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allysunny · 3 months

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Hello!! Can i request a 14 + 19 + n for Miguel? remember to take care of yourself as always :)) , luv from anon! 🎀

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me” + “I’ve got you” + Pregnancy x Miguel O’Hara

Words: 4.1k words

Warnings: Beach day! Fluff, pregnancy, mentions of body image issues, mention of suggestive themes, some light angst (if you squint, really), soft Miguel, he's an incredible husband <3 If I missed anything, let me know, I'm terrible at tagging! Not proofread - oops!

A/N: Hey everyone!!! I'm back!!! Wow, I could post two works this week? Insane!!! Well, it was a real blast writing this. I mean it, I got it ready in like, a day or two. That's just how much fun I had with this little drabble! It was just so cute, and I'm a sucker for soft Miguel. I missed writing for him!!!

Once again, I ask your patience. I promise I haven't given up on writing, I'm just really, really busy hahaha.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this! I certainly did <3

“These are so good…” you mumbled, biting into the treat in your hand.

Miguel, standing next to you, winced and his face contorted in a slight expression of disgust. “Cream cheese with anchovies?” he asked, “Yes, mi vida. I’m sure it’s delicious.”

You kept on biting at your sandwich, a content smile on your lips.

“How’d you know this is exactly what I’d want right now?” you asked, mouth stuffed. Miguel winced again. You knew it bothered him when people spoke with their mouth full, and yet he said nothing, simply happy to watch his loving wife indulge in her (honestly appalling) sandwich.

“Call it a lucky guess. All of your cravings so far have been disgusting, I thought I might as well mix whatever we had left on the fridge, and you’d enjoy it.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. Seriously? Were you and your cravings that predictable that he could just mix whatever two ingredients there were in your fridge? But as soon as you gave it some more thought, the notion made you laugh. Perhaps it didn’t mean you were predictable, only that your husband knew you that well.

You ran a hand on top of your pregnant belly, giving it a few pats before returning to your sandwich.

“Thank you. Our baby seems to be enjoying it as well,” you tell him with a soft smile.

Miguel returns it and bends down to press a soft kiss on top of your stomach. “Well, that makes me happy.”

You two sat there. You, enjoying your ridiculous sandwich, Miguel enjoying your company. He’d been meaning to take you on a small beach day for a while now, but his work kept getting in a way. After a few tweaks in his schedule (courtesy of Lyla), and a few missions handled by other people (Jessica and Peter B. had been kind enough to catch those anomalies by themselves), he’d managed to snag you away on a sunny Saturday morning.

You had everything you could possibly need. Lots (and lots) of food, an insane amount of sunscreen (that Miguel insisted on applying on your skin every 20 minutes), a few books to keep you entertained (even though you’re only spending the day, and not a whole week), lots of refreshments, and four beach umbrellas for you to sit under (that occupied far too much space, something you’d stressed a lot at home. But it’s not like Miguel listened).

“Everything alright, mi vida?” He asked you.

You nodded and wiggled your feet, relishing on the feeling of the soft sand against them. “As alright as it was five minutes ago, Miggy. I promise I’m fine. There’s no need to worry about me.”

He only sighed in response and shook his head.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Can I get you anything? Would you like something from the beach bar? Fresh juice? Any other beverage? An ice cream?” Miguel looked positively adorable when he worried. Ever since you told him you were pregnant, he started treating you as if you were made of glass, and as soon as you started showing, he went actually crazy.

His wife can’t lift a box – can’t bend down and possibly hurt the baby. He’ll do all of the heavy lifting. In fact, he’ll do all of the lifting.

She can’t do the dishes – spending far too long on her feet can tire her out, and he couldn’t have that. He’ll wash everything and get a dishwasher for the days he worked late.

She can’t possibly cook dinner – what if something goes wrong and she gets upset? Stress is not good for the baby. No, let Miguel do all the cooking.

She can’t clean either – let him handle it.

The point was, Miguel was an extremely protective man. He loved you more than anything. And now you were carrying the world’s most precious cargo: his son.

So why wouldn’t he treat you with the utmost care?

“Miguel, I told you, I’m fine.” You sighed, finishing your sandwich. Before you could say something, Miguel had handed you two napkins and a bottle of fresh orange juice. You took the napkins, cleaned your mouth, and he quickly grabbed a bottle of water, presenting both to you.

“Water? Juice? Which do you prefer, my love?” he asked.

You just shook your head. It was pointless to say anything. Better to simply enjoy it.

“Juice is fine.” You took the bottle and brought it to your lips, which earned a slight groan from him. Safe to say, your pregnancy had just made Miguel even more enamoured with you and your body. The accentuated curves, the softness and plushness of your skin, all for Miguel to grasp and tug and pull. Your tender breasts that had grown, and he’d already spent hours twisting and helping relieve some of your pain and soreness, your calves that often needed to be massaged – your body had always been a treasure to Miguel, but now that his child was growing inside of it, he was going to do everything in his power to love it more and more.

You looked at him; this look of his was easy to recognise. Crimson eyes low and darkened with desire, tracing every swirl of your tongue over your lips. You blushed furiously. It was flattering to know Miguel wanted you, and even more so to know both his love and lust had only increased with your pregnancy.

“Like what you see, Mister?” you asked, tilting your head, and playing coy.

Miguel loved it when you did that. It did things to him whenever you played hard to get, whenever you pretended not to know the effect you had on him.

“Very much. Te ves bien bonita,” he hummed, dipping his head low to place a kiss on your jaw. You sighed, and he took it as a sign to kiss you further, trailing down your neck.

You were just about to run your fingers through his hair when you remembered where the hell you were.

“M-Miguel!” you breathed out, slowly pulling him away from your body. “Please – we’re in public.”

“No me importa. Que vean.”

“No – Miguel, no.” You giggled and pushed him off you, earning an annoyed huff from him.

“We’re at the beach. We’re not going to give these people a show.”

“Oh, but who told you I don’t want to?” Miguel asked, raising a brow, “I’d like to show all of those idiots staring who the hell you belong to.” His voice was low and raspy, and you felt heat pool in your lower stomach. You shook your head, trying to get these nasty thoughts out of your head. This was supposed to be a nice, innocent beach date! Not fantasizing about your incredibly handsome husband.

“Well,” you spoke, “Too bad. You’re not doing anything.”

Miguel grumbled and got up, shaking his head.

“Always the same. Always ‘We’re in public Miggy!” or, ‘Don’t do that, people are watching Miguel”, or even ‘You can’t fuck me in front all of these people Miguel’!”

Your cheeks heat up and you blushed furiously, embarrassment spreading through your whole body. Your husband wasn’t talking in a particularly low tone, and people had started to look at him. More specifically, women, smirking towards him and licking their lips viciously. Your stomach was about to curl when Miguel spoke his next words, making you forget all about other people.

“One of these days I’ll take you in front of all of them, I’m telling you. Show them you’re mine.”

“Miguel!”

“What?” He turned to look at you, and you could see that stupid smirk of his plastered all over his face. It was no secret that Miguel loved to see you flustered like this.

“Don’t say that out loud, oh my god!”

“Why? It’s not like I’m lying here.” Before you could protest further, Miguel offered you a cheeky smile and nodded his head towards the water. “I’m gonna go for a dive. Do you want to come?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s fine.” It was enough for Miguel to tense up, but you were quick to reply. “It’s fine – I’ll be fine, Miguel, don’t worry. I’ll just stay here under the shade.” You tried offering him a reassuring smile. After all, you weren’t a child, and could take care of yourself just fine.

Miguel eyed you for a while, before sighing.

“Fine,” he said, “But if you need anything – “

“I’ll let you know. Don’t worry.”

“And I won’t be long. I promise. I just need to freshen up.”

“Miguel,” you said his name softly, “It’s fine. I promise I’ll be fine.”

He nodded and ran towards the water. You watched him as he looked around and the water tickled his feet.

You then looked around, taking the scenery in. It was a lovely sunny day. There were no clouds in the sky, and nothing but a small breeze could be felt brushing your hair. It was the perfect beach day, and you were so glad Miguel had taken today off to be with you. You missed him when he was gone, and although you knew what he did was extremely important (after all, your husband was Spider-Man), it was only natural to long for him when he was away. Especially with these pesky pregnancy hormones.

You returned your gaze to him, and that’s when you saw her.

A woman, eyeing Miguel up and down, shamelessly.

You raised an eyebrow. For the looks of it, it seemed as if she had been looking at him for a while. It was clear she was looking him up and down, and you felt a nasty feeling forming on your stomach, something green and envious and nasty.

The woman approached him, and your eyes lingered on her, on her perfect silhouette. Her legs were long and lean, her stomach toned, and her bikini sure did wonders showing off her boobs. Along with the jealousy you felt clawing at your skin, came another feeling, that instead of making you angry, just made you sad.

Miguel had seemed to notice her, because he turned to face her and the two started to talk. She was all smiles and giggles, tilting her head slightly and – was she actually swaying her hips? You huffed. Miguel was no stranger to flirtation. Women shot their shots with him all the time. Well, tried to. He was always quick to shut them down, mentioning his lovely wife, who happened to now be carrying his baby.

You knew him to be faithful. You knew he loved you and only you. You knew he would never hurt you or cheat on you or cause you any distress.

So why was it that you felt so unworthy of him when you two were out?

You looked at the woman again.

She was gorgeous, with perfect skin, flawless hair, and a great fucking body.

And here you were, sitting down on a chair you could barely get out of, eating a sandwich you were sure was positively disgusting to everyone else, feeling big and fat and ugly and simply not enough for him. The thought nearly brought you two tears. Miguel always assured you of how much he loved you, of how much he adored you and found you the most beautiful woman in the world.

And yet you couldn’t help but wipe away one or two tears that spilled across your cheeks, dark thoughts clouding your mind. You were surrounded by beautiful women, all of them reminding you of how much less you felt, with their perfect bodies and normal stomachs that did not weigh a ton because of the baby growing inside of them, with long legs that elegantly strutted instead of awkwardly waddling from one room to the other. Would Miguel be better off with any of these women? Would they look better on his arm, on his bed, on his life?

It was simply too much. You grabbed your nearby dress and placed it on top of your belly, hiding it. Then, you moved to grab your book, trying to focus on your reading. It was nearly impossible, and when Miguel returned after a while, you did your best not to look at him.

“Hey,” he said. “Everything okay?”

You refused to meet his eye.

“Mhm. Just peachy.”

“Are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Then why are you covering yourself?”

“Just protecting the baby from the heat,” you mumbled. What a terrible excuse.

Miguel hummed before you. He bent down and grabbed his towel, shaking the sand from it (away from you, of course), before setting it down on the spot next to yours, and laying on it. Now that he was up close, you could see every freckle on his body, every muscle, every droplet that fell down his arms, his legs, his back. He was as charming as ever.

And you had never felt more inadequate. Unconsciously, you brought your dress closer, hiding your chest too.

"¿Seguro que estás bien, mi vida?" Miguel asked again, looking up at you. Why the hell were you covering your body? Were you cold? It was rather warm outside, that couldn’t be it. Did you feel sick?

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Miguel followed your eyes. They landed on the woman that had tried to strike up a conversation with him earlier.

And then everything fell into place.

The way you were hiding your body from him, the way you looked somewhere else so that you wouldn’t have to meet his gaze, how sheepishly you were acting.

And it genuinely upset Miguel. Because how could you ever think that you weren’t the most gorgeous woman out there? That your body wasn’t worthy of worship and adoration and idolisation? His fingers slowly crept up next to you, and he softly pulled the dress away from your body, exposing your belly, your thighs, your legs, your beautiful skin and being.

“Miguel, gimme that back,” you mumbled, trying to take the dress back from him. He pulled back his arm and the dress was immediately out of your reach. You huffed, hugging your hands around your body, as if you could hide it from him. You couldn’t. And Miguel was heartbroken that you thought you had to.

“Tell me what’s wrong, mami.” He said, hand caressing your thigh. He’d have to coax the insecurity out of you.

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just cold – “

“It’s so hot, we could almost fry an egg on that cute belly of yours.” Miguel said. He wasn’t afraid to talk about your body, especially not after you’d gotten pregnant. You’d felt insecure once or twice, but he had always reassured you of how beautiful you were, and how radiant you looked, even with that big pregnant belly of yours. And for the past few months, you’d been doing amazing, feeling confident about your body, and loving your new figure and everything it meant for your future alongside Miguel. But perhaps the beach had taken some of that confidence away.

You sighed and looked away. Unfortunately for you, Miguel reached out with his hand and turned your face towards his. Nowhere to hide.

“Vale. Suelta la sopa,” he spoke.

There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to look to aside from those gorgeous chocolate-crimson eyes of his. You trusted Miguel, you really did. So why were you having such a hard time saying this? Perhaps you didn’t want him to feel like he didn’t love you enough. You knew he loved you. You knew he found you attractive. What if you thought you were being dramatic? What if he thought you were too high maintenance, still feeling insecure even though all he did was reassure you of his love? It’s not like you can help your feelings.

“I don’t want to bother you Miggy,” you replied, voice soft. “It’s fine.”

“You’ll never bother me. You know that, right? Now, come on. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You bit your bottom lip, and then nodded.

“It’s just… I just feel so…” You scrambled for words.

“Take your time,” Miguel said to reassure you.

“I feel so unworthy.”

“Unworthy? How so, mi alma?”

“I’m not – my body is not – I’ve changed, Miguel. My body has changed so much. I don’t look like them – “ you nudged your head towards the water, where the gorgeous woman had been moments ago. “And I never will. And look at you – you’re so handsome. You’ve always been. And next to you, I feel… I feel inadequate. I don’t feel beautiful enough for you… And I know what you’re gonna say. That I am, and that you love me, and that you love this child. And so do I. More than anything. But sometimes, I just feel… I feel like you’d look better with someone like that on your arm.”

Miguel listened attentively to each word you said. Just as he figured out, you were feeling down because of your appearance.

“Honey,” he started, letting go of your chin. “You are right. I will say that you look beautiful, and that you’ll always look beautiful to me.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he was quicker.

“Uh-uh – let me finish. As I was saying, you are beautiful. And I love you. Sure, your body has changed, but it has changed because you’re carrying our baby. You’re carrying a child. Mi vida, do you know how miraculous that is?” His voice was laced with nothing but adoration, and so were his eyes. “You’re carrying a life inside of you. You’re going to bring a life into this world. That is such a beautiful thing. Your body has simply stretched to accommodate our little one. And that is such a lovely thing. It’s a miracle, mi vida. You’re a miracle.”

Your eyes quickly filled with tears, and Miguel cupped your face with both of his hands.

“I couldn’t care less about other women. Whatever they have, whatever they might offer, it will never compare to what you offer me every day. To the love you so selflessly give me every single day, to the greatest gift you’re about to give me. A child. You’re going to bring my child into the world. You say you feel inadequate next to me – Mierda, I feel inadequate next to you. You have chosen me to be the father of your child, and you’re doing all of this to carry it and bring it to the world safely. And all I can do is watch. I can’t take away your pain, I can’t take away your discomfort. I’m the lucky one. I mean – hell, you could’ve had any guy in the world, but you chose me. You chose this awkward, nerdy, standoffish man who couldn’t even tell you he loved you the first time he kissed you because he was so bad dealing with his own feelings.”

You giggled as you recalled the memory, and your heart warmed. Miguel laughed along with you. He’d come very far with you. He was a man of logic, of reason, never letting emotions cloud his judgement. Which made everything infinitely harder when he met you – you, who broke down his walls and made it impossible to think and be reasonable. He’d come so far, and it was all thanks to you.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Miguel continued. “This child is the greatest thing that could ever happen to us. I know that I can’t take away your insecurities just like this. And it kills me that you can’t see yourself the way I do. But please, please believe me when I tell you that you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life. The kindest, smartest. The most miraculous of them all, carrying a child all by yourself.”

Tears ran down your cheeks, and you sobbed softly. Miguel scooted closer to you, and with his help, you got up from your chair and sat down on his lap. His arms were instantly all over you, one of them bringing you close, the other trailing patterns on top of your stomach.

“I just… I feel so ugly sometimes… And then we came to the beach, and it was supposed to be a lovely day just between the two of us, but then I saw that woman, and she looked gorgeous, and I’ll never be her…” You said in between sobs.

Miguel caressed your head and dropped a kiss on your forehead.

“You forgot the most important part.”

You looked up, confusion in your features.

“She will never be you.”

Your eyes widened softly, and you parted your lips.

“She will never be the woman I love. She will never be the woman who puts up with me every day, even when I’m cranky and grouchy. She will never be the woman who wakes me up with kisses in the morning because she wants me to start my day in the best way possible. She’ll never be the woman who packs my lunch and writes sweet notes. She will never be the woman who loves me unconditionally despite my many, many flaws. She will never be you. Never.”

You smiled through your tears and the invisible rope that tugged at Miguel’s heart loosened its hold. You were smiling. Thank God.

“She’ll never be me?” You repeated.

“No one will ever be you.” He replied, closing the gap between your faces, and taking your lips in his. You kissed him softly, cupping his jaw with your hand and trailing your fingers through his head with the other. When you pulled away for air, there were tears in your eyes once again.

“I’m sorry for being like this… Sometimes, the hormones, they just…”

Miguel quickly cut you off.

“You don’t need to apologize. I will never get tired of saying how much I love you, of telling you how much you mean to me. It’s okay to not be fine. Isn’t that what you tell me?”

You nodded with a small smile.

“Then I’m telling it to you too. It’s okay to feel like this. And I know I can’t understand the depth of your feelings. I can’t know for sure what you’re going through. But I’ll always be by your side. I’ll always be right here to help you. I love you, honey. I really do. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

If someone were to tell you a few years ago that Miguel would be capable of saying these sorts of things, you’d have scoffed and told them to fuck off. When you met him, Miguel didn’t do feelings. He never opened up, never spoke about himself or his emotions. But then you came along and taught him how to feel, how to love. You taught him it was okay to be vulnerable, to be taken care of, to be loved. You loved him all the more for it, your scary, mean, giant of a man who turned into putty whenever his eyes landed on you.

“I love you. Thank you so much for this. I mean it.” You said, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like the beach, like the soft breeze and the warm sun. You placed a kiss there and smiled as soon as the salt of the water hit your tongue.

“I’ve told you, mi vida. I’ve got you.” He said, still tracing patterns on your skin. “I’ll always be here for you. I love you.”

You two remained like this, in each other’s arms for a while.

You didn’t feel the need to get up or go for a swim. Not yet.

For now, all you wanted was to stay in your husband’s arms, feel his heartbeat against yours, sink further into his touch. You looked up and took in the scenery around you. The shining sun, the clear blue sky, the sparkly water. You watched as young couples smiled at each other, groups of friends played around, and families ran after their children. Someday, it’d be you and Miguel, along with your little one.

You realised you didn’t feel insecure anymore. Miguel was right. It was a miraculous thing, to be carrying such a precious thing inside of you. Your child. Miguel’s child. The product of the love and devotion you held for each other. You couldn’t be ashamed of that, could you?

You knew this would be an uphill battle. Your insecurities couldn’t be erased simply overnight. But with Miguel’s arms wrapped tightly around you, you realised that as long as you had him to remind you of all the beautiful things you and this body meant, and how much you two loved each other, it would be okay.

You would be okay.

A/N: And that's it! I hope you guys have enjoyed this little drabble.

Have a wonderful day ahead, everyone!!! <3

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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ooohh 500 already?? it feels like the 300 special was just a few weeks ago ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧ can i get prompt 6 with ace and deuce together?? hehe congrats again, more milestones to come!! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

6. Crowley has decided to put together a murder mystery for the whole ball and you've been the first one "killed." Whoever is playing detective seems really upset about that.

So I was uncertain if by together you meant Aduece + Yuu or Ace + Yuu and Deuce + Yuu. As it stands, I had an idea for Aduece + Yuu and requests for Ace and Deuce separately, so this post will contain Aduece + Yuu. I'm confused just writing that, but I hope it makes sense. If this is not what you wanted, you are more than welcome to make a second request. There is no time limit on that.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, what's worse than one angry guard dog? Two angry guard dogs! Or is it two and a half if you count Grim I guess. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Aduece

"And our first victim for tonight will be the prefect! I would have expected them to be the last victim how very odd." Crowley almost sounds sympathetic and you almost sound interested, you even let out a little "oh no" almost relived whoever was playing the murderer had decided to give you such a nice excuse to sit the next rounds of what you are certain is going to turn into a massive dick measuring contest. Grim does not share your gracious nature.

"This is bullshit!" He thrashes around in your embrace making grabby paws at the gathered crowd as if he is really going to make Mr. X regret killing you. "Just my hench human's name got pulled, why's that mean I gotta go?!"

"Aww, Grimmy, it's ok, we all know you'd be next." Ace laughs but there's a strange strain to it. He's run his fingers nervously through his hair several times now, and now that you've noticed he tries a more familiar smile, dropping his hand to tap his thigh instead. "Don't wait up for us, ok? Juice and I aren't going home anytime soon." You roll your eyes at the joke before giving both your friends a quick hug.

"For luck." You say with a quick wink before shuffling yourself and Grim up to the balcony soothing him with promises of food that you're sure will still be up there.

As soon as you are gone all pretense between the two drops as they both look at the identical cards they had been bickering over just a few moments earlier.

"I still think we should tell the headmage." Is what Deuce says, but he's missing his usual determination Ace finds so cute and yet so annoying every time he suggests the three of you cut class. "When he was explaining the rules he clearly said that there was only supposed to be one ca-"

"Then he can just deal with looking stupid." Snaps Ace. "It's not like he ever does anything else. Look can't you hear what they're saying about Yuu?" It's a low blow, they both can hear the snickering of the usual suspects, but Deuce grinds his teeth particularly sharply to find so many new people joining in. "They think it's funny." Ace says, voice dropping low and deathly serious with what he tells himself is just the intention to rile Deuce up. They both look up at the gallery, Yuu looks.... happy. Content with their lot as if they never expected any other outcome. It's beautiful, that carefree smile that turns into a pure beam once they notice the two of them looking up at them, and there is something breathtaking about knowing only the two of them can bring it out.

That seals it. Lovely as it is, the sight is wrong. You should be down here between the two of them laughing at the loosers who thought they were good at hiding themselves among the masses. Surprisingly, it's Deuce who takes the lead, turning away from Yuu and placing a firm hand on Ace's shoulder to convince him to do the same.

"It's probably one of the guys from one of the other classes." Class 1A wasn't completely loyal to each other, this was NRC after all, but all of them like the three of you. And they all knew better than to do anything to you when Ace and Deuce had you sat snugly between them like you had been all night. "If I had to make a guess, it's probably one of the guys from Leona's class."

"What makes you think it's an upper classmen?" Whispers Ace, shaking himself together and yanking Deuce back to the center of the ballroom to get a better look at the crowd.

"They wouldn't be afraid of us. And any Savanaclaw students in Leona's class would have a bone to pick with Yuu after that whole incident with Azul." It's surprisingly solid reasoning from Deuce, real proof he could probably hack it as a Magic Marshal, and Ace makes sure to take note so he can tease him about it later. But he's not entirely sold on it being pure skill that's gotten Deuce this far.

Seriously Ace thought beastmen were supposed to be good at hunting.

"Hey there, buddy." Ace throws an elbow into the Savanaclaw extra's side (partially to throw him off by annoying him but mostly to keep Deuce from jumping him immediately). "Having fun tonight? I'd have thought a big guy like you would find this whole thing boring."

"What's a fresh punk like you know about that?" His snort would be low and intimidating if Deuce wasn't so angry. "It's always the weakest links that get picked off first, I don't have to worry about shit till later."

"Oh you mean like Epel?" The upperclassman stiffens at Deuce's question, line of sight snapping away from their oblivious friend and back to the now maniacly grinning freshman who has decided to forcefully elbow his other side. Ace gives a laugh that would make Floyd proud as Deuce continues. "Cause I know you wouldn't be planning on him being your next victim, unless you really are as dumb as you look."

"What the hell are you!"

"Oi headmage!" Yells Ace, making sure to flourish the detective card in a way he very smugly thinks only he could. "We got your guy, bag him and tag a better one in next time, yeah?"

A general groan comes up from the crowd with how quickly the game is over, with Crowley quickly agreeing to another round as you once again find yourself sandwiched between your bickering friends.

"Oh come on there's no way the headmage intended for you to be the detective." Ace huffs, head firmly rested on your lap so he can glare up at Deuce resting on your shoulder. "I'm the one always taking care of you two, clearly it was intended for me."

"I'm the one who caught the killer though." A kinder version of that manic grin is firmly fixed to Deuce's face as you sigh and check the time on your phone wondering if they'll get in trouble with Riddle if they stay up here with you longer.

"Boys Boys, you're both pretty." That shuts them up, but maybe not for the reason you think. "But won't you lose your heads if you stay here much longer?"

"Eh I'm sure Riddle will understand." Ace smiles and though Deuce sputters in hesitation he makes now move to leave. "Besides, if he does not, we'll just bunk with you tonight."

"You're worth the trouble." Says Deuce, with a bit more force than usual and you sigh.

"Honestly, I should be saying that to the two of you." And though it should be said with a bit more meaning, instead you say it with a laugh.

A laugh that's quickly returned.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #500 followers celebration #adeuceyuu

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. drinking alcohol and getting drunk/tipsy is mentioned. things are starting to get suggestive in this one. also, smut is coming very soon. :))

word count: 3.0k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: these past few days have been real tough ones for me, but I thought I'd give you guys an update with this fic since I'm really excited to reveal the other parts to it. after I finish posting this series, I'm going to spend a few weeks working on finishing up my wip list. 🤓 and THEN- since my poll just finished, I've officially decided to start working on the felix longfic summer!au series after I complete everything else. also, I hope to open up my requests again within the next month or two, so please look forward to everything I've got planned! 🤭 also- please continue to support and love skz throughout this season of their new comeback... try to buy their albums/stream the new music if you can so that they have a chance to win at the year-end awards... let's strive for a mama win this year, you guys!!💞

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

The first thing you noticed when you awoke was the quietness. Your ears weren’t used to the silence, as your mind had been crammed with so many voices and shouts and laughter and blasting music for hours on end.

But all at once, the stark change was downright unnerving.

That, and the fact that you couldn’t feel the warm presence from before at your side anymore.

Cracking your eyes open slowly, you came to the stark realization that the living room was… empty. There wasn’t a single sign of life anywhere. The floor was picked up of any sort of mess - the game controllers put away, the bags of chips and candy and cans of beer all having disappeared. The tv was still on, showcasing a dark ambiance screen saver of a fireplace. The living room curtains were closed shut tightly, blocking you from catching a glimpse of the moon just outside. Other than that, the only light filtering into the room came off to the side, where the hallway lead into the adjoining kitchen.

You threw the warm blanket off of your legs, adjusting your dress and running a hand through your hair as you made your way to the only remaining light source. Like a moth to a flame. You didn’t know how long you had slept, but seeing as it was still dark out - you noticed the dim sky through a window as you passed through the hallway - you assumed only an hour or two. Surprisingly, your rest had helped to stave off your hangover, and you weren’t feeling nearly as tipsy as you were right before you dozed off.

As you neared a small table that was placed in the hallway, you read that it was approaching three in the morning. Damn, you had surely overstayed your welcome.

Upon stepping into the kitchen’s threshold, you came face-to-face with a busy figure at the counters. With a proud back and messy, black locks. He was humming a low tune to himself, as he wiped down the pristine marble with a damp cloth.

“Hi,” is all you could manage, voice coming out a little scratchy from disuse and the dryness from all the alcohol.

He turned around on you, face lighting up with surprise. He didn’t expect you to be awake, it would seem. “Hi yourself,” he said, as he finished polishing up the counters and made to throw the towel in a nearby basket that you assumed held dirty laundry. “I was just going to go out there and check up on you.”

You toed at the ground, having taken off your heels early on in the night. Clearing your throat in the sudden awkwardness that had sprung up between the two of you in the past few hours, you said, “When did the guys leave?”

“Just a little while ago, I’ve been cleaning up since then- they always leave a bomb for me to repair after a party like this.” Minho was leaning against the farthest counter, his eyes trained on the nearby marble that he had just cleaned. Like he couldn’t stand the sight of you. Like you were annoying him by just your presence alone.

You swallowed around the dryness in your throat, already feeling the tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the complete one-eighty that he had taken in regards to you.

It hurt.

It hurt really fucking bad.

But then, you found yourself talking, and before you even realized it, the words were flowing out of your mouth, unbidden and unstoppable. “I-I’m sorry I dozed off- I totally overstayed my welcome…”

Minho pulled his eyes away from the kitchen counter then, leveling you with those warm irises of his that seemed to soften just a tiny bit. His brows furrowed at your distressed state, lips falling open slightly in confusion. “Don’t worry about it, you’re always welcome here.”

“No, I think coming here was a bad idea,” you started, the tears finally breaking free and racing down either of your cheeks. Your face felt like it had been lit on fire, as you flushed violently from the embarrassment and humiliation of it all. “I-I sorry, I just… I should go-”

And you were turning out of the kitchen then, down the hallway, towards the front door. Your little sniffles rang out against the walls that slowly felt like they were closing in on you, your heart echoing in your ears as the blood rushed through your system.

You didn’t hear your name being called out until you were stopped dead in your tracks by fingers clutching onto one of your wrists. They pulled and pulled, desperately and quietly.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice strained and low in his throat. The tears made your vision blurry, as you stared in front of you, taking in the small painting of a cat that was placed near his front door. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m-”

You let out a tiny scoff, shaking your head, trying to clear your mind from all of the murky thoughts that ran through it. “You can’t even look at me. You haven’t been able to all night, so just… just forget it. I knew it was a horrible idea coming tonight anyway, I should’ve listened to myself.” When you tried to yank your wrist out of his grasp, he only clutched on tighter, fingers digging into your palm.

“Please, don’t say that, I loved having you here tonight- everyone did.”

“Yeah, but you sure didn’t act like it.”

“And I’m sorry for being such an asshole. I- it’s just been really hard for me, that’s all.”

You turned around, finally catching sight of his face. Cheekbones dusty with shadows, lips pressed into a wavering line, chest falling in short, anxious breaths. And then you noticed his outfit, for the millionth time that night. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it back in the kitchen, but the zipper on his tight black shirt had fallen even further down his chest than ever before, teasing and teasing at what lay underneath.

Swallowing at that, you met his gaze. He was a little bit taller than you, and you realized how closed-in the space around you felt… practically cornered in the hallway, near his door but not too near. “What’s been hard? What are you even talking about, Dr. Lee?”

He ran a frustrated hand through his midnight tresses, heaving a large sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, almost like it pained him to say his next words. “First, you suddenly disappear from everything- no more phone calls, no more visits, no more glimpses of you passing by during the work week. Then, you unexpectedly show up again at that cafe and try your hardest to avoid me altogether. And then, you appear right in front of my eyes, looking like-”

Stopping himself, he bit down on his plush bottom lip, his eyes running down the length of you. Practically undressing you with his stare alone. And just that sight alone caused you to squirm in your spot. Lit a match deep inside of you.

When his eyes locked with yours again, you found enough courage to speak again and you somehow recovered from his blatant perusal of your body. “What? How did my showing up tonight change things?” Without thinking, your hands were traveling up the front of him, landing on either of his broad shoulders and pulling him a little closer to you.

He swallowed, his stare practically devouring you whole as he allowed you to draw him near. So that you could catch his scent - of warm chamomile and sweet cookies. “I thought I was doing better- thought I was strong enough. But then you showed up tonight looking so fucking ethereal - like an angel rising from a glorious throne - and I just… I couldn’t take it any longer,” you felt your lungs constrict at his confession, heart thumping wildly against your ribcage. “But I know what you think, that… that I’m just your local vet and nothing more and-”

“Y-You think I look like an angel?” You asked, voice turning breathless. From the nearness of him, from his words. But especially, the things he was telling you. They sounded so sweet on his tongue, so whole and flawless.

Minho nodded, slowly, staring down at you with those coffee-coloured eyes of his. “But you’re more than just that. You’re… this unobtainable goddess that I just- can’t get enough of.”

“I wore it for you.”

A beat of silence, a slight intake of breath, and then,

“What?”

“I said… this outfit, I wore it tonight only for you and you alone.”

You heard movement. Limbs shifted and the air surrounding you crackled with tension. Then, fingers were dancing underneath your chin, and a warm palm was pressing into one of your cheeks. You leaned into the touch, peering up at him.

Marveling at the way that his mouth hung open slightly in apparent shock, as his mind slowly began to process your words. His eyes raced over your face, again and again. Like if he peered at you long enough, he’d be able to tell whether you were lying or not.

But then a sardonic kind of smirk spread across his lips, as he canted his head to one side and raised a dark, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way. “Well, that’s just comical because I wore this for you tonight... but, did you know that mint is my favorite color?”

Your eyes widened at that and your heart skipped a beat at the realization that you had worn his favorite color.

To a party that he had hosted.

At his place.

The implications that you hadn't even known you were making by your outfit alone were beyond you.

Your focus landed on his attire again - for what felt like the millionth time already. At the loose, dark cargo pants and the matching shirt that was just begging to be taken off.

Feeling yourself mimicking his expression, you reached out and played with the silvery zipper that was positioned halfway down his chest. “I like it- a lot. Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you all night.”

A dry laugh escaped him, and you watched, as his pupils brightened with a certain kind of heat. “That much I could tell…”

And before you could even grasp what was happening, his touch against your cheek was moving, fingers traveling over to your mouth. Tracing the outline of it, before his thumb played with your bottom lip, pulling it out slightly from the way that it had been held between your teeth.

The panic began to rise inside of you then, as you began to understand what was happening. What he was about to do. Why he was leaning into you ever so slowly.

Your hands were on his chest in an instant, stopping him from going any further. His fingertips burned on your flesh - scorching your chin and lips in tandem. “W-We shouldn’t…” You gasped out, voice turning strangled from how badly you wanted everything. Him, and his love, and his attention. It hurt you to your core, to push back from the very thing that you had been pining over for so very long.

“Why?”

“B-Because… I was your client and things were always supposed to remain professional and you-”

His thumb swiped at your bottom lip again, tantalizing and tempting you all at the same time. And for a moment, you almost gave into your inhibitions and allowed him to draw nearer to you. But then you remembered who he was- and who you were. And how such opposites could never mesh well together. Perhaps things would be okay for a little while, but gradually, over time, mistakes would happen, promises would be broken, and you’d be back at square one all over again… soul torn into two pieces from the harsh breakup of a relationship that you had thought would last forever.

“What, Y/N? I’m what?” He asked, a slight harshness dripping into the words. Almost like he had heard such sentiments before. Almost like, all of the women he had been with in the past had been in your same position, at one point or another.

“You’re so much better than me - you’re this incredible, famous, successful businessman and doctor and I’m just… I’m just a woman who lives in a shitty apartment in a sketchy part of town because I barely make breadcrumbs and survive from paycheck to paycheck.”

The finger tracing across your mouth stopped then, as he took in your words. And as much as you wanted to avoid his gaze at that moment, you found that you couldn’t. His stare was like twin magnets, and your soul was a piece of metal. Irrevocably drawn, no matter what you did. So you caught his intense regard, the way that his pupils darkened and practically bored into your soul wholly.

Like he was ripping the very fabric of your being apart, as he studied your form and who you were, and what you had just revealed to him.

So there it was.

You had spoken your biggest fear out into the open, where he would consequently drop you like a hot, rotten potato because ‘he doesn’t date broke girls.’

“And you think that just because you make less money than me - just because you don’t live an ideal, rich life, that you don’t deserve me?” His palm was moving across your face as he spoke the words in a hushed whisper. So that only you could hear him, in that intimate, swarthy corner of his apartment’s hallway. His fingers threaded through your hair, tucking a few of the loose strands behind one of your ears. “That you don’t deserve my love?”

You swallowed thickly, shoving all of the heartache and arousal to the deepest parts of your mind.

Because truly, what was even going on?

Were you living in a dream right now?

Did Dr. Lee Minho just confess that he’s in love with you?

It was all too much for your slightly-tipsy mind to process, and suddenly, your legs were turning shaky, melting into a pile of jelly on the ground. You were swaying forward, and if it hadn’t been for Minho catching you at that moment, you would have toppled onto the cold tiled ground like a complete fool.

You peered up at him with wide eyes, mouth falling open slightly in the shock of it all. In the way that he held onto you so completely - so firm yet delicate all at once. His face was contorted into a mix of sadness and… anger.

“You’re just this… amazing guy, who seems untouchable and all-knowing. And- and practically every woman in the city wants you at this point. I see them, I hear them… when they come into the clinic, they ogle you and talk about their newest outfits to try and make you fall for them. And I just- I can’t compete with all of that. I only have a few outfits that I wear daily that look decent enough, and this dress is something I’ve had since my Freshman year of university and I-”

“None of that matters to me, Y/N,” Minho said, breaking through your incoherent ramblings and dumping an ice-cold bucket of water on your entire being. He never broke your gaze, as his arms that were still holding you moved in fluidly. And then, you were being pressed up against the nearby wall, with one of his palms clutching at your waist and the other threading through your locks. His fingers gripped gently, pulling at the roots. He moved closer still, wedging a knee between either of your legs so that he was but a mere hairsbreadth away from your face. “I only want you. I don’t care about the paychecks and the pomp and the jewels that all of those other women can offer. I just want you… I want all of you, even the ugly and sad and broken bits.”

You felt the tears stinging at the corners of your eyes before you even spoke again. “Do you really mean that? Are you truly sure that you don’t want a woman who lives the same lavish lifestyle as you?” You asked, shoulders shaking from the sharp inhale that you took upon his proximity and everything that he was telling you.

He flashed you a tiny grin, fingers resting at the nape of your neck and messaging gentle circles into the skin there. “I’m more sure about this than I’ve been about anything in my entire life.” He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours in an intimate kind of way. “But one word from you - one sign that you don’t feel the same way - and I’ll be gone from your life forever.”

“No,” you blurted out in a strangled voice, even surprising yourself with how fast the word slipped from your lips. “No- I want this. I’ve wanted this so badly for so long and… and I just, I can’t wrap my head around the fact that you feel the same. That you care about me to the extent that I do for you.”

Minho’s warm breath fanned against your nose, as he grunted out a quiet laugh. You turned your gaze up then, finding the way that his eyes were alight with a myriad of feelings… but the one that was the most potent was love.

And as clear as day, you realized that all of the times in the past that he had looked on at you with such soft eyes, he was silently conveying his love for you.

“Can I kiss you now?” It felt like the world was dropping out from right under your feet, as you took in all of him. The way that his black hair was disheveled from the long night and the way that a certain kind of sparkle now shined on every feature of his face.

You canted your head to one side, giving him your best easy smile. “Please- I thought you’d never ask.”

And then he was leaning into you - finally - and all of the other worries and hurts and feelings leftover inside of you all but dissipated, as the two of you fit together like two immaculate puzzle pieces made to be conjoined.

Mouth against mouth, tongue swiping against tongue. And everything was blissful and effervescent and otherworldly.

To be continued...

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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ATTENTION CREEPYPASTA FANS/REGARDING THE 1K CELEBRATION ONE SHOT!

The votes are in, and creepypasta has won the vote for what I will write to celebrate hitting 1k followers on this blog! As well as this, Eyeless Jack won the majority vote! Originally, when I made the first poll to determine the fandom, I was going to come up with my own plot... However I fell in love with the idea of you guys helping me build a fic together.. And to keep up with that theme, I'm going to allow you guys to send in prompts; I will likely either host a raffle or a final vote, then finally! I will start writing! Below will be the rules and requirements in order to submit anything, and I urge you all to read this carefully so your idea can be added into the mix! More info will be under the cut!

As said, Eyeless Jack has been selected for the one shot, a win for Eyeless Jack fans! While prompts don't need to be centered around things that are unique to Jack, you're more than welcome to follow along his traits!

So How Do We Submit A Prompt?

I feel that it will be easier for me to keep track of prompts through the inbox, just as my other requests. However this has the opportunity to get messy and confusing fast. So if you're sending in a suggestion for the one shot, I ask that you very clearly specify so! Otherwise I won't be able to know and I will treat it as I would any normal request. So I ask that you please put somewhere in your suggestion that this it is for the fic!

What Is Allowed To Be Sent In?

The same general rules of this blog still apply! I will accept anything that isn't NSFW, Abvse, or kink adjacent! You CAN send in something romantic, platonic, fluff, angst, ect! Really if you want a deeper look into what is and isn't allowed I recommend looking into my pinned post!

What Can We Expect From The Fic?

The plot obviously, is still undecided. However, the fic is most likely going to be an Eyeless Jack x Reader one shot! As per usual for this blog, the reader will be GN, so you can easily put yourself or your oc in your shoe! I don't have a set length in mind for the fic, as my writing tends to vary, but I do intend on it being decent length! I don't want to put a goal word count in fear of intimidating myself, but I do intend to aim for over 1.5k! The fic will be posted here, and will get it's own unique tag so it can more easily found!

Why The Long Wait?

I am hosting each segment of this process for a week before moving onto the next step. This is because Tumblr only has two options for poll lengths and the one week time frame just stuck. One week to determine fandom, one week to pick a character, and this time is going to be no different! As well as the final piece of this; taking into account it's going to take me a few days to write the fic and (hopefully) revise it... writing is hard, but I also want everyone to have more than enough time to put their votes/ideas into this, as it's a celebration of this blog and your guys' support!

Will there be future fics?

I'm unsure, I would hope so! This fic is of course for a milestone but I do hope to one day write at least one fic per creepypasta character that I do write for

The poll below is irrelevant to the post, and serves more so as a in post timer to remind me to take the next step of this little event, time blindness is very real and very..... blugh

tagging this with my usual characters/as if it were a group post to help get this out there so those who want to participate can

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 17 days

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Rules of the Harem (Rule 1)

For a while, living under the same roof went without any snags. That is, until Bam does something that changes that.

Ryan Dunn x Fem!Reader, Bam Margera x Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

959 Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, nudity, alcohol, crude language, threesomes

An: thank you so much for sending in all these requests! I was thinking of making each part centered on one or two guys and, as the last one was focused on Johnny, and this part had Bam and Ryan, I have a treat for all you Steve-O and Chris girlies next week! XD Anyways, thank you for reading and keep sending in those requests!

There was a man you didn’t know sitting in your living room. Five minutes ago you were snuggled up in bed with Bam, sleeping soundly with his face snug in your boobs because that’s his favorite way to sleep, and now there was a stranger in your home. Granted he wasn't stealing anything- hell, he didn’t even move from his spot on the couch as he made eye contact with you- but you still had a few questions to ask. Bam was stepping into his boxers as he walked up right next to you, leaning over the railing like there was nothing out of the ordinary here, “Hey, Ry!” He knew this guy? Lowering your voice to a whisper, you turned to Bam as couch guy nodded to him. “Who the hell is- when did I say you could have people over?” Folding his arms, he got a little petulant, ignoring the fact this was all very public, “Hey, I thought you were all about this ‘free love’ crap!” Even though he couldn’t be further from the point, you let him dig his hole deeper, “I got nobody around here to hang with. Chris has Steve, you’ve got Knoxville- it ain’t fair!” While he may have a point, the only people who complain about when things aren't ‘fair’ are Bam and young children.

Still, you should've seen it coming. For the past few weeks, it was clear that Bam was getting a little stir crazy. It started with him acting a little more needy than usual in bed, but you found his whole whiney thing kinda endearing and this is Bam and it's not entirely out of the ordinary for him, so you were fine with indulging him. But when that didn’t work, and you noticed his usual attention seeking behaviors worsening, you decided to take another approach. Dogs act out when they’re understimulated, right? And to fix that, you need to give them something stimulating, like a new toy. So, under that logic, you bought Bam a new toy- a skate ramp, because as stated previously, you knew how to keep your men happy. While he spent hours on that thing daily, and you couldn’t deny you liked watching him skating out there without a shirt on, now it seemed it wasn't working well enough.

“Okay, Bam- listen.” Pulling him to one side, you put one hand on his shoulder, “This is my house- I live here! You can’t do this shit.“ Ryan, who was still sitting downstairs, was well within earshot of your conversation. “But, I’ve known him since I was, like- in high school! He’s totally cool- I promise. Please, ma’am?” You could tell he was really groveling- Bam never called you that (even though everyone else was more than happy to use the honorific). Sighing, you mentally weighed out the options for a moment before relenting, “Alright, let’s just- let’s see how it goes.”

As you would come to find out, Ryan was really nice to have around the house. Sure, he spent most of his days drinking by the pool under an umbrella, and when you asked him to pick up his cans he just told you he would get to it, but they always eventually got cleaned up. Hell, he even cleaned up some of the messes Bam left, and speaking of him, Bam was just over the moon to have someone to mess around with. From that day on, nearly all time you spent with Bam was also spent with Ryan, of course, with the exception of when Ryan just couldn’t be bothered with him or while he was sleeping (which he did quite frequently). From Bam’s perspective, this was just a really long sleepover, and this closeness extended to just about everything. You didn’t mind- there was just something about his laidback, relaxed demeanor that you found charming. Ryan was a breath of fresh air amidst the chaos that all the other guys provided, and as reluctant as you were initially, you found yourself gravitating towards him more than you expected. It helped that he was always eager to try and lend a hand around the house- he and Chris were usually the ones to fix things once they broke, and he always offered to help out with the dishes after dinner, even though you assured him that you pay people to do that.

Ryan and Bam were always a package deal, so you decided to extend an offer to him- I mean, with how quickly he integrated into the everyday goings on around the mansion, there was no reason not to bring it up. It was one afternoon you and Bam were lounging around the living room in one of his more tranquil moments that you suggested it, “Hey, that friend of yours: What was his name- Brian?” After he got himself all tuckered out for the day, Bam could only mumble out a response, “Mmnm…Ryan.” Nodding, you continued, “Yeah, yeah- Ryan. Do you think that he could-“

“Ryan, Ryan!” You would've thought there was a fire with the way Bam flew into the rec room, “She wants’t fuck you!!” He knew that sex was gonna be a part of this, but Ryan never really got the memo on how this was supposed to go. Was he going to be summoned like this every time she wanted to get laid? “So, do I gotta meet her in the bedroom now or somethin’?” This launched Bam into an overly excited, tactless rant about how yeah, sometimes that is how it works, but it could be more casual if the situation called for it, and it doesn’t even have to be in the bedroom- sometimes it was the couch, or the shower, or- “Oh, so that’s what that stain on the pool table is…” Bam gave him an expectant look as he waited for a response to the proposition. After a moment, he shrugged, cracking a slight smile, “Eh, why the hell not?”

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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It's about time I show you (Pierre Gasly)

Four times Pierre and Y/N acted on their feelings and one time they finally decided they were done hiding

Note: english is not my first language

Thank you to the people who gave their feedback to my post, ultimately it was between Pierre, George and Mick and since there was no way to break the tie, I decided to go with Pierre, but I have kept the other two in mind for the next pieces I write! Last week I did post a bit for Mick (after this app did not let me post it in one single post) and I had something else in mind for him too! 🤍 Anyhow, I have some planned ideas for future content as I'm on a bit of a countdown before uni is back

(I got inspiration from a these 'nonsexual acts of intimacy' lists on pinterest x x)

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: mentions of (athlete's) diet plans

When Pierre said he wanted to go to a small concert in one of Milan's parks, you never thought it would be this busy. The entrance looked to have a lot more people than the usual Tuesday late afternoon but, standing in the middle of the grass where you usually lay a blanket and lay down anyway you want while reading a book, the same blanket was now folded in half and was accommodating you and your bestfriend Pierre. Sure, you could have layed the blanket down in the usual way but you didn't want to be a nuisance to the other people who, like you, wanted to have some off time of their busy lives, so you and Pierre sat comfortably in the blanket as you waited for another singer to begin their show, "You know, if you weren't a giant, your legs would fit in this blanket just fine, see?", you nodded to your legs once you noticed how the French man kept switching his legs' position from bending and crossing them, careful to not bother the family that sat in front of you. He only laughed at your teasing, "Do you want anything to eat or drink? I could go to the food stalls and grab something while we wait for the next on", Pierre asked, his hands propped on his sides and ready to lift his body up if you gave a positive answer, "I don't want anything, for now at least, but you can go get anything if you want. Do you want me to go with you? I can ask the lady to watch the blanket", you suggested, "No, I'm good too", he said smiling. A few minutes passed as you engaged in casual conversation about your jobs, his driver obligations way more interesting to talk about than your own routine day, until a guy with a guitar got up on the stage and started playing some acoustic music, everyone lightly swaying their body, sitting down still, to the rhythm of the music. Pierre couldn't help but smile as he looked at you. Long gone were the days where you would spend hours together daily, now sticking to texting nearly everyday, as you were now adults with very different job schedules and calendars, and getting together everytime you could find some time, so naturally he was smiley. Seeing you so relaxed and so beautiful, your eyes closed, leaving your lashes to settle on your freckly cheeks as you enjoyed the whole situation made his heart skip a beat. Getting up once the show finished, "I'm actually a bit hungry now, what do you say we go and grab some food?", you tempted, earning a nod from Pierre as you finished shaking the blanket to get out any grass and dirt, stuffing it into your bag as you made your way to the previous food stalls you had talked about.

Like you had that idea, everyone else in the park though the same, the cues to the stalls were getting bigger and bigger, you and Pierre deciding quickly what you wanted to have before the cues got even longer, "If I had known the cues would be like this I would have gotten here sooner", Pierre said, "It's fine, we can wait", you yelped slightly as someone tried to squeeze past you with their food, apologising to you as they excused themsleves. Seeing how people were getting closer together, Pierre felt a sudden need to protect you and have you within his grasp, "Hold my hand please, I don't want to lose you", he said, stretching his arm the best be could to find your hand and clasp it in his. When you finally got your food, Pierre stretched his neck to look for the nearest way to get out of that commotion, rhe bag on one of his hands as the other one stayed clasped in yours, guiding you away as he kept politely asking people to move so you could go through and sit somewhere quieter, "See? My long legs are useful after all, how else do you think I could have gotten us away from that crowd?", Pierre winked at you as you both sat down in one of the picnic tables that were surprisingly free, people opting to go back to their where they watched the concert from.

The free practice sessions had been tough for Pierre, the car not reaching the pace the team wanted and leaving a nervous aura around the garage as they prepared for qualifying in the early afternoon.

Arriving in his driver room after an impromptu team meeting to go over the results, Pierre found you sitting in the sofa, "Hey you", you said lowly, not knowing how his mood was but wanting to show him some kind of support. He sat down next to you, fiddling with the rings on his fingers as he stayed silent, just taking in everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, how the car seemed weird in FP1 but maybe it was just a glitch, then FP2 coming around and the results just kept deteriorating, and after the late night meeting and the work from mechanics and engineers, FP3 couldn't have gone worse, even given everything that had happened. You stayed in silence for a good while until you heard him mumble, "I don't want to keep you in this awful mood, so feel free to go somewhere else", he said half harshly, immediately regretting how the words left his mouth in a tone that he never talked to you with. Getting up, Pierre thought to himself that it was his fault really, and was ready to hear the door open when you kneeled in the spot you were previously sitting in, your hands tentatively coming around his shoulders to test the waters as you rubbed your hands on them, feeling the tension on his muscles. Pierre let out a big sigh of relief, a mixture of being happy that you had stayed and the way your fingertips felt against his taunt muscles, "I'm sorry", he whispered as you shook your head, dismissing it just as quickly as you forgot about it, "just relax for a bit okay?", you asked as you got to work wirh your hands. Maybe if Pyry were seeing this he would find so many mistakes and things you shouldn't be doing but it just felt right at the time in helping Pierre release some of the stress that was bugging him since the day before. "I just feel like we had progressed well, things were finally heading to where we are supposed to be and then this...! And we can't seem to figure out what it is, if it is track specific and we have to wait, of if the car is going to be like this until the end of the season...! And then there's the media that are doing their job and I understand that but sometimes they just really really get in my nerves...", he exasperated, closing his eyes halfway the rant as he moved his torso a bit to meet your hands where he wanted the pressure. "There are very big brained people in that room", you referred to the team's engineers, mechanics and strategists, "that are going to find a way to make everything work, and hopefully it won't take them long", you said as you felt his body relax a little bit more, "Thank you for always being here, even in the bad stuff", he said remembering how you had always been there for him, wether it was the highlight of his career or the rock bottom moment, turning his neck slightly to press a kiss to your hands. You smiled back, feeling the skin where his lips were just seconds ago burn from the affection still.

"That is not how it was and you know it!", you yelled from the counter that separated your dining area from the kitchen area, putting the plates in the sink, "You were walking along the side of the boat, specifically after I told you to be careful because it was slippery from everyone getting out of the sea and boom! One feet after the other, you landed on your butt and nearly got yourself a nice cannonball jump", Pierre said, "you should have seen Charles, there are no words in the dictionary that could possibly describe the moment, it was beyond hilarious, it's a shame no one recorded that", he finished as both drivers "at least have some kindness and solidarity with me, I still can't sleep on my side from the bruise on my thigh", you pouted, "and you ego's bruise too", Charles whispered in a tone he thought was low enough, his giggles not helping the volume. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Charles Leclerc didn't get to have dessert", and he stopped, "but your recipe is the best, I even asked the dietician to have some of it, c'mon Y/N, I've laughed about worse things involving you and you know you've said some about me too, you're not so innocent either", he pointed the spoon at you. Charles spent his day in the factory in Maranello and decided to visit you and Pierre, making the two hours trip over and arriving just in time for the dinner you were cooking. You had met the monégasque when Pierre started mentioning this Charles friend he had met in the races when he attended one of his birthday parties and, despite initially feeling like your Pierre's best friend place was being taken away from you by him, you quickly learned that the place could hold the both of you and you had blossomed a beautiful friendship with him. And now Pierre was telling him about the three days of summer break you had been able to visit him and his family in the French Riviera region, your accident on the boat remaining a funny memory for everyone, "I'm not doing that because I'm not a bad person", you said as you got back to the table with the tray you were carrying the mousse in, giving everyone their serving. You noticed how Pierre had finished his and kept looking over at yours, and in the middle of the conversation you were having with Charles the upcoming races you were thinking of going, you slowly nudged your cup to Pierre's side, silently telling him you were willing to share and smiling faintly when he dug his spoon in. This, however, did not go unnoticed by Charles, "I nearly got no dessert and he, the guy who told the story, gets to repeat?", Charles teased, "Oh, I have more in the fridge if you want to", you said simply, getting up a d heading with the empty cups to the kitchen, "I don't want anymore, thank you though, but I guess there's just different treatment in this house", Charles said as he heard the coffee machine start, "a special treatment even", he finished, a knowing look on his face as he watched Pierre follow your every move with his eyes. Pierre had confided in one of his bestfriends about how he might really really like his other bestfriend and Charles had told him to be cautious: of course he wanted nothing more than for them to be happy, but he also advised Pierre to think a bit more about it, understand where he was and where you were in this whole situation because maybe once that line was crossed, things would never be the same.

You had woken up late on race day, your phone's alarm not doing enough noise to prompt you to wake up. You got up on a hurry, showering quickly as you grabbed the outfit you had planned for the day as you then grabbed the hairdryer in an attempt to tame your locks. As you made your way out of the hotel, you entered the Uber you had called and made your way to the track, taking in the calming views after a rushed morning. Apparently you had also been graced with rain on race day, and thanking the driver for the last time, you braved your way into the paddock, scanning your pass before hurrying through the rain until you reached the Alpha Tauri hospitality, looking down at how your parka had done little to protect you from the rain. "Y/N, dear, you're soaked!", you heard Fabiana's familiar voice, "Hi, good morning! Yeah, seems I am, I need to get these dry as soon as possible", you said as you took in your full state, "Well, luckily you are in the team that has their own clothing brand, follow me", she said as she took you to Pierre's driver room while she went to where they usually keep some clothing items in the hope that they would have your size available.

Your boilersuit was wet everywhere but your shoulders, "at least it seems the wind and the rain did not get here", you mumbled as you heard a knock on the door, "come in". Fabiana entered the room, "I found these Tapered Pants in your size, unfortunately we don't have anymore hoodies or t-shirts, they're sold out already", she said as she noticed that you were wearing a one piece clothing item, "Oh, don't worry Fabiana, this is amazing already! Thank you, I'll borrow something from Pierre, thank you so much again", you smiled, "No worries dear, glad I could help", she said, "And Y/N?", Fabiana finished, earning a hum from you as you were checking the pants, "It probably doesn't help much now, but it's not raining anymore", she said smiling before she left you to change. The black pants fit you surprisingly well for something found at the last minute, and with a quick flick through Pierre's clothes that were hung you were able to grab a simple white t-shirt you hoped he wouldn't mind. You were trying to tie your hair in a bun when you heard the door open, "Fabiana told me someone didn't do well in the rain today", he said, "Hi, you good?", he asked as he passed by you and helped you gather your hair at the nape of your neck, helping you with the flyaway hairs that insisted in staying up, "Morning! Yeah, but Fabiana as very kind and got me these pants from the team's collection, and they fit quite well too... and I got this t-shirt from your hanger, but I was thinking of going back to the hotel now that it's not raining anymore and chan-", you forwarded before Pierre interrupted, "Nonsense, no need for that. Besides, you look cute in the team's attire", he said before pressing his lips to the top of your head, grabbing his phone from his pocket and sitting on the sofa, bringing you with him as he showed you some videos. The action had left the butterflies go through your body, the cold chills from the wet clothing on your skin long gone as you appreciated the smile on Pierre's face as he showed you a challenge himself and Yuki had taken part in for the team's social media channels.

You were in Pierre's flat cooking dinner for the two of you on a Friday night since he didn't have a race that weekend, the water on the pot on the stove already boiling as you stirred the sauce on the other pan, "I'm already out of the shower", your bestfriend yelled before you heard what you assumed was his bedroom door, giving you the timing cue like you asked so you would know when to put the pasta in. You heard his steps down the stairs and crossing the corner to meet you in the kitchen, "Thank you again for sorting dinner, I was really needing it after that workout", he said as he grabbed your hand that held the wooden spoon as to help you stir the pasta. Things had been getting more touchy with Pierre, and you can't really say you didn't enjoy it. Sure, as bestfriends you had never had a problem with spending a lot of time with eachother, but recently you felt a weird shift in the air, both of you were bolder in your greetings, kisses on cheeks and forehead were a common reoccurrence and the hugs seemed to last a bit longer. And although the other wouldn't see it, friends and family also noticed that the looks and stares lasted longer too.

"See if this is good", you reluctantly took your hand away from his to go and grab a spoon from the drawer so he could taste the sauce, bringing the spoon to his mouth wirh your other hand in a shell shape to not let anything that might drip fall on your clothes, "a little bit more of basil maybe?", he said grabbing the glass container and adding more to the sauce before you got everything set on the table and enjoyed dinner.

You were now laying on the sofa, the news on the TV screen as you both got up to what was happening the world and soon, your eyes felt droopy and you fell asleep, cuddling further into the massive blanket you were sharing with Pierre. The french driver had been talking for a bit, giving his opinion on something one of the reporters had said and looked at you when you didn't reply, chuckling to himself as he admired your sleeping figure. Soon, midnight was approaching and he knew better than to just let his eyes rest a bit before he would get you in his arms and tucked in the spare bedroom's bed. Five minutes turned to ten, and ten turned into hours, rhe sofa large and comfortable enough for the two of you to spend the night there if you wished.

The sun started flickering through the curtains when you woke up, feeling some tingles on your leg as you tried to make sense of where you were. This is not your bedroom. This isn't even a bedroom, this is Pierre's living room and that's when you felt someone next to you. Pierre was sleeping still, although the sunlight that persisted and landed on his eyes prompted him to rustle in his sleep, "Oh, I fell asleep didn't I?", his groggy morning voice was heard as you giggled, "Apparently, and somehow we're all tangled", you referred to your tingly right leg shin that had been caught between Pierre's thighs. "Did you feel that shift too? Or was it just me?", Pierre said out loud, willing to take the risk, "How everything seemed deeper, more meaningful... when was it? I think I've felt it since I grabbed your hand in the park, I was so scared someone would grab you or that I'd lose you in there", he mused as his blue eyes focused on yours. Looking for his hand under the blanket, your hand clasped is his as you found it, "For me, it was when we were with your parents the other day, when they came to visit, when we went to the restaurant and you had your hands on my back to guide me to the table and everyone assumed I was your girlfriend and I wasn't... totally grossed out by the idea?", you giggled as you felt the blush of your cheeks, "it felt really nice, and I slept really good tonight". Getting impossibly closer to you, Pierre freed his hand from yours only to place them on each of your cheeks, "what if we try something between us? Just something between us for now, see how this goes...", he said, "it's about time I show you how much you meant to me", he finished with a chaste kiss on your lips, sealing all the promised he intended to keep.

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jadedrrose · 1 year

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700 followers event

Last night I hit 700 followers, and while it may seem small compared to other’s followings, it’s a huge achievement for me! When I started this blog last year I expected to get less than 200 within a year, so to say my expectations have been exceeded is an understatement!

So I want to thank everyone by doing an event! All rules/info will be below!

Basic info:

This will be my last followers milestone event until I reach 1000 (hopefully lol). I’ll have other events for holidays/important dates, though!

I cannot guarantee that I will be able to get around to every request! I’m not putting a limit on how many I’ll accept, but I will put a time limit on it. I’ll give you guys a full week to send in your requests! (So end date being May 25th) end date is whenever I make a post saying so now lol

I’m aiming for everything to be around ~1000 words each but sometimes I get stuck and can’t come up with anything to add, so don’t expect a super long oneshot to come from this!

Please read all the rules so that I don’t have to reject/ignore any requests! It makes me feel bad lol

Rules:

-I will accept requests for Law and Levi, possibly a few (so less than 5) Ace/Robin/Nami ones but I don’t write for Ace anymore lol (aside from the few requests I’ve gotten for him) and I’ve only written for Robin once and never for Nami. Other than that, I don’t write for characters that I don’t have a strong attraction to (because I will indeed fuck it up and make things ooc, especially when I know next to nothing about the character) Please understand this!

-I’d like to keep things mostly SFW, but I can take a few nsft/suggestive requests! No angst, though. I will cry.

-I’ll do headcanons and short(er) oneshots for this event!

-I do not take requests where reader’s physical traits are described. I thought that was the entire point of x reader content, but lately it seems like everyone’s shifting to giving the reader physical traits again? Idk. I dislike that since it makes things semi unreadable for whoever may not fit the description.

-Please keep in mind I write gender neutral, female, and/or afab reader only. It would be really helpful if you’d put which you want in your request!

-No overly specific requests, where I’d have to follow an entire timeline that may end up being way longer than the other requests I write. It would be unfair to write 500 words for someone and then 3000 for somebody else lol. But a short scenario is perfect!

-I can’t think of any others, so just check my normal rules page for anything I may have forgotten: check it here.

#trafalgar law x reader #jadedrrose 700 followers event #trafalgar d water law x reader #law x reader #one piece x reader #only adding Law tags since that’s what 90% of you guys are here for lol

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collecting-stories · 3 years

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Jellyfish - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey! I was wondering or you could do an outer banks imagine where like in season one the pogues leave kie, Sarah and reader on a boat, and the reader is the one getting stung by a jellyfish. The night goes on and she starts having an allergic reaction the jellyfish sting and her breathing starts to go bad and all dizzy. The girls have to call a mayday. And the sherif/ambulance boat? Comes and gets her or the pogues come back the next morning and she is not well at all. Then hospital. The pogues feel really badx Maybe reader x jj? 

A/N: I just started a rewatch of s1 tonight so I can finally watch s2...also I googled allergic reactions to a jellyfish sting for this.

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Sarah stood beside you, practically holding you up, as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the marsh for the fifth time in so many minutes. The boys plan to strand Sarah and Kiara on the boat hadn’t been a very clever one and when you had protested JJ had jokingly pushed you over the edge of the HMS, claiming that now you too were stranded with them. 

It wasn’t exactly how you’d planned to spend your night, especially with everyone on each other’s nerves as severely as they were, you’d been looking forward to taking advantage of that and spending the night back at your house with JJ. Instead, you were stranded on Heyward’s boat with Kiara and Sarah bitching at each other. Not to mention the angry red mark blossoming over your stomach from the jellyfish that had stung you as you’d tread water earlier.

“I thought you said you could fix this stupid piece of shit!” Sarah shouted to Kiara as she rubbed her hand along your back. The juxaposition of her kindness to you and her edgyness with Kiara wasn’t lost on you...even as you felt your head swimming.

“I gotta lay down,” you urged, hands gripping the edge of the boat as you rested your chin against the cool side, staring into the murky water. It was starting to get darker outside but you weren’t paying attention to that anymore. You felt like you were going to throw up again though this time it felt prompted by the dizzy feeling when you moved your head and not the pain shooting through your abdomen.

“Okay, let’s lay down...do you want a blanket or something?” Sarah asked, eyes darting around the boat to check for any spare blankets or sweatshirts.

You shook your head, immediately regretting the action as your vision blurred. “No...no, it’s so hot.” When you struggled to get JJ’s shirt over your head without moving too much, Sarah grabbed the hem of the shirt and eased it up.

“She doesn’t need your help!” Kiara yelled from the hatch, looking out at you with concern. You’d been fine earlier, before you’d boarded the boat with them, before the jellyfish stung you, but now you were doing worse and worse. She was trying to fix the boat but it was obvious that JJ and John B’s genius plan had included purposely sabotaging any chance they had of getting the boat back to shore.

“Obviously, she does!” Sarah shouted back, “she’s puking over the side of the fucking boat! What was in that shit you rolled anyway?”

Kiara looked incredulous at the suggestion that it was the weed they’d smoked that made you like this, “oh cause I poisoned my best friend with weed? Is that it?”

“Maybe!” Sarah shrugged, “how should I know.”

“Not helping,” you groaned, rolling to the side and pressing your hand against your stomach. “Kie...my stomach is killing me.”

“What can I do?” She asked, coming back over to you and Sarah.

“Call for the coast guard or something?” Sarah suggested, looking out over the marsh as if someone would just happen to be driving through. It was pitch black now, the night falling completely. It wasn’t too late yet, close to 9:30p Sarah supposed, but she wasn’t confident that this could last until morning. Who knew when the boys would come back?

“With what phone Sarah? The tower is down.”

“Swim to shore or something then!” She snapped.

“Sure, no problem...why didn’t I think of that? I’ll jump in the fucking marsh in the pitch black and swim toward what I think might be land!” Kiara shouted.

“Guys,” you snapped, pulling yourself up to the edge of the ship again. You felt like you were going to throw up again but there wasn’t anything left in your stomach, “shut the fuck up! You aren’t helping...I know they messed with the boat, is the radio working?”

“Let me check.” Kiara stood up from your side and headed back to the controls, checking the radio. “I’ve got a signal!”

You weren’t sure how long it took between Kiara signaling a mayday and the police boat actually coming out on the marsh because you passed out soon after she’d gotten the signal, slumped against Sarah, the pain in your side and abdomen too much for you to bear. Neither of the girls wanted to leave you overnight in the hospital, worried something would happen the second they left your side, so Kiara scribbled a note and left it taped to the window of the boat.

Gone to the hospital – was all it said. Not very descriptive but extremely alarming, the boys had arrived at the emergency room frantic.

“What the fuck kind of scare tactic was that Kie!” JJ had shouted down the hallway when he saw his friend outside one of the rooms. A nurse down the same hall shushed him as he passed her and he turned around to flip her off.

“Excuse me but you three deserve it after the shit you pulled! Leaving us stranded out there with no communication? You’re lucky the radio worked.” Sarah hissed, shoving JJ when he tried to get passed her into the room.

The second he’d seen her it had been clear the person who was missing, the one who was undoubtedly in the hospital bed in the room he was standing outside of. You’d gotten hurt, seriously if you were here, if they’d had to mayday a police boat.

“What happened?” Pope asked, quieter than his best friend had been able to muster.

“She’s allergic to jellyfish.” Sarah replied, turning a glare on JJ, “when this moron pushed her in the water she got stung and had a reaction.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’ll be alright...she’s dehydrated though, so she’s on fluids for the rest of the – JJ!” Kiara snapped when he pushed passed her to get into the room. He moved the curtain aside to see you there, still a little out of it from the exhaustion of the night before but you smiled when you saw him.

“Hey,” he dropped his voice down to a whisper, a contrast to the sharp scrap of the chair that he dragged to your bedside, “I’m so sorry.”

“Guess I’m allergic to something after all.” You managed to tease, recalling the conversation you’d had a few weeks earlier when JJ had begrudgingly given up the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he was trying to make at John B’s when you reminded him that he was highly allergic to peanuts.

He’d claimed that “maybe it went away”, a possibility you both knew to be impossible while you told him that you weren’t stabbing him with an epi-pen if he had an allergic reaction. “I would stab you, if you were allergic to anything,” JJ had replied, settling for jelly on toast instead.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” JJ said now, eyeing the bag of fluids that was connected to you via IV. “I would’ve been fine thinking you didn’t have any allergies.”

“It’s not your fault JJ, it was an accident...I could’ve been stung a million times before this, we literally live on the coast.” You tried to laugh and coughed; throat still sore. JJ grabbed for the pitcher of water at your bedside and poured you a glass, leaning over to help you swallow.

“Yeah but you didn't get stung a million times before this...you got stung after I pushed you in!”

“We should let you get some rest,” Pope’s voice sounded over JJ’s shoulder and you both looked over to where he was standing at the curtain. He smiled at you, a silent ‘glad you’re okay’ and ‘sorry’ rolled into one.

You nodded, more than aware that you were on the verge of falling asleep again. Still, you reached for your boyfriend’s hand, settling for his wrist instead as he was still holding the plastic cup. “Will you stay?” you asked, eyes meeting JJ’s.

“Yeah, of course.” He promised, sitting back down, “I’m not going anywhere.” He didn’t mention the absolute panic that had racked through him when he saw Kiara’s note or realized you were the one that was injured and he definitely didn’t tell you how severely he blamed himself for you getting stung in the first place, instead he just sat there holding your hand and promising that he would stay there with you until you were discharged. “Everything’s okay, you’re okay.”

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ricciardonorrisleclercgasly · 2 years

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Positive || Charles Leclerc

(Not my gif)

Part 2 to Pregnant.

Request by: @ireallydontknowdudee

Pairing: Charles Leclerc X Reader

Warnings: none!

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Requests are open.

"It's negative.. again" you sighed burying your face in your hands. Charles wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close. "Don't be sad mon chèrie" he said kissing the top of your head. "I just feel like we've been trying forever and it's always negative" you said with a tear sliping from your eye. "What if there's something wrong Charles?"

"Y/N don't think like that. It has been less than a year and with being on the road so much it has probably been stressful on your body. Now that it is summer break we shall go and see the doctor, just to make sure everything is normal. Okay?" He said stroking your hair. You nodded into him and hugged him tight. It felt like such a long time ago you were sitting on the bathroom floor crying at the thought you might be pregnant and that Charles wouldn't be ready for this and when you found out that you weren't Charles suggested that you guys could start trying. So much had happened since then, Charles had won his first ever championship, you guys had moved house over the winter break, you had a beautiful intimate wedding with just your close family and friends around you and you had both agreed that you were ready to have a baby and had started trying but with the season restarting and moving backwards and forwards all over the world it was sometimes difficult to get your timings right.

Charles rang the doctors surgery and got you both booked in for a checkup, you got dressed and headed out the house. You arrived at the doctors shortly after and checked in. This was Charles' family doctor, he had been coming here for years, and trusted him whole heartedly. You were both called into see the doctor after a short wait.

"Ah Charles! What can I help you with today?" The doctor said gesturing for you both to sit down.

"Me and my wife are trying for a baby, its been around 7 months now and I know that it's not a long time but she's worried that something might be wrong" Charles said squeezing your hand.

"Congratulations, most couples will conceive within the first year of trying and you guys aren't quite there yet so try not to worry Mrs Leclerc. We can still do some tests today if you would like" you nodded your head.

The doctor performed all sorts of tests on you and Charles, checking for any abnormalities, your heart was racing the entire time. "Now the results will be with us in the next couple of days, try not to worry. We'll be in touch" the doctor reassured you.

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3 days later.

"Yes, yes thats fine. Yes I understand. Yes. Thankyou Doctor" Charles said on the phone. You paced waiting for him to get off the phone. He put the phone down and took hold of your hand, you held your breath. "Everything is fine Y/N" Charles said kissing your forehead, "there's nothing wrong, we just need to keep trying" you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god" you said kissing Charles.

"We will have a nice relaxed summer break and hopefully we can make a baby." Charles smiled down at you.

You spent the next 3 weeks relaxing in the sun with Charles, you stayed in monaco this summer, sitting on the beach, swimming in the pool and just being together. It was nice to just relax together.

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2 months later.

"Charles!" You called from the bathroom, arms wrapped around the toilet bowl as you threw up the contents of your stomach. "Please can you bring me some water" the past few days you had had the most horrendous stomach bug, your body ached, you were absolutely exhausted and almost everything you ate made you sick. Charles came into the bathroom with a glass of water and sat rubbing your back. "Do you think that maybe-" he started to say.

"I'm not due on until next week Charles"

"I know" he said kissing the top of your head, "I just thought it might be worth taking a test. Just in case"

You peeled yourself off the floor and grabbed an early signs test from the drawer, "get out then" you laughed. You sat on the toilet to pee on the stick. You put it on the side whilst you tried to freshen up. Two minutes had passed and you looked down at the test, trying not to get your hopes up. 2 lines. It's positive. "Charles get in here!" You shouted trying to control your excitement, tears streaming down your face. Charles came into the bathroom and looked you up and down. You pressed the test into his hand. He looked at it intently. "2 lines is postive right?" He breathed.

You nodded your head. "Omg you're pregnant! We're going to have a baby y/n!" He yelled out in excitement, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up. He peppered kisses all over you as he hugged you tightly. "I can't believe it! As soon as we are home we will go to the doctors. Only the best for my princess" he put you back to the floor and crouched before you, resting his head against your nonexistent bump. "Daddy loves you so much all ready" he kissed your stomach, making you giggle. He stood up and kissed you passionately. "I can't wait to tell Pierre! He will be excited to be an uncle" Charles giggled.

"No Charles." You said sternly, "not until the first scan, when we know that everything is okay"

"Okay okay" he smiled, "but everything will be okay. I promise you mon chèrie"

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame.

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels.

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers.

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless.

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom. Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,” Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear.

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her.

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again.

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat.

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction.

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?”

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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Take My Hand

Tom Holland x Actor!Reader

Request: @that1girl can you write about the reader being tom hollands girlfriend and co-star and them having anxiety while doing an interview together?

Warnings: none? maybe some swearing, maybe some suggestive content at the end. also anxiety

Word Count: 952

A/N: THIS GIF OF TOM IS SO HOT KILL ME

You’ve been doing this for years. You take a deep breath, still trying to convince yourself that there was no need to be nervous over a simple interview. You knew Tom wasn’t faring any better, and that alone made your anxiety worse, but your resolve stronger.

You loved acting, but the social side? The interviews? The talk shows? It was overwhelming at times. It was one of the things that drove you and Tom together, always being grouped together for interviews since you had similar reservations about them.

Being in a movie together really drove up the amount of the social gatherings you were expected to be at in order to promote the new movie. At first you were ecstatic to go to brand new places and gush about the movie because one, you made it alongside your favorite person, and two, you were so proud of it. However, after traveling for weeks now, you were starting to crash.

Tom was definitely just as tired as you were, and you knew he needed a break just as much as you did. You were determined to help him just as much as he usually helps you in interviews.

You take another deep breath, people starting to flood your dressing room for final touches. An older woman doing your makeup notices your distracted stare and gives you a firm grip on your shoulders.

“You’re going on in 10! You’ll do amazing. You always do great on camera, don’t stress!”

She continues to powder your face while someone else does your hair, and while you appreciate her bubbliness, the nerves you’re feeling only intensify as the interview comes closer.

“Thank you.”

You give her a smile and watch as everyone shuffles out of the room. You stand, straightening your back and taking another deep breath. You turn to the door, jumping when you see Tom already standing there.

“Hey love, thought I’d stop by. Walk together to the set?”

You gush a little inside, in awe that the man before you was suffering through his own anxiety, and still trying to make sure yours was okay at the same time.

“Yeah. It’s just the Jimmy Fallon show right? Easy.”

“Pfft, yeah right. Easy!”

He holds your hands and leads you out of the dressing room, squeezing your shoulders slightly. In that moment, you felt like everything was perfect. You had a glamorous career, with an amazing boyfriend, why did anxiety have to get in the way?

You told yourself “not now”, took a deep breath, and gripped Tom a little harder. You get to the curtain, waiting for someone to make the okay for you both to make your way to the chairs next to Jimmy Fallon.

He gives you a quick peck, smiling down at you.

“You’ll do great,” he says.

“We’ll do great.”

You smile and inhale when you see a producer waving you guys on. You separate yourself a tad from Tom, opting to hold his hand as you walk onto the stage. The audience goes wild, as expected, as this is one of the first interviews you’ve done since making the relationship official to the media.

You feel Tom squeeze your hand, a silent reminder to smile and wave to the crowd.

You look up at him, then to the audience, waving for a few seconds until Tom leads you to the chair closest to the interview desk. He lets you sit down, you fix your dress, and he sits to your left.

You resist the urge to start bouncing your leg as the audience dies down and Jimmy starts making introductions.

“So today we have the lovely y/n y/l/n and Tom Holland. Or Tom y/l/n? Or y/n Holland? Which has a better ring to it?” He laughs a little, looking to the audience for an answer. Several answers are yelled from the audience.

Tom laughs. “Look, we aren’t there yet. Right now we’re still trying to name the puppy we got together!”

You laugh, playfully slapping Tom.

Jimmy laughs, turning back towards us. “So a puppy already! Moving fast I see.”

You see Tom starting to fidget a little, knowing that an interview digging so deep into your relationship and seemingly being the only topic of conversation lately, is making him nervous.

You decide to take the reins on this question, effortlessly responding with a simple “I’ve always wanted a dog, but Tom was really the one who ended up convincing me. Now that we live together we kind of just… merged our home lives together. It’s been great honestly. I couldn’t have asked for a better roommate.” You playfully nudge Tom a little and he smiles at you.

You knew you rambled a bit when you had anxiety, but apparently it was enough to make both the audience, and Jimmy Fallon, satisfied. He continued to ask about the movie you two had just filmed, how it was being together while filming, and if there was chemistry since it was a romance film. All standard questions that seemed easier to answer. You and Tom slowly felt more comfortable, and by the time the show was up, you couldn’t wait to get home.

After pleasantries with managers and directors, you and Tom made your way to a car waiting for you outside the studio.

“Home?” Tom smiles at you.

You smile and nod.

“Take my hand.”

You grab his hand, skipping your way down the stairs with him in tow. You get into the car, Tom opening the door for you first, of course, and pull him in behind you.

Anxiety or not, you were so glad you had Tom to help you through it.

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yoooespinosa · 3 years

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could you please write a draco x reader fic, where the reader is hopelessly in love with draco, and she's not afraid to show it. but draco doesn't feel the same. and draco being draco, he rejects the reader with no remorse. then when the reader finally comes to the realization that she deserves better, she started seeing new people (not necessarily dating, but more like talking), then that's when draco feels a bit jealous now that the reader isn't all over him anymore. the rest is up to you, love! just something really angsty, you could end it in any way you'd like.

also, sidenote. you're an amazing writer and i love you!!

a/n: Thank you for your request! ily <3

To say you had a crush on Draco Malfoy, was an understatement.

You couldn't help it, you couldn't just stop the feelings you developed every time he came around.

When he walked into the room it was butterflies breaking out of their cage, palms growing sweaty and your heart racing so fast you were scared you'd be able to see its indentions.

It was scary at first, to have such feelings at only thirteen years old. So you did your best to ignore them. You did your best to stay out of his way.

That only worked for so long.

When you are friends with Draco and the people that surround him, it becomes very hard to stay out of his path.

So it was only inevitable that your crush on him would become so much more. Especially as the years went on.

He hadn't made it much easier. Sometimes you felt as if, maybe, he returned your feelings. How could you think otherwise? With the way he walked with you to class, carried your books at times and spent time with you. Just you. Alone.

How could you not fall in love with him.

With all that simmering in you, you finally let it out. You made your affections obvious, not afraid to show Draco how you felt for him. You had thought it was welcomed. You thought that the feelings would be returned.

It seemed as though he could only tolerate you for so long. Yes, that was the right word for it, the only thing he had for you was toleration.

Your shoes sounded on the stone under you, on your way to the Slytherin common room. You had just got out of detention with professor Snape. You suppose it was well deserved, you had seen Draco almost put the wrong ingredient in his potion, so you being you had wandered to his table and helped him, much to Snapes dismay.

Whispering the password, you made your way through the dim passage. Chattering of people from all years and faint laughter was heard all around.

You spotted your friends right away, seated by the green flamed fireplace, as usual.

"She just can't take a hint." You heard Draco grumble, you paused your steps, you didn't mean to eavesdrop but it seemed as if your feet had a mind of its own.

"Wait," Blaise closes the book he had in his hold. "who are we talking about again?"

Pansy sighs, seeming they had been on the topic for some time. "We're talking about y/n."

Your brows furrow. Going back to the first thing you heard Draco say, she just can't take a hint, what was that supposed to mean. What hint?

"Why can't you just tell her how you feel?" Theo adds, his voice is laced with annoyance, maybe this isn't the first time they've talked about this.

"I thought how I felt would be obvious enough, without having to say anything." He huffs.

"Well," Theo sighs. "apparently not."

You were becoming anxious. What were they talking about and what exactly was Draco feeling? There was streak of hope in you, maybe he'd confess right here that he felt the same.

"What do you suggest I say then, oh-wise-one?" Draco asks teasingly.

"Easy, just say exactly what you tell us." He clears his throat dramatically, adopting a mock version of his voice, "Y/n, you have to be one of the most annoying girls, I have ever had the dissatisfaction of meeting. Please, oh please take the hint and leave me alone because these attempts at getting at me are getting more pathetic each time." He finishes with a clumsy curtsy.

The other Slytherins try to stifle their laughs.

You hadn't even noticed the gasp that escaped your throat until four heads turned to your direction.

"Y/n, I didn't kn-" You cut of Theo's words and apologetic stare.

"Is that true?" You ask Draco, your voice low, laced with hurt. Your nose was stinging and your bottom lip hung heavy, but you refused to cry in front of them. You wouldn't give them another weakness to laugh about.

Draco managed to keep his face blank, no emotions shining through. He shrugged, "Pretty much summed it up."

You almost flinched. He didn't even care about the hurt those words brought you.

You left without a look back. Leaving behind your friends call of your name. They weren't the ones you wanted an apology from. They had known how much you felt for him and didn't even bother telling you that it was definitely not mutual. They even laughed, like it was a joke, like your heart was a comedic topic.

The cold air hit your face, freezing against the tear stain tracks. You sat on a lone stone bench in the court yard, letting those tears make a home on your cheeks.

It wasn't obvious--his dislike to you. If it was, you would have gave up long ago. But a part of you felt that there was hope and you had chased after that.

Why couldn't he have just told you when you first let your affections known, it seemed that he had encouraged it back then, with lingering touches and soft smiles.

Looking back now, you notice that those advantages had slowly disappeared. You had been too caught up in his silky hair, those gray eyes filled with mirth and mischief, his angular face with high bones that no one could compare to, that you hadn't notice everything was unrequited.

A sick part of you even felt honored to have your heart broken in the hold of his beautiful hands, the part that saw him do no wrong.

Maybe that was the first problem, you put him on a pedestal, so high up you weren't able to see anything negative of him. You weren't able to see his cruel reality of his feelings towards you.

And he didn't even seem sorry. He didn't even look bothered by the damage of his words.

You were so nice and considerate to him. You would support him at every quidditch game, cheer the loudest even when he lost. You bought him presents for every one of his birthdays and even Christmas, each one sentimental and thoughtful. You had comforted him when he got those letters, that he despised, from his father. You had voiced encouragements when he showed a little tell sign of his insecurities. You had been there for him.

And he treats you like this, like you can be so easily dismissed. You didn't deserve that, you didn't deserve to be called pathetic for having normal feelings and then being laughed at for it.

The longer you sat on that cold bench, the angrier you got. A bitter feeling growing in your stomach, melting away those knots.

You wasted all this time and effort on some guy who didn't even deserve it, some guy who didn't appreciate you. It wasn't fair.

"Hey, you okay?" A familiar voice sounded through your revelations.

You looked up and met green eyes framed with circular glasses.

"Yeah. I was just thinking." You mumbled, the bitter taste was stuck on your tongue, you wanted rid of it.

"Mind if I sit and think with you?" Harry asked, he was nervously scratching the back of his neck, smiling warmly at you.

You offered him a smile, welcoming his genuineness. "Go ahead."

He sat there with you for hours. Surrounded by the sound of wind. It was nice and comfortable. The bitter feeling leaving you completely. You were content now, even if you could still feel the ache in your arms from holding onto Draco for so long.

Weeks had passed. Weeks of no signs of you. The first week Draco hadn't been worried, a little curious, but that was all. The longer it went on though, he became a little more than curious. Not because he cared, cause he didn't, just that if something happened to you, it would be his fault. His rejection was the reason you ran off like a fool to who knows where.

Which is the only reason he went looking for you. He already got a lot of shit from the others, he didn't need more problems stacking up.

He checked all of your favorite places. Starting with that tree down by the black lake that you enjoyed to lean on and watch the sun go down, the sunset wasn't near so he should've known you would not have been there.

He then went to the gardens, there was a bench there that was next to a small pond. It was filled with odd creatures and was home to your favorite flowers, lotus's. You weren't there either.

Lastly, he went to a certain abandoned hall. You had to be there. You went there to be alone with your thoughts, you had taken him with you there a few times. There was a big window there with a thick ledge, streams of sunlight beamed through and tiny rainbows would reflect on the opposite wall due to the cracks on said window.

He heard you before he saw you. A soft laugh reverberating through the empty hall, a laugh he had always found annoying. Hearing it now though, just made him want to get closer to you.

So he did, walking with light footsteps. He froze, you were not alone. Sitting there in the space he once accompanied, was Harry fucking Potter. What kind of sick joke was this?

Why were you sitting with him? And does that mean you just laughed at something he said?

Your laugh sounded through again, once piercing now melodic. It was a bitter feeling, Potter shouldn't have the honor of dragging that sound out of you, he shouldn't even witness it.

Draco left the hall before either of you saw him, he needed to get himself in check.

More weeks passed. Weeks of you hanging out with Potter. You were doing things with him that you had done with Draco.

It was on purpose, you had to be doing it on purpose. You were simply trying to make him jealous and it was annoyingly working.

But how could you be doing that when you didn't even look back to see a reaction.

Draco didn't know what to think. He didn't even know what to feel, or more like let himself feel. Something had changed in the weeks you were away from him.

A revelation of sorts. He missed you. Missed what you would do for him. He regretted what he said and what he never had the chance to say. Because maybe deep down those feelings had been returned, but he was just too stubborn to show.

And now he's seeing you realizing that you deserve more than blurred lines and assumptions. And he's realizing maybe Potter is that more that you deserve.

Draco doesn't like that one bit, he can't even stomach the thought. So he promises to himself that he will do everything in his power to win you back. Even if that means saying that he was sorry and admitting that he was in the wrong, something he's never had to do before.

But if that makes you his again and gets you away from Potter, then its worth it.

Part 2

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Childe x fem!Reader NSFW

Word Count: 6108 Warning: Mature Content 18+, spicy smut A/N: It was so long so I decided to make an own post for this request. I’ve been staring at my screen for the last 7 hours, my brain is dead now, hahah. I don’t own any of those words anymore as soon as I post it--- just joking Enjoy it! ♥

Liyue was a beautiful city to say the least, always crowded with different people, full of culture and there was always something new for you to learn every day. Most people were staying in the city for only a few days, perhaps because of business appointments or just to visit their family which lived there, yet you rarely saw the same face twice. Within only a few days you had gotten to know all the people that lived there or those who were visiting Liyue for a longer time.

You had been assigned to look for a certain person in Liyue but up until now they hadn’t shown up, leaving you with a lot of free time and almost nothing to do. You spent most of your day simply strolling through the city with nothing to do, greeting the different people here and there, before returning to your hotel room the evening.

A few weeks ago you had met Childe, a member of the Fatui. You had been careful around him since the day you found out about his affiliations, not wanting to get too close to him. After spending some time with him you really had to admit that he seemed like a nice and outgoing man which caused you to lower your walls of self defense. He had been staying in the city for a longer time as well and since everyone usually disappeared again after two or three days, the two of you decided to stay in contact, just in case.

You noticed him often waiting in front of the hotel you were staying in and whenever you went out, he would instantly be by your side with his usually flirty grin on his lips. He would make a remark about how destiny keeps pushing you two together, though you knew that it was nothing like that.

Over the past couple weeks he had often asked you to go on a date with him but you had always told him that you’re not interested in a relationship or anything like that, you simply did not have the time for it. He would always smile cheekily and brush it off like you had not said anything at all before taking you somewhere to get some food.

In the end it would always end up the same, before you even have a chance to ask for the bill, the waiter will tell you that your partner already paid for you. Childe will smile cheekily at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you out of the restaurant.

Whenever you tell him that he should not make anything up in his mind, he will laugh and tell you that he would never do something like that and that it’s you who should be careful not to fall for him. You almost hated yourself for liking this guy; he was a flirty narcissist but at the same time an utterly lovable and romantic man. The way he was talking and acting around you won you over every time.

Childe has always treated you like a princess, causing your feelings for him to grow even stronger, even though you always told yourself that it was a mistake.

Your day started off like any other day, you got up and went out to grab a cup of coffee at the harbour before strolling around and returning back to the hotel in the evening.

A faint smile formed on your lips upon seeing Childe already waiting for you in front of the building as you arrived. “You’re always missing me so much, aren’t you?” You said with a teasing voice while approaching him, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

Ocean colored eyes focused on yours, a cheeky smile forming on Childe’s lips upon hearing your words as he lightly shrugged his shoulders. “Aren’t you sure that you’re not the one who’s missing me all day?” He replied just as teasingly while tilting his head to the side, looking innocently down at you.

He already knew that he was right because of the way your cheeks colored in a light pink and the way you tried to avoid his eyes. “Stupid..” You muttered as you gently nudged his shoulder before sighing defeated, signaling him to follow you as you walked towards the entrance of the hotel.

The lobby was crowded as usual in the evening. Many people would arrive in Liyue in the evening or at night with the ship and look for a place to stay in, mostly resulting in the city being fuller during the night than during daytime. You were happy that you had been staying at this hotel for a while now, you knew all the people who worked there and everybody knew you, it was almost like a second home to you.

When you and Childe reached the elevator you pressed the button for your assigned floor while another sigh left your lips as you leaned back against the wall. “I somehow love Liyue for being so crowded at night but at the same time, I kinda hate it.” You mumbled while looking up at Childe who was standing behind you, leaning back against the wall as well while staring up at the ceiling.

“It’s good when it’s full and crowded, people tend to mind their own business then and won’t get involved with anything else.” He replied calmly while shrugging his shoulders, pushing his hands into the back pockets of his pants.

You never got to know the exact reason why Childe was staying in Liyue, you had never asked him about it but you also got the feeling that if you were honest with yourself you would not want to know about it. Being a member of the Fatui and all, his reason to stay here could never be a good one.

You were startled when a small ‘ping’ signaled you that you had arrived at the tenth floor, the doors of the elevator opening. You went out first, feeling Childe’s presence close behind you as you slowly trotted over to the door of your room, your fingers fumbling around in your pockets as you were looking for the keycard.

“Why are you even here now? Couldn’t find me in town in the afternoon?” You asked Childe playfully as you unlocked the door, gesturing him to walk in first before following him inside.

You kicked the door shut behind you before taking off your jacket and throwing it over the next chair that was standing around.

Childe watched you amusedly as you made your way to the kitchen, taking out two glasses from the counter before placing them in front of you. “Do you want to drink something?” You asked him while holding up a bottle of Dandelion wine, a mischevious smile on your lips. It was the only thing you were able to offer him besides normal water, you were living on your own the whole time and that clearly showed when looking at your belongings and provisions. “It would be a shame to deny that offer.” He laughed lightly as he entered the kitchen behind you, leaning against the counter while watching you pour the glasses of wine.

“Other than that I’m here because… I don’t know. I guess, I thought it would be more fun to spend some time with you rather than sit alone in my hotel room all night. Perhaps I also knew that it was your plan to drink some wine today and perhaps it’s not very gentleman like to let a woman drink on her own.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, laughing at his comment before turning towards him, handing him a glass of wine. His eyes deeply focused on yours.

You could swear that you saw a glint in his eyes, a playful one which was practically begging for you to continue his game. “I see, I see. Since when are you a gentleman though?”

“I’ve always been a gentleman, have I ever done anything to you that would prove me different?”

You took a sip of your wine, gently laughing it off. Indeed he had never done anything that would make him look like an asshole; he was always nice around you and treated you for food, he always made sure that you were feeling good and happy and at night he always made sure to walk you home.

The only not so gentleman like thing that came to your mind was Childe sometimes suggesting you to ‘go and have some fun together’ in the evening or late at night, even though he had never showed any intention of getting closer to you.

You were suspecting before that he was always joking during those moments, but with time passing you noticed him occasionally making remarks like that, intending that he wanted to become more physical with you.

You were absentmindedly sipping on your wine, a small shock running down your spine when Childe’s arm wrapped around your waist. He was guiding you towards the balcony that was connected to your room, opening the glass door before stepping out into the cold night air, pulling you along with him. Underneath you were crowded streets, lots of people passing by while the shoplights illuminated the small town. Liyue had it’s own charm, you had to admit that.

You swirled the wine around in your glass while biting your lower lip, thinking about an accurate response to his question. “I think you somehow are a gentleman but.. at the same time you aren’t?”

You shrugged your shoulders, taking another sip of your wine as you heard Childe’s footsteps behind you. You were expecting him to stand next to you, to watch the people beneath you but instead you were startled when you felt his hot breath at the nape of your neck. Gently he swung his arms around you from behind, one hand holding his glass while he placed his other hand on the railing in front of you.

“Care to explain that..?” Childe spoke with a low voice, faking a confused undertone before pressing a faint kiss to the crook of your neck.

“I’m always courteous when I’m around you, I never do anything you don’t like…”

You could feel his hot breath on your ear, a cold shiver running down your spine as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “It’s just..” You started to whisper, swallowing your words as he nibbled gently on your earlobe, his addicting scent rising to your nose.

“You are a gentleman..” You started again, taking a careful sip of your wine before continuing to speak. “… but you’re also intimidating, mysterious and somehow a dangerous person.”

“I see..” Childe laughed softly before leaning himself against you, your back pressing against his broad chest while your abdomen pressed against the cold railing. He took a sip of his wine, his other hand slowly wandering to your waist.

He enjoyed your clueless reaction, the way you did not do anything to stop him and the way your body shivered against his. The effect he had on you was immense and he certainly knew that, he loved playing little games with you.

You took a deep breath before turning around in his arms, staring up into his sapphire colored eyes. There was this glint inside them, the one that always showed when he was about to make a stupid joke about getting physical, yet it was different this time. He did not say anything, he simply stared down at you before his free hand cupped your cheek gently.

“Are you afraid of me right now?” He asked you huskily, his thumb carefully brushing over your lips while he smirked evilly. Everything inside you was screaming not to give in, that it’s wrong to get to close to him, but your body and the building desire inside you were taking control. There was a faint blush on your cheeks as you tried to avoid his eyes, him quickly reacting to catch your chin between his thumb and index finger to make you look at him.

“I asked you, are you afraid of me?”

Childe leaned in closer to you, slowly tilting his head to the side while his lips hovered right above yours. You could feel his breath on your face as the he spoke, your knees slowly turning weak as you thought about how to frame your answer. “Right now, I could never. There is no reason for me to be afraid.”

He chuckled. “If you knew what I would like to do to you right now, you would be afraid, I’m sure, babe.” The way that petname slipped over his lips made you moan quietly against his mouth. It send a tingly feeling right down to your core, leaving you wanting for more.

Upon hearing that sound Childe withdrew himself from you, gently taking your glass from your hand before moving to place them aside. You felt the heat rushing to your face as he turned back to you, both of his hands gently placed on your waist while he stared down at you.

You could feel your heartbeat drumming in your ears as you tried to avoid his eyes, your hands gripping onto the railing behind you to gain some strength of posture. You faked a small laugh, wanting him to know that you were not this easy to break, even though you certainly craved for him to touch you.

“I don’t think there’s anything that would make me be afraid of you, Sir.” You spoke teasingly, making sure to emphasize the last word. Inhaling deeply you searched for the courage to stare back up at him, a small innocent smile forming on your lips.

Childe couldn’t help but to smile as well, he was seeing right through your schemes, knowing all too well that you were playing all this confidence in front of him. The way your body reacted to him, the way he could easily make you feel bothered and worked up, he knew that he had this effect on you and he would love to play a game with you, especially because he noted that challenging undertone when you addressed his title.

His hands slowly wandered from your waist down to grab your butt firmly in his hands, his body pressing against yours again. His building arousal pressed against your lower abdomen as he leaned slowly closer to whisper in your ear again. “I would love to turn you around right now and rub my cock against that nice perky ass of yours..”

He squeezed your butt again, pressing a small kiss to the shell of your ear. “I would love to bend you over this railing and fuck you hard, til you can’t help but to scream my name anymore, letting all those people down there know it.”

You felt yourself shivering, his words echoing through your body and leaving a trail of desire behind. His words translated to an image in your mind right away, the thought of getting caught looking oh so seductive to you. “There’s still nothing to be afraid of..” You teased him, one of his hands sliding up to your lower back while his other hand cupped your cheek gently again.

He pulled himself from your ear to look at you, his lips brushing gently over yours as he smiled, his face only centimeters apart from yours. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

With those words he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a short kiss, a soft mewl leaving your lips as you did not even have the time to cherish that feeling of his lips on yours when he separated himself from you again.

Your placed your hands shakily on his chest, holding onto the fabric of his grey jacket as he laughed lowly, seeing all your confidence you faked a minute ago leaving your body already. “I want to know how good your lips feel around my cock.. which sounds you make when I fuck your throat relentless. I bet you’re such a good girl but right now you’re just too stubborn.”

You licked your lips at the thought of it, your reaction not staying unnoticed by him as his lifted your chin up with his index finger to make you look at him. “I want to break you..” He whispered lowly before slamming his lips against yours for a sloppy and passionate kiss, his arousal rubbing against your lower body as you pressed yourself against him to intensify the kiss.

The way his tongue skillfully poked your lips apart caused you to moan, your fingers starting to fumble around with the buttons of his jacket. His taste was addicting, the way his tongue caressed yours as he dominated the kiss. Carefully he slung an arm around your waist, his other hand sliding from your chin over your throat down to your chest. You were willing to let yourself fall into pleasure, to give in to him and you knew that if you did not stop him now, there would be no going back anymore.

Childe pulled away from you shortly to take a breath, watching your hands undo the buttons with a grin on his lips. “Eager, aren’t we?”

He let you continue with your actions as he moved to press small kisses on your neck, another small moan leaving your lips as your hands finally found their way to his bare chest. Your fingers ghosted over his well toned muscles, his skin burning underneath your palms.

His breath hitched as your fingers wandered over his chest, towards his broad shoulders, gently pushing the fabric back. You could feel him grin against your neck, his hands letting go of you to help you get rid of his jacket along with his gloves. A small yelp slipped past your lips as Childe bit down on the soft skin at the crook of your neck, his hands slinging around your body again to hold you close.

His warm skin was burning against you and the only thing that was running through your mind was the thought of what his bare form felt like against yours, what it felt like to get touched by him, to get dominated.

Your hands shivered as they went to explore his broad shoulders, his muscles constricting underneath your touch. You couldn’t help but to moan, knowing that all this was still part of his teasing. “Childe..” You murmured but he didn’t react, gently sucking on the skin of your neck. You were sure that he was leaving a hickey, one that you would surely have to hide but at the moment you couldn’t care less.

“Sir..” You spoke with a shaking his voice, his teeth sinking in to your flesh again before he groaned lowly in your ear. “That’s right, call me Sir.” His hands found their way to your butt again, firmly squeezing your rear before he lifted you up against him. A surprised sound left your lips as your legs wrapped around his middle, his eyes focusing on yours as he smirked.

The way he was looking right now was so utterly sexy to you, lusty eyes glancing up at you, his hair slightly messy and his upper body bare. You leaned in to catch his lips in another seductive kiss as Childe slowly walked back inside with you, making sure not to break the kiss. He made his way towards the bed that was placed in middle of the open room, throwing you on the mattress in front of him.

He licked his lips while watching you as you crawled to the edge of the bed, carefully sitting on your knees as you glanced up at him with innocent eyes. “What can I do for you, Sir..?”

Childe gently caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips as he absentmindedly spoke to you. “Open up that pretty mouth of yours.”

The way he spoke, low and huskily send another spark through your body, leaving you hot and bothered while a needy moan left your lips.

You tried rubbing your thighs together to gain some kind of friction as you opened your mouth, complying to his words like a decent girl. “What a good girl you are..” He whispered while holding out his index and middle finger in front of you, his other hand sliding over your cheek. “Now suck them..”

Slowly you leaned forward to wrap your lips around his finger, the light salty taste making you moan. Your tongue swirled around his dry fingers as you slowly started to move your head back and forth, never breaking the eye contact as you tried to take them in as deep as possible. “Oh, aren’t you a good one?”

Childe spoke amused before laughing shortly. The power he had when it came to you gave him an insane pleasure and the way you were complying to his demands left him almost speechless. Though there was still one thing that was bothering him big time. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, his voice harsh as he spoke. “Take your clothes off. Now. “

You were shivering in anticipation, wanting to feels his hands on your body again or his fingers in your mouth but you knew that this was only the beginning.

You rubbed your thighs together while slowly grabbing the hem of your shirt, your cheeks flushing in a crimson red shade as you slowly pulled it up and over your head. Childe’s eyes lingered on you, watching your actions oh so carefully as he bit down on his lip.

You were so turned on by him and so was he, his pants becoming immensely uncomfortable as he watched you undoing your bra. You let the piece of fabric slide down from your shoulders, your nipples hardening due to the surrounding cold as you tossed the bra away.

“Fuck..” You heard Childe mumble under his breath as he slowly stepped closer to the bed. He pressed his hands against your shoulders and forcefully pushed you down against the mattress, one of his knees pressing between your legs so you spread them open for him, while his lips hovered above yours.

“You’re wasting so much fucking time.. but it’s so nice to watch. I’ve imagined this before..” He spoke lowly while placing is hand on the side of your breasts, pressing against the skin to make them jiggle in his hands.

“But seeing it in reality is so much better, don’t you think?” His thumbs brushed over your perky nipples, sending a shock right down to your core as a throaty moan slipped past your lips. His lips pressed against yours gently to make you shut up, his hands kneading your soft mounds as his tongue invaded your mouth.

You couldn’t help but to groan softly as he ground his hips against yours firmly, the friction making you feel lightheaded as you instantly wrapped your legs around his middle. Childe pulled away from you, his breathing heavy as he pressed a small kiss to your collarbone before moving to face your breasts.

“So soft.. and beautiful.” He whispered lowly while rubbing his thumb over your sensitive nipple, teasing your other breasts with his tongue. Sensually he swirled his tongue around your hardened bud before sucking it into his mouth, lightly nibbling on it before releasing it again.

Your back arched up, your bare tummy pressing against his chest as you moaned loudly, a light chuckle leaving his lips. He pushed you back down against the mattress with his free hand, biting down on your nipple again while pressing his hips against yours. “Sir…” You muttered incoherently, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders as he moved his mouth to suck on your other nipple, nibbling on biting on the skin while his hands keeps pressing you down.

You yelped from the pain upon him becoming harsher with his bites and nibbles, your hips rolling up against his to somehow make him move. “What do you want..” He whispered against your skin, lustful eyes staring at you while he squeezed your chest.

Slowly he scooted up to sensually lick over your lips, a small groan leaving his lips as you darted out your tongue to meet his. You leaned in to kiss him but he was quick to pull away. He sat up in front of you, his hands sliding from your chest to your tummy down to your hips.

Skillfully he undid the button of your pants, smiling satisfied as you raised your hips without a need for his command. He grabbed the hem of your pants and underlying panties, carefully sliding them down your thighs in one go, humming softly as you raised your legs to help him take them off of you.

He watched you hungrily as you spread your legs wide in front of him, a small blush on your cheeks as you glanced into his eyes. “Touch me, Sir..”

You felt the burning desire pool in your stomach as you held your legs up high to give him a better view of your body, your eyes filling with a tint of neediness.

Slowly he reached out, his cold hand wandering down your lower body as you arched your back, moaning as his index finger came in contact with your clit. “Like this..?” He asked teasingly, sliding his fingers through your wet folds before inserting one finger inside you.

“Or do you want me to touch you like this..” Childe pushed his finger in and out of you slowly, a smile on his lips as he leaned down to flick his tongue against your clit. Your back arched as you moaned out his name loudly, your hands grabbing onto the soft fabric underneath you as you tried to scoot away from him.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He muttered and grabbed your hips quickly, throwing your legs over his shoulders while looking up at you. He leaned in again, his tongue sliding over your wet slit before he moved his hands closer again, this time inserting two fingers into your wetness.

He sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive bud while quickly and forcefully thrusting his fingers in and out of you, wet sloppy sounds echoing through the room.

You screamed out in pleasure, tilting your head back as you felt yourself getting close to your release faster than ever. Normally it took you much longer than that to get this riled up but with Childe’s skilled fingers and mouth, it was as easy as sliding down a hole.

You closed your eyes shut, your womanhood clenching around his fingers as he quickly pulled himself away from you, leaving you gaping and gasping for air. Your body was shivering out of pleasure as you tried to somehow gain a relieving friction by rubbing your thighs together but Childe’s firm grip on your thighs was strong.

He moved up from the bed while watching you lustfully, your eyes following his hands as they moved to unbutton his pants.

You were licking your lips eagerly while imagining the size of his cock and the way it would taste like in your mouth, crawling closer to the edge again with shaking legs. “Lay down on the edge, head down..” He grumbled while pushing his pants down to his ankles, quickly kicking them off while watching you.

Your eyes were focused on the bulge in his boxers, the way his member stood proud and tall against the fabric, leaving only a few things to your imagination. You quickly complied and rolled over on your back again, your head placed over the edge of the mattress as you glanced up at Childe while opening your mouth, sticking out your tongue playfully.

“Such a good girl, already opening up..” He muttered while pushing his boxers down to reveal his arousal to you, quickly managing to take them off before stepping closer to you. You licked your lips absentmindedly as you stared at his erected cock, standing proud in a curve, a small drop of precum sliding from the tip down its shaft.

Childe moved closer to you, one of his hands gently placed at the back of your head as he pushed down his cock and inside your mouth. He groaned huskily, the feeling of your lips around his cock being so much better than he had imagined it before.

You tried to relax as he started to move his hips carefully back and forth to thrust in and out of your mouth, all the while staring at you. Your eyes became teary, your hands grabbing onto the soft sheets next to you. “You’re taking my cock in so nicely..” He mumbled while pulling out his cock almost completely from your mouth, chuckling as you quickly gasped for air. “What a good filthy slut you are.”

You moaned against his member as he thrusts himself completely in your mouth again, his movement slowly becoming rougher and harder with every thrust.

The way your throat vibrated against his arousal made him growl, the sounds of you choking on his dick being music to his ears. He quickened his pace, one of his hands slowly making its way to your throat, his fingers tenderly wrapping around your neck.

You mewled softly against his cock as he put pressure on his fingers, the feeling of him choking you sending a tingly feeling through your body. For him it was one of the best things he had ever felt, your mouth around his cock and the way your throat tightens when he chokes you.

You nudged his thighs as you tried to pull away from his touch, the need to breathe in fresh air becoming unbearable. As he released his hand from your throat, he pulled himself out of your mouth once completely, moaning due to the sight of you heavily breathing in front of him, your chest heaving quickly up and down.

The moment he released you you felt more than lightheaded, all the blood rushing back inside your brain as your insides clenched on nothing so hard it hurt. “Please..” You murmured defeated, your words only earning a small laugh from Childe. “Please what..?”

“Please, fuck me, Sir.” You spoke, looking up at him with tears eyes as you slowly crawled to sit on your knees again. The sight of you was more than beautiful to him, the way your lips were plump and swollen, your teary eyes from fucking your throat and the pleads that were leaving your mouth. He could have fallen for you right at that moment.

Gently, he cupped your cheeks in his hands to press a faint kiss to your lips, your body shivering from the excitement. Your skin was on fire, your core so sensitive that it just needed a light touch of his to make you cum right there. One of his hands wandered to your throat again as he pulled you up from the bed, his other hand slinging around your waist as he deepened the kiss while dragging you towards the door of the balcony.

His movements were growing impatient, his grip surely going to leave a mark on your throat tomorrow but you couldn’t care less. When the cold night air hit your bare body, a dry moan left your lips. Childe smiled against your lips before pulling away from the kiss, his hand sliding from your throat up the nape of your neck, before grabbing a handful of your hair, pulling you backwards.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that? I think everyone needs to see what a good girl I have right here.” You could feel the cold railing press up against your bare ass, as he yanked your hair back causing you mewl. “Leave that mouth open for me.” He whispered and you complied to him, your hands pressing against his chest as you looked up into his eyes, sticking out your tongue. He caressed your cheek gently before grinning, spitting in your mouth while watching you with lazy eyes.

You swallowed it before a small groan left you, the taste of his saliva being something that was addicting to you.

A small action that turned you on so much and made your legs shake. “Such a good girl.. Now to the fun.” He said, his voice almost sounding like he threat as he grabbed you by your hips, forcefully turning you around and pressing you against the railing.

You could see the crowded streets underneath you, lots of people passing by which could possibly see you but your rational mind had left you long ago. “Sir, please give it to me..” You moaned out, not caring about your surroundings in any kind of way as you felt him move up behind you, his arousal pressing against your ass.

His hands moved to your butt again as he massaged each cheek, jiggling them around with his cock placed between them. “It’s really sad.. I’ve also imagined what it’s like to fuck that sweet little ass of yours.” Childe leaned closer so he could whisper in your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. “But I guess, I’ll leave that for the next time.”

With those words his hands grabbed onto your hips, carefully positioning himself at your entrance before eagerly pushing himself inside you.”Fuck.” You hissed loudly, your hands holding tightly onto the railing as his cock stretched your insides, your mind feeling hazy.

A low groan left his lips as he stayed still inside you for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your tight pussy around him, clenching him with so much need and desire, leaving him wanting for more. He pulled himself out completely, his eyes focused on his cock as he slammed himself back inside, repeating this action at a quick pace.

“Sir, please, fuck me good.” You almost screamed out, biting your lips hard to suppress any more sounds, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing above the heads of the passengers.

You could feel him chuckle beside your ear, his hand finding its way to your throat again as he pulled your back up against his chest, quickly thrusting himself in and out of you at a merciless pace. “Let me hear your beautiful voice.” He moaned out, his free hand wandering down between your legs to rub your sensitive clit.

Several filthy sounds slipped past your lips, your eyes widening due to the immense pleasure. “Childe.. “ You moaned out, your hips moving back against his to meet his thrusts, a hot burning feeling slowly building up in your abdomen.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, breathing heavily as Childe pushed roughly in and out of you. A small scream left your lips as you grabbed onto the hand that rested between your legs, your nails digging into his skin as you walls clenched around his cock.

Childe was swearing next to your ear, his pace not dying down as you came hard around his cock, feeling his own pleasure building up inside him. “Shit..You’re so beautifully tight.” He moaned, not even thinking about giving you a minute to calm yourself down from your orgasm.

His hand continued rubbing your clit, the over stimulation sending almost sending you over the edge right again.

Childe’s fingers slowly tightened around your throat, his pace slowing for a few seconds as you felt like you were about to pass out. He slammed himself back inside you as he felt his own orgasm slowly building up. “Cum for me again, babe.” He whispered huskily, releasing your throat from his grip, the blood rushing back into your brain, the pleasure inside you burning hot as you came a second time.

The way your walls clenched so wonderfully tight around his cock drove Childe crazy, his thrusts becoming harder again, his breathing uneven as he bit harshly down on your shoulder.

Another loud moan left your lips as Childe pulled himself out of you, his fingers wrapping around his cock as he pumped his shaft quickly up and down. A loud groan left his throat as he came over your ass, gently slapping his cock against your skin, coating it with his cum.

“You’re incredible..” He muttered as he came down from his height, your body shivering and your legs weak as you leaned over the railing, trying to catch your breath.

He laughed softly while watching you, gently caressing your side while still panting slightly. “Shall I take you back inside?”

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