Arthur asked shakily. “I—I’m… Are you…?”

“I’m here, I’m fine,” he whispered again and cleared his throat to get his voice working. “I’m... I’m here.”

There was wonder in his voice at the realization, but his eyes were glued to Arthur’s, his heart still beating fast with worry. This was supposed to work for both of them, it was supposed to give Arthur back what John had taken from him.

He felt his hands tighten on Arthur’s shoulders.

“I…” Arthur started, unsure. Then, he let out a mirthless laugh. “I can’t see.”

“Arthur, I’m sorry.” The words spilled from John’s mouth like a tide. “I’m so sorry, I thought it would work. I really hoped—”

“John, it’s alright,” Arthur interrupted him, his right hand searching and grabbing John’s shoulder. The touch felt so strange and foreign to John that it effectively stopped any other sounds coming from his mouth. “We knew it was a long shot anyway. It’s… It’s alright.”

He said that, but John could see his eyes glisten with unshed tears. “What about your arm? And, and—”

“I have it all back,” Arthur said, gaining a bit more control of his voice and flexing his left hand carefully. “All except for…”

He trailed off, and John tightened the grip on his shoulders again.

“Arthur—”

“What about you?” Arthur shook his head slightly, changing the subject. “You have—You have a body now! How do you feel?”

“I… It’s…” John hesitated and tried to take stock of his body. He felt the strength of muscles in his arms, legs and torso, felt the hair on his head, falling onto his shoulders. He was naked, skin forming goosebumps from the contact with the stone floor and the draft from the corridors of the hideout. He could feel every point where his skin touched something, the length of his shins on the stone, the stretch in his knees, the tension in his shoulders and the warmth of Arthur’s body on his palms. He could feel the air entering and leaving his lungs through his nostrils and his mouth; he could feel his own heart beating. It was… “So much.”

He hadn’t stopped gripping Arthur’s shoulders like a lifeline. He could not imagine letting go of him and dealing with all these new sensations alone. Arthur, he knew Arthur. He knew Arthur’s body. This one… would require getting used to.

“I can’t even imagine what it’s like…” Arthur mused. “Experiencing the physical reality for the first time. Are you okay?”

“I… think so?” John frowned and blinked a couple times. From what he could tell humans didn’t need to control breathing and blinking all the time, so why did it feel as if he stopped paying attention to it, he would suffocate? Why was his heart hammering like it wanted to break his ribcage open and get out? How did Arthur do this?

“Are you…” Arthur licked his lips almost nervously. “Is it… human?”

John blinked again, tilting his head slightly to look himself over. From the front he looked human enough, but he felt a crevasse on his back, the length of where his spine should be. He had full control of what hid there, barely material until he willed it into existence. One by one dark tendrils of shadow began to snake from behind him, carefully, as if testing the air.

“Mostly…” John said. With one of the tendrils he touched Arthur’s right hand, making him gasp. “But not… entirely.”

“Fuck,” Arthur let out, a look of wonder crossing his face as he felt the limb with his hand. It was material enough to touch, but the edges undulated slightly like fabric underwater. “Did you—?”

“I can hide them, I think,” John supplied. “If necessary.”

A bit of tension let up from his shoulders at the little smile on Arthur’s face. “Might be, if we plan on ever going out.”

“If people can even see them,” John remarked. When Arthur frowned with confusion, he explained, “Remember the Vizier and his… Well, the creature on his face? Noel saw it as a simple mask.”

“True! You’re right,” Arthur nodded. “I guess we’ll need to test that.”

John swallowed and cringed slightly. The tentacles for one were familiar – as the King, he had plenty of those, even if the memories were faded. He still clung to Arthur for dear life though, some of the tendrils wrapping around his arms as well almost without his conscious input.

“John, what are you…” Arthur let out a laugh. “You can let go of me, you know?”

John blinked at all the limbs he managed to connect with Arthur and detangled them all one by one, his chest growing heavier with each one. Eventually he forced his hands to let go of Arthur’s shoulders, his palms curling into fists immediately to search for something grounding. Nails in his skin – that was pain. At least this sensation was somewhat familiar. He focused the tension on his left pinkie without really thinking about it. Yes, that. He knew that.

“I suppose we need to find you some clothes,” Arthur spoke. “Didn’t you mention a wardrobe somewhere in this place?”

“Yes, whatever cult had been residing here used this place to sleep as well,” he said, acutely aware of the strain speaking put on his vocal cords. “There were robes as well as normal clothes.”

“Yes, well, I think we do prefer the latter,” Arthur laughed and stood up with a slight groan. John belatedly realized he could do that as well.

“The nearest room will be on our left,” he spoke. “In the corridor we passed through getting here.”

“Right, right.” Arthur walked in the right direction almost confidently, with John following him close by. His arms still felt tense without the connection to Arthur. Anxiety – was that what that was? – was brewing in his gut at the distance between them, despite it only being two feet at most. At least in Arthur’s eyes he had a better position to warn him should something approach; now there were too many distractions, and the angle was off. He had an almost overpowering urge to grab onto Arthur again, hold him tight against his body and never let him go ever again. That way they could be close again, close enough to protect against any threats, close enough to feel… whole.

Yes, it felt like an essential part of John was missing, left behind somewhere in the recesses of Arthur’s mind, and only that way he could at least get close to what he knew. He dreaded the thought of Arthur somehow disappearing from his line of sight, lost somewhere in the shadows of these old stone halls. The prospect made him feel sick.

Wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn’t notice that Arthur had stopped at an intersection.

“Ouch!” Arthur yelped as John bumped into him, turning back to him with a slight crease of annoyance on his forehead. “You’re the one with eyes, John. Use them.”

“Sorry, s-sorry. Uh, right here.”

Arthur’s hand searched for John’s and squeezed lightly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just… A lot to get used to,” John managed through the tightness in his throat. The touch of Arthur’s hand was a lifeline to a man drowning somewhere deep within him, and he desperately wanted to grab onto it and claw his way up along it towards the surface. His hand shook.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” Arthur asked, some concern coloring his voice that made John feel… Something in his stomach. Something he did not like. He frowned.

“Of course, Arthur,” he growled. “Let’s move.”

Arthur let go of his hand then and turned right, and it was one of the hardest things John had had to do not to pull that hand back to him by force if necessary. He followed Arthur with gritted teeth, the unpleasant tension unchanging in his chest.

They managed to find enough clothes to fit John in some pants, shirt and a jacket with a high collar. John was sparse with his descriptions and gave them only once Arthur asked. Most of the time he needed to get dressed had passed in silence, save for the rustling of clothes.

“Alright, ready to go?” Arthur asked once the rustling stopped. John was looking himself over, his jaw still clenched tightly.

“Yes,” he replied, keeping whatever thoughts brewed in his mind to himself.

“You should take my arm,” Arthur said. “It will look less… Weird.”

John frowned at him again. “Weird?”

“Well, I can’t very well hide the fact that I’m blind now,” Arthur replied. “Gonna have to learn to navigate on my own, now that we’re… apart.”

Something coiled tightly in John’s stomach. Again.

“Gonna have to buy a cane, probably. But either way, this will be easier for now.” Arthur stared in John’s direction expectantly. Carefully, John stepped towards him and wrapped his arm around Arthur’s forearm.

They managed to find their way out of the hideout, emerging from an abandoned building somewhere on the outskirts of New York. The train station was near enough that they made it there without issue and were on the train to New York before the sun started setting, painting the sky a golden orange.

They were alone in the car, as far as John could tell. The ticket taker had passed and checked their tickets, without so much as a second glance at the two, and the short ride to Grand Central was shaping up well. John was quiet, looking around the car and out the window once the train started moving. He felt Arthur at his side, close enough for their knees to touch, and it had to be enough. It had to be enough.

“How… How is it?” Arthur spoke up carefully. John blinked, realizing he’d probably been waiting for descriptions.

“The weather is clear, only a few clouds in the sky,” he started speaking. “The early sunset is painting everything in a golden hue, as we pass the houses on the way to the city. The train is mostly empty, there were a few people in the car that we passed on our way in, but now we are alone.”

Arthur huffed an unrealized laugh. “Thanks. But I, uh… I meant, for you. How is…” He licked his lips. “How does it feel now?”

John looked away, even though he knew Arthur could not see him.

“It’s still… a lot. A lot of sensory information I didn’t have to process before. It’s… harder to focus with it all.”

“Hm, I bet,” Arthur nodded.

“But I think it’s getting better,” John lied. “I’m getting used to it.”

“Good. Good,” Arthur offered. “Your brain starts to filter out some things once you get used to it. But I… If there’s anything you need, or, or—”

“I’m fine, Arthur,” John said impatiently. “I have experienced a lot through your hand already.”

The words felt sour on his tongue as his gaze involuntarily travelled to Arthur’s left hand. The hand that had used to be his. Practically the only manifestation of him, of who he is, out in the world.

And now it didn’t even belong to him anymore.

He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth hurt, and he forced himself to look away. Arthur deserved to have his arm back, he deserved to have control of his own body back, regardless of what John thought might have been his. Everything that he was in Arthur’s head had been stolen, taken without consent, without consideration. What fucking right did he have to claim that part of Arthur? Now that he had his own body – one without the scars, without the wood wedged into the bone of his left pinkie that always ached ever so slightly; the marks that he had considered his own. No, those were now Arthur’s to bear, Arthur’s alone. He had no claim to that body anymore, no matter how much of his identity he had weaved around them.

They arrived in New York before nightfall and managed to secure a room at the hotel. It was too late to call anyone – they had ended up near New York by accident, so no one was expecting them to arrive. Not that they assumed anyone would – Marie could have very well found a new tenant and they didn’t know whether Noel was still even in the city. When John had suggested Daniel, Arthur got slightly nervous and brushed the suggestion off, saying that they should definitely visit him, just maybe not so soon after separating. John could only guess at what that meant.

The hotel room was sparse, with a decently equipped bathroom, a radio and two beds with accompanying nightstands, as well as an empty wardrobe with a mirror door. John stopped in front of it, trying to reconcile the unfamiliar face of the man who he now was, standing – almost towering – over Arthur. His face was long, with a protruding chin, square-shaped jawline and a big nose. Half of it was covered by a splintered, white mask.

John obliged when Arthur asked him to describe himself. He kept his tone perfectly neutral throughout until he mentioned the mask and Arthur’s breath stuttered.

“Can I…” he begun with hesitation, reaching to grab John’s arm. “You don’t have to say yes, but… Can I touch it?”

Something seized in John’s chest, grabbing hold of his throat and squeezing for a moment, so hard he could not get a sound out. Then he breathed out, putting every effort to mask the shaking in it, and whispered an affirmation.

Arthur’s hand first found John’s collarbone and traced it up to his neck and jaw. A shiver passed through John’s body that he sincerely hoped escaped Arthur’s notice, and the careful fingertips reached the edges of the mask.

John could feel through it, the mask an integrated part of his body, with nerve connections leading to and from it as they would on any part of his skin. Almost involuntarily John raised his own hand to match Arthur’s movement, to feel what he could feel – the smooth, silk-like texture of the mask under his fingertips. In doing so, he covered Arthur’s hand entirely, effectively cupping it to his face.

“John…” Arthur sighed his name in a tone that made John’s stomach do some really strange twists, and he was really growing sick of this. He gripped Arthur’s palm perhaps a tad tighter than he intended and drew it away from his face.

“Well, I can’t really hide this one,” he announced, with frustration bubbling over into his voice.

“It’s—It’s alright,” Arthur said in a thick tone, withdrawing his hand back to himself. “Some people wear, uh… Masks like that to hide facial scarring sometimes. It’s alright.”

John did not mention how the mask looked way too similar to the Pallid Mask that the King’s cult wore, and Arthur didn’t seem inclined to either. Some sort of bundle of emotions coiled in John’s chest at that thought – shame? Regret? Guilt? But also some sort of satisfaction – a feeling of it being right. This was a part of him whether he liked it or not – whether Arthur liked it or not. And John would just have to deal with what that meant for them going forward.

#malevolent #niki.writes #malevolent podcast #malevolent fanfic #john doe #arthur lester #jarthur #private eyes #i MAY be guilty of being inspired by izel's john design #it was. not intentional its just that john is how i imagine him and i cannot change it 😭 hes just perfect

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emelia07 · 2 days

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I personally think that we have a nice little fandom here. Sometimes people disagree and thats ok, and the people who take disagreements to far can be ignored because it honestly doesn’t happen often or it happens as a joke. If you disagree with something your seeing, ignore it!! Every place has a different culture and life perspective, if its different to yours then just be respectful and walk away. Our fandom is going to revive again very soon with two books coming out, so lets just keep this a happy place and be welcoming to the new and old fans alike. I love you all and I hope (at least for myself) that new friendships get formed this year though a tumblr tag for an amazing book!

#jameson hawthorne #the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #tig #grayson hawthorne #the grandest game #tfg #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs

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amor-immortalem · 2 days

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Welcome Home

A/N: I’ve been working on this since NB season 2 ended in January :/ I think I’ve finally got it to where I’m happy with it. And just before new lessons drop no less

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“Hold on tight!”

The ride back to her own timeline is rough and bumpy. Her landing? Not so great. Arella crash lands into the bushes just beside the House of Lamentation’s front doors. Who would have thought being launched out of a rift in space-time could hurt so much?

‘Things could have been worse, though…’ She thinks to herself as she sits up and climbs out of the now destroyed bush, ‘Where did Solomon-?!’

A soft, pain-filled groan from the direction Arella’d just come from catches her attention and suddenly the human realizes the reason she’s not more hurt save for a few bumps, cuts, and bruises is due to the fact that Solomon took the brunt of their horrific landing.

“Oh my god, did you break that fall?!” Arella scrambles to help her fellow sorcerer out of the wrecked foliage. “You idiot, you may be immortal but you’re not unkillable! Are you okay?”

“Never better!” Solomon’s response is breathless and strained as he holds his arms wrapped around his sides, “It’s only a few broken ribs- nothing a simple healing spell won’t mend.”

“You’re so full of shite your eyes are brown. How badly are you hurt?” She’s not amused by the way the silver-haired man tries to downplay his injuries.

“I think… I punctured a lung too but what kind of teacher would I have been if I let my adorable apprentice receive far worse injuries than I?” he finally admits. “I’ll take care of it as soon as I get my bearings.” and that’s enough for Arella to cast a healing spell or her own.

“Oh, that’s nonsense.” The freckled human grumbles as she shoves her hands in the space between his arms and torso.

“Hear me, spirit of light. In name of the sorcerer Arella, I command you: mend and reverse the damage done to the man in front of me.”

A warm golden glow emanates from her palms as her magic does its job. Solomon’s breathing turns less strained and labored as the glow dissipates, and he lets out a long sigh of relief.

“Thanks for that.” he smiles as he rises from what’s left of the bush, offering his hand to Arella which she takes.

With quick spell, Solomon is able to reverse the damage they caused with their fall and the pair of humans has all of two seconds before they find themselves nearly tackled back into the foliage as a pair of arm crushes them against their owner’s chest.

“Y…You’re back!” Asmo’s voice quivers with unshed tears as he pulls back. “Both of you… do you have any idea how worried I was- how worried the rest of us were?! You idiots! Where’ve you been!?”

“It’s a long story.” Arella smiles as her own tears start to well up in her eyes. “But I’m home… finally.”

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Just one simple text calls nearly the rest of the brothers home. There are many questions, many tears shed from the relief at seeing their pact master but one of them is still missing.

“Do we have any idea where Mammon is?” Arella asks as she bounces Cyrus on her hip- she’d been purposely waiting until everyone had arrived before she recounted the events of the last year to the group of demons.

There’s a look of concern splayed across their features that doesn’t sit well with Arella.

“Did… something happen to Mammon while we were gone?” Solomon asks as he sips from the teacup in his hand.

“Once we realized you were missing,” Satan starts, choosing his words to explain the situation carefully, “Mammon went on a rampage looking for you.”

“When he couldn’t find you anywhere here in the Devildom,” Lucifer adds, “he left for the human world in hopes of finding you there. He was going to take Cyrus with him, but I was able to convince him that was a bad idea.”

“That was six months ago,” Beel frowns. “No one’s heard from him since.”

The revelation leaves Arella quiet with concern. Guilt for not acting sooner when it came to reforming her pacts begins to eat at her as she thinks about how sick with worry her favorite demon must be consumed with.

“I’ll go look for him,” she declares boldly, “but first I owe the rest of you an explanation for the past year.”

・・・〆・・・

“It’s clear she’s not in this realm, Mammon.” Milli sits across the table from him as they eat breakfast. “At the rate you’re going, you’ll drive yourself insane over one small human life- not very befitting of such a powerful demon.”

“I know, Mill,” Mammon sighs tiredly as he runs a hand through his shaggy white hair, “I know, but I can’t give up on Arella. She’s out there somewhere, in trouble, and if the situation was reversed, I know she wouldn’t give up on me.”

“For all you know, she could be dead- you said you felt your connection through your pact waning, didn’t you?” The witch frowns as her daughter toddles up to her and climbs into her mother’s lap to snuggle. “I just don’t want to see you come out of this with a broken heart.”

“She’s not dead.” His blue and gold eyes bore holes in the table- refusing to believe in that possibility. “Yeah, it’s true that the strength of our pact was weakened at the start of all this, but in the last few weeks, it’s been gettin’ stronger and stronger. It won’t be much longer now- I can feel it.”

Milli only sighs as she gives her long-time friend a disbelieving look. “At least go home and take a break. I can’t imagine you have many funds left to keep up your little search I’m sure your little one misses you as well.”

The Avatar of Greed nods. Going home would give him time to recoup as well- let him touch base with his brothers and see if they’d managed to find anything more out in his absence.

“You’re right… I am almost out of grimm so I have to go home whether I want to or not. It’s just… I feel horrible goin’ home having made literally no progress. Everyone’s countin’ on me to bring ‘er back.”

“Then they’ll just have to be disappointed- you’re only one demon.” The witch huffs. “You can only do so much especially when you had literally nothing to go on.”

The solemn mood is interrupted abruptly as a bolt of golden light strikes the center of the kitchen floor, startling everyone in the house as Milli’s young daughter starts to cry. When the smoke clears, it reveals Thirteen, who looks more than a little frazzled.

“Thirteen?” The white-haired demon asks.

“No time to explain,” the reaper says as she takes a hold of Mammon’s hand. Before he can even get a word out, they teleport away.

・・・〆・・・

The brothers all sit in silence as Arella recounts the crazy year she’d just had. How she was forced to reestablish their pacts, the way their sins began to control their behaviour, the trip down to Cocytus to save Lucifer, how she’d even got to watch the planning and development of RAD and briefly attend its opening ceremony, and how alien everything all felt in the moment.

Now that she’s listening to herself speak, she realizes how truly terrified she was that she might never return home.

“But who would even do something like that?” Belphegor frowns, “And why take you back to that timeframe specifically?”

“They called themselves ‘Nightbringer’. Arella responds, staring down at her messages- specifically at the unlisted number that sent her the text that started this nonsense- as she allowed her adoptive son to play with her fingers. “I’ve still got no clue as to who they even are, but they seemed to know the eight of us well enough…”

“The father of demons?” Lucifer has a puzzled expression on his face. “What would a being as old as that want with you?”

“I don’t know…” she sighs, “but I’ve got the nagging feeling we’re far from done with them yet…”

・・・〆・・・

“Thirteen what is goin’ on.” Mammon’s lost track of the amount of times he’s nearly tripped over his own two feet as the reaper pulls him along after her.

“It’s Arella.” Her response is blunt. “She’s back. An hour ago, she and that shitty sorcerer just appeared out of nowhere right in front of the House of Lamentation.”

Those words freeze the demon in his tracks. Arella. His human. She was back. Was she safe? Hurt? Where the hell has she been that not even a tracking spell could find her? And why the hell was she with Solomon of all people?

Deciding not to waste any more time, the demon books it for the House of Lamentation leaving Thirteen in his dust. It takes him no time to get home, throwing the door open as he kicks off his boots. When he sees her, his breath catches in his throat.

His presence is given away when Cyrus looks back and excitedly calls for him.

“Mammon…” Arella smiles, her voice sounds so relieved as she crosses the room, wrapping her free arm around his neck.

Mammon returns the embrace, arms winding around his human and son tightly as he buries his face in her hair. He can’t believe it- all that time spent searching in vain only for her to reappear out of nowhere. A sense of happiness, of relief, washes over him in tidal waves.

“Where the hell have you been?” His voice breaks as he tries miserably to hold back his tears. “I was so fucking worried about you.”

“I know I’m sorry.” Arella says as she presses her forehead to his, “We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

Her thumb moves to brush away the falling tears from his cheeks as Mammon nods, opting just to rest his head in the crook of her neck where her scent is strongest instead- it always was grounding for him.

Things are further interrupted when Thirteen finally manages to catch up, barging into the House of Lamentation like she owns the place.

She joins Mammon in crushing Arella with a tight hug- one that never lessens even as she starts laying into Solomon about having disappeared for so long with her favorite human.

・・・〆・・・

Hours later, after everyone has gone to bed for the night, Arella and Mammon are still awake. The demon is restless and tense, body not seeming to know how to relax anymore and it leaves the human in much the same shape.

“Mammon, Love, come here.” Her voice is soft as she holds her arms out for him. “You’ll never get to sleep if you’re up pacing like that all night.”

“Sorry, Treasure.” Mammon sighs as he runs a hand through his hair before complying with her request. “I’m just- I don’t mean to keep ya up.”

“I know you don’t, dear. I just wish I could help you relax more- nothing seems to be working.” She runs her hands through his mop of snowy hair, “Seems like you’re in dire need of a haircut too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you keep it this long.”

“Is it? I hadn’t really noticed…”

“It is…” she hums, “I could probably tie it back in a small ponytail if I really wanted to.”

“Where did you go? I couldn’t find ya, Thirteen couldn’t find ya- We thought you were…”

“The past…” she answers softly, “Back to just a little bit after you all had fallen… I couldn’t let anyone know about my predicament- Solomon told me it might cause problems in the present if anyone were to know. I had to masquerade as a demon for a period of time before Diavolo eventually found me out with his lie detecting ability. It was so… weird and heartbreaking in a way. I knew who you all were, but you didn’t have a clue who I was… I felt like I was reliving my first year as an exchange student…”

Silence falls over them like a weighted blanket as Arella keeps carding her fingers through Mammon’s hair.

“Why didn’t you come back sooner?”

“I wanted to- believe me, I did- but the power of my pacts had diminished to practically nothing- not even my stay commands had as much of a kick to them at that point. I was forced to reforge everything if I wanted to return to this time. It was hard. The hardest part was not being able to seek you out when I needed comfort. I had to keep reminding myself that you weren’t my version of you. That no matter how much it may feel like my version of you, you were a different demon from the one I love.”

By this point, the human had tears tumbling down her cheeks. Over the past year, she’d been compartmentalizing all of her fear and anxiety that came with the prospect of being stuck in the past and she’d never taken the time to actually confront and deal with those emotions. Now that she was home though…

“I just…” a sob quakes her voice, “There were so many nights where I just wanted you to hold me, tell me it would all be okay in the end but…”

Mammon just tightens his hold on her, maneuvering Arella down so she’s on his level as he allows her to cry it out.

The rest of their night is spent wrapped up in their blankets with kisses and cuddles aplenty. The rest of their reunion and all the struggles that may come in its wake can wait for another day. For now, the pair just simply bask in each other’s company, just grateful to have each other once more.

・・・〆・・・

End

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