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lewisvinga · 3 months

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around the world | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; influencer y/n decides to do the trend of showing off her outfits with lewis as they traveled around the world.

warnings; none ??

word count; 815

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested! this was longer than expected😭😭

masterlist !

“Okay, ready?” Y/n questions after setting up her phone on the desk in their room. They were currently in their hotel room in Las Vegas, almost ready to leave for the opening of the Las Vegas Grand Prix when she got the idea to shoot the tiktok.

“Wait, what do I do again?” Lewis asked with a chuckle, smoothing down the long black coat he wore on top of a black top with a deep v-neck.

“I showed you like 20 times, Lew.”

“Was too distracted by your pretty face.”

Y/n playfully rolls her eyes, ignoring the blush on her face as she holds one hand out. “Just clap my hand while crossing your legs at the same time.” She explains while copying the motion.

Since they were known as a fashionable couple who always matched, she wore a similar outfit to his but in a dress form. She wore a midi tight black dress with a v-neck and a matching black coat. They both wore their matching pearl necklaces from Valentino and even had matching sunglasses. She of course had her black mini Kelly in hand, an anniversary gift from him from a couple years prior.

“Ready, Lew?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, gorgeous.”

Y/n puts on the countdown and takes a couple steps back to make sure their full outfits are in the frame. The moment the song began, she held her hand out and Lewis did exactly what she explained to him.

“Perfect, now I just gotta remember when we go to Abu Dhabi.”

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“Okay, now we do the same but in these outfits,” Y/n explains again, adjusting her phone in his driver's room. Fortunately, she was quick to remember to record the next part of her TikTok.

They both wore baggy red pants but Lewis wore a white Mercedes shirt while she just wore a plain white blouse with a white Lady Dior in hand.

“Same thing as last week, right?” He asked with a smile as she began the timer.

“Exactly!” She nods in reply, her smile matching his. The song began to play and they copied the same movement they did the week before. Once it was over, she quickly grabbed her phone to check the footage. “Oh, this is gonna be amazing once we finish!”

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“Roscoe, sit,” Lewis tells the bulldog who wore a wide smile. They both watch as Y/n props up her phone on the front porch of their home in England.

The ground was white with snow and the sky let more snowflakes fall. They were wearing layers upon layers due to the freezing temperatures. Of course, they had matching navy blue jackets, and even Roscoe wore a matching vest. Their pants were both black but he wore black boots while she opted for navy boots.

She adjusts the grey scarf she wore that matches his as she starts the timer. “Roscoe, smile for the camera!” She exclaimed, rushing over to stand on the other side of the dog.

Roscoe was seemingly posing as the song began once again, and again Lewis and Y/n did the same movement.

“Roscoe is gonna look so good in that one!” He lets out a laugh, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he bends down to pet his bulldog’s head.

“He’s such a good boy, aren’t you, Roscoe?”

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“Ending it with Brazil?”

“To let the fans know it’s our honeymoon.” Y/n replies in a ‘duh’ tone. She smiled at him and glanced at their matching outfit once again. Lewis had decided to take his braids out and wear his natural curls for the summer, something he usually does when he isn’t racing.

His honey-brown curls were tied into a low bun and covered by a blue hat. He wore an oversized yellow Nike shirt and an earth-green tone pair of baggy pants. Y/n opted for wearing a skirt the same color and a blue Christian Dior tote bag instead of the cap. She also wore a yellow Nike top but it was fitted instead of loose.

It was one of her favorite outfits in one of their favorite countries. Brazil was always special to him and it became special to her, hence their honeymoon location.

“Okay, last one, and be ready!” She exclaims, pressing the countdown once again.

Lewis couldn’t help but stare at her with adoration in his eyes and a loving smile as they did the same moves for the last part of her video. He can already see all the comments they’d get on how he stared at her but he honestly couldn’t care.

He zoned out as he watched Y/n get excited over the video. He was eternally grateful that he was able to go around the world with his wife by his side.

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muzansfangs · 8 months

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Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?

They accidentally see you naked.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;

Format: short imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;

Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.

The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.

Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.

You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.

Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.

‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.

Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.

The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.

On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.

Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.

“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.

You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.

Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.

“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.

Oh, boy, he definitely did.

Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.

Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.

You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.

“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.

Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.

As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.

“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.

“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.

As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.

The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.

Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.

You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.

“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.

“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.

‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.

Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.

Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.

You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.

You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.

A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.

Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.

That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.

Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.

Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.

But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.

You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!

“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.

“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“In the bathroom?!”.

“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.

There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.

It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.

“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.

“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.

Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.

Byakuya Kuchiki.

Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.

It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.

Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.

He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.

Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.

You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.

Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.

But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.

He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.

“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.

The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.

He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.

His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.

The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.

As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.

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hoesformatt · 2 months

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CAR SHOW

chris smut, ANOTHER DREAM COME TO LIFE (y’all i had real bad writers block after the bad turn out with my marathon)

dom!chris • poc!reader friendly

not proofread

contains: missionary, making out in an elevator, couch sex, public foreplay, oral (fem!recieving), fingering, pet names, missionary, no use of y/n, lots of touching/groping, BOLD CHRIS

word count: 1.4k

the smut starts off at a car show in chicago (obviously) very crowded and the whole nine, js telling y’all

Surrounded by all my girls and my hood, the streets were filled with people admiring and betting on the cars, you could guess this is would be straight out of fast and furious.

Slipping between people packed like sardines, Teanna and I searched to find Wicked. We approached the brown-skinned completely tatted up man with the blunt between his lips “Wicked, how much for that uhm— blue car ova there” I pointed even though there was people surrounding the car so you couldn’t even see it anyways.

“G, which blue car? There’s that mo’ fucking teal one, the navy one…” he went to list all of them then asking for the model of the car.

The navy hellcat began to backfire and I specified it putting in 500 hundred and Teanna went against my bet for the opposite bright-green car. We dapped up Wicked leaving the spot going towards our friend group but recognised an unfamiliar faces. I brushed shoulders with one of the boys and he looked back with him catching a glimpse of his glimmering blue-irises before his lips curled into a slight smile.

I tugged on Teanna’s matching jacket to mine to see if she noticed them “Where he from?” I singled him out.

“I don’t fucking know” I constantly went to glance back to him as he got farther til he was beyond me. Or not. He walked up to me about half an hour later already noticing those eyes from under the street lights “What car did you bet on?” He asked me semi-yelling over the loud voices around us.

“Navy blue— half a band” I answered pausing between my sentence “What’s your name” I quizzed “Christopher, and you?” He gazed out to search for what I was looking for when I wasn’t staring into his eyes.

“Sweet mama” I said jokingly cracking up between the syllables, he chirped his head towards me before scrunching his face and laughing his ass off. Christopher’s laugh was contagious as he held his stomach trying to calm himself down. He licked his lips with that cocky smile still plastered on his face “It’s just a nickname or whateva”

I choose not to tell men my name up in these places because I usually just have flings here and there and I didn’t want guys hitting me up after getting good pussy for the first time in they’re lives.

“Where’d you get 500 bucks to bet on cars?” Now he getting too curious but I couldn’t take my eyes off Chris’ handsome ass face, nose—so rideable, lips—so kissable, cheekbones—insanely sharp and eyes—so lustrous. “Are you from here? I ain’t never seen you out here” I averted the conversation while I analysed his build, he caught me wandering around inappropriate places “Nah, I’m from LA”

I stand correct, climbing closer to Chris’ body to feel the heat emitting from his body “I’ve never fucked no LA boy before”, we laughed together once again just chatting and our conversation escalated quickly as the pre-game alcohol I had began to flow throughout me.

At this point we were only waiting for the race’s to start but Chris was getting impatient as my back was facing him with him forearm cutely wrapped around my neck to pull my ass upon his crotch.

He discreetly parted my thighs that were before meshed together and started to move his hand up my skirt, his middle finger grazing the wet part of my panties. “You’re already soaking for me” Chris’ plump lips were felt on my ear as he whispered into them. Sliding a finger past my slick cunt, I whimpered quietly as if somebody could hear us. Chris teased my clit between his now two fingers until he removed them to slip them into my mouth making me suck my wetness off. “What are you tryna do mama” His sultry voice sung music in my ears.

“My penthouse is right back here” I pointed to the luxury apartment across the street not even five minutes away from where we were. I gripped on his wrist trudging through the large crowd, pushing everybody in our way including Wicked.

“What the fuck is you doing with LA” Referring to Chris I just rolled my eyes continuing to weave around people. Quarter past we finally got to my complex and our arousal peaked as he was stuck kissed at my neck while tightly holding my waist until we saw the elevator open in-front of us.

Chris and I climbed in as I groped his bulge through his black tinted jeans, palming him while the elevator doors closed slowly. He let his groan leave his mouth when the doors shut and we continued to mesh our lips, sloppily touching each other until he looked up at the elevator camera in the left corner then brushing it off gripping my breasts from under my skimpy tube top.

Not wasting time before the door opened, I pushed up knee to create friction against his bulge earning desperate moans from him. Chris’ lips lapped with mine, he grasped my neck drawing me in closer. “I need to taste you mama”

I hummed but the ding sound of the elevator arriving at my floor stopped me, Chris lifted me with ease and I helped him by wrapping my legs around his waist and I directed him to my door.

Dropping me once we got inside my place he locked the door behind him, getting back to me quickly tearing of my jacket to then stripping off my clothing, starting with my tube top—down to my miniskirt making me close to nude. Left with my lacy patterned bra and basic black thong (I knew I was getting dick tonight).

Chris laid me down on my back onto my L shaped couch, he split my legs, propping them up to yank off my thong to apply his face near my heat and licking at my clit. Sucking on it Chris eyes were one mine as his tongue danced along my warm folds taking off my wetness and replacing it with his saliva. “Chrissss”

His name dragged throughout my lips while Chris used his two finger to spread my sticky folds and inserting his index pushing it knuckle deep into my pussy. “You taste so sweet mama” Chris held my hips down because I was rocking them up too desperately for the warmth and plumpness of his lips. He separated from my cunt adding another digit in to stretch me out and prepping for his cock.

Abruptly pulling his fingers from my cunt and dragging me closer up to his crotch, Chris unzipped his jeans teasingly removing them. Fuck.

Chris’ cock was thick and lengthy making me shocked but not surprised. “You’re gonna take this dick like a good girl for me” I nodded in anticipation, watching him jerk his length on my entrance before leaning into me and inserting it leisurely as my eyes began to well with tears “So fucking tight, Shit”. Attempting to blink them off, the feeling of being stretched to my limits started off uncomfortable until Chris bent down to kiss the tears from my cheek while slowly sliding in and out of me.

Wet from my last orgasm he quickly adjusted in me with his hands were carefully held my waist. Beginning to pick up his speed, my body jerks along with Chris’ cock rubbing against my insides, pushing in harder and deeper with every thrust he took. Using his grip over my hips to brush my g-spot, I yelped loudly with the sensation it gave me “Right there Chris! Don’t stop— Yes!”

His groans got louder as my walls clamped around his length that was twitching inside of my pussy. The waves of pleasure shocked through my spine causing my back to arch fiercely along with my orgasm chasing me.

My moans and screams told Chris I was close “Cum with me baby, cum all over my cock” his lewd words drove me over my climax, my body trembling beneath him as he caressed my stomach alongside his length bulging out and the feeling of the warm liquids filling me up before he pulled out and the fluid spilled from my pussy and he pressed it back in.

Chris licked off the remaining moisture from the inner-thighs, piercing me with his icy blue eyes as he did it “I should stay for the night” Chris insisted. “But the show” I reminded him

“I can give you a show mama”

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holdmytesseract · 9 months

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All The Right Moves

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen - and decides to join you...

Warnings: this is a songfic? fluff, dancing, suggestive smut - it gets quite a bit hot and steamy

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: Some of you were quite a curious about the 'Secret Project'. I told you about. Well, here it is - and it's a birthday gift for @muddyorbsblr ! 🥳 We talked about those gifs and she told me about the story she imagined - and I immediately started to write it; knowing that her birthday was coming up. 🥰 Bestie, I really hope you like this! Happy Birthday! ❤

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002

Peeps I think might be interested in this one... @smolvenger @anukulee @lokiforever

°☆• Masterlist •☆°

This is basically based on this song...

... and this scene...

The High Rise was still bustling with the people who lived inside the big building, despite the fact that it was quite late in the evening. Robert had to work a few hours longer today, resulting in the sun already setting, as he stepped through the big doors of London's biggest, most modern skyscraper.

It was early June - the beginning of the summertime, and it showed. The days had gotten longer and the nights shorter; temperatures steadily rising. Several children were still awake; running around, laughing and having fun - just like the adults. Countless men with bottles of beer and women with swim attire crossed his paths; probably planning on throwing yet another party. Like they always did. Robert though, was tired. A long day stuffed to the brim with work was behind him and all he wanted to do, was to spend some quality time with his wife, perhaps eat something and then fall into bed to catch some much-needed sleep.

Taking one of the elevators, he leaned against the metal wall and waited almost impatiently for it to make that familiar 'ding' sound; announcing that it arrived on the 25th floor. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.

Robert walked straight to yours and his apartment then, literally storming through the door; shutting the loud and annoying world out.

As soon as the door was closed shut behind him, a relieved sigh left his lips. He had been quite a bit lost in his own thoughts, when the sound of music - coming undoubtedly from the kitchen, pulled him back down to earth in the here and now.

And some aces up your sleeve

I had no idea that you're in deep

I dreamt about you near me every night this week

It caused an immediate smile to appear on his lips. Robert knew that song. By heart. It was one of your favourites - and became over the years one of his favourites, too.

How many secrets can you keep'

′Cause there′s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow

When I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep

Spilling drinks on my settee

The doctor took off his dress shoes, placed them neatly beside your shoes and put down his working bag. Then he made his way quietly, but quickly to yours and his shared bedroom, slipping out of the greyish black suit jacket he wore; the tie following immediately. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, Robert felt finally comfortable and 'free'.

The music wasn't extremely loud, but he could still hear every word.

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Being only in his matching suit trousers and white shirt now, he sneaked up to the kitchen. Carefully, he lurked around the corner. There you were, in the middle of cooking something which smelt like spaghetti Carbonara - but undoubtedly heavenly; blasting one of your all-time favourites. You were definitely feeling the music with all your heart and soul. Robert could tell, because you had abandoned the pots and pans, in order to dance.

Crawlin' back to you.

Ever thought of calling when you′ve had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I've thought it through

As soon as the refrain hit, your dance moves increased. Robert leaned against the door frame, watching you with a smile; hands buried in his trouser pockets. How you moved so gracefully. How your light blue knee-length summer dress flowed with every move you made. And he watched, how happy you seemed to be. It made him happy in return as well - and his heart to beat faster with the love he felt for you.

You had your back towards your husband and therefore hadn't a single clue that he was even there. But when the last line of the refrain sounded through the kitchen, you turned around...

Crawlin' back to you.

The sight of Robert standing casually in the door frame with a soft, but amused smile on his lips caught you off-guard, of course. You visibly flinched; hand flying up to your heaving chest. You could practically feel your heart thumbing against your palm.

Then your cheeks reddened; feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But once the realisation set in, that it was your husband standing in front of you, a small giggle slipped past your lips. "Robert!"

So have you got the guts?

Been wondering if your heart's still open and

If so I wanna know what time it shuts

Simmer down and pucker up

I′m sorry to interrupt it′s just I'm constantly

On the cusp of trying to kiss you

I don′t know if you feel the same as I do

But we could be together, if you wanted to

With 'Do I Wanna Know?' still blaring in the background, you closed the distance between yourself and your husband. Without saying much, you placed a small kiss on his soft lips, in order to greet him. Automatically, your hands landed on his well-trained chest; displayed through the way too tight white shirt he wore.

While Robert's hands found their way to your waist, you rubbed his pecs with your palms in an affectionate manner. "How was work?" The doctor just shook his head. "I don't want to talk about work, darling." You raised an eyebrow and crooked your head in slightly amused confusion. "You usually always talk about work, honey."

Robert licked his lips; baby blues gazing deeply in your Y/E/C ones. "Later. I don't want to talk now. What I want is to dance."

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Before your brain was entirely able to process what Robert just said, he suddenly pulled you with a quick movement closer against him. So close, that your chest collided with his. You let out a small yelp; having not expected this 'bold' move.

Crawlin' back to you.

Robert's timing was perfect, to say the least. With the peak of the refrain, he started to dance; causing your body to sway with his, of course.

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

(Calling when you′ve had a few)

'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I′ve thought it through

Robert had always been a great dancer. You knew, but he showed it to you once again...

With one hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he moved his hips in sync with yours. His head lowered; forehead pressed against yours. Your hands had wandered as well; moved from his chest to cross behind his neck. Therefore, that you were so close to one another, the dance became quite intimate very fast - and utterly intense. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body; his big, warm hand splayed over the clothed skin on your back - on the verge of touching your ass. You could smell his expensive, rich cologne; him and letting yourself drown in it.

You and Robert literally danced on a thin line between romance and eroticism. Tendencies to the latter. And when he switched positions, you knew exactly how this dance was going to end.

Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Robert let go of you and took a few steps back. As soon as his touch left your body, you already missed it; longing to feel him again. But you were not the one in control... He was.

Taking your hand in his bigger one, he lifted both your arms and signalling you to twirl yourself around - which you did with a small giggle; dress flowing in the air once more. Although that 'foolish', girly, little giggle soon faded into a sinful, quiet, little moan, as your husband caught you mid spin with his free arm around your middle, and pressed your ass against his crotch. That was the moment you started to lose it.

Robert splayed one big hand over your lower abdomen; keeping you snugly pinned against him. If that wasn't already torturous enough, he started to move and grind in hips to the beat of the music - and what you felt through the thin layers of clothing caused a gasp to fall from your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, Robert had a naughty smile on his face; knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

(Do I wanna know?)

Too busy being yours to fall

(Sad to see you go)

Ever thought of calling darling?

(Do I wanna know)

Do you want me crawling back to you?

You were in such a haze; totally lost in the way Robert danced with you, that you didn't notice where he was leading you. Therefore, you found yourself trapped between your husband and the kitchen counter by the end of the song.

With the last line, Robert spun you once more around - this time in his arm, and pressed you against the wooden surface. A small, shocked yelp escaped your lips, before your eyes widened in realisation. The position Robert put you in only now dawning on you. Despite that you were quite flustered, you had nevertheless gained a little bit confidence.

Lifting your hand, you let your fingers toy with the opened buttons of his shirt. "Dr. Laing... How naughty..." You tutted playfully; shaking your head. Unfortunately, you weren't able to stay serious and broke out into another fit of giggles.

Robert loved that about you. Your sweet tries to act all dominant and seductive, but you were way too shy and flustered.

The doctor caught your wandering hand easily mid-air and pinned it against his own chest; his large palm swallowing yours whole. "Nu.Uh, Mrs. Laing. If I recall that correctly, you are the naughty one..." Robert stated; letting his gaze drop. His baby blues were no longer staring into your Y/E/C ones. "You started this, didn't you? Dancing to such a quite erotic song... You literally begged for this to happen, am I right?" He underlined his words by pushing you closer against the counter; hips colliding with yours. You gasped - audibly; eyelids fluttering shut. "R-Robert, I-I-I-"

He didn't need to see or hear more to know, that he was right. Your reaction was clear evidence.

"You got yourself in this situation..." Your husband whispered deeply; hoisting you up on the kitchen counter. "And now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Robert announced with a wolfish grin, before you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. You swallowed hard. You were in trouble - because of a damn song!

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thebunnednun · 3 months

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 2

Clown fuckers of the world unite!

Part 1

Chapter 2 my loves! I forgot to mention this in my last post but please comment your thoughts! I want to see what you all found humorous and what you’d like to see more of. If there are any tags I missed feel free to comment on them! :3 <3 Btw, the reader almost kisses the clown. ON WITH THE SHOW!

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“I can’t fucking believe you convinced us to do this.”

Zoro was being a drama mama in the corner of the massive tent you built. Who knew that a 120-berry tent would come in handy? After a little bit of sweet talking you managed to convince some of the entertainers to sell you a tent the Russian circus could be proud of.

Everyone was able to fit inside and even used the piles of salvageable goods for makeshift walls. Zoro had gotten ready in a black fitted vest and some casual grey slacks. You were applying some smoky black eyeliner and purple eye shadow with a light hand. “Sanji finally got Usopp to stop crying. I don’t think it’s healthy for him to be here right now. I mean he finally put down that piece of wood.” This ship was more than a vessel, it was your home. Where Sanji cooked meals, and everyone took their place beside each other.

“Yeah, well, it would boost morale. Let’s try to put on a brave face for the others tonight." Your offer of reason just made him sigh, "Fine. But then back to reality." You roll your eyes and shoot him a smile. You knew Zoro was just being a butthead. Exiting your “room” together allowed you to bump into Robin and Chopper. “Looking cuter than usual, papa.” Chopper basked in the compliments and gave you a twirl. He found a big red bowtie and some matching blue shorts.

Robin was wearing a royal blue jacket that resembled a ringmaster's coat. She offered a warm but tired smile. “Where’s Usopp?” “Right here my sweets!~” Sanji emerged with a red-eyed Pinocchio. Sanji was dressed in simple black and blue attire while Usopp managed to find something of a forest green. You yourself decided on a vampy look. A black dress with red mesh for sleeves and a pair of deep red chunky heels. Who gives a shit about practically when you look sexy?

Luffy emerged scratching his rear with Nami swatting his hand away. He was in his usual chances but was convinced to put on a normal T-shirt with a star design. Nami looked like a magician's assistant with a similar smoky black vest and plum skirt combo that complimented her figure nicely. Brooks looked as though he was auditioning for the part of a lion with how voluminous his fro was looking.

You nodded at each other and he spoke, “I’d say we clean up rather nicely for having just been shipwrecked.” It was good to see him returning to his elegant self. “Of course, we can’t just parade around as is. So.. I brought masks!” You gleamed while holding up a shopping bag. A mix of groans and snickering.

Everyone took a mask that hid their face completely or partly. To be fair, it would be easy to spot the Straw Hat crew even without the literal skeleton following around. Seeing the sun begin to dip you all decided to get going before night. On the way everyone soon fell into pleasant conversation while following you and Zoro.

“Okay, first we eat! Then, we can play games.” Luffy cheered while running to the outdoor food court. Zoro (finally smiling) rolled his eyes and chuckled,” I’ll go with him and make sure he doesn’t eat the stall itself.” Robin took Chopper to the bounce house while Sanji’s interest was captured by a woman in a red leotard. Usopp was looking around some of the merchant stalls and you were happy to trail behind Brooks as he began to try his bones at ring toss.

The night was a serene affair with warm, salty air, and a gentle breeze that stirred the surrounding foliage. Sitting on a bench overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean, you felt a sense of happiness and contentment. As you looked around, you noticed that the darkness of the area was a bit creepy, but the beauty of the surroundings made up for it. Your friends had survived a shipwreck and were now enjoying the town's festival, but you had no idea what it was about.

Looking over the crowd, you saw many people, including children, wearing masks of all shapes and sizes. As the newest member of the group, you didn't even have a wanted poster yet. Since you always hid your face, there was no point in wearing a mask, right?

Just as you were about to remove your sweaty mask, you heard deep chuckling, sounds of thunder, and children screaming. The mixture of sounds was strange and unnerving, and you felt a sense of curiosity rising within you. Turning away from the ocean, you followed the sounds and found yourself making your way towards the fun house.

Children began to pour through the back doors of the fun house as you did your best not to bump into anyone. Coincidentally, Brooks and Usopp had the same idea. “AHH Y/N DON’T DO THAT!” Usopp shrieked, jumping into Brooks' bony arms and immediately falling. The surrounding children found this amusing. “It’s not MY fault if you’re so jumpy.” You dusted off your heels and looked around. Things seem to be calmer now but something about the house seemed…. Off.

Brooks seemed to sense your discomfort. “Maybe the lady would prefer if we left this area? We could still catch up to the captain and grab some tea before the show.” You shook your head, ”Nah, I’ll be okay. Let’s go in together though. There’s something strange about this house.”

Taking one last look at the outside the three of you stumble into the “fun” house. ‘Fun house my ass,’ you thought while trying to regain your footing. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you realized it was indeed an old house. However, it was decorated more to the liking of some 1860s vampires. There was the faint smell of mothballs.

“This looks more like a horror house,” Usopp quipped and began touching the walls. Brooks was silent looking at a skeletal dummy in the corner. You placed a hand on his scapula,” Yeah buddy, try not to think about it too much.” Slowly you all made your way into a corridor that split into different hallways. “Do we split or stay together?” You wondered out loud.

“Ya don’t get a choice, sweetheart.” A gruff voice answered.

Suddenly the floor gave out from under your doormat, “Y/N!!” the unusual duo screamed with hands outstretched. You slide under the floor, barely missing their fingertips. A metal slide was delivering you somewhere but there could only be a basement under the house, right? Seeing a neon light at the end of the circular tunnel you stopped yourself before falling out completely. You placed a hand out to feel some surface before slipping and dropping onto a concrete floor.

“Fuck,” this was harder than the sandy landing you were blessed with earlier. After regaining your breathing and sitting up your eye finally adjusted and noticed that the neon light was actually multiple lights. Surrounding you was a maze of silly mirrors that distorted your image completely. “No wonder those kids got out. But NOOO I just had to bring Scooby and the gang in here!” You rubbed your sore ass before dusting off. Thankfully, your heels weren’t broken and you didn’t feel any bumps on your head.

But, getting outta this one was going to take some skill. You notice that the wood surface you felt was another trapdoor that spits you out. However, it was already closed, and no telling when it would open again. Your only option would be to try the maze and do your best. Sighing you pulled out a little tube of red lipstick from your cleavage. Better to Hansel and Gretel your way out than be lost the whole night. That was if you made it out at all. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. The staff has to do a sweep and my friends wouldn’t leave without me anyway.’

The thoughts you offered yourself held comfort. But you’d be lying if you didn’t feel scared. Particularly, it felt as if someone was watching you. Looking around the room and doing a little head shake you strolled up to one of the mirrors and fixed yourself before uncapping the deep red lipstick and touching up your lips.

However, your gaze wandered and you could see something watching you from behind another mirror. “Ah!” you turned around suddenly with your back against the cold glass. Nothing, of course, was there. Simply a figure of your imagination.

But, you knew something was there. And you began to mark each mirror with an angry red slash. Looking over your shoulder gave you little security.

Wait….

Great, now you were hearing things. Because you could’ve sworn you heard a faint,” Yo ho,” and the sound of men's boots following you. “I need to get the fuck outta here.” Step, step, step, step, silence. What was the voice you heard before you fell? It was too deep to be Usopp but also not mature enough to be Brooks. Maybe someone over a monitor was watching you guys? Finally, with mercy, you reached a door that led to a staircase. Taking small quiet steps you held your breath and felt relief when you heard no sounds behind you.

Just as you were about to reach the door it was flung open and strong cold hands grabbed you. “Y/N!!!” You felt a familiar long nose and afro in your face crushing you into a tight hug. Your sweet goofballs have found you! Returning the hug with much vigor you breathed a sigh of relief. “Now don’t you ever disappear through the floor again!” Brooks scolded, waving his arms widely. You let out a soft giggle and he couldn’t help but let the anger melt away. “I can’t promise anything. But what happened to you guys?” Usopp began to spin a wild tale about fighting off monsters and being the one to locate you. “There is Pinocchio ass goes again,” mumbled Brooks rolling his sockets. You could see why those kids were scared. But something deep down inside told you that it wasn’t because of the mirrors. “Let’s get outta here already. I’m sure the others are looking for us.”

The trio made their way to the food court where Luffy was arguing the advertised size of a Jumbo Philly cheesesteak hotdog with an embarrassed Nami and Zoro patting his stomach. Robin was enjoying some warm tea in a travel mug and Chopper had gotten you a big soft pretzel. “Nice job papas,” you mused and rubbed his head affectionately. Sanji strolled up (having just been banned from the kissing booth) and handed Nami a cake plushie. “Something sweet for someone sweet~” She rolled her eyes but accepted the plush peace offering. You tried to shake off the past events but could see Brooks whispering to Luffy and Zoro.

They looked at each other and continued to talk in hushed whispers.

Looking around you realized the booths seemed to be… Deserted. There was no life in them anymore. “I think it’s time for the show. Let’s get going.” Zoro took the lead and everyone gathered their goods. He bumped his hip with yours slightly and you looked up from your pretzel. The green bean haired male raised a single eyebrow at you and you shrugged looking ahead. It’s not like you actually got trapped down there. It was just.. nothing. “It was nothing,” your explanation is accepted, for now, as the Green giant hummed in response. You decided to hang back a little and joined hands with Robin and Nami. Chopper got to ride on Usopp's shoulders for the sake of time.

Arriving at the big top you all paid 4 bounty a ticket. It was a little dark when you first stepped in. Looking around you decided to take hold of Zoro's arm for a little help walking. Luffy whipped out a wad of cotton candy and you traded half your pretzel for it. A hum of excited children and families surrounded you all as everyone took their seats in the middle of the stands.

Suddenly, the spotlight came on and a huge puff of smoke developed inside the ring. Whipping your eyes, you found yourself staring at all the performers. You even saw the lion from earlier! Searching for the man that gave you the flier your eyes tried capturing everyone from the sea of entertainers. Acrobats, jugglers, contortionists, and… a single clown?

His eyes were closed but he stood in the center of all the chaos. Around you, children and parents lost their minds cheering, clapping, and waving to all the performers.

Finally, the clown opened his eyes. He wore a ringmaster's coat, nothing like Robins, and sported a blood-orange pirate hat. Two blue ‘ribbons’ (you guessed) hung from either side of his hat. The boots he wore didn’t look like performance shoes either. And the makeup he wore didn’t look like a typical clown. He had painted his mouth into a permanent blood-red smile. And then you noticed his nose. It looked as though he tapped a rather large orange to his face.

Wait. Did you just see the nostrils twitch as he breathed?

“Huh, that’s pretty strange-” “BINKY?!” Luffy shouted prompting Nami to immediately slap her hand over his loud mouth. “SHHHH!” she hissed into his ear. But she herself looked slightly worried.

The clown man immediately seemed to shift his focus on the group ahead of him. Zoro was now sitting tensely and at attention. “Psst, whose Binky?” you whispered. “Tell you later. Right now, we all need to leave this circus.” Your brow furrowed. Leave? Over a pirate clown?

“There’s no way we could get up without him seeing us,” said Usopp, putting a hand on your shoulder. You could tell his energy was off. “I knew I remembered that voice from somewhere.” Luffy’s smile deepened into a frown. Everyone was acting so fucking weird. You were about to voice your concerns when a familiar voice cut you off-

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, children of all ages, thank you, truly. It will be my personal pleasure to entertain you all this evening.~”

The clown had now stepped closer to your group. Zoro tugged your sleave but you couldn't help take your eyes off the flashy clown before you.

“Oh…”

You caught yourself about to speak but quickly bit your lips together. Not to be dramatic, but his eyes were a really fucking pretty shade of green. The blue tones around his eyes complimented them so well. You didn’t hear much of what he said, only noticing when he waved his hands at the other performers who either disappeared or got into place.

Zoro couldn’t help but spare you a glance. “Y/n, are you seriously checking out the clown?!” He grunted through closed teeth. Quickly, you shook your head no and looked around that stadium. Luffy was still frowning. Nami was holding onto his arm and you could see Robin pull Chopper into her lap with Sanji putting a protective face on. “Damn, clown,” was all you heard from the seats next to you.

Placing your hand over Usopps, you try to offer him some comfort by running your thumb over his hand. The first act was a simple trapeze act with the performers mixing it up at the end by juggling and riding a unicycle out. Then there was the lion and sheep man but the routine wasn’t comedic. However, you couldn’t stop sweeping over the crowd looking for that green-eyed clown.

And from the looks of things he had no problem finding you.

“Mmm,” you let go of your ruby lips to see him transfixed on your face, head tilted. Almost like he was studying you. You quickly looked away from the act and touched your cheek. Wait, Fuck. You must have dropped your mask in the funhouse when you fell. Looking out the corner of your side, you could still see him staring at you curiously. You decided to close your eyes and try to land back on earth.

‘Everything is going to be okay. I’m safe right here and Zoro will tell me what happened when we get back to the ship.’ The reasoning was stopped when you heard loud screams.

“OH MY GOD!”

A mother (presumably) had cried out along with many other children.

Opening your eyes, you saw the clown's body standing perfectly still as the lion’s face made a puffy expression.

“HE ATE HIS HEAD! HE ATE HIS HEAD!”

Regrettably, you couldn’t stop the, “Oh Shit!” that came out of your mouth causing you to gain a few harsh glares from the parents around. Unconsciously rising to your feet, you leaned in closer to see the damage done. “Where’s his blood?” A few children began to cry a disembodied voice could be heard from the lion.

The sheepman ran over, opened the lion's jaws, and the clown's body walked over and plopped his head back on like nothing happened. The stands fell silent once more before more cheering and screams EXPLODED from the people around you.

“Y/n sit down.”

Oops, forgot you were still standing.

The clown seemed to be drinking in all the attention and flashed an admittedly sexy smile. He raised his arms over his head and a hush fell over the people. “Thank you all for your attention. Now for this next act, I need a volunteer please.” If you weren’t interested before you sure were now, even if you didn’t raise your hand. Zoro, clearly annoyed began to tug at your hand, “Y/n sit-”

“Would the young lady with the cherry red lips please step forward?”

You were blinded once more by the other spotlight as you held your hands up to protect your vision. The light dimmed a bit and you could see everyone, staring at you expectantly, excluding your crew mates.

They were busy staring at the clown in front of you with an outstretched hand. Taking his cue, he shot you a wink and urged you forward. If only your feet would cooperate.

“Don’t be shy now. I don’t bite~” he teased while flashing his teeth. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t do something for you. Not to mention there was this little heartbeat down there that started-

“Aww, maybe she’s shy. Everyone! Let’s give this young lady a round of applause!”

He raised his arms once again and began to clap along with everyone. A single gloved hand shot out towards you urging you to take its hold. Softly pressing your smaller hand into it you were then gently tugged forward towards the ring.

However, you couldn’t feel your legs and as you stepped forward your heels betrayed you again, leading you to tumble down the stands into the arms of the clown before you with your lips-”

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And that wraps up chapter two, my loves!!

Part 3 Here!

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invisibleraven · 8 months

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I like your shoelaces for SweetTarts!

If there was one thing to said about Carrie Wilson, was that she knew fashion. All her outfits were the newest designs and latest trends by the biggest names. Even when she was wearing a simple pair of sweats and a top, they probably cost more than was sensible and had a famous name on the label.

However, Carrie was also practical, knowing her friends couldn't afford high end stuff, making do with bargain bin clothes, and when it came to the boys, stuff they found thrifting. She had tried once to bring them shopping for nicer stuff-even offered to pay-but they claimed they were happy enough wearing their 90's style duds and she let it go.

Well, at least until the band made it big-then she dictated their style for red carpets and awards shows, with them being more than happy for her to lend her expertise.

Except Reggie.

Reggie had exactly one suit-a overly large, baggy grey one with a dull tie and a set of black dress shoes to go with it. Which he wore to every formal event.

So days before a big press event, when Carrie asked to see their looks, she knew she shouldn't be surprised to see Reggie in his signature suit. "no," she said, slipped and final.

"Aw come on Care! This suit is classic! Vintage is in!" Reggie protested. "I bet you can find one thing you like about this look."

"I like your shoelaces," she said wryly.

"Thanks, I stole them from the President!" Reggie chirped, but then caught sight of her confused, and unamused expression and turned sheepish. "Sorry, stupid internet meme."

Carrie sighed, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "Look, you guys refuse to hire a stylist, so I'm what you got, and Reggie, I love you, but that suit ain't it."

"What's wrong with it?" Reggie asked, crossing his arms.

"Where do I start?" Carrie asked, hands on her hips. "It's way too big for you, the colour washes you out, the cut of it is wrong for your body type, the material is way too heavy for LA, and it's boring." She took a hold of Reggie's shoulders then, staring him right in the eye. "And you, Reggie Peters, are not boring."

"It was my Pops' suit," he finally said quietly. "He left it for me when he died, and it was like keeping a part of him with me."

"And that's lovely," Carrie replied honestly. "But he would want you to look your best while honouring him-not dragging his stuff around like you're a kid playing dress-up."

"Okay," he sniffled. "Let's get me a new suit then."

Carrie did a little fist pump at that, commanding Reggie to change and dragged him to an upscale boutique for a fitting. Her treat, and she paid extra for things to be done on time.

Reggie walked away with three suits-a pure black one with a matching shirt and tie, a light grey one that was more the vintage style he was after, and a funky red satin one with black butterflies decorating the jacket and vest.

That was the one he wore to the big press event, Carrie in her signature sparkly hot pink on his arm. And stuffed into the breast pocket was a plain white pocket square-one of several she had made from the lining of his old suit.

And Reggie claimed Pops would have loved that-just as he was sure the man would have loved her.

"I'm sure I would have loved him too," she said, adjusting his tie as the photographers snapped picture after picture. "Almost as much as I love you."

Reggie pulled her in for a kiss then-and that was the shot that graced the news reels of them the next morning. And the one she got a copy of for their bedroom, which stayed there, right alongside their eventual wedding photos, and a frame containing a pair of simple black laces.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

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illussy · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request La squadra (separately) with an S/o coming back from a mission early and seeing that their partner isn't back yet so they decide to sneak in and wear their clothes out of curiosity or comort. And they come back to see their S/o wearing something of theirs in the open. Just some cute fluff stuff if that's okay 😋

a/n: omg im so sorry this took so long D: i misunderstood this request at first and i thought it was about LS using the clothes of their partner and then getting caught dfjdfjkj i had to do it all over again damn djfdjf but i had so much fun doing this!!!! thank you for requesting n.n i'm sorry if i got too carried away with the spicy hehe

as always♡ feel free to request something else if this is not of your likings!!

Warnings: afab reader, sliiight nsfw and sexual connotations, and i think that's all??

Risotto

Not exactly surprised. He already knew that sometime in the future you would be either asking him directly or rummaging secretly into his wardrobe to steal a particular garment.

Either if you did it out of curiosity or to feel him closer, it doesn't really matter. It was really cute to see you struggling with the belts and complex patterns.

Walking near you, he grabbed you from behind, cold hands on your exposed waist, to look at you in the mirror. Retouching the strips of the jacket so it could cover more of your chest cavity, you felt him pressing into your back as his hands started roaming your body.

"Keep it. Black looks so much better on you~"

Biting his lower lip, Risotto gave you a kiss on the top of your head before pulling apart and heading off the room, leaving you dumbfounded and blushing.

Prosciutto

"I- uh… thought you were in the shower.."

Flustered and heavily blushing from seeing you in nothing but undergarments and his jacket suit, Prosciutto hesitates between going in or closing the door to give you privacy.

Won't admit the effect it provoked on him just from seeing you like that, he's keeping a stern face the whole day. He just…never knew you could look so hot in his working attire.

After confessing it's something you've been used to doing very often when he's not home, gets kinda mad and lectures you about how wrong it is to root around in someone else's stuff.

Offers to buy you a matching set similar to his for your size so you two could match and you also won't have to go through his wardrobe (without permission) again.

Definitely ask you to use that outfit more often, especially when you're going out for dinner or having a special night in your shared bedroom.

Pesci

Stuttering, he tried to form a coherent sentence without looking directly at your body, but just couldn't help the way his jumpsuit hugged your attributes so well.

If you make a scene of taking it off infront of him, he'll quickly step in to stop you, but won't make any physical moves to do so.

If you decide to make a show out of it and model a little bit, however, he'll be stiff with a red face the whole time. Don't get him wrong, he's really enjoying it, it just makes him so nervous to see you like that. If he does get over the embarrassment, occasional comments about your new look will be heard from him.

In the next few days you'll notice that Pesci is leaving more of his similar outfits at your reach if you wish to try them on too. Don't forget to show him though!!

Illuso

Every time you asked to try on one of his outfits he always denied you. He is so picky about his own stuff and wants nobody touching on them. Not because you could ruin them or something, he knows you'd take care of it, Illuso's just really vain about it.

However, as soon as he sees you with his usual set, he's melting. You look so hot in it he gets kinda jealous at the mere thought of you stealing the spotlight in HIS outfit.

Won't explicitly say you look better in it, but will make a few comments from time to time. Poor guy he's just having cognitive dissonance he doesn't even know how to properly react.

Takes it off of you slowly with a smug smirk on his face the whole time, remarking that you'd look hotter without it. Whether you believe this or not it's up to you, yet you can be sure that he's gonna make you have a great time if you let him.

Formaggio

Whistling and howling like a dog in heat.

"Fuck babe have your tits ever looked so fine like this?"

Complimenting every single part of your body like he's seeing it for the first time. Man is going completely feral.

Most probably has a noticeable bulge and is not even ashamed about it. If you make a comment regarding it, he'd just blush and smirk, stating it's not his fault you're just so hot.

Wants to try on your clothes too so you two could be matching like a cliché couple, and also suggests taking pictures of it, even though it's more of Maggi touching and grabbing everything he can reach than actually taking a good selfie.

Won't be able to concentrate for the rest of the day and if the capo reprimands him for that, he'll blame it on you. God forbids him if you decide to do it on a busy day, as much as he tries, probably won't get over the chastising he'll receive.

Sets a day in the month to make an outfit swap so you two could make your everyday life with the clothes of your partner. He insists on changing undergarments too no matter how much you could refuse.

Melone

"Oh?"

Smirking the whole time. Does double takes between your chest and your eyes and is not subtle about it at all.

Caress your waist and let his hands roam all over your thighs and hips. Tries to be smug and steady about it but upon close you notice he's slightly shaking, as if trying to hold back the excitement.

He'll try to initiate something by giving you bedroom eyes, so you might have to stop him before he gets the wrong idea. He'll be pouty but can be satisfied with just a kiss.

Suggest the idea to dance while dressed the same, you get to choose the song and rhythm. He says he really wants to have an intimate moment as a couple but also really wants to see your body moving in the tight outfit.

Whatever you choose to do, Melone is happy with simply having you by his side, and he also will get over it, but the image of your features will be engraved on his mind for quite a long time.

(Truly thinks going out in a matching outfit it's so romantic nonetheless).

Ghiaccio

His brain malfunctions and he's paralyzed with eyes wide open as if you just went nuts and he got to witness that moment.

Realizes he's staring after a few seconds and gets so embarrassed but also can't hold back the gaze because holy shit those pants look so good on you.

Tries to mask all that horniness with anger, returning his face into his usual scowl and starts yelling about how you're there meddling with things that aren't yours when you could potentially break something, damage it or mess it up, but you notice he's kinda struggling to complete a full phrase without stuttering or faltering or just keeps silent for a little bit to gulp. It's almost awkward to see.

If you tease him he'll gonna deny it into oblivion and state that you're being dumb and don't know what you're talking about, and it's also stupid to dress up as your partner.

Rambles about not having time for your silly games and has more important things to do than to watch you get dressed, but then doesn't leave the room at all and acts like he's suddenly reorganizing the closet, occasionally looking at your way.

You'd either have to leave the place first or play along long enough for him to finally break.

Sorbet and Gelato

Sorbet has a habit of knocking before entering so it's most likely he wouldn't find you in a compromised position, yet if he really has to go in, he'll probably enter right away without much warning but leaves really quick.

In this case though, he does a double take with brows furrowed 'cause he's not sure he's seeing it right. Once getting enough confirmation, he just simply nods with a reversed smile as an approbation. Sorbet really doesn't think much of it. It'd be different however, if you insisted on him to stay with you a little longer.

Gelato pretty much enjoys invading other people's privacy, not because he enjoys watching them, he just likes to catch them on awkward moments so he can laugh to himself later on. And you're most likely not an exception.

As soon as he sees you with his jacket on, a mischievous smirk appears on his face, as he closes the door behind and gets closer to you. If the sounds are loud enough, it'll get Sorbet to come in to see what's going on and hopefully join.

If they both caught you together… oh boy…you can be certain that you're not getting out of that room for the whole day or at least until you learn your little "punishment" they insist you deserve. Not that you would complain much about it either;)

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satashiiwrites · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day Fic Preview

Well… Grammerly appears to be glitching for me tonight so no editing was done. I’m hoping to start posting this sometime next week (ha!) and stay on task to get done by the middle of February.

Someone tell my muse to quit adding subplots.

Anyways, this is still draft 2.0 version of this.

Title: Sleepless in LA

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Eventual endgame Buddie, mentioned Buck/Abby, Eddie/Shannon, Eddie/Ana, and Buck/Ali

Fic Summary:

Navigating the aftermath of Shannon’s death, Eddie never thought he’d be a widower by age thirty-two and raising a kid on his own without any help. When Christopher calls in to one of those late night talk radio shows asking how to help his Dad, Eddie realizes that he needs to try and move on for Christopher’s sake so he reluctantly starts dating what everyone tells him is the perfect woman for someone like him.

It turns out Christopher and he have much different ideas of just who they need.

Buck has had a terrible year. His physical injuries from the truck bombing were bad enough but having Ali leave him seems like a sign from the universe that he’s always meant to be alone. Listening to the radio at night, he hears the most adorable kid ever talking about how his Dad is sad and needs a new partner—LA kids are pretty progressive and this Christopher kid isn’t particular if his Dad ends up with a woman or a man. It almost gives him hope but who would want to date a firefighter who can’t help anyone?

A chance encounter on a pier, a natural disaster, and a promise made to meet up at the Griffith Park Observatory on Valentine’s Day brings together two soulmates who in another life would have met very differently.

tags: second-ish draft. Heavily inspired by Sleepless in Seattle, Alternative Universe (Eddie doesn’t join the 118) with alternative first meeting, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, grief, angst, set vaguely in season 3, misunderstanding/assumed death (not really dead), we’re not purposefully going to bash any other canon relationship, timeline what timeline?

I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living—Anais Nin

They buried Shannon on a Tuesday—she’d died the previous Thursday. Everything had moved at lightning speed since then, except when time slowed to a painful crawl designed to hold Eddie in this new hell he found himself in. His parents had arrived Saturday, and his mother had a comment for everything, like a leaky faucet.

Drip. How could she leave him again?

Drip. Well, she had abandoned them first, and this was just a pattern of bad behavior…

Drip. It was terrible that all of Shannon’s family was dead and wouldn’t be at the funeral to mourn her.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

A continuous, poisonous litany that made him want to scream in rage at the world until it all just stopped hurting.

Eddie had loved her—still did love her. Didn’t he? She was the mother of his son—the best kid ever. He would die without Christopher and she’d given him to Eddie.

Never mind the divorce she’d asked for when he’d taken her out with plans on rekindling their relationship fully only a few days earlier.

Never mind how hard he’d been trying.

Still—Shannon had been his wife. He’d loved her even though it was complicated. She was Christopher’s mother. No matter what had happened before she hadn’t been planning on leaving them both by dying.

(Even if she had been leaving him again. Divorce felt permanent…)

LA in March was sunny like always even if he felt like the storm cloud around his head was doing nothing but pour out the flood of tears he couldn’t seem to let fall down his cheeks.

He had Christopher to think of and be strong for and protect.

Eddie held onto Chris as they both tried to hold it together, ignoring the discomfort of new dress shoes and a too tight shirt collar underneath the too warm suit jacket he’d bought so they’d both match as his mother had insisted on. They’d spent too much on them and he’d already mentally swore to never make Chris or himself wear them again.

The priest finished the brief prayer and encouraged Eddie and Chris to step forward to make a last goodbye. The thorns had been cut off the rose stem but it was still pricking his fingers as he was holding it too tight. Chris buried his nose in the blood red flower petals, taking a deep sniff before kissing the rose and then throwing it to rest on the casket lid. Eddie followed suit, curling his arm around Chris who was clinging to his side like he was afraid Eddie would fall in and join Shannon in her grave.

Stepping aside after a moment, he lifted Chris into his arms. Chris was getting a bit too big to do this but they both needed it right now. The small nose that tucked into his neck to hide from the rest of their family let loose a few sniffles and the too-tight collar was getting wet but he ignored it and rocked side to side as the rest of his family and his entire shift of coworkers placed flowers into the grave then lined up to express their condolences for his loss.

A sad smile and nod of understanding from his captain—Ronnie Cooper. Lena grimaced as she stepped up and gave him a bone crushing hug while stroking her hand down Chris’ back with a soft, ‘if you need anything—anything at all you call me.’ Logan, Calley and Stover fumbled their way through variations of ‘Sorry for your loss’ with their girlfriends hanging awkwardly on their arms. Stover was twice divorced but thought he might try marriage again with his current girlfriend who looked a bit wide-eyed at being introduced to the rest of the station at a funeral. Logan and Calley went through relationships like tissue paper but were good guys, their dates appropriately subdued to match the mood.

Eventually, though, it was just him and his family lingering around the gravesite.

“Eddie,” his mom called gently, her hand resting on his elbow as she urged him to start walking towards the car. “The funeral luncheon will be starting shortly.”

Funeral luncheon. Abuela was hosting it because he was too much of a disaster in the kitchen to even think of hosting it. Never mind how disorganized he’d been about arranging everything else.

Shannon hadn’t even been catholic but they’d had the funeral done that way because his mother had insisted and Eddie hadn’t had the energy to argue with her about it. A mass followed by a prayer before the burial and then a luncheon to follow where everyone would eat Abuela’s best recipes that could be made in large enough quantities fast.

“Do we just leave Mom here?” Chris’ voice cracked and warbled, his hands tightening into tiny fists in Eddie’s shirt.

“Oh Mijo,” Eddie said, trying to tuck Chris’ head back into his neck but Chris was fighting him and wanted to be let down.

“We can’t just leave her here!”

“She’s not here,” Eddie tried to soothe his distraught son. “Your Mom’s gone to heaven.”

“How do you know?” Chris asked, eyes glassy with distress.

“Because your Mom loved us,” Eddie said. “And when you love that much, sometimes heaven needs you.”

“But we need her!”

“I know Mijo. Mom’s watching over both of us now—all the time. From heaven.”

In response, Chris just thumped him in the chest with his small fists as he cried into Eddie’s neck. The absolute sobs of despair wracked his thin frame, fighting his grief physically as well as emotionally.

It was heart breaking and all Eddie could do was hold him.

“I’m here, Mijo” he whispered, over and over again as his heart broke one more time. “I’m here.”

#Buddie #buddie fic #fic preview #second-ish draft #sleepless in LA #evan buckley #eddie diaz #valentine fic #holiday fic #angst #alternative first meetings #alternative universe #grief #mention of other canon relationships #vaguely set in season 3 #timeline what timeline

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mollymauk-teafleak · 2 years

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Id love to hear some more about the matchablossom babies!

Yay! Thank you so much!

So their eldest daughter Keiko is interested in skating from a very young age and shows an awful lot of talent. She has to beg a little for her daddies to let her skate at S, they tell her not until she's 14 even when she points out that Uncle Miya was younger when he started

Eventually they relent and let her enter (Kaoru takes the most convincing honestly, Kojiro was just going for a united front). She skates under the name Petal and spends ages designing her outfit, painting flowers on her sneakers and up the back of a jacket like her daddy's. Her first beef is against her Uncle Reki who they know will give her a fair match but never play dirty (though Kaoru still gives him a very stern talking to before had than genuinely terrifies him)

Kaoru does ask Keiko to let him upload Carla into her board so she can keep her safe but honestly, she is more of a freestyle skater like her daddy and most of the time just casually chats to Carla as she skates, ignoring her safety suggestions

That image of the guy holding up his baby to the security camera at the grocery store so their face is big on the TV? Thats Joe with all of his babies with the cameras at S

Also him tucking babies into his jacket and zipping it up to keep them cosy out late on the mountain

Keiko also shows an interest in art, one night Kaoru and Kojiro are called to the police station because she was caught graffitiing. Kaoru is trying very hard to be stern parent but he's also like....this is really good?? Once her grounding sentence is done, he lets her paint on the walls of his studio instead and supports her art wholeheartedly

Their son Keitaro is the one who shows an interest in AI and coding, they joke that the only time he ever sits still is when he's at the computer. He's also best friends with Reki and Langa's son Ollie (half named in honour of Langa's father, half so they can make the skateboarding joke)

Their youngest baby Bella is a bit of a surprise, they thought they were done but they took a second honeymoon to Italy and yeah. Things happen after romantic walks in the rain on Italian beaches. She looks identical to her papa and acts a lot like him too, but she's the one who shares Kojiro's interest in cooking and will end up working at Sia la Luce when she's older

#headcanons #matchablossom #sk8 #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry

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maximoaguilar · 1 year

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the echoing sound of a sigh that has been held back for far too long, a calm demeanor broken by the swing of a fist, the smell of fresh sheets, a leather jacket that like him has been worn by the passage of time.

✦ PEDRO PASCAL, CISMALE, HE/HIM ✦ MAXIMO “MAX” AGUILAR the FORTY-THREE year old has been in Hidehill for HIS ENTIRE LIFE (THREE YEARS SINCE HIS RETURN) and was a ACQUAINTANCE to Carter Thompson, one of the shadows. Whispers on the streets are that the SECURITY AT THE VANILLA UNICORN (FORMERLY) / SECURITY AT LA VELA (CURRENTLY) who lives in HOVE LAKE are said to be DEDICATED and CLOSED OFF but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. WRITTEN BY MEL.

TRIGGER WARNING: death, birth complications, pregnancy, infidelity, emotional abuse, smoking, grief

⸻ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

Max was born in Hidehill to Hector and Josephine Aguilar -- a seemingly happy couple when the familiar sounds of screaming matches weren't resonating from their Hagfield property. Max was their only child, knowing his mother for a grand total of two minutes. She died shortly after giving birth to him, something that Hector would never let him forget.

Hector Aguilar was a man who rarely said a word that wasn't dripping in anger, especially to his only son. That is, until he met his second wife, Rebecca. The first year of their courtship was peaceful for Max, the now nine year old no longer being the subject of his father's attention. Shortly after the pair married a year after, however, Hector showed his true colors. The now eleven year old Max soon essentially began to raise his much younger stepsisters, who he cared for as if they were his own flesh and blood.

Hector and Rebecca were like teenagers in their own right, so intrinsically lost in themselves and their relationship that Max was sometimes left wondering if they remembered they even had children.

By the time Max reached high school, the child was on the straight and narrow. He would rarely ever engage in extracurriculars, even going as far as to be the one to pick up his sisters from school when he got his drivers license.

When the time for college came, as assumed by most, Max knew the only prospect he felt that he had was to protect. He had protected his sisters his entire life, it was what he did best. And so, it was no surprise when he began to work in private security.

He made the decision to move as far away from Hidehill as possible, knowing that he had never been able to get away from the responsibility that his father and stepmother had forced upon him.

His first stop was Florida, when he came into the crosshairs of Pablo Martinez. It was he who moved young Max up the ranks and soon enough, he began guarding some high-profile clients.

Five years ago, he relocated to Los Angeles as he was sent on a new assignment, protecting a beautiful, fan-favorite a-list celebrity by the name of Sylvie Dubois. She would change his life forever, the pair soon falling into an affair and staring at a positive pregnancy test.

While Sylvie herself was recently separated, unable to be set free due to a controlling ex who would not let her ruin his perfect life, as he put it. This did not stop Max and Sylvie from bringing their son Mason Aguilar into the world. Sylvie kept herself from the public eye throughout that time, knowing that their dalliance would cause nothing but scandal.

Something in Max told him that this was his endgame, him and Sylvie together raising Mason, soon surrounded by a white-picket fence. He was planning on asking Sylvie to marry him over dinner, but that plan was shattered when the pair got in a car crash on the way to Max's property. Sylvie died on impact, while Max sustained very severe injuries. Mason, luckily, was spending time with the elder of his two stepsisters.

Now left with their child and a shattered heart, Max knew he couldn't stay in California anymore. Thus, the only thing he could do was move back home and make some effort of giving himself and his son a fresh start.

Working for Adriana simply made sense, especially considering his work with her father over the years. He does his job as best as he can, serving not only as her personal assistant but as security for both her and the employees of The Velvet Unicorn. His place in Hove Lake acts as a very calm, quiet solace in the midst of chaos.

FROM SEASON ONE: Max was attacked and taken from his home by Carter Thompson and Nadia Kucuk, where he was later brutalized by the three Shadows alongside Marcus Shaw. While Marcus succumbed to his injuries, Max did not. He has carried the guilt with him ever since, wondering if it should have been him.

⸻ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

While Max does have feelings for Adriana, he would sit back and let the rest of her life unfold if it meant that she would be happy. Even if it means him suffering in silence.

A known cigarette smoker. On late nights, there are very few times when he will leave the club to take a smoke break outside.

Loves his son more than anything else in the world, but it is getting harder and harder to deny that his son looks almost exactly like Sylvie. His first real love, the woman who taught him what it means to be alive.

Firmly believes that he destroys everything in his wake and that he is the problem in the lives of the people that he loves.

A very soft-spoken, thick-skinned individual, unless someone gets close. Adriana and the employees at The Vanilla Unicorn are some of the very few who sees his softer side.

MORE TO COME.

⸻ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

Playlist

Self Para: Max's Attack (Season 1)

⸻ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

Friends: Kit Blackthorn, Dallas Parker, Julian Nieves, Brielle Perez, Emmeline Astor-Roberts, OPEN

Essentially his children: Kit Blackthorn, Dallas Parker.

Exes ( any gender - 0/2 ): OPEN

Hookups/FWB ( former or current ): Julian Nieves ( former ), OPEN

Love Interest: Adriana Martinez ( closed forever and ever )

Coworkers: Lakeyn McCray, Adriana Martinez, Dallas Parker, Danny Alexander, OPEN

These are just ideas, I'm here and ready for all the plots!

#max // about #hidehillintro

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Imagine if you’d been dating Harry for ages and all the fans love you and him together cause you’re always super nice and love talking to the fans too (maybe you’re slightly famous like an actor or work in fashion or something?) and you’re kinda in the background when Harry is meeting fans before the show, offering to take photos and chatting with them all🥺

okay so let’s pretend hslot has a meet and greet before hand… that’s the dream right? ;

“Love, y’sure you’ll be alright?” Harry asked as you stood off to the side of the room, nearer the drinks and snacks bar stand.

“Yes, H. I’ll be fine!” You replied.

Harry was worried about leaving you alone, although still in the same room as him, when his fans came in for their meet and greet. There wasn’t masses of them, but still enough for if they wanted to gang up and shout at you, which you’ve insisted many times to Harry is a silly notion, that they could successfully do so. You were in the media industry, a photographer no less and you’d met Harry on the shoot for Another Man - having been his designated photographer for the day. He swore he loved you at first sight. Since that shoot you were constantly with each other and the fans fell in love with you more and more each day, however there were still the ones who despised you - that’s what, or rather whom, Harry was worried about tonight.

He looked so good tonight, you could barely focus on anything else. Harry was in his outfit for stage and he was wearing pink trousers, cream-white boots and a gilet style jacket made out of glittery tassels. He was so beautiful and his skin was glowing so gorgeously, from spending the last week or so in LA. You were coordinating with him and were wearing a pink blazer with matching pink pants and then a cream-white bralette underneath the jacket with the same cream-white boots as him. You both couldn’t look more like a couple if you tried. Lambert had taken so many photos of you both, happy that you’d managed to unexpectedly coordinate so well with each other.

It was a soulmate thing, you told him.

It was around 40 minutes until showtime now and the fans should be arriving any moment now, for their opportunity to get photos with their idol.

“Just don’t like leaving y’alone.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around your neck so he could hold you closer. Your arms rested on his inner arms, feeling the warmth of his skin so smoothly as he swayed you from side to side.

“Well i’ll be by the snacks if y’need to find me.” You laughed and so did he, making you feel better that he was feeling a bit better too.

“M’kay.” He said softly and leant down to give you a soft kiss to the lips, cupping you chin lightly so he could pull your further into him. He tasted so good and fresh and he felt so hot against you. He pulled away with much reluctance and smiled when he saw your strawberry-tasting lipstick now slightly smudged. “Did I mention how hot you look tonight?”

“Only a few times.” You smiled and bit your lip as his eyes gazed over you, soaking up every detail of you, your body and outfit. You knew you looked pretty damn good, because you felt so good too.

“Only a few? Well that’s not good enough, is it?” He asked rhetorically, straightening your blazer slightly so the collar wasn’t crooked.

“You can make up for it later.”

“Oh, i’ll make sure of it lovie.” Harry raised his eyebrows and kissed your cheek, before Jeff told him to go stand over by the wall where photos would be taken. He left you be, with a childish pout to his face, and did what he was told.

It was another minute before the fans piled into the room, being told to form an orderly queue within the lines they’d marked out. You took a water bottle and drank from it as the first girl walked up to Harry, the poor thing shaking like a leaf. You watched as Harry comforted her, hugging her only slightly. Everyone here was obligated to wear a mask and also be vaccinated with a negative test result. If you weren’t vaccinated you couldn’t meet Harry, regardless of whether your test was negative. There were very strict rules, but it was for the safety of everyone - including touring staff who were more vulnerable.

A few of the other girls did their solo photos, before asking for a group one too. They were all coordinating in their outfits, but just different colours so they made a rainbow. Harry thought it was genius and made positive comments on all their outfits. You could tell it had made their year, let alone their day.

Once the first group was done they were told they could refresh themselves with some snack, before they would be escorted to their seats because they were in their own pit area. You smiled with your eyes at the group of rainbow girls approaching the table, moving out of the way so that they could grab what they wanted.

“Y/N?” One of the girls asked, the one wearing lilac actually.

“Hi, hello!” You waved awkwardly, not sure whether this was going to be the confrontation Harry had warned you about.

“Can we get a photo?” They asked politely, which made your eyes widen. You’d never been asked for a fan photo before, even when out in public with Harry. You’d always preferred to stick to the shadows unless instructed otherwise, just because you hadn’t always appreciated how good you looked, but now you were feeling great so you didn’t have a problem with it.

“Sure, yeah.” You nodded as the girl brought her camera up to snap a few selfies with you. You smiled through your mask and stuck up a peace sign - just like Harry had taught you to do.

“Thank you so much. You look amazing, by the way.” They complimented your outfit.

“Thank you! So you do lot! You’re giving me heavy TPWK vibes.” You pointed to them and they laughed, agreeing that that is in fact what they were going for.

“Can I get a photo too, sorry?” The green girl asked and you had to admit that they probably looked the best, but maybe you were just biased because that wad your favourite colour because they reminded you of your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, ‘course y’can.” You smiled and they came to stand closer to you. You took a few selfies with them and then the blue one asked too. It wasn’t long before you’d taken selfies with the full rainbow. “Shall we have a group photo?”

“Oh my god yes please!” They all cheered at the same time and you called over one of Harry’s security guards to come take a picture for you.

You all huddled together, you in the middle of them. You were stood in between green and yellow, so your pink outfit sort of ruined the flow of colours but they didn’t seem to mind. They especially didn’t seem to mind when Harry sneaked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your head. He squeezed you tight and everyone’s faces were super happy when the next few photos were taken.

“What’re you playing at?” You asked him, taking your arms off the shoulders of the girls and turning your head around to face him since he wasn’t letting go of your waist.

“Was told to come tell you to stop being a bother so these lot can go and find their seats.” Harry smiled his cheeky grin, knowing that he phrased that in a less than pleasant way.

“A both—”

“Y/N was no bother at all.” Green girl came to your assistance, protecting you against Harry’s playful accusation.

“Yeah we asked to take the photos.” Red girl stepped in next, blushing when they realised that Harry was actually staring at them with a smile on his face.

“Alright. Just this one can be trouble sometimes.” Harry tickled your waist, which made you squirm and laugh.

“Oi i’m not trouble, y’prick.” You whacked him in offence, just joking and the fans could tell because they were all laughing at you two. You noticed that one or two of them were filming you both, or taking photos, and so you tilted your head back onto Harry’s shoulder as he held you tight - feeding the fans the content that they so desperately wanted.

“Thank you so much Y/N. I love you Harry. Thank you Harry.” They all spoke bc over each other as they were escorted out of the room and off to their seats, Harry being told he had ten minutes until stage.

Harry just held you tight, kissing you at every opportune moment until the sounds of Golden called him away.

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Underground, Part 1

[Author’s Note: A year ago, when waiting for the DC Metro, I came up with an idea for a short story involving two realtors and the infamous Las Vegas Underground House, typed up an outline, and shoved it away in my documents where it sat neglected until this month. The house recently resurfaced on Twitter, and combined with almost a year of quarantine, the story quickly materialized. Though I rarely write fiction, I decided I’d give it a shot as a kind of novelty McMansion Hell post. I’ve peppered the story with photos from the house to break up the walls of text. Hopefully you find it entertaining. I look forward to returning next month with the second installment of this as well as our regularly scheduled McMansion content. Happy New Year!

Warning: there’s lots of swearing in this.]

Underground

Back in 1997, Mathieu Rino, the son of two Finnish mechanical engineers who may or may not have worked intimately with the US State Department, changed his name to Jay Renault in order to sell more houses. It worked wonders.

He gets out of the car, shuts the door harder than he should. Renault wrinkles his nose. It’s a miserable Las Vegas afternoon - a sizzling, dry heat pools in ripples above the asphalt. The desert is a place that is full of interesting and diverse forms of life, but Jay’s the kind of American who sees it all as empty square-footage. He frowns at the dirt dusting up his alligator-skin loafers but then remembers that every lot, after all, has potential. Renault wipes the sweat from his leathery face, slicks back his stringy blond hair and adjusts the aviators on the bridge of his nose. The Breitling diving watch crowding his wrist looks especially big in the afternoon glare. He glances at it.

“Shit,” he says. The door on the other side of the car closes, as though in response.

If Jay Renault is the consummate rich, out-of-touch Gen-Xer trying to sell houses to other rich, out-of-touch Gen-Xers, then Robert Little is his millennial counterpart. Both are very good at their jobs. Robert adjusts his tie in the reflection of the Porsche window, purses his lips. He’s Vegas-showman attractive, with dark hair, a decent tan, and a too-bright smile - the kind of attractive that ruins marriages but makes for an excellent divorcee. Mildly sleazy.

“Help me with these platters, will you?” Renault gestures, popping the trunk. Robert does not want to sweat too much before an open house, but he obliges anyway. They’re both wearing suits. The heat is unbearable. A spread of charcuterie in one hand, Jay double-checks his pockets for the house keys, presses the button that locks his car.

Both men sigh, and their eyes slowly trail up to the little stucco house sitting smack dab in the center of an enormous lot, a sea of gravel punctuated by a few sickly palms. The house has the distinct appearance of being made of cardboard, ticky-tacky, a show prop. Burnt orange awnings don its narrow windows, which somehow makes it look even more fake.

“Here we go again,” Jay mutters, fishing the keys out of his pocket. He jiggles them until the splintered plywood door opens with a croak, revealing a dark and drab interior – dusty, even though the cleaners were here yesterday. Robert kicks the door shut with his foot behind him.

“Christ,” he swears, eyes trailing over the terrible ecru sponge paint adorning the walls. “This shit is so bleak.”

The surface-level house is mostly empty. There’s nothing for them to see or attend to there, and so the men step through a narrow hallway at the end of which is an elevator. They could take the stairs, but don’t want to risk it with the platters. After all, they were quite expensive. Renault elbows the button and the doors part.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he says as they step inside. The fluorescent lights above them buzz something awful. A cheery metal sign welcomes them to “Tex’s Hideaway.” Beneath it is an eldritch image of a cave, foreboding. Robert’s stomach’s in knots. Ever since the company assigned him to this property, he’s been terrified of it. He tells himself that the house is, in fact, creepy, that it is completely normal for him to be ill at ease. The elevator’s ding is harsh and mechanical. They step out. Jay flips a switch and the basement is flooded with eerie light.

It’s famous, this house - The Las Vegas Underground House. The two realtors refer to it simply as “the bunker.” Built by an eccentric millionaire at the height of Cold War hysteria, it’s six-thousand square feet of paranoid, aspirational fantasy. The first thing anyone notices is the carpet – too-green, meant to resemble grass, sprawling out lawn-like, bookmarked by fake trees, each a front for a steel beam. Nothing can grow here. It imitates life, unable to sustain it. The leaves of the ficuses seem particularly plastic.

Bistro sets scatter the ‘yard’ (if one can call it that), and there’s plenty of outdoor activities – a parquet dance floor complete with pole and disco ball, a putt putt course, an outdoor grill made to look like it’s nestled in a rock, but in reality better resembles a baked potato. The pool and hot tub, both sculpted in concrete and fiberglass mimicking a natural rock formation, are less Playboy grotto and more Fred Flintstone. It’s a very seventies idea of fun.

Then, of course, there’s the house. That fucking house.

A house built underground in 1978 was always meant to be a mansard – the mansard roof was a historical inevitability. The only other option was International Style modernism, but the millionaire and his wife were red-blooded anti-Communists. Hence, the mansard. Robert thinks the house looks like a fast-food restaurant. Jay thinks it looks like a lawn and tennis club he once attended as a child where he took badminton lessons from a swarthy Czech man named Jan. It’s drab and squat, made more open by big floor-to-ceiling windows nestled under fresh-looking cedar shingles. There’s no weather down here to shrivel them up.

“Shall we?” Jay drawls. The two make their way into the kitchen and set the platters down on the white tile countertop. Robert leans up against the island, careful of the oversized hood looming over the electric stovetop. He eyes the white cabinets, accented with Barbie pink trim. The matching linoleum floor squeaks under his Italian loafers.

“I don’t understand why we bother doing this,” Robert complains. “Nobody’s seriously going to buy this shit, and the company’s out a hundred bucks for party platters.”

“It’s the same every time,” Renault agrees. “The only people who show up are Instagram kids and the crazies - you know, the same kind of freaks who’d pay money to see Chernobyl.”

“Dark tourism, they call it.”

Jay checks his watch again. Being in here makes him nervous.

“Still an hour until open house,” he mutters. “I wish we could get drunk.”

Robert exhales deeply. He also wishes he could get drunk, but still, a job’s a job.

“I guess we should check to see if everything’s good to go.”

The men head into the living room. The beamed, slanted ceiling gives it a mid-century vibe, but the staging muddles the aura. Jay remembers making the call to the staging company. “Give us your spares,” he told them, “Whatever it is you’re not gonna miss. Nobody’ll ever buy this house anyway.”

The result is eclectic – a mix of office furniture, neo-Tuscan McMansion garb, and stuffy waiting-room lamps, all scattered atop popcorn-butter shag carpeting. Hideous, Robert thinks. Then there’s the ‘entertaining’ room, which is a particular pain in the ass to them, because the carpet was so disgusting, they had to replace it with that fake wood floor just to be able to stand being in there for more than five minutes. There’s a heady stone fireplace on one wall, the kind they don’t make anymore, a hearth. Next to it, equally hedonistic, a full bar. Through some doors, a red-painted room with a pool table and paintings of girls in fedoras on the wall. It’s all so cheap, really. Jay pulls out a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket along with a pen. He ticks some boxes and moves on.

The dining room’s the worst to Robert. Somehow the ugly floral pattern on the curtains stretches up in bloomer-like into a frilly cornice, carried through to the wallpaper and the ceiling, inescapable, suffocating. It smells like mothballs and old fabric. The whole house smells like that.

The master bedroom’s the most normal – if anything in this house could be called normal. Mismatched art and staging furniture crowd blank walls. When someone comes into a house, Jay told Robert all those years ago, they should be able to picture themselves living in it. That’s the goal of staging.

There’s two more bedrooms. The men go through them quickly. The first isn’t so bad – claustrophobic, but acceptable – but the saccharine pink tuille wallpaper of the second gives Renault a sympathetic toothache. The pair return to the kitchen to wait.

Both men are itching to check their phones, but there’s no point – there’s no signal in here, none whatsoever. Renault, cynical to the core, thinks about marketing the house to the anti-5G people. It’s unsettlingly quiet. The two men have no choice but to entertain themselves the old-fashioned way, through small talk.

“It’s really fucked up, when you think about it,” Renault muses.

“What is?”

“The house, Bob.”

Robert hates being called Bob. He’s told Jay that hundreds of times, and yet…

“Yeah,” Robert mutters, annoyed.

“No, really. Like, imagine. You’re rich, you founded a major multinational company marketing hairbrushes to stay-at-home moms, and what do you decide to do with your money? Move to Vegas and build a fucking bunker. Like, imagine thinking the end of the world is just around the corner, forcing your poor wife to live there for ten, fifteen years, and then dying, a paranoid old man.” Renault finds the whole thing rather poetic.

“The Russkies really got to poor ol’ Henderson, didn’t they?” Robert snickers.

“The wife’s more tragic if you ask me,” Renault drawls. “The second that batshit old coot died, she called a guy to build a front house on top of this one, since she already owned the lot. Poor woman probably hadn’t seen sunlight in God knows how long.”

“Surely they had to get groceries.”

Jay frowns. Robert has no sense of drama, he thinks. Bad trait for a realtor.

“Still,” he murmurs. “It’s sad.”

“I would have gotten a divorce, if I were her,” the younger man says, as though it were obvious. It’s Jay’s turn to laugh.

“I’ve had three of those, and trust me, it’s not as easy as you think.”

“You’re seeing some new girl now, aren’t you?” Robert doesn’t really care, he just knows Jay likes to talk about himself, and talking fills the time.

“Yeah. Casino girl. Twenty-six.”

“And how old are you again?”

“None of your business.”

“Did you see the renderings I emailed to you?” Robert asks briskly, not wanting to discuss Jay’s sex life any further.

“What renderings?”

“Of this house, what it could look like.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Jay has not seen the renderings.

“If it were rezoned,” Robert continues, feeling very smart, “It could be a tourist attraction - put a nice visitor’s center on the lot, make it sleek and modern. Sell trinkets. It’s a nice parcel, close to the Strip - some clever investor could make it into a Museum of Ice Cream-type thing, you know?”

“Museum of Ice Cream?”

“In New York. It’s, not, like, educational or anything. Really, it’s just a bunch of colorful rooms where kids come to take pictures of themselves.”

“Instagram,” Jay mutters. “You know, I just sold a penthouse the other week to an Instagram influencer. Takes pictures of herself on the beach to sell face cream or some shit. Eight-point-two million dollars.”

“Jesus,” Robert whistles. “Fat commission.”

“You’re telling me. My oldest daughter turns sixteen this year. She’s getting a Mazda for Christmas.”

“You ever see that show, My Super Sweet Sixteen? On MTV? Where rich kids got, like, rappers to perform at their birthday parties? Every time at the end, some guy would pull up in, like, an Escalade with a big pink bow on it and all the kids would scream.”

“Sounds stupid,” Jay says.

“It was stupid.”

It’s Robert’s turn to check his watch, a dainty gold Rolex.

“Fuck, still thirty minutes.”

“Time really does stand still in here, doesn’t it?” Jay remarks.

“We should have left the office a little later,” Robert complains. “The charcuterie is going to get –“

A deafening sound roars through the house and a violent, explosive tremor throws both men on the ground, shakes the walls and everything between them. The power’s out for a few seconds before there’s a flicker, and light fills the room again. Two backup generators, reads Jay’s description in the listing - an appeal to the prepper demographic, which trends higher in income than non-preppers. For a moment, the only things either are conscious of are the harsh flourescent lighting and the ringing in their ears. Time slows, everything seems muted and too bright. Robert rubs the side of his face, pulls back his hand and sees blood.

“Christ,” he chokes out. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” Jay breathes, looking at his hands, trying to determine if he’s got a concussion. The results are inconclusive – everything’s slow and fuzzy, but after a moment, he thinks it might just be shock.

“It sounded like a fucking 747 just nosedived on top of us.”

“Yeah, Jesus.” Jay’s still staring at his fingers in a daze. “You okay?”

“I think so,” Robert grumbles. Jay gives him a cursory examination.

“Nothing that needs stitches,” he reports bluntly. Robert’s relieved. His face sells a lot of houses to a lot of lonely women and a few lonely men. There’s a muffled whine, which the two men soon recognize as a throng of sirens. Both of them try to calm the panic rising in their chests, to no avail.

“Whatever the fuck happened,” Jay says, trying to make light of the situation, “At least we’re in here. The bunker.”

Fear forms in the whites of Robert’s eyes.

“What if we’re stuck in here,” he whispers, afraid to speak such a thing into the world. The fear spreads to his companion.

“Try the elevator,” Jay urges, and Robert gets up, wobbles a little as his head sorts itself out, and leaves. A moment later, Jay hears him swear a blue streak, and from the kitchen window, sees him standing before the closed metal doors, staring at his feet. His pulse racing, Renault jogs out to see for himself.

“It’s dead,” Robert murmurs.

“Whatever happened,” Jay says cautiously, rubbing the back of his still-sore neck, “It must have been pretty bad. Like, I don’t think we should go up yet. Besides, surely the office knows we’re still down here.”

“Right, right,” the younger man breathes, trying to reassure himself.

“Let’s just wait it out. I’m sure everything’s fine.” The way Jay says it does not make Robert feel any better.

“Okay,” the younger man grumbles. “I’m getting a fucking drink, though.”

“Yeah, Jesus. That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.” Renault shoves his hands in his suit pocket to keep them from trembling.

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Meet Savvy LaPerle, an ambitious little Pomefiore who's out to catch herself a man and take over the family business.

At least, that's what she starts out after. She has some growing to do.

[ Savvy sprite by by @comingyourlugubriousness ]

Savvy is the younger daughter of the LaPerle family, who have owned a prestigious cosmetics line for generations. Her sweet exterior belies a sharp and scheming mind, full of new ideas. She always relishes the moments when she gets to show up someone who’s underestimated her. She can see the beauty in just about anything, even when other people think it’s ugly.

And she's ever so pleased to meet you, sugar.

More info below!

[ full sprite ]

[ drawing by @briarrosescurse ]

Dorm: Pomefiore

Grade/Class: Freshman/Class D

Birthday: February 13 (Aquarius)

Age: 16

Height: 165 cm/5’5”

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: Port o’Bliss

Club: Science Club

Best Subjects: Potionology, Practical Magic

Worst Subject: Animal Linguistics

Hobbies: Growing exotic plants, Magicam

Pet Peeves: Laziness, people not taking care of themselves

Favorite Food: Bread pudding

Least Favorite Food: Asparagus

Talents: Making cosmetics & perfumes, decorating, etiquette

Physical Description: Long wavy blond hair with pink ombre, often with a headband that matches her dorm color. Bright blue eyes with long lashes. Peaches and cream complexion. Average height, with a cute hourglass figure. She’s almost always wearing pearl drop earrings.

Uniforms: In her regular uniform, Savvy wears her jacket unbuttoned and has her tie in a bow. She wears flats with ankle straps, and short white socks. For PE, she wears her uniform zipped halfway up with long sleeves. Her hair is tied back and she wears a sporty headband. In Crewel’s classes, she wears her coat buttoned, her goggles on her face, and her hair tied back. When she’s in her ceremonial robes, she keeps her hood up, and wears red lipstick and nail polish. Her dorm uniform is the same as the boys’, except she has a lacy Peter Pan-style collar instead of the high sharp one the boys wear. She wears a red ribbon headband when she’s in her dorm uniform.

Floyd’s Nickname: Moon Jelly

Rook’s Nickname: La princesse parfumée

Special Magic: None yet.

Twisted From: Charlotte La Bouff (the untapped potential she had for villainry - her older sister Caroline is twisted from the sweet one we’re familiar with and was a Royal Sword student)

Relationships

[ These will change as needed, but here's what I have so far! ]

OC Friends: Joker, Mia, Sia (@twstinginthewind), Adrian (@oseathepebble), Carol Ann (@fumikomiyasaki), Rose (@atwstedstory), Danica, Farron (@jasmariswonderland), Kei (@vaporvipermedia)

Canon Friends: Cater, Rook, Kalim, Epel

Respects/Admires: Azul, Vil, Malleus, Sabrina (@the27th)

Avoids: Leona

Avoided By: Leona, Jamil

Potential Ships: Cater (main ship), Rook, Kalim, Damien (@oseathepebble), Damon (@fumikomiyasaki)

Character Opinions

Housewarden: Savvy has a deep respect for Vil, and knows how to compliment him without it sounding hollow. Vil knows Savvy has potential, so he may push her a little more than he pushes others. He won’t allow her to coast on her talents. He expects her to improve, even if she starts at a higher level than some other students. Savvy’s mother was a supermodel Vil admired when he was younger, so he knows what she’s capable of.

Dormmates: In a way, Savvy understands Rook - she, too, can find beauty in a lot of things, and it’s easy to get excited about it. He also helped her a lot in learning how to study when she first came to NRC and bumped up against the “gifted kid has to work hard for the first time in her life” experience. She doesn’t go ‘hunting’ like he does, but she does like to take pictures for her Magicam. Savvy thinks Epel is just plain adorable, but the first time she called him ‘sweetie’, he told her not to, and she respected that. They’re going to become friends and rivals. When they reach junior year, they’re going to be constantly outdoing each other creating poisons, and the housewarden position will bounce back and forth between them a few times. Eventually, Epel’s going to win out, but Savvy makes a good right hand woman.

Clubmates: Savvy is in the Science Club with Rook and Trey. We've seen her Rook opinions. She thinks Trey is a decent fellow.

Crowley: Gotta play nice with the headmage and compliment him when you can, Savvy knows how the game is played. Crowley’s easily swayed by her flattery - and grateful for her family’s donations, too.

Trein: Struggled in his classes a lot at first. Her absolute disaster of a first Animal Linguistics test was one of the things that made Savvy realize that she wasn’t going to get by with her usual coasting.

Crewel: Savvy started out as one of Crewel’s favorite pets. Potions, herbology, and alchemy come to her easily, and she enjoys them, too. She was rather smug about it. But the high didn’t last. Soon, Crewel started to expect more of her, and now she has to work harder to meet expectations.

Vargas: Savvy doesn’t mind exercising, but does he have to be so intense? Ugghh. She’s okay at flight, but she’d rather not run around too much.

Sam: Sometimes, when Savvy’s feeling particularly homesick, she goes to the school shop to buy a little something even when she doesn’t need it, just so she can chat for a bit with someone who sounds like home. The LaPerle family is well-known in Port o’Bliss, so Sam calls her “little lady” instead of “little imp”.

History

Savvy is the younger daughter of JL and Angeline LaPerle. JL is the fifth-generation owner of the LaPerle cosmetics company, and Angeline is a semi-retired supermodel who was featured in many a LaPerle campaign. Savvy and her sister, Caroline, grew up in the lap of luxury. Their parents both doted on them and spoiled them, but there were also a lot of rules they had to follow for no other reason but “because you’re a girl, girls do this, girls don’t do that”. Savvy, who loved to play outside in the mansion’s huge garden and watch the little creatures that she could find there, had a harder time with those rules than her sister did.

As they both got older, Savvy noticed that there were some differences in how boys reacted to her and to Caroline. For example, when a boy struck up a conversation with her at a garden party at the mansion, she started excitedly sharing about the plants she’d been growing. When Caroline arrived, all laughter and fluffy chit-chat, she was the one who got asked to dance. Having observed this, Angeline gently took Savvy aside and told her that “boys don’t always like it when a girl’s too smart”. This gave Savvy a conflict, because she wanted to learn about things, but she also wanted to be liked. She started watching Caroline and her mother more closely, and imitating their sweet surface-level social interactions. She never lost interest in plants and what she could do with them, but … well, there were reasons why she wanted to make sure boys liked her.

The main reason came about when Savvy was thirteen and Caroline was seventeen, JL sat down and had a talk with them about the future of the family. Since he only had daughters, and he wanted the LaPerle company to stay in the family, he told Savvy and Caroline that the company would be inherited by the first one of them to get married. Also, he and Angeline both continually stressed that they needed to marry a good man - one who had value and wealth of his own, who wouldn’t just be looking to coast by on the LaPerle fortune.

Savvy loves her sister, but she knows that Caroline is also very trusting, and believes in the good in people. She’s noticed things about others that Caroline hasn’t, and has even quietly helped her out of a bad situation a time or two when she couldn’t tell that someone was being shady. She’s afraid that Caroline might end up trusting someone who’d be out to harm her, or the family. So, Savvy made up her mind then and there that she had to get married before Caroline did.

She helped things along a little by making sure Caroline found her sniffling and crying soon after that conversation. When she told Caroline that she was sure she’d never be able to get married before her, her soft-hearted sister made a promise that she would wait until Savvy graduated high school before looking for a husband. And this is why Savvy is on the hunt as soon as she gets to NRC. She has four years to find the ideal partner, hook him, and make him propose. Angeline’s taught both her daughters about using feminine charms and subtle manipulations to get someone to do what they want. How hard can it be, anyway? Surely nothing will go wrong with this plan.

(Focusing on the plan and scoping out the available guys are another reason why Savvy’s grades suffer so much at first. Something’s going to happen in her freshman year that’ll make her throw that plan out the window. What that actually is … hasn’t been decided yet.)

Actions During the Story

Prologue: Savvy was very upset that the ceremony was ruined by that weird little creature setting everything on fire. She was also shocked to hear how Epel talked to Vil. Shocked, I say.

Book 1: Savvy didn’t notice what was going on until her friends Joker and Violetta suddenly had these weird collars on their necks. When she heard from them about Riddle’s rampage, she started to think that maybe it wasn’t so bad being under Vil’s wing after all.

Book 2: Savvy heard gossip about guys getting injured left and right, but it wasn’t something she looked into too much. She and the Sealponte sisters had an iced coffee stand in the concession area. It got wrecked during the stampede.

Book 3: Savvy was tempted to get help from Azul, but a conversation with Rook encouraged her to work it out herself. She formed a little study group with some of her friends. She didn’t come out with stellar grades, but they were the best she’d made so far - she ended up in the top 30% when she’d just barely been under 50% before.

Book 4: Savvy went back to Port o’Bliss for the winter holiday. She didn’t know anything about what happened in Scarabia until she came back and heard about it. Kalim got so many hugs.

Book 5: Savvy auditioned for the SDC, but didn’t get in. She spent a lot of time working on club exhibits, so she missed out on a lot of the drama around the practice. Most of what she heard came from Kalim.

Why Pomefiore?: Savvy needs to work hard and refine her talents instead of coasting on what she already has. She needs to rely on herself and what she can do rather than pinning all her hopes on marriage.

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magalidragon · 2 years

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Oscars inspired me as awards shows usually do when I comes to our favorite modern Jonerys AU-- all the world's a stage! Enjoy!

34. Things you whispered in my ear

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Aye, it's date night."

Dany chuckled, her hand sneaking across the SUV console to squeeze his hand. They really didn't need to do this, but Viserys and Missy had suggested she'd accept one of the hundreds of Oscar party invitations, since she'd been invited to present that year. She only agreed to present because she had meetings in LA at the same time. She missed her children so much; they'd stayed behind in Scotland with Viserys watching them, so gods knew what was going to happen there.

It wasn't quite their scene, this whole Hollywood thing, and they'd culvated something of a mystique. Former child actress turned major success-- everyoen seemed to forget the time when they blacklisted her-- and her curmudgeon hermit writer husband. Sure, it was the scandal surrounding their movie and them that drew people to their story. It had a happy ending, which everyone loved. They just didn't mix and mingle with everyone else.

She climbed out of the SUV after Jon, when they came to a stop, her hand still enclosed in his, if only to steady herself on her six-inch platforms. It baffled him that she'd had to change from her Oscars presenter gown-- a beautiful crimson tulle confection-- into her 'party' dress, which was shorter and less formal. To show off her barely there pregnancy belly-- with baby four she was popping eary-- she'd decided on a black sheath with a see-through bodice, a black panel bra keeping the 'assets' covered. It was long-sleeved with sparkling black cuffs and matching high neckline. It was comfortable and that's all she wanted at four months pregnant.

Missy led them ahead, always on alert, guiding them through the line for the photos. "You don't have to do this, I can go alone," she reminded Jon again. Sometimes he agreed to things she knew he was only doing for her, despite how uncomfortable they made him.

"Dany, I'm good," he chuckled. He smiled briefly and kissed her cheek, squeezing her hand again. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?"

"Only several times this evening."

"But not this dress."

She grinned up at him, reaching to adjust his shirt collar, where it had become creased under his jacket. Ellaria had outfitted them both, choosing to put Jon in a black suit with a black shirt, simple and classic, tying it to hers via the buttons which sparkled and the slight hint of it under his jacket lapels. He’d pulled his hair away from his face in a knot instead of letting it go free and the look had her wondering how long they had to put in an appearance at this damn party before she could get him home.

Missy gestured. “This way, make sure to step on the Vanity Fair symbol and in front of the marquee before you enter. Then I’ll find out when we do the photo booth portraits.”

“Photo booth?” Jon asked.

“Yes,” she laughed. “Every year they do portraits of the party attendees. This year they’re in an old fashioned photo booth.”

“Sounds fun!” Dany knew the kids would like that, especially if they did some silly shots. She tugged Jon’s hand after her. “Come on, let’s go.”

“How are your feet?”

“They’re fine Jon.”

“I’ll never understand how you walk in those shoes.”

She ignored him, walking along the carpet and pausing where Missy pointed. They posed together, Jon’s arm around her hip and hers around his. They never dropped hands and she beamed, her silver braids twisted away from her face and hanging down her back in a single queue. It was warm, typical Los Angeles, and despite her preference for heat, she longed for the cold damp Scottish Highlands with her babies.

Turning to gaze over her shoulder, she put on her ‘come hither’ look, her arm around Jon’s neck and hand over his shoulder, at the same time he dropped his hand down to below her waist to her hip. She didn’t know how the image would come out, but judging from Missy’s eager squeak nearby, it would go over well.

Jon leaned in and whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling, and she pressed her palm against his heart, tilting towards him, listening intently. “I wanted to be here with you because I know how much you do like this and I want to support you. I love you. This is all for you. I’ll do anything for you Dany. I love you, you deserve this. All of this. You’re amazing.”

And he kissed beneath her ear, letting his fingers snake down her arm and to her fingers, letting go and stepping aside, a smile ghosting on his lips, his eyes crinkling, gesturing towards her.

The cameras, which had been consistently flashing as they walked the carpet, went off in a flashing frenzy, capturing Jon stepping out to allow her the spotlight. She grinned wide at him and lifted her hand, wiggling her fingers to him and then turned, placing her hand on her hip and posing as she was supposed to on the huge Vanity Fair symbol.

She turned, so they could get all sides of her dress, and held her hands over her bump, which garnered more attention. After a few minutes, she reached towards Jon and he came to her side again, taking her hand, and they walked on ahead towards the party’s entrance.

For some reason tears pricked her eyes and she sniffed, turning hard on the tips of her toes, hugging him hard. She hiccuped. “I love you.”

“Are you crying?” he asked, concerned, pulling back to brush at her cheeks. “Dany?”

“Hormones. It’s fine.” She kissed him quickly. “Come on, I think I see Margaery.”

They didn’t spend too long at the party and left early. The following morning, after picking up her phone to call the children back in Scotland, she opened up the texts from Missy that were taking up most of the notification screen. “Oh wow,” she whispered, grinning at the headline on the particular blog post that Missy had screenshotted and sent.

Jonerys For Life! Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow Show Us What True Love Really Looks Like at the Vanity Fair Oscars Party

She smiled wide, flicking through a few of the photos and article titles, before closing it down and bringing the phone to the living room where Jon was reading the paper. She crawled into his lap and kissed his jaw, whispering into his ear: “I love you.”

He idly kissed her back, saying nothing and turning the page as she set about starting the call.

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hii, could do 19,21,27 and 30? maybe like a day off at home with spencer? <3

Just Your Average Rainy Sunday

Summary: Staying in bed with your boyfriend all day, life can’t get much better than this.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content: just domestic fluff

Word Count: 0.8k

A/N: this is from my prompt requests (which are now closed). i have one more left to get to and i’m so excited for it! i already have it all planned out!!! anyways, enjoy the fluff...

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Your eyes fluttered open to see the dreary gray sky from the window dimly lighting the bedroom. The calm pitter-pattering of rain against the glass almost lulled you back to sleep until you felt Spencer pull you closer and start littering kisses along the back of your neck.

“Morning, love,” you whispered as to not disturb the blissful peace.

He hummed in content, “I’ll get us coffee. You stay here,” he planted one final kiss on your lips.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you smiled.

Spencer came back minutes later with two warm mugs in his hands. He handed you your favorite mug which he got for you while away on a case. It had two bunnies on the front and said “Guess how much I love you!”. Spencer crawled back under the covers with his mug that you got for him that read “Books, because it’s too peopley outside”.

“What do you want to do on our rare coinciding day off?” Spencer wrapped his arm around your waist, encouraging you to lean on his shoulder.

“Hmmm,” you thought out loud, “I want to do nothing all day, but with you.”

Spencer grinned, “I can get behind that.”

You and Spencer spent the morning in bed, munching on bowls of cereal and catching up on the latest show you were watching together.

After about the fourth episode in a row, you were losing focus but Spencer was still glued to the screen.

“Can I paint your nails?” you asked.

“Sure, what color?” he stuck his hands out.

You opened your nightstand drawer, “I have red, light blue, pink, dark green, black, white, and purple.”

“Can you do the dark green, black, and white just like yours so we’re matching?” Spencer pointed to your nails.

“Of course, babe,” you smiled.

You got to work pushing his cuticles back and filing his nails before putting a base coat down and finally the top glossy clear coat.

“I love it,” he beamed, inspecting his nails, “And I love that we are matching even more,” he grabbed your hand and interlocked fingers.

“I hate to say it but once this episode is over, I think we should actually get out of bed and be productive. I need to do some laundry. I’m out of clean bras,” you said.

“Or just don’t wear one and then you can stay in bed all day,” Spencer grabbed you before you could get out from underneath the covers.

“I’m out of pants too. Are you suggesting I should go pantless to work tommorow?” you asked, amused.

“Fine, we’ll do laundry,” he sighed, releasing you, “Only I get the privilege of that view,” he smirked.

You and Spencer were sitting on the floor of the laundry room, folding the freshly-washed clothes.

“Where did you get this?” you asked, holding up a maroon crewneck, “I’ve never seen you wear it.”

“I normally don’t but it was at the bottom of my go-bag on that case in Alaska last week and I was freezing. It was from my math team in high school,” Spencer admitted.

“Well, I’m stealing this from you because it’s like your football letterman jacket but way cooler. The girlfriends always got to wear them except I can parade around the fact that my boyfriend is actually intelligent rather than a meathead who probably has five concussions,” you smiled.

“Take it, it’s yours now,” Spencer confirmed, “I want everyone to know that the former captain of the math team at Las Vegas Public High School is capable of getting the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“I’m only with you for the fame that comes with that title,” you joked.

Spencer grabbed your basket of folded clothes and brought it back into the bedroom.

“Bed again, please?” he pouted.

“Fine, we’ll put the clothes away later,” you relented.

Spencer dove into bed and patted the spot right next to him, making you giggle. He grabbed his book while you made yourself comfortable with your yarn and crochet hook.

“What are you making now?” Spencer asked.

“Mittens for you in case you have another case in Alaska or somewhere else chilly. Can’t have my boyfriend being cold when I’m not there to cuddle with him and give him all my precious body heat,” you spoke as you stitched away, “And they’re purple to match your scarf!”

“I can’t wait to wear them,” he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“Read to me?” you asked as Spencer opened up his book to the page he was on.

“Of course, love.”

A/N: fun fact i actually love to crochet and i would crochet spencer a pair of mittens so fast

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