#alex: *slams table* NOT ON MY WATCH

[frost-queen]

My mortal flaw // part 3 (Reader x Zuko)

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Summary: Clinging to life, you have a fever dream of how it all started. How you came to meet your intended. Meanwhile Zuko's temper resurfaces when not knowing for sure if you'd make it out alive. [ part 1  & part 2 & part 4 ]

An ancient roaring filled the skies. It made Zuko pause for a moment. Looking upon the ancient spirit of the sea. The avatar amidst, with bright lighted eyes and tattoos. – “Nephew.” – Iroh called out seeing him linger. Zuko tore his gaze away, following his uncle back to the ship. They left the northern water tribe to their fate, running away. One would call them cowards. Others caring, for it was with a purpose they were running.

Two to be precise. One it was too dangerous for the prince to be involved. Zhao’s doing infuriating Iroh. Two they had to bring you to safety. The moon’s disappearing made you vulnerable. Unable to bend. Leading to Zhao’s men to fight you. Assuming you were with the water tribe from your attire.

Zuko having left you to fend for your own while he searched for the Avatar. The one thing that would restore his honour. Honour which meant a great deal to the fire prince. Banished by his father with the claim to only return with the avatar.

They got hoisted up on the ship. Zuko rushed with you to the quarters. Iroh following close by. Zuko kicked the door open with his foot, rushing inside. Pantingly, he laid you down on the bed. He turned away from you as Iroh came nearer, kneeling beside you. Holding a hand above your head to see the state of you.

One of prince Zuko’s men entered. – “Get us out of these waters!” – Zuko ordered loudly. The soldier bowed his head and took his leave. Iroh brought your hand up, checking your pulse. – “Is... is she?”  - Zuko asked unable to look. – “No… it is faint, but still there.” – Iroh answered. Iroh looked up surprised when he heard the door slam.

His nephew nowhere to be found. Iroh tended back to you. – “Pray the moon spirit returns.” – he said with a worried face. He exhaled deep. If only he had stopped Zhao better, he could’ve prevented him from killing the spirit. If only he had stopped Zhao sooner. By the moment he wanted to end the prince.

Zuko appeared on deck, shouting orders. His men working to the bone to get them out of these waters. Away from the Northern water tribe. Zuko walked forwards looking up as he saw the moon once more. The grim world back in balance. The ship steered through the waters and ice. Breaking it apart. The ice platforms dispersing into smaller bits.

Zuko shouted some more orders, pointing firmly at everyone he thought was slouching. Standing still in the middle of the deck with his hands behind his back. He inhaled deep, exhaling long with a hot breath. A bit of fog forming before him. His head turned slightly, looking a bit over his shoulder. He blinked numbly. Letting his shoulders hang a bit, knowing you were back there, fighting for your life.

Iroh had placed wet cloths on your bruises. A special crème made from herbs plastered on your wound. He knew you needed a healer, but they had none. You were the only one capable of. Now he could only watch you. From behind the table, he kept an eye out, pouring himself some tea. Slightly shaking his head, he wasn’t sure if you’d recover. If Zuko would recover.

Knowing how rough your path had started out. An agreement of marriage between two nations. Knowing very well his brother only accepted just to unleash more dishonour on his nephew. Yet what Ozai didn’t seem to see, was that prince Zuko might draw strength from this agreement. Iroh took his tea and came sitting by your bed. Humming a soft song that reminded him of his own son.

Ladies came and went. Taking you from room to room. Where you had first bathed. Then sat down for your hair to be done. Then you got led into a room where they dressed you. Two girls walked around you in opposite ways to wrap a band around your waist. They pulled hard at it making you gasp soft. They bound it, coming to the front to bow in your presence. – “You’ll bring peace to us all.” – they said opening their arms with long sleeves that covered up their hands.

You got pushed off the small stool. – “You are ready.” – Another woman said. Much older than the girls had helped you. She had entered the room without you noticing it. You looked at yourself in the mirror, not sure what to feel. – “Not yet.” – another voice came through, a male’s voice. Looking to your side, you saw your father, the chief enter. – “Our pendant for balance.” – he said revealing the necklace with the circle pendant on it. He moved his arms over your head to hold the necklace against your neck. – “You must proudly show it.” – he said as you touched the pendant.

He kissed your cheek as it made you smile. – “You’ll bring peace to us all.” – he said as well, making your smile falter. A heavy burden being bestowed upon you. Feeling as if the whole world was looking at you. Your father took you by the arm, guiding you outside. The doors opened as you were blinded by the bright sunlight at first. The entire courtyard filled with people from your town. They bowed in unison making you swallow nervously. Your father let go of you.

You took a few steps forwards, down the steps. Pausing midway to look back at your father, who remained stationed. He gave you a proud nod. Taking a deep breath, you turned back to the people. Going down the steps further till you reached the courtyard. The people moving aside to create a pathway for you to walk. As you kept walking, they all bowed their heads when you passed.

“Please bring peace to us.” – a woman said when you passed her. A man followed somewhere behind her. – “Please bring peace.” – he spoke with a bow. Soon you heard from all sides, people asking, begging for peace. Depending on you and this agreement to bring peace back to the world. That with this unison the fire nation would seize their torment.

Keeping your head high, you didn’t want them to see the worry you were carrying. Having the entire town and the nations depend on you. To make it right. To bring back balance to the nations. They couldn’t depend on the avatar anymore. There hasn’t been an avatar in a hundred years. People grew hopeless. Now they had been given hope once more. The people closed the pathway behind you, coming back together to say see you off with well wishes.

You neared the edge as the crowed feeling sunk into nothingness. Complete solitude as you descended alone. You accepted the hand that assisted you on the boat. To start your journey to the fire nation. Doors opened as it revealed a long corridor. Alone you had to walk up to accept your end of the agreement. The corridor felt cold, despite being light up by fire.

Hands over each other inside your sleeves, your gaze shifted doubtfully down. Taking a soft breath to ease your nerves. – “Ancestors. Hear my plea.” – you said softly. – “Help me to make this work. To not uproot my tribe. Keep my father standing tall.” – you finished your prayer before you reached the end of the corridor.

The hearing of you winching in pain made Iroh get up. At that same moment entered Zuko the room once more. Iroh’s hand on your forehead. – “She is burning up.” – he let his nephew know. Zuko clenched his jaw, balding his hands into fists. – “Then cool her down!” – he shouted at his uncle. Iroh stared baffled at his nephew. – “How?” – he said with open hands.

He was no use as a fire bender for this. Zuko groaned angrily, slamming the door shut behind him. Iroh sighed soft. – “Forgive my nephew…” – he spoke to you. – “We feel helpless Y/n.” – he lowered his head. He placed the blanket better over you. Iroh dapped some sweat off your forehead with a dry cloth. You were winching in your unconsciousness, fighting of dreams that only meant to torment you. Iroh got startled when the door opened once more.

Zuko entering with a bucket of water. – “Do what must!” – he ordered. Zuko set the bucket rather forcefully on the ground. A bit of it splashing over the side to wet the flooring. Iroh scooped his hand inside, pulling away at the ice coldness from it. – “Where did you get such ice-cold water?” – he questioned. The water they had on board wasn’t nearly as cold as this. – “The ocean.” – Zuko responded with a grunt. – “Now do as  you are told!” – he insisted, taking his leave once more.

Iroh glared briefly at the door. – “That temper.” – he sighed out, not liking that it was showing itself once more. Even against him. Iroh wetted the cloth with ice cold water, wringing it before laying it on your forehead. It made you shiver in a breath, shuddering at the cold touch. Then your body eased as your expression seemed to calm.

“One last thing.” – Ozai spoke making Zuko pause before boarding the ship. His lip still trembling a bit. Ozai stepped aside revealing you. – “Don’t forget your bride.” – he said with a sneer. The young prince widened his eye at you. You went down, kneeling on the ground, head low to bow to the fire prince. Lifting your head up, you addressed him. – “Prince Zuko.” – getting back up afterwards. Zuko couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

His expression twitching a bit. Trying to settle for shock or anger. – “I don’t want a bride. I don’t need a bride.” – Zuko made clear. Ozai flashed a stern stare at the young prince. Zuko lowered his head, making himself small. Ozai gave you a little push towards the prince. You stumbled forwards unsure why you were meeting the prince at a ship.

Zuko groaned frustrated getting on the ship. You looked behind you to Ozai. He pointed firmly at the ship. Two men grabbed you by each side, forcing you onto the ship to join your intended in banishment. The ship set sail as it felt like you had failed. How could you bring peace to the nations if you were banished from the fire nation.

Zuko stood by the edge of the ship, gripping the railing tight. You decided to walk over to him. – “Prince Zuko.” – you said reaching out to touch his shoulder. The moment your hand touched his shoulder, he brushed it off rudely. – “What do you want!” – he shouted at you, startling you. You stared back at him, seeing the bandage on his one eye. You didn’t know what happened, but you could see the pain in his eyes. You reached out, wanting to touch his cheek.

To show him your compassion. Before your hand could touch his cheek, he pushed it forcefully away. – “I’ll burn you!” – he yelled out letting fire blaze out of his hands. It made you stumble back, tripping as you fell down on your bottom. Fearful you looked at him. Zuko tore his gaze away from you, not wanting you to look at him. You got up, running to the other side of the ship. To be as far away as possible from him.

Zuko puffed annoyed when you got positioned beside him. – “Prince Zuko.” – you greeted him with a bow. Zuko only turned his posture more away from you. Iroh cleared his throat loud, ushering his nephew to show his manners. Zuko sighed loud, turning back to you. – “Must I really?” – he questioned. – “Yes!” – Iroh insisted upon. Zuko sighed again as it started to bother you how uncivil he was. This wasn’t something you planned on either.

It wasn’t that you choose to be the fire prince’s bride. It was chosen for you. Only knowing of the arrangement on the day you left your town. Like any good daughter of the chief would do, you simply accepted it. Knowing there was nothing to be done about it. – “It’s not that hard.” – you told Zuko, still waiting for a proper greeting. Zuko groaned loud, setting his hands on fire from frustration.

“Zuko!” – Iroh called out in fury. Zuko took a deep breath, calming down. With a bit of annoyance, he set himself over it. – “Princess…” – he started holding his knuckles against the palm of his other hand to greet you. – “Took you too long.” – you interrupted taking your leave. Zuko blinked confused before he understood he got played. He shouted angry.

“I should throw you in the ocean for disrespect!” – he yelled with a firm point. You kept ignoring him as it upset Zuko more. He moved his leg up, letting a wave of fire go to you. You spun around, moving your hands across. A stream of water scooped up from the ocean dimming his fire before it could reach you. You then bend another stream letting it wash Zuko off his feet.

He got tackled by the water, rolling over the ground, drenched. He coughed loud. He looked surprised at his hands as they had grown ice cold. Captured by ice to the ground. Lifting his head up, he saw you lower your hands, taking off. Zuko was furious. Letting his hands heat up to melt the ice around his hands.

Pissed off, he got up with a loud scream of infuriation. – “Zuko!” – Iroh shouted knowing his nephew wasn’t going to let this pass. Zuko stormed after you, braising on the inside. You wanted to grab the door but pulled your hand away when a blast of fire hit the door first.

Turning around, you saw Zuko panting. – “Is that how you show respect to your prince!” – Zuko shouted. – “It seems MY prince doesn’t respect me so why should I?” – you said tauntingly, emphasizing on the ‘my’. Zuko bald his hands into fists. – “You’ll respect me!” – Zuko said storming over. His movement, made you move back, hitting the door with your back.

“Respect goes both ways!” – you snapped back. – “My prince.” – you added mockingly with a sarcastic smile. Zuko’s gaze seemed to pierce through you. You moved from out of his cornered situation. Zuko exhaled deep, pressing his hand onto the door. Lowering his head as a tiny smile appeared. When he caught himself showing weakness, he clenched his expression once more.

Iroh lifted his head up, hearing the door open gently. Zuko entered once more. – “How…” – he only had to say for Iroh to understand. – “Her fever is coming down. You have your ice water to thank for that.” – he replied dapping your forehead some more. Iroh noticed his nephew lingering awkwardly by the door. – “Do you want to…?” – he offered gesturing at you. Zuko shook his head, taking a step back. – “No…no…” – his voice fading out. – “Zuko…” – Iroh said with sympathy, urging him to come near.

Zuko pressed his lips a bit together, shaking his head. Iroh sighed as Zuko had once again left the room. He watched your state carefully for the next hour till you finally showed him a sign of life. Your chest flinching as you were withholding a cough. The cough came out, followed by some as you felt the pain everywhere in your body. You winched at the pain, reaching for your side. Slowly your eyes opened as the first thing you saw was Iroh.

“Shh shh it is alright Y/n. Try to remain gentle.” – he said reassuring as you were trying to pull your upper chest up by your elbows. You fully came to sit up with his help. – “Where…?” – you asked looking hazily around. – “Our ship.” – Iroh answered. He also knew your next question before you could even form his name on your lips. – “He’s above deck.”

“I... I need to…” – you started wanting to get out of bed, but Iroh stopped you. – “No, you are still too weak Y/n.” – he reminded you. You pulled the blanket a bit back, seeing the bandages around your stomach. You then noticed the water bucket by Iroh. Bending water out of it, it surrounded your hand. You then brought your hand to your stomach. Exhaling satisfying healing your own wound with your bending.

Iroh looked in wonder as it never stopped amazing him. Gasping loud, you let your head fall back in the pillow. A bit worn out from your healing. It took you but a moment to recover. You weren’t going to take no for an answer. Iroh knew he couldn’t keep you bed bound so he helped you up. He assisted you out of the room up to the deck. Weakly you held your side, still feeling the bruises.

Zuko stood with his back towards the door, overlooking the sea. Something caught his attention, making him slightly turn his head. Seeing a glimpse in the corner of his eye, he turned his head more with haste. His eyes widening at the sight of you. You let go of Iroh, stumbling forwards to Zuko. Zuko got in motion, meeting you half-way. You sunk through your knees as Zuko caught you. Keeping you upright.

With shock was he staring at you. Moving his hand to your cheek. Moving some strays of hair aside as his knuckles brushed against your cheek. You smiled weakened. – “My prince.” – you said with love. Zuko let his fingers stretch against your neck, fingers brushing on your skin. Hand on your neck, he pulled you closer, pressing his lips onto yours. Kissing you deeply.

He pulled away; his attention drawn to around him. His men all bowing. You took a step back from Zuko as his hands dropped to the side. You bowed to your prince as well. A sudden movement made you glance up. Eyes widening in wonder seeing Zuko bow to you as well. It made you smile softly. Iroh hastened over, giving you support as you were still recovering. – “What do we do now?” – Iroh asked his nephew. Zuko looked out at the sea before answering. – “We head for the earth kingdom!” – he ordered as his men got to work.

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[norrisleclercf1]

consider: logan being upset abt his car being given to alex, so he decides to make it everybody's problem. by fingering you in his driver's room. which is beside alex's driver room.

logan knows that the car being given to alex was not alex's fault, but what can he say? he was feeling petty.

fingering you also seems like a better way to deal with his frustrations instead of flying home in his upset.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHH J FUCK OFF Logan is such a sweet but dirty boy in this

"Logan, where are we going?" You ask, watching as he drags you through the Australian paddock not even stopping for fans but nodding and smiling at them.

"Somewhere," He whispers and pulls you close his fingers dangerously close to going into your jeans. You giggle and move away but Logan pulls you close and nips your ear. "Logan, we're in public." You whisper but he shrugs his shoulders and walks into the Williams hospitality.

The mechanics and even some of the upper level people just smile at Logan but you can tell some of them won't even look Logan in the eye. Walking into the back you see Logan stop and poke his head into a room. "Hey Alex, Y/n and I are going to be next door." Alex smiles and waves at you but you just nod sadly knowing this was eating at him too.

"Alright, have fun." Logan gets this look on his face as he tugs you into his drivers room. Logan slams the door and then looks at you with a smirk. "Logan, want to," "No, I don't want to talk about it, cause right now all I can think about is shoving me fingers so deep in your pussy I make you come that way." You swallow thickly as Logan stalks you like prey.

"Logan, we need to talk about it." "And we will, but right now I want to render my baby so drunk off of need and my fingers. Please, I don't want to think about it." Logan begs, you whine and move undoing your jeans as he smiles gently and lifts you up on the massage table.

He moves to stand between your legs and spreads them out smiling at the cute little white cotton panties you're wearing. "Cute." He drops down to his knees and licks a strip over your underwear which has you gasp, head hitting the wall. "Logie," You whimper hands tugging at the short blonde strands and he groans at the sting in his scalp.

He wraps his hands around your thighs and moves your panties to the side and starts to eat you out slowly. He buries his face between your lips and it's amazing how gorgeous and sinful he looks. Your whining feeling the blood make you puff up and he groans at the slight wetness meeting his tongue.

He pulls back and stands, taking his two fingers and shoving them into your open mouth, you swirl your tongue around his fingers and he pulls them out. He slowly enters them into you which has you breathing hard and fast, trying to ignore the horrible ache between your legs of need.

"I love you," He whispers as you nod your head. "No, y/n, I love you." And you stop, pupils blown as you hear the utter vulnerability and need that you pull him down, kissing him slowly. "I love you too, you're all I need." Logan nods and curls his fingers which causes a small squeak and then a loud moan when he starts to move them in an out.

His thumb rubs your clit in slow circles but his two fingers in you move at a horrible fast pace that just itches a part of your soul so deep it makes you want to cry. Logan knew how to render you senseless with such soft words and being rough all at the same time.

"Logie, I'm fuck," Your legs shake hard and you lose your balance body falling into the wall behind you as you moan loudly. Logan groans feeling the way you clench on his fingers he leans down kissing you gently as you giggle and hear a knock on the door you two turn.

"If you're done.....um....yeah," You hear Alex whine and Logan smirks. "We'll be done in an hour," You smack your boyfriend's chest but he just smiles and leans down kissing you. "Love ya,"

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[cod-dump]

DMs (mature, discussions of sex)

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*relaxing at a bar*

Graves: I'm sure we all have had some… interesting messages from our soldiers at one point or another

Nik: I’ve definitely had INTERESTING ones

Graves: Can’t be more interesting than the time I was put in a group chat with FIVE of my Shadows who wanted a gangbang

Price, quietly: Alright, that didn’t take long

Nik: I have gotten several messages from some of my men BEGGING to suck me off

Price, giving in: Fuck it- A soldier once sent me screenshots of a groupchat that was created purely to talk about the shit my people would do to me. And they sent the most explicit messages

Nik: *laughs* I think I was a part of that!

Graves: *snorts into his drink*

Farah, sitting down with a drink: I had a couple soldiers asking if they could watch Alex fuck me

Graves: *unintelligible noises*

Farah: Or if they could fuck him while I watch

Nik: *bent over the table laughing*

Laswell, coming up to where they’re sitting: I have a whole folder on my phone with nothing but screenshots of when people sent me a message calling me ‘mommy’

Graves, wheezing: I’ve got so many messages about ‘wanting to tame a bronc’

Laswell: *laughs*

Price, unable to take a drink because of how hard he’s laughing: Oh my god- They keep asking if I wear the hat during sex or not!

Farah: Well do you?

Nik, slamming his drink down: he does!

*everyone loses their shit*

#smosh inspired #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #phillip graves #john price #cod nikolai #kate laswell #farah karim #incorrect quotes #drabble #discussions involving sex #pricenik #faralex

[stardewstardropthoughts]

I’m a guy but I’m literally just so short (5’2”) so how would the bachelors react to having an S/O that’s way shorter than them? 👀

Someone else also asked for this but with size kinks so I’m putting them both under this ask, I hope that’s okay! I kept this gender neutral for everyone’s enjoyment, I feel ya being short lol I’m only 5’0 lol also I googled the bachelors heights lol so please feel free to argue about their heights since I’m sure there’s so many head canons for their heights out there

As always smut under the cut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 😌

The bachelors with a shorter S/O

Harvey:

He’s about 6’2

This is a tall man, he loves that your shorter then him but he’d still love you if you were taller too

Though he has to say that it is adorable Watching you try and scale the counters to avoid asking him to reach something

With that being said 👀👀👀

Counter sex has happened on more then one occasion

You’ll be kneeling on the counter in just one of his long shirts, no underwear

You were just trying to reach a mug for coffee because he keeps everything on tall shelves like a bastard

Next thing you know there’s a hand wrapped around your waist and he’s pressing wet kisses up the side of your neck while his other hand cops a feel of your ass

“How many times do I have to ask you to not climb these love, I can grab the mug”

Bends you over the counter first to have his way with you since you got him all hot and bothered

“Naughty little pet just trying to rile me up hmm?”

He’s got one hand loosely threaded him your hair with your head pulled near his mouth so he can pant in your ear while he fucks you

He gets your mug after and makes you a coffee while you sit at the table

Elliott:

He’s about 6’1

He also loves the height advantage he has on you both in bed and out of bed

Loves to have you sat on his lap cock warming him while he writes

Your feet don’t touch the floor when your on his lap facing him while he sits on his chair

His cock is filling you and you want to move or grind down on him or do anything for a bit of friction but your feet don’t reach the ground

Chuckles lightly at your antics

“Now my love, be patient hmm? You’ll get sorted soon enough I promise”

He intends to make good on that promise because once he’s done his writing for the day he’s got you on your knees bouncing on his cock while he thrusts up into you, lovingly stroking your hair back while you whine about how good it feels

“Shhhh shhhh there you go love, I know”

Loves watching you fall apart around him

Alex:

He’s about 6’0

He likes that he’s taller then you, not in so much of a kinky way but more so because you can ask him to reach the top shelves for you

That’s not to say that he doesn’t like how much shorter then him you are in bed as well though

You fit against his body perfectly and he loves that

Loves the view he gets when your underneath him while he fucks you, body laid out perfectly before him

“Look at you baby, look so perfect all spread out for me”

Also loves that his hands are bigger then yours

Very perfect for holding and kissing

Shane:

He’s about 5’7

Doesn’t matter if your even just an inch shorter then him he loves it

Makes him feel like he can protect you, also uses it to his full advantage in bed

Pins you down underneath him one hill of his hands pinning your wrists above your head, other hand gently wrapped around your throat applying the slightest amount of pressure to the sides

“Look at you sweetheart, so small underneath me, gonna let me take good care of you, yeah?”

And he definitely will take excellent care of you

Lots of hickeys, maybe a few bruises from how tight his grip on your hips is while he slams his cock inside you at a quick pace

“Fuck, take me so fucking well shit”

Loves engulfing you in cuddles after, your shorter body fitting perfectly against his while spooning

Sebastian:

He’s about 5’8

He does also like that your shorter then him, he likes to tease you about it

Listen, argue with me if you wanna hear but this man and primal play? Yes

Your smaller then him which makes it much more entertaining to chase you like prey through the woods on your farm

When he catches you he pins your hands above your head slotting his hips between your thighs and grinding his hips against yours

“Looks like the little bunny couldn’t outrun the big bad wolf, poor little one don’t worry I’ll be nice”

Has you bent over a log while he pistons his cock in and out of your tight hole at a harsh pace, one hand playing with your nipples while the other hand has a firm grasp on your hips pulling you back to meet his thrusts

Your arms are secured behind your back by his belt so you can’t squirm away

“Fuck bunny, feel so fucking good around my cock like this”

Sam:

He’s about 5’11

Fully the type of person to use you as an arm rest no matter how much shorter you may be then him, he thinks it’s very entertaining

If he’s domming that night he thinks it’s so hot that your shorter then him, loves watching you squirm around underneath him while he has you pinned down

The way your wrists fit perfectly in his hands , unable to wriggle out of his grasp

His thrusts unrelenting while you gasp and moan beneath him

“Oh I know doll, feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Look at you so fucking tiny beneath me, I could destroy you”

If he’s subbing that night?

Loves how someone so small could hold so much power over him

You’ve got his hands cuffed behind his back while your edging him for the fifth time that night

“Shit baby please lemme cum”

You ponder your options for a moment “hmmm I don’t know, you were being pretty bratty earlier”

He’s got tears in his eyes from the overstimulating feeling of your hands resuming their torment on his cock

“Fuck baby baby please I’m so close please lemme cum fuck”

He’s slurring his words ever so slightly as you speed up your movements and he cums all over your hand panting roughly into the air

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[unformula1]

dear oscar (OP81 x LS2)

dear oscar (OP81 x LS2)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: Logan writes a letter to help him manage his feelings, it does everything BUT manage feelings. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: logan sargeant x oscar piastri w/c: 892 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: this is day FOUR (lando's number) of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!! some angst today!! might make this a series very much inspired from https://archiveofourown.org/works/54754315 masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Logan crushes the sheet of paper and throws it into the pile of already crushed papers. He puts down the pen and cracks his fingers, again.

He’s been at this for hours and he hates it knowing he’s terrible at expressing himself and Oscar’s probably not going to even look at this. 

Logan takes a deep breath once again and picks up his pen.

Dear Oscar,

I’m not very good at expressing my feelings but I’ll try my best.

I’ve missed you lately and I miss all our late night conversations, my nights feel empty without them. I miss our friendship and the very long conversations we had. 

When you asked me how I was doing and I said “it’s been alright.” That was a blatant lie. I’ve been doing absolutely horrible. I haven’t seen a good day in months and every morning I ask myself why I’m doing this to myself, I ask if everything I left behind was worth it. Should I have given up?

 I’m glad you’re doing well and winning trophies, I’ve never been happier for you. Remember when your rookie year was being compared to Hamilton’s? That was amazing. 

Great, now he’s gone off track again, absolutely perfect. Logan’s pen left the paper again and he contemplated crushing this one up. He eventually decided against it and his pen tip touched the paper again.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to write anymore but he doesn’t care. He just wants to let his feelings out.

I hate how we don’t talk anymore. I hate how life has to pull its strings on us. I hate how we walk past each other as if we never knew each other. I’ve been trying my hardest, I really have.

I want to talk to you. I want to hear your voice again. 

I’ve been making wishes on every shooting star I’ve seen and been throwing in a penny for every wishing well I’ve come across, just wishing you were my friend again, wishing that I could go back in time and relive those moments in PREMA.

I didn’t treasure those times enough.

Every single time I see any McLaren video, I stop and stare, imagining that it could’ve been you and I. Believe me, I love how you and Lando have developed one of the closest bonds ever and trust me, I think Alex is a perfect teammate. 

But I just wish that we had another chance and I wouldn’t fuck it up this time. I really wish I did.

Every single time Lando calls you “Osc”, it makes me shiver just knowing that I could never be half the person Lando was. I do everything and risk it all just trying to be more like Lando or just someone who you would bother to look at

His mind flashes back to every single time he and Oscar have done anything together, watch movies, do stupid promotional videos, even sad times came back and made him wish he took those moments better.

He tears up slightly, but wipes his tears away before they spill onto the paper. Lando’s voice saying “Osc” rings in his head like an annoying bell which kills him slightly every time it repeats. 

Osc.

Osc.

Osc.

He slams his hand into the table, causing everything to jolt, even getting startled by his own actions. Logan isn’t even on Lando’s level, not even a quarter of the way there.

Lando’s better in every way, definitely much better teammate than Logan would’ve been.

His tears resurface but he doesn’t wipe them away this time, he lets them trickle down his cheek, cling on to his skin at his chin and finally drop down onto the paper, causing a stain.

More tears cause stains on the bottom part of the paper before Logan wipes them all away.

Please…

I miss you Oscar.

Regards Love

Logan

He places the pen down and looks at the letter, which has tear stains, but Logan couldn’t care less. He puts the letter down and folds it neatly in half, slotting it into a brown envelope. He seals the envelope tight, wrinkling the paper from pressing too hardly. 

He takes his pen up again and the tip floats above the paper.

He takes a few seconds before writing.

To: Oscar Piastri

His throat stings from crying. He didn’t even cry for that long but it hurts him. His own words repeat in his head like a knife twisting into his body.

He opens up Oscar’s chat on his phone, his last message being left on Seen.

3 weeks ago Great race :)

He hasn’t even given Oscar a message for the Australian Grand Prix but Logan couldn’t care less.

His fingers hover over his keyboard.

Can we meet sometime soon?

He hesitates about sending it.

Osc.

Osc.

Osc.

Osc.

He turns off his phone and takes a deep breath. 

He sits on his couch and leans back. The thoughts endlessly flying around in his head, like phantoms of his past haunting him again.

He closes his eyes and keeps them shut, imagining whatever makes him feel happy. 

Oscar.

Oscar.

Oscar.

Osc.

The tears squeeze their way past his eyelids and slide down his cheek. It’s a devastating feeling. 

He covers his head with a pillow and keeps his eyes tightly shut, crying himself to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ there will be a part 2 (hopefully) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[angelofthenight]

What Doesn’t Kill Me Pt.3

(Yandere!Alex DeLarge x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Ladstat, Swearing/Language, Unhealthy/Abusive relationship, Physical abuse/Violence, Sadism, Blood, Paranoia, Objectification, A v brief suicidal thought, Jealousy/Possessiveness, Controlling behavior, Intimidation/Coercive control/Power imbalance, Emotional/Mental trauma, Spying, Gangs, Murder, A parallel if you can catch it, Alex is his own warning, You are responsible for your own content consumption

Word Count: 3.6k

Table of Contents

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You and Alex sat shoulder to shoulder on your couch as you ate dinner on the short coffee table, a movie called ‘Lolita’ playing on your television. Alex’s thigh that was pressed flat against yours did nothing to ease the nervousness that stirred like a whirlpool in your stomach. Though your head was gradually succeeding in telling you that you had nothing to worry about. Unless he had cameras in your apartment, Alex had no way of knowing of your-

“What did that malchick want?”

He asked the question so casually that you almost didn’t register the words over the tone. “What?” You didn’t mean to play dumb but you just didn’t want to answer too quickly, plus you wanted to be sure who exactly he was referring to.

“The one that was at your door.” He responded simply as he continued to eat and watch the movie with his elbows resting on his knees. Despite the fear that gripped around you over the fact he knew you had a visitor, you tried to brush the conversation away as quickly as possible. “He was just trying to sell me something.” You grumbled with the shake of your head, trying to appear as if you didn’t care about the interaction at all.

Alex swallowed his bite of food. “And why would he go to you?” He asked, as if he was looking for a reason to get worked up. “Alex, he went to everybody’s door.” You rationalized the lie, your grip on your fork weakening yet tightening. Said boy chuckled cheekily as he leaned back into the cushions of your couch like you just told him a good joke. You felt his stare on the back of your head like a hot laser, the pressure and tension of the situation humidifying around you to create sweat.

“That’s quite funny you say that. Because I precisely recall sitting downstairs myself and when he strolled in, he went straight to the front desk and he asked the lobbyman what floor your door number was on.”

Your wide gaze was strongly glued to your half-eaten plate while your features began to shake terribly. Your heart was eaten by a pulsation and you felt as if the room was closing in on you; a nasty mixture of terror and panic suffocating you. You wanted to throw up, you wanted some air, you wanted to cry, you wanted to scream till your uvula burned just to let it all out. Why did God seem to despise you so much for this to happen? Did the universe just not want you to get out of this prison of endless pain and fright, thus slamming the door closed right in your face when you were so close to slipping through the opening to escape it?

Alex’s evil grin tried its best not to turn bitter and tight. The thought of another man at your door, and the thought of another man inside your living room, made him livid on the inside. His mind fogged with the brimming of a dazed insanity as he fought the urge to destroy your living room like a savage gorilla just because of that visualization. His possessiveness was sensitive, similar to a child throwing a tantrum if someone merely touched their teddy bear.

He spoke with a mocking yet tempered tone. “So are you trying to tell me he was selling pol? Is that it? He was just trying to spat with you-” “He has a girlfriend, Alex.” You interrupted while glancing at him over your shoulder, trying to shut down any jealousy before he got too heated in the head. Blood had spilled out the corner of your mouth too many times because of that possessive jealousy of his.

But that did not give comfort to Alex’s angry greed at all. “You think that’d stop a man’s primal instinct when they clap glazzes on you and your horrorshow groodies?”

Your brows slightly furrowed down at your plate as your quivering lips pursed together, tears that you tried your best to resist finally began to sting your corneas. Alex never wasted a chance to install it in your brain that every man had no other interest than to fuck you when they looked at you. It wasn’t just degrading or objectifying, it was dehumanizing.

It sounded like he was waiting for you to say something yet you didn’t know what he wanted you to say. You never felt like you could win against Alex. Even if your IQ was higher than his, you still felt like he was smarter than you in every way. Or maybe it was just that domineering and overbearing attitude he had towards everyone around him. You’ve seen up close how successfully he intimidates both his parents and his friends, no one daring to stand up to him. But no one knew his force quite like you. No one was as intimidated by him as you. Not just because you were the weakest link or of his commanding and bold aura, but because of the techniques he used to cow you into submission.

You just wanted to lower yourself to the floor, curl up tightly into a ball, tuck your head into your knees, and rot away. That’s all you wanted to do; fantasizing that the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Allow me to ask you again, my darling. What did that prestoopnick want?” He put emphasis on each word like they were laced in venom.

It was too late, your first lie failed and that was your one and only shot. No matter your fake answer now, he wouldn’t believe it because he had already caught you lying. And if you had to lie about what Patrick wanted, Alex knew for sure it was something he wouldn’t like at all.

Alex rolled his icy blue eyes and huffed out a sigh, slapping his hands on his knees to push himself up to a stand. “Well then! If you won’t tell me then I’ll go ask that gent myself!”

Your eyes sprung wide open, a breath sharply inhaling up through your nose to burn your lungs. He was only able to take three steps before you had thrown yourself onto your knees to his feet and clutched onto the fabric of his pants. “Alex, no, PLEASE!” You wailed hoarsely as if he was leaving you alone with a poltergeist. You couldn’t let that poor boy be subjected to such pitiless inhumanity just because he associated with you out of the kindness of his heart. The thought of it was equally as painful as anything Alex could throw at you.

You whimpered out pleas as you pawed at his legs with tight embracing arms, burying your face in the back of his knees and undoubtedly dampening the fabric with tears. You knew you looked pathetic, most definitely stroking his superiority complex, but Alex murdered your dignity long ago. You were more than willing to beg.

He took a turn to look down at you. Surprisingly softly, his hand leaned down to allow his fingers to trace your jawline. His unreadable gaze stared back into your leaking eyes that held a begging look. He smiled, and for a moment you had a hopeful belief that he would grant mercy and maybe instead take it out on you. But that naive, childish hope was shattered like an ornament the second you noticed that malicious glint in his orbs.

And before you could feel your fear warn you about what was to come, Alex had snatched your throat, receiving your sharp wheeze as he engulfed it in his big hand. He compressed tightly to force you up and off your knees, slowly as to enjoy the sweet sounds of your choking gasps. He slammed you against the wall by your throat and held you there, his strong grip never once faltering. Your hands swung upwards, switching back and forth between trying to pry his grasp off to allow a desperate breath for air and clutching onto his sleeve and forearm for support and something to hold onto through the dizzying pain.

Numb fear filled your bloodshot eyes to the brim and his reaction was a toothy smile. He leaned his sinister expression close to the side of your face that was paling close to a bluish tint. “Such a bad girl for lying to me.” He husked in your ear which would’ve sent shivers spiraling down your bones if you weren’t so distracted by the lack of oxygen to your brain and the spots that began to form in your vision. You heard his voice ring in your ears yet you didn’t understand what he said, but you just knew it was something dark and chilling.

He suddenly removed his face from your cheek to look directly into your dilating pupils to show a kittenish smirk and bright eyes, but his squeeze remained unforgivably tight on your windpipe. He said in a mockingly innocent and forgiving tone, “But all relationships go through a bit of a rough patch, don’t they? We’ll push through this just like we always do. Any bastard that tries to skvat you from me just doesn’t viddy what we’ve got, my love.”

Your overwhelming wheezing, deep gasps became more turbulently desperate as a red substance began to rim your eyeballs. That was when Alex decided it was time to release you, gently letting go of your neck. A powerful gasp of air shot down your esophagus before his hold on you weakened enough to allow you to fall. However, when you fell, you fell right into his kick to your stomach. You landed on your side on the floor with a pair of pained whimpers and grunts, blood smearing around your gums and teeth.

Alex didn’t stay a second longer after the kick to torment you as he instantly continued on his way. “Love hurts, sweetheart!” He called out over his shoulder once he grabbed his cane that he left leaning on the wall beside your door and rested it on his shoulder blade. He escorted himself out like he was just going to run an errand.

You were left to tremble on your floor with one arm hugging your assaulted stomach and your free hand softly touching your burning throat. You moaned from the awful pain for a while, dealing with the difficulty and pain with breathing and swallowing. Your head was aching and you felt sick. When you finally managed to get a steady breath you used it to retch out the blood in your mouth while still laying on your side, creating a crimson splatter mark on the floor. The foul tasting blood still dripped down from the corner of your lips.

As your tired eyes grew lachrymose, a wet sniffle was heard from your petrified form. More followed. And more. And more. And more until one inhale with your frowning mouth triggered an agonized sob to escape from your burning throat. Hot tears finally streamed down your face, so hot you felt like they were leaving burn streak marks.

Gut-wrenching sobs filled the dead silent room and your face flushed pink from the intensity of your breakdown. Your tears poured out of your eyes like there were faucets linked to them as you weakly pushed yourself up. Anguished sobs and snivels still continued with full energy. You got yourself to stand, though with a hunch from the pounding pain in your gut, and walked yourself towards your bedroom with a shake to each step while leaning against the wall for support.

You finally reached the side of your bed, yet when you put one hand on it your knees buckled. You crumbled to the floor and into the corner that was in between your nightstand and bed. More sobs escaped you as you cradled into that corner like a child scared of the monsters in the closet. Eventually your cheeks became so wet from tears someone wouldn’t be able to tell what were new trails.

Your quaking hands reached up to grip onto the roots of your hair as your lips quivered over the faint hyperventilation. You released a manic, miserable yell as you began to slam your head against the floorboards. You couldn’t live like this anymore, you couldn’t bear another day of being Alex’s little doll to play with as he pleased. How could he claim to love you and adore you more than Beethoven when he did such awful things to you?

You contemplated if the fall from the height your window was at in the building was high enough to kill you. Yet you were more scared of more pain. You contemplated plotting out Alex’s murder. But you knew you didn’t have it in you to do it. Even if someone put a gun in your hands, saying you could either put the bullet through your head or his, you’d probably drop the gun. Alex had shaped you into a coward. Your old self would’ve been disgusted and furious at you for becoming this.

You didn’t sleep at all. All night long you lived in the haunting fear that he was going to come back to punish you for the attempt to break free from him; every minute was spent thinking it was going to be any second now. Any second now. Any second now…

Your red puffy eyes shot open from the clanking sound of your mail slot that squeaked throughout your flat, your daily newspaper sliding through. The daylight that peeked through your shades caused you to squint back, your hand moving up to touch your head from the way it ached due to your lengthy mental breakdown that had lasted for the majority of the night. It also probably ached from the position you woke up in, not even realizing that you fell asleep while anticipating Alex’s chilling return.

But he never came back. Which was… strange… for Alex.

You fearfully and fidgetly did your best to go about your day, at least your day inside. You were far too beyond frightened to leave the building, having a deep rooted fear of coming home to Alex hiding somewhere. And the thought of going out in public nearly made you sick because of the anxious agitation that clung around you like heavy chains.

But Alex never came back.

It would’ve been amazingly nice to have a full day off from Alex… if you had a notice. The whole day you kept the front door in your peripheral vision just because of the overwhelming fear that he would come back at literally any second. So after you contained his cold dinner to put in the fridge and you tucked yourself into your sheets, you had realized you wasted the entire rare day of Alex’s absence by being maddeningly paranoid.

Even in the morning you were very off-putted by the fact Alex still hadn’t come back, not even in the night which were his most active hours. You stirred your coffee in your kitchen as you stared off into space, debating if you should call off work today… again. You knew they just had to have been thinking about firing you due to how many times you called off, Alex of course being the reason. You believed the only reason why you were still employed was because your motherly and sisterly coworkers vouched for you endless times and also rationalized your excuses.

You jumped at the sound of your mail slot, the sound of your morning newspaper hitting the floor following. You swallowed and placed your hot mug down to walk to your front door. Crouching down, you picked up the thick roll and opened it up as you walked back to your kitchen. The first three pages were nothing interesting, just articles of oil and advertisements for wall painters and city politics.

The fourth page, however, caught your attention so intensely it halted your leg movements. Because there, right before your eyes, printed in black ink were the words about the arrest of a young man named Alexander Delarge. Your widened eyes stared at the printed name for some time, your mouth hung agape and your heartbeat nearly silenced.

This couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t… It was too good to be true. Your psychosis was playing a cruel, hallucinated joke on you to mock you and your childish hope.

But you finally dragged your disbelieved pupils across the sentences to see the key statements, only those sticking out to you as the words blended together in a blur. It was as if the two statements stood out in a yellow highlight, “------murder charge—----sentenced to 14 years in State Jail.”

Something dripped on the thin paper you held in your tight hands. Another drop followed. The liquefied form of absolute pure joy slipped out the corners of your eyes as a genuine smile stretched across your face. A breathy laugh escaped your throat. As you cried tears of joy and your smile embiggened, heavy laughter bellowed out of you. You reread the words over and over again while you elatedly laughed like a madman.

You were so happy about Alex’s arrest that your attention didn’t focus on the sickening guilt you owned for the murder of Patrick. But… he did say he really wanted to help you, and coincidentally his death was the greatest help of all. It practically served as a sacrifice for your freedom. Maybe two wrongs did make a right.

Though his death was still caused by your interaction from his selfless concern for your safety. But that was something that could eat you alive tomorrow. Today was yours. So what did you want to do first?

You put on a very specific record. The record Alex claimed was yours and his song, which made you grow to despise the song with every fiber of your being, the lyrics feeling so mocking to you and your predicament that you wanted nothing more than to shove your palms over your ears when it played. Yet now… you found it to be a beautiful melody.

So as Cilla Black’s “You’re My World” played from your record player, you danced as if you were head over heels in love. You spun and leapt around your flat, flailing your arms around and mouthing the words dramatically. You danced to your fridge and swung it open like you were in a stage play, snatching the contained and untouched dinner for Alex last night and gracefully chucked it into the garbage.

“You're my world, you are my night and day~”

You grabbed the two cartons of milk and poured the two white liquids down your kitchen sink drain, still mouthing the song words overjoyously.

“You're my world, you're every prayer I pray~”

Light on your feet, you danced back into your living room in the direction of the framed photo of you and Alex that he put up himself on your wall. It was a picture from Alex’s birthday when he went to your restaurant for the free Birthday Special lunch during your shift. Your manager thought it was adorable thus took a picture of the two of you as you sat with him in the booth. Alex was facing the camera with a big smile and was leaning backwards so that you could rest your chin on his shoulder. He had a hand on the side of your face and was pushing it closer to him so that his and yours cheeks were squishing together. You were forcing a smile yet your eyes remained miserable.

Since it was just such a cute photo, your manager framed it on the Birthday wall at the restaurant and gave you a copy. Alex already had so many pictures of the two of you in his bedroom and didn’t really have any room left for another so he mounted it on your living room wall. You always hated looking at that photo, ironically the pose and position in the photo made it look like Alex was resting your decapitated head on his shoulder.

But now you were dancing towards the frame, pointing at it with a foxy expression like you were trying to seduce a real person. You reached the photograph and dragged your hands sensually down the wall on both sides of the frame as you still dramatically mouthed the sung words of Cilla Black.

“If our love~ ceases to be~”

You caressed the side of his face with the back of your hand before you tapped on his nose with your finger. Then you had grabbed the frame off its nails and spun on your feet once while you wore an overdramatic lovestruck expression. You ballroom danced with it around your living room.

“Then it’s the end of my world~”

You halted your dancing to mimic the singing belt as you put on mocking bedroom eyes towards the Alex in the photo. You leaned forward to kiss his face comically.

“End of my world~”

Your expression then switched to a badly acted and overdramatic face of sorrowful sadness during your lip sync of the song turning sad, the back of your hand on your forehead as you swung your head back like a damsel in distress.

“End of my world~”

Your head snapped back down, a small smile beginning to grow. Then you had chucked the picture frame to the floor with all your strength, glass shards sliding from the impact.

“For~ me~”

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RWRB FirstPrince Fake Dating Recs

Click below for my fake dating faves.

Iced Hazelnut Latte by @f-ing-ruthless-baz. T, 1.6k. When an American stranger comes up to him acting like his boyfriend, Henry rolls with it. Because what else is he going to do? Study?

sparks fly (whenever you smile) by cxpbuck. G, 4k. When Alex wakes up after a particularly alcohol-filled night, he’s surprised by a blonde stranger in his bed. What’s more surprising, however, are all the messages on his phone congratulating his engagement to said blonde stranger.

A Toast to the Night by @three-drink-amy. E, 5.5k. Henry looks up from his drink and swears his jaw drops. Standing in front of him is one of the most beautiful men he’s ever seen. From his dark brown curls to the way his deep eyes gleam as he stands there, an awkward smile on his face. Henry is nearly sure this man is going to ask for his seat. He probably has some woman with him, scouring for a place to sit.

“Uh, hi,” the man says.

“Hi.”

“Look, this is really awkward,” he says and Henry feels the confirmation in his gut — also maybe disappointment. “My ex-boyfriend just walked in and I really don’t want to talk to him. I was wondering if I could sit here with you so that he won’t talk to me.”

can this be a real thing (can it?) by @theprinceandagcd. M, 5.7k. June huffs. “And I suggested that he does go, and take a date.”

Something uncomfortable gets stuck underneath Alex’s rib cage on his next breath. “It would piss them off,” he muses, staring at the furrow in Henry's brow and wishing he could smooth it away with his thumb. His fingers twitch, and he shoves his hand into his lap.

Henry is almost pouting. “Ah, yes. Let me select from the many suitors banging down my door.”

“Take me.”

It takes Alex a full second to realize that he’s the one who has spoken, and now everyone at the table is staring at him with slightly agape mouths.

Including Henry.

you don't know the answer (til someone's on their knees and asks you) by @theprinceandagcd. T, 6.1k. “This might be the best one yet,” Henry comments, picking up another forkful of cheesecake and holding it out toward Alex. “Cheers to another successful con.”

They clink their forks, sharing small secret smiles over their free dessert before exiting the restaurant with their fingers interlocked and thanking the hostess, while all the servers watch them leave with hearts in their eyes.

Exactly the way they’d fucking planned it. --- Best friends Alex and Henry pretending to get engaged every week to get free dessert, until those pesky feelings get in the way.

(are we falling like) snow on the beach by @coffeecatsme. T, 6.4k. Henry has to belatedly agree that the Craigslist ad isn’t posted by an organ harvester, yet confronted with the face that has haunted his dreams for weeks—even if all they shared was an awkward hug—Henry thinks that would’ve been more desirable.

When Henry needs a fake boyfriend for a family dinner, Pez finds him someone off of Craigslist. Turns out, it's the same person he's had a disastrous first date with months ago.

12 Year Starter by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 6.6k. “Hazza, you poorly assembled toast rack,” Pez interrupts him, effectively stopping Henry in his tracks as he tries to untangle the absurdity of that description. “You are not cancelling your birthday dinner just because your – admittedly charming and extremely sexy – best friend can’t hop across the pond in quite as sprightly and timely a manner as we’d previously hoped. You shall go to the ball.”

(call me) in case you need an escape by viciouslyqueer. T, 6.8k. Alex was studying in the library when a man asked to sit with him. He’s beautiful. 

will you be my (fake) boyfriend? by coffeecatsme. T, 8.2k. It's a split-second decision. He drops his towel aside and beelines next to the blonde, grabbing a bottle of vodka on his way so he doesn’t look suspicious, and slams it loudly on the counter next to the pair. The blonde jumps and stares at him with wide eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Alex drawls out; he’s careful to move slowly but he leans over the counter anyway, going up on his tiptoes, and lets his lips brush against his cheeks. The blonde hairs tickle his forehead. “And here I was wondering where my favorite person went.”

During his shift at his bar, Out Law'ed, Alex saves him from a handsy flirt by pretending to be boyfriends. They keep it going. 

lover of mine (maybe we’ll take some time) by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 9.2k. “Why am I even invited to the wedding?”

“See, it’s a funny story,” Alex says quickly. “After we broke up, Nora took this new job in Upper Manhattan. So she and June live there now. And I’ve been so busy working at Luna’s new firm that I haven’t really talked to my family about anything other than the wedding. So, um. Well. They don’t know that we broke up.”

Henry feels his fingers digging into the invitation, crumpling the paper, but he doesn’t care. “They what?”

Alex buries his face in his hands. “I never told my family that we broke up.”

Green Means Go by @indomitable-love. E, 9.5k. ‘Ah the joys of student living,’ Henry says, smiling at Alex. There’s something warm in his eyes too despite the cool blue colour. ‘I see you found the dress code,’ he says smoothly, giving Alex a sly smile. His voice is smooth, honeyed and rich even over the vibrations of the music.

Alex’s brow furrows. ‘Dress code?’ 

Henry pauses. ‘You’re wearing green, are you not?’ 

‘Green?’ Alex asks, looking down at his shirt and then back to Henry, in a short sleeved yellow button up shirt, then to Pez in lime green. He looks around again – two girls on the dance floor dancing together, one in a deep green velvet dress, the other in a khaki jacket; a group next to them, all in red; someone dancing in yellow dungarees. Everyone around them in one of those three colours.

Oh, fuck. 

‘This is a stop light party,’ Alex says dumbly. 

Alex is an exchange student and ends up at a traffic light party that he doesn't realise is a traffic light party. 

All in the mood for a melody by clottedcreamfudge. E, 9.6k. Alex has a new upstairs neighbour. This isn't a problem in and of itself; it's not like he hasn't had upstairs neighbours before. It's been a revolving door of characters since he first moved into his own apartment four years ago, and none of them has been particularly significant.

This person though - whoever they fucking are - has a piano.

Just Business by bleedingballroomfloor. T, 11k. “I just need you to know that this is strictly a business relationship.”

Henry blinks. His brain is taking a minute to process everything — meeting Alex. Dozens of pictures lining his office walls, each featuring a different persona of his. Brochures upon brochures, prices upon prices. It’s a bit overwhelming.

“You’re asking for a lot here,” Alex continues, “and that means we’ll be spending a lot of time together. A Golden Tux. You’re asking me to pull off a Golden Tux, Henry. But I need you to know that this is just business.”

Henry knows he’s asking for a lot. A best man. A wedding party. Time with his family. He knows that this should only be about business. He knows.

(He also knows that Alex is very, very attractive, and he knows that this will be a long four weeks with Alex.)

i'll bet it all on me and you, i'll bet it all you're bulletproof by @anincompletelist. M, 11k. ALSO podfic by @thirdeye1234

“Let’s do this,” he says.

“Let’s,” Alex agrees, pushing down on the handle until the door swings open. “After you, boyfriend.”

This is most definitely not his finest idea. Henry usually practices much better self preservation skills. Much better common sense skills. He steps over the threshold of Alex’s room and it feels like sealing his fate.

They’re doing this for Alex to win over their bosses in a lighthearted game with a harmless lie, but Henry can’t fight off the bitter knowledge that, regardless of how tonight goes, Alex will be fine, but Henry has so much to lose.

Comfort Crowd by schmulte. T, 12k. But today. Today the universe is playing its worst prank yet. Because not only has fate cruelly given him a crush on possibly the most unattainable person at his school, but it also pushed them together in the most inconvenient of ways. And today must be the final nail in Henry’s coffin, because the perfect, beautiful boy sitting across from him has just opened his mouth and said: “We should date.” Firstprince fake dating/To All The Boys au!

Only Fools by @orchidscript. M, 13k. Henry rolled his eyes. “No. You tell me — that sounds better — why I should bring my ex-hook up to my brother’s wedding?”

Pez hummed and half-shrugged. “Why wouldn’t you? He’s the perfect thing to light your gran’s helmet of hair on fire.” Pez set his cup down and leaned forward onto the table. “That’s what Pip encouraged you to do, didn’t he?”

“Martha more than Pip, but yes. He did.” Henry sighed.

“Then ask Alex.” ___________________________________________

With his brother's wedding a few weeks away, Henry Fox is determined to not show up alone. Not wanting to ask a stranger, he instead turns to Alex, hoping to manufacture something believable from something familiar. Try as he might to keep a level head, Henry can't help falling in love with the man. Will it come around to bite him or will it turn into something more than he had hoped?

tangled up (with you) by @athousandrooms @dustratcentral. M, 16k. “See? I have no fucking filter. That’s exactly what got me into this situation. I guess the whole thing with wanting my mom to know I’m not straight got mixed up with all the frustration." Alex knows he's spiraling, panic rising the more he thinks of the snowballing effect of his lie, of the consequences that will inevitably come to bite him in the ass, but he has no idea how to stop it. "And now I have to come clean and tell her I don’t actually have a boyfriend and also explain why I lied, and if they didn’t think I was a complete mess before, this is gonna confirm it for sure.”

Henry takes hold of both his hands, fingertips stroking over his pulse points soothingly. “Alex, breathe.” He waits until Alex manages a slow, slightly shaky breath, then opens his mouth and throws him a fucking curveball. “What if you didn’t come clean?”

Alex is an expert at making messes, but this time he dug himself into a hole he doesn't know how to get out of, and now his family is expecting him to bring home a boyfriend that - small problem - doesn't exist. Luckily for him, Henry is willing to take the role.

Five Words In My Head by aforgottennymph. E, 19k.

“I have a proposition for you.” Henry tries not to think about those words in another context and ultimately fails. He schools his expression into something more civil, “Right. What is it?” Alex appears to be straining so hard to not roll his eyes that it’s surprising he hasn’t given himself a hernia, “Date me.” “Excuse -” “Pretend. Pretend to date me.”

Henry Fox is certain of four key facts; he needs at least four vodka shots to be able to stomach karaoke, his best friend Pez may be the earliest cause of his inevitable demise and he is sadly, deeply in love with his next-door neighbour who hates his guts.

The fourth is that the universe is out to get him as that is the only explanation for why said neighbour demands that they pretend to date, so he can prove to his sister that he is mature enough to be godfather to her child.

Wait until he finds out their hotel room only has one bed.

Please Don’t Let Me Be So Understood by @cha-melodius. E, 20k. “I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.”

“Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well.

(After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)

Fifty First Dates by @welcometololaland. E, 26k. Henry has used a dating app exactly one time. Predictably, the date turns out to be terrible. The bartender, however, is not.

A cute stranger’s solution to Henry’s woeful dating life is to set him up on fifty first dates.

It's Tradition by firb (f_ing_ruthless_baz). M, 29k. It’s tradition. Whoever catches the bouquet at the wedding has to kiss the person closest to them. And maybe they’ll have a Spark.

Well Alex doesn’t give a heck about tradition, and he certainly doesn’t believe anyone is going to find their soulmate at a wedding like Prince Philip’s. And when he’s the one who gets accidentally flogged by florals at the toss, he certainly doesn’t think he’s going to Spark—not since the only one standing near him is Prince Dickhead himself.

When sparks fly and cakes collapse, Alex and Henry are going to have to face the music. They may be soulmates, but they sure don’t have to be happy about it.

Let Loose Your Glow by @athousandrooms. E, 45k. “Seems like my liege was caught in a situation where he’d rather the ground swallow him whole.” Pez nods towards a spot to the side, and Alex follows his gaze. He spots Henry easily – a tall lighthouse of tousled blond hair – talking to a girl who is clearly into him. His expression looks perfectly polite, but he’s subtly leaning away, and he looks tense.

So, Alex makes an impulsive decision.

Whatever happens, this is going to be fun.

Or: Alex is so very definitely straight, so pretending to be Henry’s boyfriend to get him out of an awkward situation should just be a fun little pastime - except that he doesn't really want to stop, and he has no idea why. But maybe it's okay to not think too hard and let himself go with the flow, for once. 

Even if It's Just Pretend by nontoxic. E, 55k. “The queen wants to show that the Prince and the First Son are still deeply in love and committed to their countries.” Ellen swallows. “They want you to go on a tour of the Commonwealth together, to get the public to see those emails not as a sex scandal, but an invasion of privacy of a wholesome, loving relationship.”

“It was an invasion of privacy,” Alex says. He swallows. “Did they say what would happen if we say no?”

Ellen’s lips pinch tightly at the corners. “Then they will issue a full denial and Henry will tour the commonwealth himself.”

Alex doesn't hesitate. “Tell them we’ll do it. I’m not gonna let him do this alone."

It would kill him. Henry hates this shit. The public parading, the judgment. Having to do all of that, and deny who he is? Alex at least wants to be there, to hold his hand through it. Even if it's just as a friend.

It might kill Alex to pretend, but that’s a small price to pay to ensure Henry—his beautiful, vibrant, funny-as-hell, brilliant ex-not-quite-boyfriend—isn’t killed instead.

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or, the alex-never-goes-to-kensington-after-the-lake-house, exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic.

Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge. E, 67k. "You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.”

"You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine."

Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?"

Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.

praying our bridges don't make waves by anincompletelist (soldouthaz). E, 82k. He glances down to the word ‘LOVE’ at the bottom. It’s too loud, too harshly written. Alex doesn’t feel harsh or loud. He feels a lot, so much it’s overwhelming sometimes, but the edges are soft, not hard. There’s a glow around it, something hazy and barely tinted gold, and Alex feels like if he could reach out and put his hands near it, they would warm up like they used to when he stood in front of the old brick fireplace back home.

He glances at ‘LOVE’ and then loops back around to ‘HENRY’.

Maybe, Alex thinks, hands shaking, they’re one in the same. Whatever the fuck that means.

When June gets sick, Alex knows he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she gets the care that she needs. Even if that means convincing his nemesis/sexuality-crisis-inducing/clandestine hook-up partner/somewhat of an actual friend to pretend to be his soulmate in order to pull it off. It's both more and less complicated than it sounds.

lights, camera, action (roses, wisteria and royal bluebells) series by coffeecatsme. E, 200k. If you could have anything in the world, anything at all, what would it be?

Alexander Claremont-Diaz has clawed his way into Hollywood despite all the hurdles in his way, and now he's starring in his dream movie—a queer romcom adapted from one of his favorite books, Roses, Wisteria, and Royal Bluebells. However, he barely has the chance to be excited before he finds out who his costar is. The privileged, white, bigoted Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor.

The last thing Alex wants is to be associated with Henry more than he already has to, but a fateful interview and a few choice words against Henry turns him into enemy number one in Hollywood. To fix it, he has to pretend to be Henry's best friend and show the entire world his comments were nothing but friendly banter. However, as he gets inevitably tangled up in Henry's life, he realizes not everything is as it seems, and Henry might be hiding his own demons that might change everything.

I only tag an author once per post, but I'm still figuring out firstprince author handles. If you see one I may not know or find a broken link, please give me a heads up!

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#firstprince #rwrb fic recs #rwrb #alex x henry #red white & royal blue

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Happy 28th! Here is my April 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

When All Is Said And Done by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 (76k)

“You must be thinking of another of your ex-husbands,” Louis snapped back, and Harry stilled, slowly turning to face him. There was something almost dangerous in Harry's look then but Louis stayed firm, not cowering away.

“Thankfully, I only have the misfortune of one ex-husband,” Harry said darkly, snatching up the plates and slamming them onto the table. 

*****

Louis and Harry were married, but things fell apart, ending in divorce, broken hearts and separate lives. Years later, their paths cross once more, and time together forces old feelings to resurface. But is it too little, too late?

Greenhouses AU Series by TiredTiredTz / @tiredtiredtz (63k)

Glass Closets and Greenhouses (60k) Charlton Athletic defender Louis Tomlinson and worldwide sex symbol Harry Styles are rumoured to be hooking up after a viral video filmed at Harry’s Wembley show was posted online by Tommo’s twin sisters. Sources close to the pair tell us the couple have been dating for a while, with rumours of house hunting, marriage and even kids on the cards! Styles, 29, is as well known for his whirlwind love life as his chart topping music. Most recently linked to British fashion designer Alex Millet-Sloan, Harry has stayed tight-lipped on rumours of any romantic rendezvous between himself and footballer Tomlinson, 31, yet fans online are convinced that all evidence points to #Tomlinstyles being the real deal. Not Conditional (3k) Harry is bald and this is how I’m coping. Set a few years after the events of Glass Closets and Greenhouses.

It Feels Different When You’re With Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings (45k)

Harry fell in love with sign language as a kid. He never imagined the first love of his life would lead him straight to his second.

Every Lonely Place by HamPalpert (38k)

Facing the fact that he’s been prioritizing his career over his relationship, Harry proposes to his longtime boyfriend Louis on a whim. But when yet another work emergency takes precedence over their plans, Louis decides he’s had enough. Harry goes to bed drunk and alone, and when he wakes, he finds himself in an entirely different world. Over and over again, Harry visits a lifetime he’s once lived, across time and dimensions. And wherever there’s a Harry Styles, there’s a Louis Tomlinson.

The Act of Making Noise by suspendrs / @suspendrs (32k)

“Oh,” Harry frowns, waving him off. “No, I could never. I respect myself too much to sing for a living.”

It feels like a slap across the face, but Louis does his best not to stiffen, blinking once and then frowning. “What?”

“Those people are always so miserable, you know?” Harry says, hopping down off his stool and straightening his sweater. “There’s so much pressure on them, and they have to work so hard to keep up appearances, I can’t even imagine how difficult that is. I can’t even stand to listen to pop music today, let alone watch TV or read the magazines. It makes me so sad, thinking that those people, you know, the ones who actually went into it with heart, they only ever just wanted to make music and instead they got turned into things on leashes being paraded around to make money for other people,” he says. “Anyway, you can have the stool.”

Or, Louis's famous, Harry has no idea who he is, and they get snowed in together at a ski lodge in Vermont.

It’s About Time by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (3k)

Best friends and roommates, Louis and Harry have been through a lot together, including law school for Louis, marriage and divorce for Harry. Their imminent eviction forces them to admit their feelings.

#28th appreciation #April fic rec #monthly fic rec #Larry fic rec #fic rec #hlcreators #read

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Y/N grinded his teeth together as he watched his Pokémon, Chikorita being pushed back by the powerful attacks of Henry's Empoleon. This battle wasn't going the way Y/N expected it to go.

He was on a journey with his two boyfriends: Alex Claremont Diaz. And Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor. The First Son and Prince of Wales had responsibilities to their respective countries, but also to themselves as well. They headed out with no particular destination in mind, braving the wonderful world of Pokémon.

The three of them would have battles almost every single day to keep their skills sharp. And today was Henry's turn with Y/N while Alex made dinner. They both chose their ace Pokémon partners and even though Y/N had the advantage, there was no denying that Henry had the high ground of a fully evolved Pokémon.

Chikorita was panting as it stared at the towering Emperor Pokémon. It barely survived a combination attack of Drill Peck and Flash Cannon. They got some good hits in with Leaf Storm and Vine Whip, but Empoleon was still standing. Its defense was unbelievable. Henry raised it well. Speaking of which;he was smiling at Y/N. “If this is all you have to offer, then it's not going to be much of a match. You should call it quits now, Luv.”

“This match is far from over, your Majesty. Never underestimate the power of my Chikorita.” Y/N said. Alex chuckled by the lunch table.

“It's your Royal Highness! And fine. Have it your way. Use Hydro Cannon!” Empoleon opened its beak and formed a ball of concentrated water before launching it at the grass starter.

“Go, Chikorita! Use Vine Whip!” the quadrupedal ran towards the incoming attack as the dark-green buds around its neck extended out in two, using the whips to jump up and sail into the air. Henry counted on Y/N doing that. “Use Drill Peck!” The Penguin-looking Pokémon started to spin like a top, beak glowing white, until it spun towards Chikorita.

Y/N anticipated that Henry would anticipate his attack. Without a verbal command and just their eyes, Chikorita dodged by twisting its small body against the invading attack until it was safety away from the bigger Pokémon. It shot its vines at Empoleon’s feet and wrapped them tight. Henry was shocked.

“Now, slam it!” Even though Chikorita was small, it was surprisingly strong for its size. It threw Empoleon onto its back hard on the ground. Empoleon let out a groan of pain. “Empoleon, no!” Henry cried.

“Let's win this. Use Leaf Storm!” Chikorita’s leaf on its head glowed a bright green before it sent a tornado of leaves at the water type.

“Get up and use Flash Cannon!” Henry said.

Empoleon rose to its feet at the last second, shot a beam of silver energy in contrast to the green leaves. Both attacks slammed into each other with no clear sign of a winner. They pushed and pulled until finally both attacks exploded into a powerful smoke. When it cleared, both Chikorita and Empoleon were both still standing and before they could attack again, Alex held up his hand.

“That's good for today. Lunch is ready.” He walked towards them, carrying Y/N's Fuecoco in his arms. “And I don't want you guys to miss out on my homemade Tamales.”

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #rwrb movie #rwrb #rwrb x male reader #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #alex x henry #Alex x Henry x male reader #henry fox mountchristen windsor #nicolas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #pokemon #chikorita #empoleon

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Wrestling

Alex cursed under his breath. Today was the public audition at the community center of his town and he was late already. He had been so busy trying to get everything ready that he didn't realize it was almost ten o'clock when he left home. He just hoped that him being late wouldn't have an effect on his chances of getting picked.

He walked into the building and looked around for someone who could tell him where he should go. Luckily, the young receptionist woman was very friendly and showed him to a small waiting room. Inside, there was only one other person: A tall, thin man with dark hair and eyes, who was wearing a black suit with a blue tie and sat very upright in his chair. His face didn't look unattractive, but had a stern look about it.

"Hi, I'm Alex" said Alex and briefly wondered if he was underdressed. Were suits required for the audition? Alex was wearing jeans and a light jacket because he wanted to be comfortable during the day. Maybe he should have worn something more formal after all...

The man raised his eyebrows and turned to Alex. "I am Cade," he replied. "Nice to meet you."

"You too!" said Alex enthusiastically, relieved that this would probably not be a long wait like he feared.

They began talking about their interests and backgrounds, quickly discovering they had quite a few things in common, like, for example a small passion for the theatre.

Alex was about to inquire more about what role Cade was auditioning for, when he noticed a small object on the table next to them: A small coin, with an unusal shine to it. As he leaned forward to take a closer look at it, he realized it wasn't just shiny; it also shimmered slightly, as if it were glowing.

"What's that?", Alex asked and Cade seemed interested as well.

"Interesting", he said and took the coin to give it a closer examination. However, as Cade was looking at the coin, it quickly shimmered and vanished into thin air.

"Hey, did you see that?" asked Cade curiously.

"No..." replied Alex confused.

"It disappeared!"

"Maybe it was just a reflection or something..." Alex said. He was suddenly feeling a bit light-headed.

Cade on the other hand produced a hankerchief to wipe his forehead. "It suddenly seems a bit hot in here. Did they turn up the heat?"

"Yeah, maybe." Alex answered and felt another wave of dizziness hit him. He didn't find it particularily hot, but he felt strange all over. Cade was visibly sweating and loosened his tie.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I don't know... I feel weird..." Alex mumbled.

Suddenly, a sudden gust of wind blew through the waiting room and sent papers flying everywhere. The door slammed shut with a bang and locked itself.

"What's going on...?" Alex said, alarmed. He got up from his chair and tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge.

Cade didn't reply but instead was fanning himself air. "It's just too warm!" he said, fidgeting on his suit. "Do you mind if I loosen my shirt?"

"Uh, no, go ahead." Alex said hesitantly.

Cade undid his top button and pulled his collar away from his neck. "I think that will help."

Alex looked back and saw that Cade had wet patches of sweat under his arms already. Weird, it really wasn't that warm in here. However, Alex had trouble standing steady, so he opted to sit down next to Cade again. They both watched as Cade continued to fan himself and soon enough, his clothes were soaked in sweat.

"Oh dear, this is uncomfortable..." Cade muttered, sitting uncomfortably in his chair.

"You can take off your shirt if you want", Alex offered. Something was very wrong with him. Not only was he feeling kind of weak and light-headed, to his embarassement, he also noticed his cock getting hard. It took him a moment to understand why. It was the way Cade, or Cades sweat, was smelling. This didn't make sense, though. Alex had been in gyms before and he was straight as an arrow - why was the smell of another mans sweat turning him on so much? And yet, it did. He couldn't stop thinking about how good it smelled.

Cade hesitated for a bit before nodding shortly. He looked really uncomfortable unbuttoning his dress shirt like that, but apparently he was feeling so much heat that it sounded like a good alternative either way.

When Cade finally took off his shirt, Alex could hardly believe his eyes. From his frame, Alex would have thought that Cade was thin and well-groomed. On the contrary though, Cades torso appeared to be suprisingly fit. There was little body hair, but Alex could see a bit of pit hair from his position. He was trying really hard not to stare, but failed. His cock was throbbing in the confines of his jeans and the suprisingly manly smell of sweat was turning him on to no end.

Cade put his hands on his knees and leaned forward slightly, panting heavily. Alex realized that Cade must have been working out regularly. As he watched Cade gasping for breath, Alex found himself wondering what it would smell like if he were to lean over and bring his nose closer to the source of the musky smell. He imagined being able to sniff Cades pits and inhale deeply. Would it smell different than just smelling Cade's skin? Or would it just smell like sweat?

Cade caught Alex staring at him and smiled nervously. Alex could have sworn that Cades gaze noticed his tenting jeans but he didn't comment on that. Instead he asked: "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," said Alex, still struggling to control his growing erection.

"It's just so hot in here..." Cade said and looked around.

Alex just nodded, playing along. He briefly wondered if the smell would be even more intense if Cade were to dispose of his pants. But he might go ahead and play along some more before suggesting that. Alex really couldn't think straight. His head was swimming and what little brain capacity was left was extremely horny right now.

"You're right, it's awfully hot!" Alex lied and continued, while getting out of his jacket. "I'm gonna lose my shirt, too."

Alex removed his t-shirt and began to fidget with the buttons of his jeans. He hoped that Cade wouldn't notice that he was having trouble concentrating on anything else other than getting rid of his clothes.

"I thought you were gonna remove your shirt", Cade remarked as he saw Alex opening his pants. Was it just Alex mind or did Cade really sound not quite as sophisticated as before?

"Oh, sorry... I need to get out of those clothes" Alex mumbled and quickly pulled his pants down to reveal his tented boxer shorts.

Cade stared at Alex's hard cock for a moment before smiling awkwardly and looking away.

"I don't know if you should do that..." he said.

"Oh, it's okay! You should get out of yours as well, we're all dudes here" Alex replied and continued to pull down his pants. He felt like a total pervert doing this in front of someone else, but he was so turned on that he didn't care anymore.

Cade seemed reluctant to take off his pants, but eventually agreed. He stood up and undid his belt buckle. When he got rid of his pants, he revealed a pair of black underwear and suprisingly muscular legs. Alex mouth watered as he saw that Cades underwear, too was holding a big bulge. Apparently, the other man was well endowed and rather excited about the situation as well.

Alex couldn't resist any longer. He stood up as well and approached Cade, the musk guiding his nose towards his chest and pits. He noticed that he seemed to have shrunk a bit, no eye level with Cades chest. A chest that was rather dark. It could be the light, but Alex could have sworn that Cade didn't have that deep tan all over his skin before.

He reached out and touched Cade's arm first, then grabbed hold of his shoulder. He had toreach up slightly to reach it - otherwise, he would have been unable to touch it. The sensation of touching another mans body was new to him and it made him feel weird, but also strangely turned on. He could feel his heart beating faster when he took Cade's hand and brought it to his own face.

Cade looked at Alex curiously, but didn't say anything. Instead, after a moment or two, Cade grabbed the back of Alex' head and pressed it into his own chest. Alex let out a soft moan as he felt Cade's strong and youthful body against his own. His cock throbbed inside his underwear as he rubbed his cheek against Cades skin. Alex didn't know what to do with his hands at first, but resorted to pulling down both his and Cades underwear, allowing theyr stiff cocks to touch. Both men gasped simultaneously when their flesh came into contact.

"Ohh..." Cade moaned softly and increased the pressure on Alex head, pressing him against his chest and into his pit. It was warm and wet, and filled with this heavenly stench. Alex couldn't help but try to get even closer to Cades dark skin. He wrapped his arms around Cades shoulder and his legs around his tighs, hugging Cade tightly. He had no problem holding himself in that position, as his body had become much lighter. Alex skin had taken a completly black hue on his upper body and a bright orange from his waist downwards, with ocassional black stripes.

Cade returned the embrace and held Alex firmly by his shoulders. Alex could feel Cade's firm muscles under his fingers and toes, while he could feel every vein running through Cades neck and chest. His arms and legs started to grow together, forming a singular fabric body around Cades upper body. His groin that was rubbing against Cades cock experienced the strangest feeling as his body was becoming flatter and flatter, more fabric like and finally displayed the prominent bulge formed by Cades ample cock. Cade started to rub his cock through Alex fabric body and grunted deeply. Precum and sweat was leaking into Alex, and he could taste all of it, from all sides. Finally, Cade came inside the wrestling singlet that Alex had become, who absorbed the load that Cade was producing gladly.

The young adult black wrestler panted, after he had jerked off through his singlet. He shouldn't have done that! He could already hear the announcer introduce him: "A round of applaus for Dameon, the black tiger!". Dameon knew it was time for his match, and he just hoped nobody would notice the damp patch in his singlet groin. If he won that match like that, he would make sure to make it his lucky tradition to jerk off into his singlet before the match!

In the “two sides of the same coin“ series, I will present short concluded stories with mainly inanmimate and male tf content - enjoy!

#inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #male transformation #sweat #musk #muscle tf #straight to gay #racial transformation #two sides of the same coin

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Delusional - Part 21

“Jax!” Tara called his name in suprise as he gripped her arm and pulled her into an empty waiting room. Jax’s face was like thunder as he slammed the door shut behind them and pulled the blinds closed. “What fucking game are you playing?” He spat at the terrified doctor. “I Dont know what your talking about-” Tara was cut off by Jax’s hand flying out and catching her around the throat, pushing her against the wall. Fear filled her eyes as she saw a different side of her ex lover. This was the side she never thought she would see. The Angry Jax who used to do anything to protect her and their relationship. She only saw the loving Jax who would treat her like she was the most fragile beautiful thing in the world. She felt his hot breath fan across her face as he leaned close to her. “Fucking with my Wife, will bring you nothing but trouble, Dr Knowles. Now i dont know what you are trying to accomplish but let me be clear. You are the past. Delaney is my future. She is carrying my child. My fucking baby. A Legacy Child, that me and every Son from here to Belfast will die to protect. You and me? We had our time and its done. Now in future, when you see my girl, you turn and walk in the other fucking direction. You dont look at her. You dont breathe near her. Me and my family are out of fucking bounds for you. Do you understand?” Tara gasped against his hold as she watched tears fall from his eyes. Words were lost to her, all she could do was nod in agreement. Jax let her go and stepped back as she dropped to the floor. “This is the last time im going to allow you to fuck with my family.We’re Done Tara.” And with that Jax left her in a heap on the cold hospital floor. Storming from the hospital, Jax headed to his moms house. Knocking the door, Jax couldnt explain the relief he felt when Gemma Answered. “Whats happened baby?” That was all it took. Jax burst into sobbs on his moms front door as she wrapped her arms around him for the first time since he was a teenager. There was only one time she had seen him this bad, and its when that little hussy twisted him up and left. Jax spent the night on his moms sofa filling both her and Clay in on what had happened before falling into a restless sleep.

Delaney winced as she opened her eyes. Crying yourself to sleep really does give you a god awful headache. Sliding from under the warmth of her covers she slipped on Jax’s hoodie and made her way down the hall. She really could Murder a coffee but the recent baby news meant she was stuck to a cup of tea instead. She really did not want to risk a damn thing with this pregnancy. Despite what her and Jax are going through, they needed something good and this baby meant a lot to both of them. Jax would be a great Dad, and thats something that she couldnt deny. She hoped he stuck to his word and she would see him Monday, not in the arms of Dr Knowles. Everything yesterday was so hard. Hearing Tara say that shit hurt like hell. Her stepping away gave Jax the freedom and space to choose who he wanted. And even though it was selfish, she wanted him to choose her. To choose their family. “Wow, you really havent changed a bit.” The voice made Delaney drop her mug of tea. No. Why. How. 

Turning around slowly, Delaney made eye contact with Alex. There he was, in the flesh, sat at her and Jax’s kitchen Table. A sinister grin spread across his face as Delaney spotted the gun in his hand. “Miss me Sweetie?”

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[oneshotnewbie]

Tempting Bad - Part II

Authors Note: Way too long and a little rushed, but I wanted to put everything you asked me into this request. I tried to shorten it a bit but I didn't succeed. So sorry for that! Also parted in two parts because Tumblr did not let me post the whole thing :(

Trigger warning! This one-shot includes the topic of suicide and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Summary: Life consists of small moments that shape us, stay in our memories and make us who we are. Often we don't even know what influence we have on other people, how we appear to the outside world and how we affect other people's lives. And this influence leaves traces

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Your eyes were swollen, your cheeks red and hot from crying when you got to your apartment and slammed the door shut. Leaning against it, you painfully slid down along the wood before pulling your knees close to your torso and burying your head deep in your arms.

With multiple, deep sobs you let out your pent-up sadness that had accumulated deep inside you while you felt a noose tighten around your neck and the ground pull out from under your feet.

You tried to calm yourself, which was not easy. The only thoughts floating around in your head were thoughts of hanging your life on the hook and your own death. Sobbing and completely lost, you gave these thoughts the strength they carried within and let them win.

For weeks, you put up with everything life has thrown at you, but the ground had been torn from under your feet.

Desperate and almost in a state of panic, you got up on shaky legs and immediately searched for a pen in various drawers before ripping the paper out of the printer on your way to the coffee table.

Totally lost in your own anger and destruction, you cleared the things that were on the table with a simple sweep of your arms onto the floor. The cracking and clinking of the glasses on the parquet floor were absent in your ears, the only focus laying on the blank sheet of paper. You began to write absent-mindely and after the first word, the pen just flew across the paper.

<Hey my beloved sisters, Pen and paper have been lying in front of me, scraps of thoughts flying back and forth, but nothing useful that would help me put into words what is going on inside of my mind. My classmates call me different than the rest of humanity. It hurts to see the disgusted looks and hear the nasty names they call me. Every day, I have to endure the teasing. Comments that make me miserable. Both of you had suspected something as I withdrew myself from you, watched my development in the last year of high school with growing concern. I suffered in silence, did not want to drag you into a fight that I had to master alone. But I had lost this incessant fight, my time on this earth is up and you are not to blame. The price I had to pay for being myself torments me. Excruciating pain as the cold grips me and my innocent blood dries up in my veins. I just wanted to feel complete, but what remains are deep burns on scarred flesh. Embracing flames, expressed in the form of insults and contempt, pull me deeper. Their dominant psyche and their whispering voices behind my back stifle my cries for help while their words bring me to my knees, slaughter my defenseless body every second of my school days. I want to be free. Free from everything but above all from the unspeakable pain that infects me with incurable venom. And that is why I say take care and do not cry over me. Nothing can be worse than years of cold bullying leading a young person to commit suicide. Kara, Alex. I love you. Forever and always, your Y/n>

Tears had smeared the ink between the lines, stains of them waving the paper. By now you had slumped off the couch onto the floor, one hand cupped over your mouth as you gazed into the distance in silence. Hurt with words and harmless statements, hurt with actions that brought you down.

You were rarely hurt physically, but the emotional pain caused your body to suffer as well. Why you deserved it, was uncertain. But it was cruel and you knew that pain would never go away living that way.

Meanwhile, you hurried through the apartment, trying to find a suitable place for the letter before you put it on the dresser near a picture of your sisters and yourself on one of the happy days. "I hope you forgive me,"

Whispering the last words into the void, you said goodbye to your place of rest, love and protection before you set off to carry out your plan. Walking the streets of National City among crowds, with the hood low over your face, you made your way off to a place you usually went whenever you needed to think.

A bridge with train track below, on which departing and arriving trains passed, noted by their loud noises. For the first time in forever, you felt like you were entering a foreign district, even though you had been coming her for years.

Your legs were heavy as lead and you could feel your heart trying to find a way up into your throat. Completely out of breath and trembling, you remained at the barrier and ignored the few looks you drew from joggers or walkers.

The adrenaline rushed through your body before you climbed over the barrier and were now standing on top of a two inch wide metal beam that kept you from a twenty meter free fall. Your heart was beating fast, blood pounding in your ears while your hands were shaking and a lump was forming in your throat.

You slowly put one foot in front of the other. When you got to the edge of the bridge, you stopped and enjoyed the wind blowing through your hair while you spread your arms like a birds wings. "Do not do it, doll. Please"

You flinched, staggered on the iron beam, but managed to keep your balance. You cocked your head to the side to see the person standing back on the slope and studied them, quickly realizing who it was before a small smile crept onto your lips. It was one of the very few people in your life who could stop you from taking the final step. "Lee, what are you doing here?"

"Kara called me in panic, asked if you were with me.." began the CEO of L-Corp to speak, carefully taking small steps towards you. The raven haired knew exactly where to look for you, had she known the places you went when you needed space and distance. "Come down and talk to me, please"

"Talk about what? There is nothing to talk about, nothing matters anymore,"

"What is on your mind and what led you to this decision. Please, break your silence," she spoke to you urgently and pleadingly. Her usually strong and spiteful voice had dropped into a worried tone, and seemed almost choked as she whispered, "Let me help you"

A cold shiver ran down your back and made your body tremble again, but your tears had dried up. You stood still and silent, your gaze directed to the train that was approaching from afar. "The daily insults so full of hatred have destroyed my soul," your throat went dry, like you did swallowed sand while feeling a cold pressure in your chest. "I can not go on living like this"

"You have an entire family behind you that is willing to help. You just need to talk to us"

Lena´s firm words mingled with your interrupted thoughts and made you sob quietly. For a moment, you felt dizzy and though you were going to fall. But it was just an illusion that made you cling to the railing even tighter, yet it brought you to a realization.

You wanted to live. For your family but above all for what was still ahead of you.

"It will get better, Y/n…" a phrase you have been trying to convince yourself many times over the past few days but failed every time. When those words came out of her mouth, they sounded real. Honest.

Your thoughts faltered briefly and you looked up at emerald green eyes that seemed to glitter in the setting sun. "Really?" you doubted, and your trembling legs retreated to the center of the platform. Standing right on the boundary between solid ground and the abyss, you laid your cold-shivering hands on the iron concrete and looked up again, feeling the icy wind blowing through your hair and making your tears seem colder on your skin.

As soon as the raven haired saw the chance, she grabbed you with an incredible strength and pulled you over the parapet into her arms. Her arms wrapped tightly around your body, holding you close with a firm grip and breathed out a sigh of relief.

Lena laid her head on your shoulder before her eyes closed and focused on your trembling body, which seemed to shatter under her embrace. Your heartbeat seemed to slow, your breathing evened out with the steady rise and fall of your chest. There was only sobbing and a slight hiccup that broke the silence. "Shh, I am here"

And you were more than grateful for that. Grateful, that she saved you from a mistake you probably pulled through if she had not shown up.

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[yeastinfectionvale]

Vale watched Uccio open the door, Pecco sitting on the table, homework halfheartedly completed.

"Luca is looking for you, Peccolino." Uccio says, drumming his fingers against the iPad in his hands. Pecco looks to his dad who sits with his shoulders curled in slightly. Vale nods at his son, silently urging his to go spend sometime outside without him. His fallout with Marc had affect his son and his heart hurt at that. Vale's stupidity ruined not only his relationship with Marc, the man he loves but caused his son to loose another parent. Vale dropped his head into his hands as Pecco gave him a hug, kissing his cheek before giving Uccio a quick hug.

Luca leaned against the Yamaha motorhome, busy tapping away at his phone. As soon as he saw his nephew, he turned his attention to the boy, a smile growing on his face. Luca ruffled his hair, much to Pecco's annoyance and the pair began to walk to where the moto2 riders were gathered. A few photographer followed the pair until they entered moto2 paddock. The young riders greeted Pecco with enthusiasm as he searched for his other uncle.

Alex nodded his head towards Luca in greeting, "Hey Osito, you want to go see Marc or are you hanging out with us today cool guy?" Pecco felt a flush of pride seeing the rest of the grid perk up at the idea of him spending the day with them. It was cool enough that both his uncles didn't think of him as a tiny baby anymore, but the whole moto2 grid? He felt like the coolest eight year old in the world. He beamed at Alex, nodding. "I want to go see Marc first but I'm spending time in the paddock with you guys today." Alex fist bumped Luca and slung an arm around Pecco's shoulders, taking him to Marc's motorhome.

He knocked on the door, poking his head in to see Marc sitting on a chair, his leathers handing off his hips. His face softened when he saw Pecco walk in, but there was a sadness in his eyes. "Hey mi Cariño. Shouldn't you be with your dad?" he said softly, standing up to kiss Pecco on his forehead. Pecco wrapped his arms around Marc's waist, face pressed into his chest. "I wanted to see you, papa. You don't come home anymore and I miss you " Marc hugged him back before pulling away, hands resting on his shoulders.

Marc looked up, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I'm not coming back to the ranch-" Pecco froze, looking up at Marc. "-and you shouldn't be coming to my motorhome anymore Francesco." Tears bubbled up Pecco, he no longer felt confident, the buzz the moto2 boys gave him fading. He pulled away from Marc, "what?" Marc coughed trying to stop himself from crying. "Valentino and I are nothing but rivals on the grid and I can't have a rivals son in my motorhome. They already believe I have stolen his telemetry data. With you here it looks unfair for the other riders. People will talk and call you a spy. You might even be banned from attending races, not just mine and your dad's but Luca and Alex's too."

Pecco shook with anger, "but you didn't steal anything. You're not just rivals, you're my dads! You're both my dads." Marc could feel his heart ripping in two. He wanted to bundle his boy in his arms and shield him from the harsh reality. "I'm not your dad Francesco." Pecco began to cry, snot running out of his nose. "You're my dad. Why can't I come and see you. I don't care about the media or the F.I.A." Marc stepped forward, trying to wipe Pecco's tears. But the boy swatted him hand away. "No! This is not fair." He angrily wiped his face, snot on his sleeve. He ran to the door, opening it and running out but he paused before closing it. Pecco turned to Marc, "I know I'm not your son. I know that, but you're my dad, I thought you were." He slammed the door or the motorhome shut and Marc collapsed on the floor in a pile, unable to stop the tears.

Alex ran behind Pecco pulling him into small niche between buildings. He planned to shake the boys shoulders and remind him about all the eyes watching but paused when he saw his blotchy face. Alex pulled him into a hug, and let him cry into his chest. They stood there for a while, Alex shooting a quick text to Luca about the situation.

The rest of the day was spent was spend with Pecco attached to a moto2 rider, leaning against them with his face hidden. A few journalists had picked up on the boy's mood change, but thankfully left him alone. Dani came along later in the day, scooping a sleeping Pecco up and carried him back to his dad's motorhome where both father and son napped, tear treks visible on their faces.

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[frost-queen]

When the session begins (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernameis,  @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr​

The click of your pen started the session. You lowered your clipboard. – “Mister Valeska.” – you began watching the criminal sit across from you. He was leaning back in his chair. Removing himself from the chair, he leaned forwards, hands folded on the table. – “Jeremiah.” – he said insisting on being addressed as. – “Of course.” – you muttered, crossing your legs. Jeremiah tilted his head to observe your posture. His gaze dropping down. – “How…” – you started ready to say your first question when he interrupted you. 

“Doctor, so formal.” – he said. – “I rather use your name.” – a smile curled up, watching your reaction. It took you by surprise for a second. Smirking, he waited for your response. You set your clipboard on your leg, leaning up against the table. – “If that is what you prefer?” – you answered formal. Jeremiah chuckled, batting his gaze down. – “Good, Y/n.” – he spoke slow, making you wonder what went through his mind. What purpose of using your name would mean for him. 

“May I?” – you asked wanting to start your session. You weren’t here for chitchatting, but to evaluate Jeremiah. He broke his hands apart, leaning back in his chair. An open gesture. – “How are you feeling today?” – you asked seeing him look bored away. – “Jeremiah.” – you addressed when he didn’t respond. He kept looking away, letting his gaze go to the wall. You sighed soft. – “We’ll be here a long time if you don’t answer my questions.”

Suddenly you saw him smirk. His posture leaning forwards, resting his chin on his knuckles. – “How was your day Y/n?” – he asked curious. You chuckled politely. – “Jeremiah, we are here for you, not for me.” – you answered with a stern stare. Him smiling cheeky at you, rocking his shoulders a bit. There was no getting anywhere with him. Clicking your pen, you ended the session. Jeremiah stared confused and panicky at you when you pushed your chair back. Getting up. 

“I’ll see you for the next session then.” – you spoke, turning your posture away from him. It was time to show him who the boss was. – “Wait!” – Jeremiah called out, slamming his fists against the metallic table. You paused, hand hovering on the doorknob. Turning back around, you waited for him to crawl. Beg for you to stay, if not you would just leave. There was no way you were letting a criminal like him mess with your head. – “Yes?” – you asked with a scowl. Jeremiah grunted, hating he had to beg and play along with this ridiculous charade just to be away from those lunatics in Arkham.

“Good.” – he mumbled barely hearable for you. – “I’m sorry what was that?” – you tilted your head a bit to the side. Staring intrigued at him. – “I’m good.” – he repeated louder with clear annoyance. You couldn’t hide your little smile of victory. – “Shall we continue?” – you asked to be clear. Jeremiah gestured at your chair for you to sit. So you did, clicking your pen once more. – “So Jeremiah…” – looking down at your papers clipped on your clipboard. – “Any recent violent thoughts?”

His reaction made it clear he thought this was pointless. – “Let me guess, you’ll show me some pictures later and ask what my first thought is?” – he widened his eyes with delight. – “If that is what you prefer.” – you replied, not giving him much attention. His jaw tensed watching you scribble down on your papers, barely looking up to him. Something inside of him snapped, grabbing the side of the table. He jumped up, pushing it aside with all his might. A deep grunt escaping his mouth as the table crashed against the wall. 

Startled, you stared shocked at him. Behind you went an alarm off. Two guards bursting in the room. They grabbed Jeremiah to maintain him. You watched as Jeremiah swayed his arms to get free. A loud laughter filling the room. Just what he wanted. You paying attention to him. – “Don’t be scared Y/n!” – he chuckled out as the guards dragged him away. Around you to where the door was to lock him back up. – “They can’t contain me!” – his laughter dying out in the hallway. Blinking rapidly, you needed a moment to process what just happened.

~~~

You already sat down when they brought Jeremiah in. This time hands cuffed. They sat him down roughly as he could only smile at you. He noticed you staring at his cuffs, showing them to you. – “How’s my accessory?” – he asked curious. – “Suits you.” – you responded hoping you wouldn’t struck a nerve. Instead Jeremiah smiled wider. – “So Jeremiah. Shall we try this again?” – you clicked your pen, crossing your leg. 

Jeremiah leaned back in his chair, giving you the stage. – “How are you feeling?” – you asked standardly. Jeremiah took a deep breath, eyes fixated on you. – “Tell me how I feel Y/n.” – he responded. – “Just answer the question.” – you sighed out, not wanting a wasted session like last time. Jeremiah wanted to cross his arms, but with his hands cuffed together it was unpractical. – “Debatable.” – he answered as you scribbled his response down. – “Shall we discuss your last outburst?” – you suggested, looking up from your papers at him. 

“What? No standard questions? Y/n, you make my heart bleed.” – he acted out dramatically. Adding such flair, you knew the taunt behind it. One firm scowl of yours silenced him. – “Can you tell me what made you cause to overreact like that?” – you asked on a professional tone. – “You.” – he answered, catching you off guard. – “I…I’m sorry?” – you questioned, pen hovering over your papers. – “Can you be more specific?”

Jeremiah smiled, clapping his hands as best together as he could. – “What a performance!” – he blurted out cheery. Furrowing your brows, you were lost on him. – “You played your part very well.” – he said, checking you out. Jeremiah got up, pressing his hands on the table. You swallowed, moving your clipboard upwards, sinking down your seat. Jeremiah leaning over the table, drawing in closer. Him coming closer made your head move back, the clipboard up till your nose. 

“Look at me.” – he spoke, keeping his gaze fixated on you. His hands coming loose from the table. Touching the top of your clipboard, pushing it slowly down to reveal more of your face. A blush on your face, made him curl up a smile. – “Aren’t you ravishing.” – he commented, almost undressing you with his eyes. Parting your lips, you sucked in a deep breath, leaning self-consciously forwards. Jeremiah teased you a bit more, allowing his lips close to yours. Feeling his thumb on your chin made you gasp silently. 

“So needy.” – he whispered, smirking. He drew himself back as you stumbled back in your chair as if you were about to pass out. He sat back down chuckling. You needing a moment to recover yourself from such an intense moment. – “You should’ve paid attention to me Y/n.” – he casually answered, having turned his chair so that he’d face the wall. Leg in a triangle resting on his knee. – “I’m a star, I need a crowd to please, but when you go and ignore me… well.” – he opened his hands dramatically. – “I break things.”

You took notes, your hand moving rapidly over the paper as it wasn’t your best handwriting. – “Next question!” – he ordered, tapping with his finger on the table. – “Right… uhm… any violent thoughts?” – you asked making it known to yourself, you looked at him. Jeremiah let his head fall back, thinking with a loud breath. – “These lunatics makes me want to murder people every day.” – he answered honestly. He was staring at the ceiling not even paying you attention. Knowing very well, you were giving him all your attention. 

Just what he wanted. All eyes on him in the center of the ring. – “I’m a performer Y/n. I need attention, you know that right?”- he looked briefly at you seeing you nod. – “How do you cope being here at Arkham?” – you asked. – “Bored!” – Jeremiah answered loudly. You kept asking questions which he responded obedient. Perhaps stalling a bit to keep you longer around. After almost two hours was there a knock on the door. A head popped in, as you nodded. Clicking your pen, you uncrossed your legs. – “Our time is up here Jeremiah.” – you told him, getting up. Jeremiah got up as well in shock. – “But… but I have so much more to say.” – he called out.

“That will be for a next session then.” – you responded making way to the door. Jeremiah rushed around the table to you, grabbing a hold of you. – “I’ve been very bad Y/n! I’ll kill someone in this asylum!” – he called out in a desperate attempt. Two guards entered, pulling him off you. Jeremiah struggling to break himself free from their grip. – “You can’t leave yet! Y/n! I’ll kill someone! Y/n!” – he yelled out as you left through the door. – “Y/n!!!!!!” – your name screamed behind you, toying with your heart.

~~~

You entered the room you were so familiar with for the past few months. Regularly scheduled to evaluate Jeremiah’s state of mind. Jeremiah already sat down. He stared bitter in front of him. Two guards behind him. His hands cuffed to the table. It caught you off guard for a second before you took a seat. Jeremiah leaned closer, catching one of the guards step forwards. He sighed agitated, pulling back. 

The guard taking a step back. You swallowed nervously watching the guards. You were about to speak when Jeremiah took word. – “I’m annoyed. Yes of course I had violent thoughts as these halfwits test my itch to kill them. I am going insane staying here with these lunatics!” – he spoke. – “Each and one of them dumber then the other. I don’t belong here, a brilliant mind as myself should be treated as a king!” – he made clear, leaning back to mock the guards. 

“I’ll murder this entire facility if this endures!” – he slammed his fists violently against the table. The guards stepping forwards as you held them off with a simple gesture. Jeremiah took a deep breath. Leaning a bit closer. – “You… you are the only one keeping me sane.” – he whispered. He looked pitiful at you, showing you his cuffed hands. – “I won’t hurt you; you know that…”

You took a deep breath, looking up to the guards. – “You can leave.” – you ordered. One of them stepped closer. – “We have orders not too, Valeska is a dangerous criminal.” – he pointed out as Jeremiah grinned. – “I am well aware of him, but I can’t do my session with you present.” – you stared firmly over to them. – “My client is entitled to a confidential relationship. One only between a doctor and her patient. You are invading his privacy by being present. It’s against the law.” – you continued, barely giving the smiling Jeremiah a glance. 

“But…” – the guard muttered. – “Isn’t my client cuffed? I think it guarantees he won’t be of any harm to me.” – you pressed on. – “I won’t ask again, privacy for my client if you please!” – The guards looked at each other, swallowing nervously. With one nod, they had decided on the matter. They walked around the table over to your side. – “If he tries anything.” – one of them offered you a small can of pepper spray. 

You accepted it. Jeremiah rolling his eyes. You waited for them to leave, setting the pepper spray at the edge of your side. You scraped your chair back over the floor making Jeremiah frown. Walking around the table, you came sitting down on the edge of the table over on his side. Jeremiah grinning, staring hungry at you. – “I believe I answered all of your questions.” – he said. You smiled. – “So is this session over then?”

Jeremiah got up, letting his hand slide up your thigh as far as he was aloud with the cuffs. – “Far from.” – he grunted staring up at you. His touch made you shudder. Heart thumping louder in your chest. – “Which questions do you have for me doctor?” – he teased, bringing his lips closer to you. Practically overcooking, you were hot as lava. – “Well…” – you said, staring down at his lips. 

Those colorful lips that practically begged to be touched. To be cherished by your lips. – “I’ll answer honestly.” – he replied curling up a smile. Taking him by the neck, you pushed his lips on yours. Jeremiah’s eyes widening for a moment. You heard his cuffs jingle, bothered that his hands were trapped down. Him kissing you back till it made you realize what you were doing. Pushing him off you, your lips removed themselves from you. 

You immediately jumped off the table, backing away. Jeremiah traced his finger over his lips with a smile. Watching him enjoy himself so much made you shake your head. No, you did not just kiss him. There was no way, you just did. Swirling in a pit of denial, you ran out of the session. – “Y/n?” – Jeremiah called out, wanting to go after you, forgetting he was cuffed to the table. Grunting frustrated, he slammed his fist against the table.

~~~

Jeremiah got up with a sigh, already presenting his hands to the guards. He frowned when they just walked past his cell. – “Hey!” – Jeremiah shouted, gripping onto the bars. – “I’m talking to you! You need to come and get me!” – the guards paused, turning slowly back. – “And why would we do that?” – one of them asked chuckling. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Because I have a session with my therapist Y/n!” – he answered bothered. The guards laughed loud. – “There is no session with your therapist.” – the other one told him. 

“What?” – Jeremiah stumbled stunned back. Unable to grasp you weren’t here today. His anger took over, grabbing onto the bars once more. – “I always have my sessions with her at this hour! She’s here!” – he made clear. The first one laughed even louder. – “She’s not.” – he told him. – “Maybe she figured you were a lost cause, just like everyone else.” – the other one laughed. Jeremiah clenched his jaw as the guards started their rounds again. – “I’ll kill you!” – he shouted at them. – “Your lying!” – his voice rasping from screaming so loud. 

His body shaking trying to break himself out. There was absolutely no way you’d cancel a session. You just wouldn’t. Everyday for the past three days now, had Jeremiah’s hopes been shattered. No sessions as you never showed up. No escapism for him out of this dreadful place. A rage boiling inside of him, increasing by the minute it exploded inside of him. Doing anything in his power to escape Arkham Asylum. He needed answers and he needed them now.

You switched the light off in your kitchen, making way into the living area. Gasping loud at the sudden figure in your apartment. Jeremiah taking casual his hat off. – “You’ve been neglecting your sessions Y/n.” – he stated. – “You’re in my apartment.” – you blurted out as a response. Shocked that he even broke out of Arkham. Jeremiah chuckled, looking down at the hat in his hands. – “It is unlike you to miss our sessions. 

Surely you wouldn’t think our kiss would have something to do with it.” – he spoke, batting his gaze up to you. Your eyes widened, staring in shock at him. – “We… we didn’t kiss.” – you told him, still in denial. Jeremiah tsked his tongue, approaching. – “I might be mad, but not delusional Y/n.” – he came to a stop inches away from you. With a brisk push of his finger, tilted he your head back by your chin. 

“You and I both know how very much real that kiss was.” – you swallowed at how luring his eyes stared down at yours. – “So don’t go lying to me again.” – he whispered bringing his head closer to yours. He smiled, suddenly turning around. You stumbled back as you did once before when he first had you in his clutches. Effected by his charm on you. – “I thought we were making progress with our sessions Y/n. Last one was my favorite.” – he smirked over his shoulder to you.

“You surely aren’t done with me yet, are you? Certainly not after that kiss.” – he spun back around, approaching sturdy making you back away against the wall. Jeremiah pressing his arm above your head on the wall. – “For I am sure not done with you.” – he spoke, letting his finger slide up your jaw. – “So tell me doctor.” – he stared down at your lips, licking his seductively. – “Why’d you neglect me after our kiss?” – your senses were overreacting. 

Heart beating faster. Pulsating in your neck. Palms getting sweaty as lust was begging to take over the wheel. He tilted your head back, his hand against your jaw. – “I…I…I…” – you stuttered, barely getting any words out. – “Yes.” – Jeremiah said patiently waiting. – “Kiss me.” – you begged seeing him smile wider. – “With pleasure doll.” – he breathed out before bringing his lips closer. You were getting on the tips of your toes, needy for his lips. 

Jeremiah chuckled pulling a bit away, watching you yearn desperately for him. – “Only if you continue our sessions?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, grabbing him by the shoulder to need those lips on yours now. Finally he allowed you the taste of his lips, kissing them forcefully. A therapist having fallen for her patient. There was something about Jeremiah that made you loose control. Control like you have never let loose before.

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[zablife]

I Wanna Do Bad Things To You

Alfie x reader (Shelby sister)

Summary: You have a plan to betray your powerful brother with the help of Alfie Solomons, but your impetuous and infuriating behavior is far too dramatic for the mad baker. What happens when he puts you in your place?

Author’s Note: Written for the lovely Alex @cillmequick 6 month milestone celebration. Congrats, darl! Prompt “And what would people say if they listened through the wall?” Oxytocin by Billie Eilish. Inspiration taken from the whole song as well. Porn with little to no plot. Bit of a twisted love story.

Warning: 🔞, language, drinking, smut- impact play, fingering, degradation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (if you squint), dom Alfie, mean Alfie

Before Alfie could answer the loud rapping upon his door, it opened suddenly, the fading rays of the afternoon sun outlining your shapely figure in a heavenly glow. However, A Shelby at his door was rarely a good omen and Alfie surmised you were no angel. The ample cleavage spilling over the top of your tightly fitting bodice and the bottle of Irish whisky in your hand only confirmed his suspicions.

Slamming the door behind you, you sauntered toward him confidently, hips swaying seductively with each step. Alfie eyed you suspiciously, pressing the tips of his fingers together in anticipation of some unreasonable demand or another sent straight from Tommy. “Hello, Miss Shelby. To what do I owe the pleasure?” he said greeting you with a tip of his head.

You giggled and shook your head, playfully chiding, “So formal, Alfie. You should call me Y/n.” Alfie watched you remove your coat slowly and throw it over a chair as you continued. “I think we’re going to become very close you and I.”

“And why would that be?” Alfie asked, leaning back in his chair, arms folded over his stomach.

“I have a business proposition for you,” you said with excitement, boldly taking a seat on the edge of his desk. 

Alfie exhaled loudly muttering, “You Shelbys,” with a shake of his head. “Listen, pet, your brothers thieve my oxygen far too much as it is. Never satisfied with their lot. So you can trot on and tell that cunt Tommy we’re done dealin.’” He motioned to the door with a flick of his wrist, turning his attention to the stack of papers at his elbow. 

Undeterred, you placed the whisky bottle on the desk with a thud, running a fingertip around the edge of the cap lazily as you asked, “What if I told you the deal wasn’t with Tommy? I agree that he’s gotten far too greedy and it’s time we did something about that.” You took a breath before emphasizing, “A more permanent solution.” Your eyes flicked to Alfie to gauge his reaction, but he remained impassive. However, he hadn’t thrown you out yet, so you took that as an encouraging sign. 

Opening the bottle before you with a flourish, you grabbed a nearby glass and began pouring a shot. You slid it across the table, presumptuously asking, “A toast to new partners?”

He frowned, sliding it back to you with two fingers. “Nah,” he replied dismissively.

You tossed your head back with a bubbly laugh, kicking off the desk and slowly approaching Alfie’s chair. He tracked your movement with just his eyes, irritation building at your inability to take a hint that he was uninterested in your scheming. He looked you up and down carefully as you stood before him, noticing how you leaned over to ensure he got a look down your dress. 

You smiled to yourself as you traced a manicured hand along his shirt front, toying with the buttons, one by one. “If you find it hard to swallow, I can loosen up your collar,” you offered. You received a short grunt in reply, perhaps his body betraying his logical mind. Picking up the glass, you offered it to him again with a sweet smile. “It’s the first drop that kills you so there’s no harm in the last,” you joked.

“Wasn’t talking about the whisky, was I?” he asked in a low voice. Then pushing your hand away from his chest he added, “I’m sayin’ no to you, treacle.”

Your smile faded as you struggled to comprehend his sudden rejection. You weren’t used to hearing the word no. Standing to your full height, you pursed your lips in obvious displeasure and attempted to regain composure. “Then tell me why,” you said in a tight voice.

“I could write you a book, but I ain’t got the time. Suffice it to say, I just don’t fucking trust you,” he spat, leaning forward and placing his palms on the desk for emphasis. He stood, signaling the end of your meeting, but you were far from done.

“I hate Tommy as much as you do and I can be valuable to you,” you proclaimed, jutting your chin out with haughty insistence.

Alfie scoffed, “Tommy Shelby’s little sister? Darlin’, this is a man’s world.”

Your blood began to boil that you weren’t being taken seriously. With your plan quickly unraveling, you reached for the glass and downed its contents. But the burn of the alcohol only fueled your rage. You hurled the glass against the wall beside Alfie’s head as you shouted, “You arsehole! You don’t know what I’m capable of!”

Faster than you thought possible, Alfie’s heavy boots thudded against the floorboards in warning. Suddenly his hulking form was towering over you, one large calloused hand reaching out to capture both your wrists in one swift movement. His long fingers encircled you like a rope and tightened with considerable strength, eliciting a whimper from you as you fought to free yourself. He jerked you toward him with a grunt, a dangerous gleam in his eye.

You shook your head to move the fringe from your eyes, realizing he was close enough to feel your pounding heart. However, it wasn’t fear that gripped you in that moment. It was pure adrenaline and excitement. You could feel the heat building in your core as you waited to see what he would do. 

Alfie leaned down to speak to you, jaw clenched with fury. “You’re behaving like a fucking child,” he told you in a low voice. His eyes bore a hole through you and the intensity of it was so great you couldn’t look away. Your chest rose and fell against him, breasts pushing against his broad chest.

He took your chin in his hand harshly, eyes narrowing as he searched your face. “Is that how I should treat you? Like a naughty little girl?” You licked your lips as he continued in a hushed voice, hot breath fanning over your face. “Because I have to admit, right now I want to do very bad things to you, you fucking brat.” As he spoke his eyes darkened with unmistakable lust and you were certain he could feel you bending to his will.

You nodded as best you could with his iron like grip on your jaw. "Yes, I want it," you said breathily. Pleased with your submission, he leaned in to kiss you, pressing his full lips to you insistently and pushing his tongue into your warm, waiting mouth. As he began to pull away he bit your bottom lip harshly as he murmured against the swollen flesh, “You should really run away.” But the wickedness of his words had the opposite effect. You were rooted to the spot, ready for your punishment.

He threw your head away hard enough to turn it and you glimpsed shadows through the frosted glass window. Reality came crashing in on you and you bit your lip as you wondered if Alfie’s employees might be able to see or hear you with their boss. Keeping your eyes trained on the door you asked in a quivering voice, “What would people say if they listened through the wall?”

Alfie’s lips brushed your ear as he growled, “I don’t give a fuck who knows I’m ruining you in here. In fact, I wanna make you yell.” The vibration of his voice sent shock waves straight to your pussy and you felt wetness begin to pool between your legs at his debauchery. You rubbed your thighs together to get some much needed friction, too preoccupied to remember Alfie’s earlier promise of punishment.

You heard the jingle of his belt buckle before you saw the flash of silver beneath his palm and you became aware of Alfie removing his belt, easily sliding the leather strap from his waist. Your breath caught in your chest with a little thrill, knowing you’d thoroughly provoked him. In one swift motion he turned you to face his desk and roughly placed your hands onto the polished wooden surface. He wasted no time turning your skirt up over your waist, exposing you to the cold air. The sudden chill hit and a shiver ran through you.

Alfie stood in silence for a few moments, taking in the sight of you laid out before him. A devilish smirk crossed his lips at the thought of you coming in here without any underwear and he realized he was right to assume you were not as innocent as you seemed. He was going to see how much you could take. How far he could push you. He allowed the anticipation to grow, watching you quiver.

The only sounds came from the distillery, grinding machines and men’s voices shouting to one another. Someone dropped a crate of bottles at the bottom of the stairs, distracting you as the first crack of the strap hit your thigh with a painful sting. You gripped the corners of the desk tightly as a tear sprang to your eye, but you didn’t make a sound as the next blow rained down on your ass. Four more fell in rapid succession and Alfie watched the flesh jiggle with satisfaction. Unable to stop himself, he reached out to grab a handful of you and squeezed appreciatively as you whined at the contact, crying out as he kneaded the sensitive flesh in his rough hands. 

The belt dropped to the floor with a clank and he resumed his work, landing a harsh smack along your thigh so close to your pussy, you felt it begin to throb with need. He waited for you to flinch, but you remained perfectly still, wanting to please him. He stood for a moment stroking his beard as he watched you, feeling his trousers tighten, but he wasn’t finished. 

Raising a ringed hand to you once more, he continued, his open palm landing slaps hard enough to move your body forward along the desk, the edge digging into your hipbones. The sound of Alfie’s grunts and groans of exertion behind you had your mind twisted in confusion. You felt your clit pulse, desperate for attention. As he connected with your ass once more, you began to tear up thinking how close his thick fingers were to where you needed them most. Too frustrated and turned on to remain still any longer, you arched your back, letting out a moan so loud it bordered on a shout. 

Alfie stopped with a jerk, stepping toward you slowly and brought a strong arm to your waist to lift you from the desk. He unlaced your dress as he cooed in your ear, “All finished, pet. You took it so well.” He discarded the material on the floor, erection digging into your burning ass cheek as he carefully ran a hand over the other. You hissed as his cool rings made contact with your sore, reddened flesh and you heard him inhale before exclaiming, “Fucking beautiful sight.” The arm around your waist tightened as a cobra around prey, but his voice remained soft as he hushed you, pushing the hair from your shoulders. 

He left a trail of open mouthed kisses down the nape of your neck before moving on to the crease at your shoulder, the tickling sensation making you squirm. His dominance returned as he began sucking a deep bruise into the thin skin along your collarbone. The sudden intensity of it, causing your hands to fly to his arm, digging your nails in sharply. You panted out little moans for him with each swirl of his tongue, every one of your pretty noises making his cock twitch against you. He rewarded you with another bruise below your ear, his free hand rolling and pinching your exposed nipples to feel them stiffen to a pleasing hardness. 

By the time he switched to the other side of your neck, you were thoroughly marked up and bucking wildly against him from overstimulation. The inside of your upper thighs felt slick with arousal and you were clenching around nothing. If this was part of his discipline, it was not what you had bargained for. You waited in agony, needing to feel him seated within you, the comforting fullness stretching you properly. 

Alfie must have read your mind, turning you to face him. He wiped a tear that escaped the corner of your eye, smiling to himself at the sight of your neediness. Then mercifully he ran a finger along your dripping slit to capture your juices, pushing two thick fingers inside your velvet heat to give you some relief. You sighed softly as he curled his fingers inside you dragging against your inner wall slowly until he found a delicious spot that made your jaw drop in silent ecstasy. As he gave a bit more pressure you swallowed harshly, attempting to sink further onto his hand, but he stopped you, clamping his other hand on your hip.

With an obscene squelching sound, he withdrew his fingers cruelly, swirling his fingertips over your clit to tease you. “I think you must be enjoying this cause you’re making a a fucking mess on my desk,” he chided you. He brought his digits to your eye level to show you the juices dripping off him as proof. Then he placed his fingers on your tongue as he commanded, “Clean it up.” You obediently swirled your tongue over his fingers tasting yourself with every lick. Making eye contact with him you gently sucked with hollowed cheeks as you hummed around his digits. The corners of your lips curled, knowing the vibrations were going straight to his aching cock. “Do you like this, naughty girl?” he asked with a dark chuckle. He watched your pupils blow wide and he nodded, “Good, cause we ain’t finished yet.”

He pulled his fingers from you with a pop, smearing saliva and lipstick across your mouth, and you watched with bated breath as he removed his shirt and trousers. The moment you saw his cock spring free, you reached out to touch him, but he swatted you away. His hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping himself in front of you as an added bit of torture before he ordered you to the sofa in the corner. You scrambled to the shabby piece of furniture as Alfie growled, “On your fucking hands and knees.” As soon as you were in place, you felt the springs dip beneath you with his weight and then you felt his warm hand splayed across the small of your back holding you in place.

You felt the tip of his cock slide through your wet folds, gathering your juices and you shimmied your ass to entice him. Suddenly he was pushing into you all at once, his thickness splitting you open around him. Alfie groaned at the sight of you spread wide for him, unable to stop himself from pulling out and slamming back into you to hear you cry out. His animalistic nature took over, driving into you sharply with a snap of his hips, the force of it causing his balls to slap against your clit over and over. The repeated motion had you panting and moaning in no time and you could practically hear the smirk as he rumbled, “Such a pretty little whore. Let me hear ya.” You clenched around him, mewling at the sensation of him thrusting deep enough to feel in your stomach. Alfie stilled momentarily, enjoying the pulse around his cock and making note of how you gripped him like a vice after he degraded you. Fuck, you liked this and he would give you more.

Soon he began to move within you again at a slower pace, dragging his length within you as you arched your back for him. Alfie leaned forward gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail and gave a harsh tug on your roots. That was all it took for you to push back against him for more greedily. “You get off on being filthy, do ya?” he asked, voice dripping with condescension. You didn’t speak, too overcome by sensation to respond, but Alfie knew your secret now. “Squeezing me so tight, pet. I think you enjoy being a whore for me,” he grunted wrapping your locks around his fist to tilt your head back at a precarious angle.

“Show me now. Make yourself cum on my cock like a good little whore,” he goaded you. You didn’t need to be told again, hand flying to your swollen nub and rubbing tight circles. Your eyes squeezed shut as you listened to the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. Alfie’s grunts didn’t grow any louder as he sped up his pace, urging you on, but your cries reached a deafening crescendo as you felt your lower belly pool with heat, desperate to be released. 

“Wanna cum. I need to cum, please, please,” you babbled feeling Alfie pound into you with reckless abandon. 

Yanking you up by your hair so your back was flush with his chest, Alfie huffed, “Not yet,” clearly annoyed at your pleas. You bit your lip trying to stave off your orgasm, but it was building faster than you could stop it. Feeling the fluttering resume around his cock, Alfie warned, “You better hold it, naughty girl.”

Reaching behind you to grab onto him for stability you whined, “I can’t…I can’t." Alfie’s balls tightened at the sound of your pathetic cries and his hips stuttered suddenly, rhythm lost in the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume him.

Bringing his mouth to the shell of your ear he panted out, “Now…cum right fucking now….with me.” Your fingers flew over your clit, needing only a few light strokes to begin shaking in pleasure. As Alfie released inside you, he bit down on your shoulder. Your jaw went slack as he fucked you through the aftershocks. A primal grunt left his lips at the feeling of your tight pussy milking him of every drop.

Collapsing back onto the sofa, Alfie dragged you with him, making you straddle his lap. You draped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling your body becoming heavy with exhaustion. He ran a hand along your back soothingly until your heart rates returned to normal, then you heard his voice low and rasped rumble from deep within his chest. “Fuck me, treacle, I could have you like that every day.”

You smiled to yourself wondering if he might reconsider your earlier offer. You sat up to look him in the eye and in a determined voice you ventured, “Alfie, I meant what I said about getting rid of Tommy. We should be partners.”

“Careful, pet, can’t take it back once it’s been set in motion,” Alfie warned you, a hint of his dark nature returning. Then you felt his hand clamp around your throat possessively as he snaked his tongue into your mouth, sparking a desperate clash for dominance and ending with your eventual surrender for air. 

“You and I are the same, Alfie,” you gasped as you balanced a hand on his sweaty chest. Nuzzling his nose with yours you continued, “We need each other for this, the oxytocin.” Nibbling at his lip you admitted wantonly, “I like it when you do bad things to me.”

He gripped your face as he forced you to look up at him. “Think you might be right, but let’s get one thing straight cause I’m a dodgy fucker myself. As long as you’re still breathing, don’t ever think of leaving me.” The low rumble of his voice hypnotized you in such a way you couldn’t deny him. You held his intense gaze as you shook your head.

“Never,” you vowed. 

And that’s how the evening began, plotting to take Tommy’s crown so you could become Alfie’s queen.

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[h3apm3ch4n151m]

Meeting their child in the future except you're afraid/hateful of children Or you don't wanna have children in general lmao

I just had this idea bc I've read those "When twst boys meet their children from the future" except I'm trying to insert myself but I'm the kind of person who would not like to puke children, I'd be shocked as hell when I meet my future children knowing damn well I hate them. Basically, me inserting how I'd react in a way that it's so angsty LMAOOO

Dorm: Octavinelle Character: Floyd This is might be part 1, just ask if ya'll want a 2nd and 3rd part for Azul or Jade lol

Fluff with angst, with a side of crackfic MY FIRST EVER ANGST YAY Warnings: If you feel sensitive about topics of family/abuse and stuff, pls read with caution. Also children menaces. "------" Means can be either mama or papa lmao

Shoes quietly walk towards the door of the VIP room in Mostro Lounge. That was where you'd usually meet them. A surprise was what you were about to give them, however, a surprise is also awaiting you.

Floyd's route

Once you enter the room, you were met with an Azul who is slowly going insane, a smiling Jade by his side, and two people running around, more like Floyd and a kid.

"Oh, they're here." Azul slams his head on the table, great. Jade just calmly smiles at you, waiting for things to unfold. The two stop running and look at you with a huge grin.

"AAAHHH!!!" The child lounges at you with a big smile that you think it will rip apart his face. It was about to hug you, but you quickly avoided it. However, the kid was persistent and kept chasing you to hug you. "----- Are we playing tag?" The kid giggles, as well as Floyd who is watching the both of you.

Your face was scrunched up into... disgust? Like you were seeing someone being murdered in front of you.

"Who is this kid? Why is he calling me like that?" You turn to Floyd first, then the two who are watching. You were jolted backward when something latched onto you. "I caught you ----!" The kid was playful.

"What the hell kid, get off me." You state coldly as you pushed the kid off of you without a second thought. The kid moves back, completely off guard by what you've done. The kid was quite shaken, moving back with his hands to his chest while he looks at you with teary eyes and trembling lips.

"Shrimpy, that's not nice!" You look at Floyd who was approaching you and the kid. "Why? Is that your cousin?" You look back at notice the boy's features. He had Floyd's hair color though something else doesn't add up... You squint your eyes, but nothing clicks.

Just what is the meaning of this? Floyd picks up the kid and walks to you. "This is Alex!" "Oh, ok- "Our child"

wgat Floyb what do you mena chilf

nithign seemed righr, everything wa wrong.

"What, Floyd, have you gone insane?" You laugh. It started as a normal laugh until it died down into a concerned one. "What do you mean..." You narrow your eyes at him and the kid.

"Well, this happened at Alchemy class, we made a portal, then this dude came out of it. Prof said he'll be gone naturally, cuz he doesn't exist in this timeline."

"So he's from the future..."

"Yup"

"Okay, as long as that kid stays away from me, I'm fine with it." "But you're the other parent!" "Then I don't wanna take responsibility for it." You cross your arms.

Floyd stares at you, then looks at Alex, who he's carrying.

"Do you wanna go to -----?" He smiles. "Yes please, papa!" The two looks at you with a smile. Except Floyd has ill intent and the kid is pure joy.

"Oh no. Oh NO, YOU DON'T." You quickly move back, to behind one of the couches. You hold the armrest of the sofa. Floyd and the kid are on the opposite side.

Azul and Jade look at you with interest. "Oh? What is this, not willing to hold your child?" Azul asks with a smirk. "AZUL SHUT UP RIGHT NOW." You stare at the kid, concentrating on getting out of here without the kid.

"Shrimpy, this could be much easier if you take Alex." "HEEL NAH." Without warning, Floyd lounges to chase you, but your senses warned you of impending danger, so you move away to the other side of the sofa, but Floyd quickly changed directions. Now he was gaining on you.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" "NOT UNTIL YOU TAKE ALEX, SHRIMPY." "AAAAAAAAHHH" You didn't know what was scarier, Floyd chasing you or a child about to hog all your time.

"BANANA 😭😭😭😭" Out of desperation you just said some random words.

It was until you tripped, that both of them stopped running. "Hehehe" Floyd places Alex on top of you.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

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Everybody seemed to stare at you with weirded-out faces, no, not because of the child you're holding and an eel following you. It was because of the unusual scowl on your face that you rarely had. Ace and Deuce who went passed you didn't even say anything. Not Ace who usually would say something teasing about this exact scenario. But nothing. Nobody would really save you now, huh.

It was lucky how it was free time. So you went outside to get some fresh air. You sit down on a bench, ignoring the two.

"-----, I want a hug!" The kid opened his arms towards you and leaned in closer.

"No." As the kid leans in, you move away. But the kid doesn't seem to listen to you and hugs you by your shoulder.

"I SAID NO!" You harshly push him to Floyd who was sitting next to the kid. The kid tumbles back to Floyd, who grabbed him just in time.

You were clearly annoyed at this bratty child. While the child was clearly hurt, seeing how he wanted a hug from his parent.

"Oh, stop whining! I never asked for hugs when I was a child!" That was it. That's how Floyd knew. That was why you hated children in the first place. It was because you were never a child in the first place.

The kid started sniffling and covers his face. Floyd picked up the kid and shushed him, it was a... rare sight to see this.

Until the kid wandered off somewhere, running away.

"He'll be fine," Floyd said and looks at you. But you only rolled your eyes. "So, care to explain what ya did?"

"What?"

"C'mon Shrimpy, is that why you never liked it when I hug you?" He teasingly smiled at you.

"..."

"Well, I dunno what happened to ya, but even I wouldn't do that" He laughs, leaning on the bench.

"Well, the kid was being noisy, I don't like it." You lean on the bench too.

"Were you close with your parents, shrimpy?" He suddenly asks.

"Well, no- but-"

"Oh, so that's why."

"Hah?!"

"The kid, ya threw him when he was asking for a hug." He looks at you, side-eyed.

"..." You couldn't say anything. You just realized that. All of the things that you did, were a reflection of how your parents treated you.

You put your knees near your chest and cover your face, muffling your voice. "What have I done."

You've been such a jerk to a kid who wanted affection from their parent. Then you remember why you didn't want kids. It was because you thought; that you might pass down the lack of love and affection.

"I've been a jerk."

"Yah, you kinda did."

"Well thanks anyways."

"What happened between you and ya parents anyways?"

"Well... Whenever I wanted affection from my parents, they'd always push me aside, if I wanted a hug, they'd tell me it was too hot. If I kept doing it again and again, they'd say that I was too old for hugs." You've realized how much you lacked it. A family's affection.

"This wasn-" Floyd hugs you from the side, but you didn't hear him move towards you. "This is what you needed the most."

Floyd's hugs were usually tight, but this one... this one was comfort. The comfort you needed as a child. Reassurance.

Floyd heard soft sniffles from you, but nevertheless, he never stopped.

"Let's go... find that kid." You perk up and gave him a closed-eyed smile, with tears on the side of your face.

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