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bbtsficrecs · 5 months

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BTS FIC RECS PART 4.1

Part 4.1 of some of my favourite BTS fanfics. Please do consider liking, reblogging and/or commenting on the fics you like. There are so many wonderful and amazing authors out there who do not get the recognition they deserve. So please send them lots of love to keep them going. If you're on here, then know I enjoyed every second of reading your story ♡

There will be two parts 4 as it's (sadly?) too long to be saved under one post. Stay tuned for part 5, joon recs will be added!

Please let me know if some of the links aren’t working. Happy reading!

⊹ Merry Kinkmas - part 02 Enemies to lovers au au | s | @bebejungkook ‣ You find out who your secret Santa was but his gift was a little too personal.

⊹ In Your Arms Tonight College au | s, f | @angelguk ‣ “I’m Team I Would Like To Be Fucked Tonight.” You stated, blatantly ignoring the stink eye he shot your way. “But clearly that’s not on our agenda. Have you ever seen Vampires Suck?”

⊹ Baecation Richboy!jk au | s, f | @1kook ‣ “Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.

⊹ Act Of Falling Fuckboy!jk au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ What was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. Now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

⊹ Candles & Flames Royal AU | s, f, a | @taegularities ‣ He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

⊹ Distractions Practice couple au | s, f | @chryblossomjjk ‣ Jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⊹ Naughty Boy Step siblings au | s | @scribblemetae ‣ Reader is older step sister that knows he has a crush on her/yandere tendencies & she teases him until one day he gives in.

⊹ When It Feels Right (read part 1 first) Divorce au | a, f | @7deadlysinsfics ‣ Although Jungkook is struggling with the decision he made months ago, he still thinks it was the best thing he could’ve done for your safety. But he isn’t doing well, and his friends are worried about him and how he’s choosing to deal with his feelings. Meanwhile, you’re now living with your brother, his wife, and their ten-month-old daughter, who has helped bring some light into your life. Just as you decide to tell Jungkook the truth about your pregnancy, he appears at your brother’s house with a truth of his own.

⊹ When She Loved Me Terminally Ill au | s, f, a | @jungkookstatts ‣ How does one live when life is bound to end?

⊹ your step brother fucking you in front of your parents Step siblings au | s | @aris-ink

⊹ Don't Blame Me (on-going) Single Dad au | s, f, a | @thvhoe ‣ Jungkook is known for his good looks and is often described by your friends as "daddy material." Funny enough, he actually was a daddy. The daddy of the baby girl you babysit every Saturday. Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been easy, but you can't keep your eyes off him. He's handsome, a little arrogant, with broad shoulders and strong tattooed arms. And when he decides he can't keep his hands off of you. Who are you to resist?

⊹ Rolling Stone Idol au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ He was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and that’s how he and his fans liked it. Now he’s found you and it’s never been this hard to convince someone that he’ll stay. The problem is neither of you know what it means to express yourselves without reverting to sex as a form to end discussion. It causes all hell to break loose when Jungkook realized if he wants you to stay for him [with him] then he needs to show it to you too. Can Jungkook and Y/n get past their own growing doubts on if what they feel is real and work out a way to be together—especially considering Y/n wants nothing to do with the limelight?

⊹ The Ability To Fantom - part 02 (on-going) Brother’s best friend au | a, f | @hanniwrites ‣ You are shocked when your friends reveal their theory: Jungkook, your brother’s annoying best friend, has a crush on you. A bad one.

⊹ Torn Apart Infidelity au | s, a | @bethschamberoftales ‣ That one time when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you.

⊹ My Love Is Here (series) Unrequited love to requited | s, f, a | @solemnreads ‣ You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened.

⊹ I'll Stop Tomorrow Friends with benefits AU | s, a | @dreamyjoons ‣ You know it has to end.

⊹ Just A Taste Spring break AU | s, f | @cutechim ‣ “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.”

⊹ Flat Tire Established relationship AU | s, f | @ppersonna ‣ How do you pass the time when you’re stuck on the side of the road with your boyfriend, with a flat tire?

⊹ One Mistake (on-going) Idol!Tae & Cheating AU | a | @vamours ‣ it’s been three years since you and Taehyung had started dating. recently, you’ve started to notice changes in taehyung’s behavior towards you. with your four years anniversary only a few weeks away, you’ve come to discover the truth.

⊹ Akrasia Strangers to? | s | @nitaescence ‣ Basically two strangers fucking in a crowded bus.

⊹ Stepdad Taehyung Step!father au | s | @aris-ink ‣ "He was not touching himself right beside you. No, that was not possible"

⊹ Rock Bottom Idol Jimin AU | s, f, a | @jkbabiey ‣ When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⊹ What's Poppin Established relationship AU, | f, s | @joonberriess ‣ Yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if he’s pimped out, his girl gotta be too.

⊹ Foundation - Part 01, 02, 03 feat Yoongi Non-idol doctors AU | f , s, a | @hamsterclaw ‣ You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.

⊹ Looks so refreshed Idol AU | s | @kimnjss ‣ Friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar… It’s much harder. So while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party.

⊹ Friends (3TAN) Brother's best friend AU | f, s, a | @kithtaehyung ‣ The week you get with Yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call.

⊹ So it goes Friends with benefits (ish) AU | f , s | @prodagustd ‣ You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it..

⊹ Marry me, Yoongi Established relationship AU | f, s | @spideyjimin ‣ When Yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.

⊹ Amour Propre Established relationship AU | a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Crumbling Relationship with one Min Yoongi

⊹ Blind Spot Established relationship AU | f, a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Yoongi tries to win you back.

⊹Your Universe Rejection AU | f, a, s | @muniimyg ‣ Regretting rejecting oc, Min Yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

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beetlejuicyy · 6 months

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Losing touch | Bada Lee x reader

Bebe Gang AU

Part one • Part two

Pairing: gang member! Bada x reader

Synopsys: Picking up your girlfriend from the police station does not seem like a good date idea for you. Especially if she refuses to talk about the very things that got her in trouble with the police.

Warnings: angst, very much angst, fighting, toxic relationship, gaslighting, swearing

Note: thank you all for the support you showed for Bruises ! This is going to be a two part work so I hope you look forward for the secont part as well. As for this one, I got a bit carried away and it ended up more toxic than I planned. The next one might have less plot and more kinky smut. I'm also open to requests too so if you have anything in mind that I could write I'd love to see it!!

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You were still in bed enjoying your coffee when your phone started ringing. You were expecting a package to arrive and were excited to see the unknown number, thinking it was related to the delivery details.

“Miss y/n?” The stern voice of a woman greeted you. You shook off the feeling that something was wrong. “This is the police station. You’ll be redirected to the caller.” Your blood froze in your veins as you heard a muffled sound through the phone.

“Y/n…”

“Bada? Is that you?” You sat up immediately, still hoping this was some kind of misunderstanding, a wrong number. Your girlfriend sighed.

“I need you to come pick me up.” She seemed incredibly calm, as if she had been through this before.

“You’ve been arrested?” You were still trying to comprehend the situation at nine thirty in the morning.

“I was framed... They are letting me go but the lawyer said it’s better for my image to have someone with a clean criminal record get me out.”

“I’m coming.”

You got dressed and left the house in a hurry, unable to think straight. Only after you got in the car and typed in the address your girlfriend gave you things started to clear out inside your mind. The police station was on the opposite side of the city, far from where both of you lived. What was she even doing there? When was she arrested? You remembered going to sleep early the previous night and her sending you a goodnight text around ten.

You turned on the engine. You hadn’t eaten a thing yet and your stomach was noisy about it. Wondering when was the last time Bada ate something, you stopped at a bakery on your way to get something for the both of you. Only when you stopped the car and got out in the police station parking lot you realized you had no idea how these things were supposed to work. All you knew was that you were worried sick.

You noticed there was a young man around your age in uniform at the front desk right by the entrance and gave him the name of your girlfriend.

“Please fill in this form.” He said as he printed some papers. While you filled in the information he called to let his colleagues know about your arrival. You finished the formalities and checked the paperwork once again to make sure you didn’t miss anything. That’s when your eyes fell on a line already completed. Drug possession. Your eyes widened in an expression impossible to conceal. The guy at the desk might have noticed it because he continued to talk to you. “What could a girl like you have to do with Bada Lee?” He hummed as he checked your papers.

“We’re… friends.” You hesitated. You didn’t feel like owing a stranger any explanation. On the contrary, you were owed some.

“She’s not a very good influence, y’know.”

“It’s written there that the charges were dropped.” As much as you felt angry at your girlfriend you couldn’t accept anyone badmouthing her. Which was ironic because Bada was indeed a bad influence.

“This time, sure.” The man agreed. “But others were not.”

You didn’t want to show how little you actually knew about your girlfriend, especially in front of the cops. However, you really wanted to know. You’ve never pestered her with questions. You always tried to be the cool girlfriend, the fun and easygoing one that she would love. But it was getting harder and harder to ignore the obvious things, like the fact that she would get into fights, cancel plans or leave in the middle of your date because of a phone call. You always tried to think it was the same as dating a workaholic, like someone with a corporate job and a very bad sense of work ethic. But today in the car you realized you’ve been fooling yourself all this time. Her file was there in one of those shelves you were sure. You wanted to read it so bad. Know all the things she did and she wasn’t telling you.

“If you ever realize the kind of person she is you can always give us a call.” The guy said, giving you something that looked like a business card. Your eyes scanned it and picked it up , trying not to seem rude. It was filled with his personal information.

“Miss y/n?” Another voice called to you from behind, this time a woman. “Miss Lee is waiting for you but first I need to make sure everything is alright.” Her voice was softer and nicer than the guy at the front desk, even though she was his senior. And most importantly, she wasn’t trying to flirt with you.

You saw Bada behind her, sitting on a bench, waiting patiently. She was wearing the same shirt she had on when she send you the goodnight selfie before you went to sleep. You guessed she had spent the night at the police station. Her hair wrapped in a messy low bun. Her long legs spread out, elbows supporting her upper body as she was leaning forward, hands covering her face. She was tired. Your eyes softened as you looked at her, although you were still upset. When the lady said you were free to go you hurried to your girlfriend.

She looked up before you got close to her, her eyes puffy. You weren’t sure if the look in her eyes was simply fatigue or if she was really trying to figure out what you were thinking. She stood up hands in her pants’ pockets. There was something cold about her that you couldn’t quite explain.

“You ok?” You asked. You wanted to hug her tight but you didn’t want to make a scene in the police station.

“I’m good. Thanks for coming.” She said. You guessed the conversation would start only after having some privacy in your car.

What you didn’t know was that Bada had tried her best not to call you. She hated involving you in things like these and had a hard time talking about it. Ever since you started going out she promised herself to be the best girlfriend you could have, and that certainly didn’t include her usual pastimes. But she couldn’t simply stop one random day. Those were her friends she grew up with, her family. She had a reputation on the streets and it was a big part of her identity. But it was obvious that, at some point, these two sides of her would clash. And today seemed like that moment finally had come.

You both got to your car and decided you’ll drive her straight home so she could finally rest after a crazy night. A night that you still knew nothing about. Bada got in the passenger seat and started typing busily on her phone. You drove off, patiently waiting for her to finish. Her phone was on silent mode but you could see with the corner of your eye that she kept receiving messages. When she was finally done, she placed the phone in her pocket and stretched her arm to turn on the music in the car. She searched for a song that she liked in your playlist – the playlist she once made for you as a gift to think about her when you were driving alone – and leaned back in her seat, looking out the window. You kept checking on her constantly as much as you could while driving. She was lost in thought, face slightly turned away from you. You tried to think she was tired, she was stressed. You kept finding excuses for her while trying to be patient, to give her time. Maybe she didn’t feel like talking.

When her phone vibrated in her pocket again you sighed. She reached out and started typing again which only made it harder to keep calm. You clenched your hand on the steering wheel. She could talk to anyone but you. Her silence was driving you mad and all the times when you let things slide for the sake of your relationship came back to you in a flash. As much as you loved her, her attitude made you feel stupid. Stupid for trusting her. Stupid for telling her everything about you while she barely talked about herself. Stupid for finding her excuses. You swerved to the left unexpectedly, finally getting a reaction out of her. You stopped the car in an almost empty parking lot and leaned back in your seat, taking a deep breath.

“I’m listening.” You said sternly. Maybe it wasn’t the best way of addressing things. You had let all the negative emotions build up and now they were exploding with a passive-aggressive tone and a nasty attitude that Bada would not receive well for sure. She cocked her eyebrows at you, as if you were the unreasonable one between the two of you. “What happened last night?”

“I was framed, I told you.” She took a deep breath before answering. She was trying to control her anger as much as you.

“For what?”

“Does it matter?”

“Drug possession.” You stressed the words carefully.

“And I told you I didn’t do it!” Her voice was gradually getting louder. “What’s with all these questions?”

“Do you deal drugs?”

“Should I take the bus instead?” She spat back another question as an answer. She sighed in exasperation when she tried to open the door but you had them locked.

“Do your friends deal drugs?”

“No, we’re just your friendly neighborhood association, knitting sweaters and planting flowers.” She answered sarcastically and you couldn’t help but slam your fist against the door in frustration. Bada’s breath got stuck in her throat for a moment. She never saw you angry before. “I told you I didn’t fucking do it.” She said again.

“Not now. How about other times?” You said and, seeing that she was avoiding to answer, you continued. “You said you needed someone with a clean record to pick you up. Does that mean I’m the only person you know who doesn’t have problems with the police?” You raised your eyebrows in expectation. “Lusher? Tatter? Kyma?” You asked in disbelief as the expression on her face provided all the answers you needed. Those were the sweetest girls you met, some of her nicest friends and you had a hard time believing it.

“Kyma only has minor offences.” She muttered under her breath, knowing it wasn’t changing anything.

“What about you? What in the world are you doing whenever you’re not answering messages for hours? When you cancel things out of the blue? When someone calls you and you don’t even bother to come up with a lame excuse for leaving me behind?” Everything was coming back to you. Every moment you thought your relationship was more important than knowing everything. Every time you would bite your tongue just to give her space at the expense of your feelings.

“Stop acting like a controlling wife!” She snapped at you. You were both looking each other directly in the eye, the tension in the car almost be visible.

“I wouldn’t if you would just talk to me!” You almost cried out and it seemed like you lost the staring battle because you put a hand over your eyes, feeling your head heavy. She was still looking down at you, the look in her eyes softening just a little. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know you.” You said. You didn’t see it because you weren’t looking at her, but your words hurt her deeply. “The only thing I know about you is that you like to dance.”

“That’s a very important thing about me.” She replied coyly.

“Why do I have to find out stuff about you from the police, Bada?” She clicked her tongue and looked away, annoyed. She loved the way her name sounded out of your pretty mouth but not this time.

“Just because that asshole was wearing a fancy uniform doesn’t mean he’s a good guy, you know.” Her tone was rather pathetic and it annoyed you even more.

“See?!” You yelled. “You never answer anything I ask you! Maybe I really should have asked more about you at the station.”

“Then call that fucker!” She yelled back and reached out to you. For a moment you forgot to breathe. Her slim fingers got the business card out of your pocket. She crumbed it in her fist. “I bet he’d love to talk shit about me while trying to get between your legs.”

It was too much. Your heart was beating rapidly. The air you were breathing didn’t seem to be enough. Her last words hurt you so much that you didn’t even think when you did it. Your hand just moved on her own ready to slap her. She caught you quickly by the wrist, holding your hand just inches away from her cheek. She leaned over you, looking right through your eyes directly into your soul. Your wrist was still in her hand. It didn’t hurt. Maybe that’s why you didn’t feel the need to fight back.

“I wouldn’t do that.” She breathed out, face inches from yours. You let out a deep breath, not being able to hold her gaze. Your eyes fell down to her lips and you bit yours instead, trying to resist the urge to kiss her.

She pulled back releasing your hand, her back against the door, one leg crossed on the seat above the other. She covered her face with both her hands, groaning in frustration.

“I knew I shouldn’t have called you.”

You didn’t know what to say. You felt terrible. You leaned back in your seat, looking at the steering wheel absentmindedly. Your breathing was finally back to normal after several minutes of silence, as both of you reflected on your words and actions. Bada’s hands had now fallen under her eyes and gradually away from her face. Her thumb was brushing against her lower lip as her phone started vibrating again. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see or hear anything. She looked at the screen for a few moments before she decided to decline the call.

“I’ll drive you home.” You mumbled quietly, your voice almost cracking. She only nodded, sitting back in her seat and pulling at the seat belt. The rest of the drive was quiet. You only paid attention to the road ahead, which was already a lot of effort for your clouded mind. Bada would look at you from time, you could see it, but she wouldn’t say a thing. Thinking it would help you focus easier on driving, you turned the music back on. The song that stopped when you turned off the engine in the parking lot started playing again. The song she chose, a stupid cheesy song she would sing to you sometimes. You turned it off, as it did more damage than good to you.

You stopped the car in front of her apartment building after twenty minutes of silence. You didn’t dare to look at her. You didn’t dare to look at your own reflection in her eyes.

“Let’s go inside.” She said in a gentle voice that sounded nothing like before. You were tempted, very tempted to do so. But you knew that if you did, that fight would have been for nothing. You knew she could fool you again with a few kisses.

“You should rest.” You answered. She sighed. She waited for you to look at her, make any gesture in her direction, but you never did. She leaned forward, placing a goodbye kiss on your hair like she would after every date. You closed your eyes, feeling tears clouding your vision. She got out of the car and you looked after her only by the time she had her back to you. You stood there in silence, feeling like the loneliest person in the world. You saw her enter the building, then saw her again by the bedroom window after she got to her apartment. You knew she saw you too. The pastries you had bought on your way to the police station were cold and untouched on the backseat.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #bada lee x y/n #swf2 #bada lee imagine #bada x reader

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bad268 · 2 months

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Uh hiii, I was wondering if you could do a Colby x pregnant reader or part 2 of the one you already did, where a ghost starts to get physical with yn and Colby gets worried

If not that's ok too, no rush :)

Frank Told Us Pt. 2 (Colby Brock X Pregnant! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Sam and Colby & Co

Requested: Clearly (I LOVE THIS MATE)

Warnings: Doesnt explicitly say it but implies possible miscarriage

POV: Third Person (She/her)

W.C. 1716

Summary: Someone's unhappy, and Colby finds out exactly what he needs to protect Y/n from.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

<-Part 1

~~(^Pinterest)

“I’m gonna be a dad!”

“Yeah, Frank just told us.”

“Well, now that that’s out of the way,” Y/n laughed as she and Kat walked back into the living room where the rest of their friends were standing. She walked up to Colby before pulling him aside. He already knew what was coming, so he leaned against the wall and pulled her against him by her waist. “We need to set some ground rules. We’re already here, so we’re not leaving before the week is up.”

“But what if-” Colby tried to interject.

“I said we’re not leaving, Cole,” She snapped, putting her hand over his mouth. “I am still capable of doing the investigation for the week, so we are not leaving just because you know I’m pregnant now. Secondly, which I don’t think you will object to, but I’m not doing solo investigations. I wasn’t going to anyway, but now, I don’t need to make up an excuse for why.”

“Yeah, that one’s valid,” Colby admitted with a light laugh as he left butterfly kisses on your shoulder. “I’m not letting you out of my sight now.”

“You’re going to have to when you and Sam do the solo investigations because I can guarantee that Kat isn’t going to do them,” She laughed with him as she leaned into his body and moved her arms to rest against his shoulder. She played with the hairs at the nape of his neck as she leaned in to kiss him. She pulled away after a moment, causing Colby to chase her lips to keep kissing her. She chuckled lightly as she leaned away. “As much as I would love to stay here in your arms, I think it’s time we head back.”

“Can we just wait a second?” He chuckled as he let out a breath, hiding his face in her shoulder as an arm tightened around her waist while the other moved to rest against her stomach. “Maybe I just wanna hug my girlfriend for a minute after finding out she’s pregnant. Let me have this.”

Most of the week went smoothly. There were obviously times that scared the group, and they all had to take breaks, but honestly, for the conjuring house, they were all expecting worse. They got some good evidence, and they had very interesting conversations. Unfortunately, Frank did not come through much, but the group was able to talk with other relatives and spirits of the house.

Currently, it was day four of seven. Sam, Colby, and Y/n were all sitting in the attic, recuperating while waiting for the next special guests to arrive. Kat had to head home, but she agreed to pick up and drop off some food. Kat had texted Y/n a few minutes prior, letting her know that she was almost there, so when Y/n heard knocking coming from downstairs, she assumed it was Kat.

“Kat’s brought the food!” Y/n cheered as she jumped off the bed she was sitting on with Colby. Then, she turned to Colby and joked, “I’ll race you.”

“You’re on,” Colby smirked as he took off down the stairs with Y/n trailing just behind him. Ironically, Sam started recording on his phone, mainly just wanting to have proof of who beat who. Sam adjusted to get the perfect view of his two friends running down the stairs as they chased each other.

All of a sudden, Y/n felt a presence behind her, thinking it was Sam. That is until she felt a hand push her on her back, followed by heat. She stumbled down the last couple of steps. She immediately shrieked and grabbed onto Colby’s shoulders as she lost her footing. This almost caused Colby to lose his own footing if he was not so used to her randomly running up behind him and jumping onto his back.

“Did you trip?” He chuckled at first as he grabbed her hands to hold her securely against his back and walked down the last couple of steps. Then, with a smile on his face, he turned to face her, but his face dropped immediately as he saw her grimace. “Are you okay? Did you hurt your leg or something?”

“Y/n!” Sam yelled, still holding his phone recording, as he ran down the stairs to see Colby holding her up. “You’re not gonna believe this! There was a handprint on your shirt!”

“Wait, a handprint?!” Colby responded, just as loudly. His eyes darted from Y/n’s face to Sam multiple times before he led her to the living room. He kneeled in front of her, held her hands, and helped her breathe. “Was that before or after she fell?”

“She fell?” Sam asked, confused. He did not even notice her fall after being distracted by seeing such a clear handprint on her shirt.

“Did you not see it? She screamed!” Colby snapped as he glared at Sam for a second before returning to Y/n when she whimpered in pain.

“Can you bicker like a married couple after one of you check my back? It’s burning so bad,” Y/n said painfully as she moved to sit toward the end of the couch and leaned onto Colby’s shoulder. Sam took the lead as he set his phone to the side, forgetting to stop the recording, as he slowly and carefully lifted her shirt. Y/n hissed in pain again, and now Sam could see why. Colby watched Sam’s eyes widen in shock as he froze. “What is it?”

“Y/n, don’t freak out-” Sam started but Y/n and Colby cut him off.

“It’s too late for that!”

“Okay okay! Uh, Y/n, you have five scratch marks down your back. Like someone dug all of their nails into your back, and three of them are bleeding,” Sam explained quickly as he lightly tapped the top of the scratch near her shoulder blades and the bottom near the bottom of her ribs.

“You’re lying, Sam,” Colby said in disbelief as he gently pulled away to see for himself. “Holy shit! Y/n you need to get out of here.”

Colby did not want to waste any time, so he pulled Y/n off the couch and out to the car. Thankfully, they had a first-aid kit in the car, and Colby left one of his hoodies in the car on accident, but it came in handy now. Sam followed them out with their main filming camera, not recording yet, but ready if Y/n was okay with it.

“Y/n, am I allowed to record this?” Sam asked because consent is important and this is a traumatic thing. Sam was not going to push her boundaries.

“Yeah, sure, but where is Kat? She knocked on the door,” Y/n asked as she pulled her shirt off and turned her back to the boys, so Sam could get a shot of the damage, and Colby could help clean it.

“Kat’s not here,” Sam replied baffled. Kat had texted him just before the whole ordeal started, saying that she was stopping to pick up your favorite ice cream as a little treat and totally not bribery for godmother status. He knew she was at least 20 minutes away, so he was confused as to why Y/n thought Kat was there.

“The knocking. I thought it was Kat,” Y/n trailed off as she started thinking through the events. “What if the ghost, whoever it is, wanted to get me to go downstairs for this? What if I did not tell Colby to race? I would’ve fallen down the stairs and maybe…I don’t want to think about that.”

“Was this what Frank was talking about?” Sam suggested, turning the camera from your back to Colby, whose focus was finally broken as he placed the last bandage on her back. COlby’s eyes widened as he slowly turned to Sam. “Protect Y/n…”

“Protect me from what? What’s happening?” Y/n rapid-fired as she put on Colby’s XPLR hoodie that he left in the car. When she turned around, it looked like Sam and Colby saw a ghost. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“When we found out you were pregnant, Frank came through and told me to protect you,” Colby explained as they all sat or stood around the car. “I thought it was when you fell on the ice. That’s why I ran up to you so panicked, but I think Frank knew that some negative entity was going to hurt you. I’ll be honest, I don’t think you should stay here for the rest of the week.”

“How would Frank know that?”

“Maybe he heard something through the grapevine,” Sam proposed, “Satori and Cody said that the spirits were asking for us, so it would make sense if Frank heard something.”

“Honestly, I really don’t want you to stay here,” Colby said seriously as Kat pulled up. Sam took this as a good time to head over to her and explain everything that just happened, and it would give Y/n and Colby a chance to talk. “You could’ve gotten hurt and worse, the baby. I don’t want to risk that. I may have just found out, but I can’t risk anything happening to either of you. I promised you on our first date that I would protect you with my life, and I’m telling you, this is for the best. Please, please don’t fight me on this.”

“You say that like I’d want to go back in that house!” Y/n laughed nervously as she felt herself start crying as the emotions of the event finally caught up to her. Colby immediately wrapped his arms around her carefully as he stroked her hair to calm her down. “Colby, that spirit did not want me in that house. If I hadn’t challenged you to a race, I…Colby. I can’t even think about that. Colby, I’m not going to fight it because I need to think about them too, and honestly, I’m fine with going home or staying in a hotel for the next few days. I don’t care, I just don't want to go back in that house.”

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.”

~~~~~

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comfort & chaos (carmy berzatto x fem!reader) chapter two: covid & carbonara

summary: in a time of isolation, you and carmy find unexpected connection in unexpected places: each other. (the five times carmen berzatto fell in love with you a little and the one time he finally told you)

warnings: swearing, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, drinking & smoking, suggestive language, mentions of covid-19/the pandemic, eventual smut.

word count: 4k

listen to: hot sugar - glass animals | hard to live in the city - albert hammond jr. | alone together - del water gap | foreign girls - bleachers

read: chapter one

March 2020:

“Carmy, can you hear me now?” you ask, listening carefully for his response.

“Yeah hold on. Wifi’s shit in this room,” he mumbles. You hear a rustle of sounds and the picture on your phone goes blurry for a second. This is just something you’ve come to accept is a part of your life now as you wait.

Suddenly, the picture is clear again and it looks like Carmy’s in his living room now. He wears a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants as he tries to get comfy on the shitty sofa in his Flatiron apartment.

“Ok there we go. I gotta-, yeah, I can hear you now,” he says, finally settling in.

“How are you?” you ask as you grow more sure that you’re going to be able to talk now. “It’s good to see your face.”

“Yeah, no uh. It’s good to see you too,” he replies. “Shit’s so weird right now, huh?”

“Totally,” you agree. “So… what’ve you been up to? I mean… how are you spending your time?”

He sighs, shaking his head, as if to say that he barely knows how to answer that question. He thinks it over before answering with:

“I don’t know. Workin’ on some recipes. Tryin’ not to lose my fuckin’ head. You?”

“Same,” you commiserate. “Though… I don’t know. I’ve kind of been enjoying some of the down time, you know?”

He couldn’t agree less.

Carmy tells you about the recipes he’s working on. You share with him the plot of the show you’re binge watching right now. He tells you he hasn’t really been in touch with family much and you let him know that you’ve been running errands for your parents where you can. It’s a fairly normal conversation for a very uncertain and strange time, but it brings you comfort – talking to Carmy.

You talk about the state of the restaurant industry. The state of the world. The two of you wonder when the restaurant might open back up – if they’ll consider doing to-go’s. He’s not sure and neither are you.

It’s almost two hours later when you realize your phone is dying, and that somehow, time has flown as the two of you have been talking.

“Shit, uh. My phone’s dying. I may have to go,” you say remorsefully.

“Oh yeah! No problem,” Carmy replies, almost apologetically. “And I uh, if I get in touch with the people at World Central Kitchen, I’ll let you know. I’m sure they can always use more chefs and volunteers.”

“No, that’d be great. Uh… before I go,” you start, knowing that you want to tell him this. “I just wanted to say… I’m glad we did this.”

“Yeah me too,” he agrees, and you can tell he means it.

“Maybe… we do it again? Keep each other company… you know. Virtually?” you propose, hopefully.

“Yeah,” Carmy half smiles. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

And as the pandemic drags on, you find yourself FaceTiming with Carmy more and more. Once a week turns into once a week and a consistent exchange of texts. He shares with you the recipes he’s working on. You bounce ideas around with him on dishes he feels stuck on. You send him silly memes and TikToks, even though he refuses to get an account himself. Once a week turns into twice a week, and then phone calls, and soon enough, you don’t go a day without talking to Carmy in some capacity.

You’re not sure how you’ve done it but you think that maybe you and Carmy just might be friends.

May 2020:

“Thanks so much for all the help guys. It means a lot. Especially having two chefs of your caliber,” the volunteer coordinator says, addressing both you and Carmy.

“Listen, we’re just happy to be a part of something right now. With so much going on… it’s hard to know where to begin helping,” you reply with gratitude. You’re genuinely thankful that you’ve been able to be a part of World Central Kitchen’s COVID relief efforts, and you know Carmy feels the same.

“We’ll see you guys next Friday?” the volunteer coordinator asks.

“Heard,” Carmy answers, thanking the coordinator one more time before the two of you leave the building.

Around the corner, there’s a bench that the two of you find. It’s an easy choice to sit down – neither of you are quite ready to go home yet. You sit on opposite sides before removing your masks as Carmy pulls out a pack of marlboros.

“You want one?” he asks you, holding out the pack.

“Yeah,” you agree, taking one from him at a distance. You watch him light up, before handing you the lighter he keeps in his jean jacket pocket.

It’s nice to take a moment to pause. Between the chaos of being in a kitchen again to the chaos of the world around you, it feels good to smoke a fucking cigarette on a street corner with the man that’s so unexpectedly become your friend. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, just enjoying the sounds of the city, each others’ company, and your fuckin’ cancer sticks.

You break the silence between the two of you, letting out the smallest chuckle.

“What?” Carmy asks you, your laugh garnering his attention.

“It’s just… it’s almost funny,” you say, continuing your giggle.

“What?” he asks you again, a look of amusement on his face. He can’t imagine what must be so funny.

“Just… seeing you here… Mr. Fine Dining…makin’ sandwiches,” you tease playfully. “Thought you were too fancy-pants for that.”

“Fuck off,” he rolls his eyes playfully, sucking on his cigarette as he inhales. You laugh again as he shakes his head, shooting you another look.

He takes his time, exhaling the smoke out in the opposite direction, before addressing your playful remarks.

“Nah. It uh-, actually reminds me of my family’s place a little. Back home,” he shares with you.

It catches you off guard. Carmy rarely ever talks about home, let alone his family.

“Yeah?” you ask curiously, hoping he’ll elaborate.

“Yeah,” he answers with a nod, before placing the cigarette back in between his lips.

To your disappointment, you realize that’s all he’s planning to share. You resign yourself, taking another drag of your cigarette as the two of you smoke to the sounds of the city. After a long shift at the volunteer kitchen, your exhaustion begins to catch up with you. It’s been a few months since you’ve had to stand for that long, and as exhilarating as it’s been, you can feel the fatigue in your back and your feet already.

“So… I was thinkin’ about something,” Carmy says, breaking the silence between the two of you.

You angle your body towards him before asking, “What’s that?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s dumb.”

He’s suddenly shy, and your eyes flicker over his cheeks that have turned a darker shade of red than they were before.

“Carmy, what is it?” you ask, leaning towards him, now intrigued.

He avoids your gaze before he replies, “Nah. Nevermind. It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not! What is it?” you continue to press him.

You’re not going to let this go.

“I shouldn't've said anything.”

He sighs, taking one more drag of his cigarette before leaning forward and tossing it on the ground. His left foot hovers over the cigarette butt as he stamps it out, his forearms resting on his legs as he finally turns to you again.

“I don’t know how you feel about it, and you can totally say no because like… shit’s still fucked, you know but-,” he starts, shyly. Was Carmy about to ask you out?

He pauses, his eyes scanning the pavement beneath his feet before saying, “It’s just-, I’m not like, seeing anyone else in person. Except you.”

“Yeah, no me either,” you agree.

Where was this going?

“Would you maybe wanna-?” he asks, before trailing off, his piercing blue eyes so intense it feels like he’s looking right through you. He nods towards the kitchen before continuing with, “... see each other in person. Like outside of here. As long as we’re being safe you know?”

You nod, quick to put the poor man at ease, and only a little intrigued as to why it was so difficult for him to ask you that.

“Yeah no. I’m not seeing anyone else in person either. And at this point if we had COVID, we’d probably already have exposed each other, right?” you reply.

“Yeah,” he answers.

“Yeah, I’d be down. To… you know. Maybe move some of our FaceTimes… in person, if that’s what you mean,” you agree, a smile on your face.

You’re not sure what you expected, but you weren’t expecting for Carmy to ask you to become his quarantine buddy – even if you’d already kind of been doing it anyways.

“Cool,” he says, taking a breath.

You can tell that it was a big deal for him – to ask you that – even if he doesn’t want to show it.

“Can I walk you home?” he asks.

You smile in return, “Yeah. And if you’re feeling wild… we can… pick something up on the way there. You can come up and hang.”

“No, yeah. That uh-, that sounds great,” he replies, something softer in his eyes this time. “If you don’t mind. I mean-, if you want the company-.”

“Oh shut up, Berzatto,” you roll your eyes at him. You shoot him a look, even though you’re kind of loving this softer side of him.

“I wouldn’t have offered, if I didn’t.”

July 2020:

Carmen Berzatto becomes an unexpected yet pleasantly surprising part of your support system, and your COVID-pod. It’s hard to believe that less than a year ago, you thought the man absolutely hated you. He’s still the hot and cold, emotionally turbulent man you met last October, and he’s also become your friend. You’ve learned that he can be soft, that he’s terribly uncomfortable in any and all social situations, and that he’s the most single-minded, driven, obsessed motherfucker you’ve ever met.

By now, the restaurant has pivoted and reopened for to-gos only. It’s nothing like the fine dining establishment it was before. You’re only open Thursday to Sunday and it’s a much more family style, to-go kit sort of operation these days: to-go cocktail kits, to-go curated menus, to-go assemble your own dishes at home.

It’s strange. And it’s a strange time for all of you.

You’re finished with your shift today, ready to head home and spend the next three days off. You’re not sure when you’ll ever get three days off in a row once all of this is over, so you’ve decided that you’re just going to embrace the slower lifestyle right now. You’ve been more creative in this chapter of your life than you can remember.

“So you layin’ it down for Carmy or what?” a voice asks, jolting you from your thoughts.

“Excuse me?” you snap, turning your head to a very smug looking Nate Walker, stripping off his face mask.

“What the fuck, man?” Tim exclaims, as he’s changing back into his street shoes. “Not okay to say.”

“What?” Nate defends himself. “I’m just wondering who I have to thank. This is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen the boss man.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “Really nice, Nate.”

You shake your head, before slinging your backpack over your right arm, exchanging a look with Tim.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Carmy and I are just friends,” you correct. “Ever think that some time off has been good for all of us and that’s why Carmy’s been chill?”

“‘S not like we’re working at the same capacity we used to be. I think it’s been good for him,” Tim chimes in, trying to offer you a little backup.

“Sure,” Nate replies, unconvinced.

“What’s it to you anyways, Walker?” Tim asks, putting the spotlight on his coworker.

“Nothin’,” Nate replies, defensively. “Just noticed you guys spendin’ a lot of time together lately. Besides, the guy could use a good lay.”

“You’re a child,” you snap with an eye roll. You slide your left arm into the other strap of your backpack, ready to leave. “Now if we’re done with the girl talk, I’m going home.”

As you begin to walk away, you can hear Nate defending himself as Tim points out how inappropriate it was for him to say that to you. You’re grateful for people like Tim, because you’re not sure that Nate would listen to anyone else lower in the French brigade system – let alone a woman.

“We still on for tomorrow?” Carmy asks you, as you're on your way out. He’s still in his chef whites because, as the both of you know, he’s going to be the last person to leave. A smile spreads across your face as soon as you see him.

That’s right. You’re spending your day off tomorrow with him.

“Yeah,” you smile with a nod.

“Mine or yours?” he asks.

You shoot him a look – a ‘I know you haven’t cleaned up your place’ kind of look.

“Mine,” you reply.

“Sweet. There’s a cool market nearby I wanted to check out. I’ll pick somethin’ up on the way,” he says back.

“Heard.”

You wait a beat before adding, “Try not to work too hard, chef.”

He likes that you’re looking out for him.

He smiles, “Heard.”

As much as you’ve tried not to let Nate Walker get to you, you can’t stop thinking about what he said the day before. Did people think you and Carmy were sleeping together? Did the whole staff think you were trying to sleep your way to the top? Your mind races, and you notice the anxious feelings you have have settled deep in your chest. Carmy moves around your kitchen, intentionally, and while you’d like to enjoy how happy he looks when he cooks for fun, you can’t seem to shut off your brain.

“You sure I can’t help? I went to culinary school too, yknow?” you ask, trying to put on your best lighthearted tone.

“Nah,” he dismisses, pulling together a sauce in one of the glass bowls you keep in your kitchen for prep.

As Carmy steals a glance your way, he’s surprised to find that whatever weight it seems you were carrying when he first walked in, hasn’t gone away. He returns his focus to the stovetop, shaking the stainless clad frying pan that holds his precisely-cut lardons.

“What’s up?” he asks you, keeping his back to you.

“Uh… nothing,” you reply, trying your best to shake it off.

He knows you’re lying, and he turns to look at you again, more intently this time. Your lips are pressed together in a thin line and there’s a new tension knitted between your brows that’s not normally there. As much as you’re trying not to let it get to you, your face betrays you and he knows that something’s been bothering you all day. He shoots you an unconvinced look and you sigh in defeat.

Since when had Carmy learned what that look meant.

“Just-, you’re gonna think it’s dumb,” you start, almost embarrassed that you have to bring this up to him.

“What’s up?” he asks, patiently.

You shrug, “Just something that Nate said yesterday’s been… bothering me, I guess.”

He rolls his eyes, letting out a dry laugh as he asks you, “Well Nate’s a dick. What’d he say?”

“I-, I don’t know if I should tell you,” you admit hesitantly.

“Why?” he asks, a pang of nerves hitting him right in the gut.

You wait a beat, trying to figure out how best to convey what Nate said without freaking Carmy out.

“He uh… he kind of… suggested that everyone thinks we’re sleeping together?” you say cautiously, your voice going up at the end of the sentence, almost as if it were a question.

“Oh,” is all Carmy manages to get out.

“Yeah,” you exhale.

“Well, we’re not,” Carmy replies, simply.

Right.

“Right,” you agree.

You’re surprised by the feeling of disappointment that wells in your chest in response to Carmy’s reply. This had been eating away at you and for him to shut it down so quickly – like it was that simple – doesn’t quite make sense to you.

Maybe it’s because men never bear the burden of an inappropriate workplace relationship, not that you’re having one with Carmy, but you know it’d be a bigger cost to you than it’d ever be for him.

“I just…” you start, beginning to understand why it’s bothering you so much. “Do you think… like is it a problem that we’re hanging out? I mean, you are kind of my boss and… I don’t know. I guess we never really talked about the ethical implications of… you know. Us. Being friends. And also working together.”

Friends.

Right.

Maybe because it’s because he’s never really had friends, let alone a girlfriend, that catches Carmy off guard.

You’re just friends, motherfucker, Carmy thinks to himself.

It’s like he’d almost forgotten.

Perhaps it’s the isolation – the way of the world right now – but he’s never thought about what you were to him. Ever since the two of you had decided to start spending time together, it had been you and him against a very scary and uncertain world. Carmy’s surprised to find that, hearing it said aloud, friends, leaves him with a feeling of dissatisfaction – like the word friend didn’t quite describe the way he felt about you.

But he’s terrified to think about what that could mean. That anything else would probably scare you away – push you out of his life – and there’s no way in hell he’s going to let that happen right now.

Because he likes this too much.

Because he likes who he is when he’s with you.

Because you’re all he has.

He pushes the thoughts out of his mind for another time, because right now, you’re sitting right in front of him, and he’s got a problem to solve for you.

“As long as we’re professional in the kitchen… I don’t see why it should be a problem,” he says.

You’re not sure how it seems so simple for him, because it doesn’t feel this simple for you.

“Yeah, no. I-, I agree,” you lie.

Carmy returns to what he’s doing, and you accept that that’s probably the full conversation that you’re going to have with him. At least right now. You watch as he continues to cook, pulling together the sauce as he tosses the pasta and cheese in your frying pan. You open up your phone, scrolling through a few social media posts to try your best to get your mind off of your worries as Carmy finishes up in your kitchen.

It’s not long before he’s returned to your small dining table. You set your phone down, watching as he approaches you.

“I remember you mentioning that it’s hard to find a good carbonara so uh… thought I’d make you one,” he says confidently. Carmy hands you bowl containing a perfectly twirled nest of spaghetti, along with a fork he’d gotten from your kitchen.

“How do I know it’s gonna be up to my standards?” you challenge him playfully.

He shoots you a ‘don’t play with me’ kind of look and you giggle in response. You exchange glances with Carmy before messing up the perfectly plated nest by digging your fork into it.

“Make sure you get a little bit of everything,” he reminds you. He watches as you twirl the spaghetti around your fork, making sure to scoop up a bit of crispy guanciale. You lift the fork to your mouth before taking a bite, your eyes closing as the salty, cheesy, bite hits your tongue.

It’s perfect.

“Holy fuck,” you practically moan in response to your first bite. You open your eyes and he smiles back at you, proud of the response he’s earned from you. Your face twists into a look that falls somewhere between ‘this is so good I’m angry and hello, I’ve reached nirvana.’

“This-, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m pretty sure your talents are being wasted on fine dining, my friend. This is… this is fucking unreal, dude,” you say, as you continuing processing the most perfect carbonara you’ve ever had in your life.

“No offense taken,” he says.

You shake your head at him, “Best carbonara ever.”

September 2020:

“So we go upstate, and we’re searching for outdoor activities we can do, you know, safely, at a distance, with masks on. And we end up at this goat farm,” Maya says, describing her and her fiance’s last few months spent in upstate New York.

“...Was the goat named Milo?” Carmy asks, a humorous tone to his question.

“Carmy!” you exclaim with a laugh, shooting him a look.

“What?” he asks back.

Both Liz, Maya, and her fiance Patrick send you questioning looks.

“I-, it’s an inside joke,” you explain, shaking your head once again in response to Carmy’s very silly interjection.

“Anyways, it’s so nice to be back in the city. Seriously, Liz, thanks for organizing this,” Maya continues.

“Oh, I’m kind of getting really into this whole cute picnic thing actually,” she replies, in reference to the picnic she’s organized for the five of you. “Plus, the to-go picnic kit has been killing at the restaurant. Thanks for letting me run with that, chef.”

“No, yeah. You’re killin’ it. It was a great idea,” Carmy compliments.

The five of you spend time in the park, catching up and enjoying time spent in person for the first time in a long time. You, Liz, and Carmy have been back at work, pushing through, what will hopefully be, the last month or so in the to-go only business at the restaurant. As the sun begins to come down, you all agree that it’s time to pack it up and go home. You’ve begun to collect all of the trash in a brown paper bag as Carmy offers to take it.

“You sure?” you ask him.

“Yeah,” he answers.

As he takes a walk, in search of the nearest trash can, your friends are immediately on you about whatever the hell it is that you and Carmy are doing.

“So what I’m hearing is… you talk every day, you have inside jokes together, and you’re basically quarantining together. How are you trying to tell us that this man is not your boyfriend?!” Maya exclaims. Her partner shrugs in agreement.

“I know that what Nate said was hella inappropriate, but he’s not wrong… that this is the most I’ve seen him relaxed in… maybe since we met him,” Liz adds in as your friends make their case.

“He seems into you,” Patrick offers.

“I-,” you start, knowing you don’t have much time before Carmy returns. “I don’t know. All I know is… I like what we have. And right now, we’re friends so.”

“God, you’re so good at it,” Maya sighs.

“What?” you ask, looking from her to Liz as they exchange glances.

The both turn to you, before saying in unison, “Compartmentalizing!”

Patrick holds his hands up as he says, “I’m gonna stay out of this one.”

“You ready to go?” Carmy asks, rejoining you and your friends.

You can practically feel Liz and Maya staring at you.

“Yeah,” you reply to Carmy.

You say your goodbyes before going your separate ways, and Maya swears when Carmy isn’t listening that you’re not done talking about this. It’s just been you and Carmy for so long that you hadn’t thought about what it might look like to other people. Now that things were slowly reopening… you were beginning to get more questions, and maybe, you were beginning to have more questions too.

But the last time you’d tried to bring up any conversation about your relationship with Carmy, he’d shut it down and distracted you with the best carbonara you’ve ever had in your life. Not that you were complaining, definitely not, but you were hesitant to bring it up any time soon. As Carmy looks at you, there’s something about the way you look against the backdrop of the city, the setting sun, and the sparkling lights, that catches him off guard. He’s not ready to part ways with you yet.

“Can I walk you home?” Carmy offers, hopefully.

“Sure,” you nod.

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Take It Out On Me Part 22 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Steve X Sir Eddie and Plus Size Fem Sub Reader, SMUT of the rougher variety, punishment, tied down, spanking, overstimulation, slight degrading, FLUFF, in the end because I can, ANGST, reader has an attitude and gets punished, she does get drunk at a party and they scold her.

Word Count: 3215

You were in the worst mood and the boys couldn’t quiet figure out why. These past few days any time they tried to get intimate with you, you pushed them away saying you were too tired and anytime they tried to take care of you in some way you snapped at them. They didn’t see much of you and vice versa do to everyone’s busy schedules but they did what they could when they could. Your attitude just kept getting worse however to a point that they could no longer ignore.

“Honey, we don’t have to go to this party.”, Steve tried to sooth as he watched you finish getting ready. “I can just call Eddie and have him come home. We can watch a movie or something.”

“No, Daddy. It’s fine. We always have nights in. Let’s go out and just have a good time, alright?”

“Are you su—”

“YES! I’m sure! Stop questioning me!”

Glancing up in the mirror, you saw Steve’s eyes narrow in your direction.

“I’m going to let that go because I know you have a lot on your plate but we’re going to call that strike one, Y/N. You don’t want us to get to strike three. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”, you grumble.

You don’t even bother looking his way when you hear him rise from the bed. His fingers pinch your cheeks as he turns your face to meet his.

“Louder.”

“Yes. Daddy.”

“Lose that tone, little girl.”

***

“Are you alright?”, Maisie asks as soon as you find her.

Some of the kids you two met at school were having a party at the fraternity house a few blocks away from campus. When you originally mentioned it to the guys you had really wanted to go, prepared to let your hair down and have some fun. Now more than anything, you just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep for three days. You needed to recharge and forget things for a moment.

“Yeah I’m fine. I definitely need a drink.”

“Of course. Come with me to the bar!”, she laughs, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the keg in the kitchen.

Steve watches as you slurp two cups back with annoyance etched on his face. As you go in for thirds, his hand reaches out to grab your wrist.

“Y/N, stop. Space out your drinks, baby.”

“Jesus Christ, it’s not a big deal, Steve! I’m fine. I can handle my alcohol.”

“Honey, I kind of agree with him. It’s a party. You want have fun not pass out.”, Masie countered, agreeing with your boyfriend.

Both watch helplessly as you ignore them and go in to fill your cup.

“Y/N Y/L/N, if you drink that it will be strike two. Eddie will be here soon and you don’t want to have strike three with him.” He murmurs his warning so your friend can’t hear but you don’t care as your eyes meet his and chug from the glass in your hand.

“I’m not afraid of Eddie Munson, Steve.”

Rolling your eyes, you leave both starring after you as you wonder towards the dance floor. Your boyfriend kept a close eye on you until the other man you loved entered the house. You watched as Steve whispered to him, Eddie’s smile slowly fading as his eyes filled with the same frustration the other boy had the entire evening.

When those chocolate orbs landed on you, he beckoned you over with his finger; his head tilting when your eyes rolled in disgust as you headed his way.

“Eddie.”

“Why are you being a pain in the ass, Y/N?”

“I’m just trying to have fun and Steve won’t let me.”, you sass as you take another sip of your beverage.

“So, giving Steve attitude, not listening, and drinking beer one right after the other is fun?”

“For me.”

The metalhead’s jaw tightens as he shifts his attention to his friend. “How many cups has she had?”

“The one in her hand is five.”

“Ok, drink up, little girl, because we’re going home.”

“I don’t want to go home.”, you growl in a tone they hadn’t heard from you in a long time. “I’m fine right where I am.”

“Y/N—”

“I SAID NO!” Heads in the room turned to look at you, making Eddie huff as Steve’s breathing became a bit more erratic. They were both furious.

Gripping your bicep, the metalhead pushed you backwards down a hallway into the nearest bathroom with the other boy slamming the door behind you. Eddie’s face hovered over your own after pushing you against the wall, his eyes full of fire as Steve leaned his arm just by your head.

“I just wanted to—”

A ringed hand covered your mouth.

“Don’t speak. If you say one word, I’m going to add to your punishment. Say ‘Yes, Sir.’”

“Yes, Sir.”, you whisper as he removes his palm.

“I’m going to give you two choices. You are very welcome to stay here but that means we punish you here out in that living room in front of everyone. Since you have no problem being rude and embarrassing us, we have no problem doing the same. Or… we can go home and punish you there. What would you prefer, little girl?”

Steve’s grab your face and forces your head forward when you pout, turning away from their heavy looks.

“Home.”

“Louder.”

“I said, I want to go home.”

Eddie growls as his hold on your arm tightens.

“That little tone is being added to your tally. Now, go POLITELY say goodbye to your friend and apologize for your fucking attitude. We’ll meet you at the front door.”

On the drive home, Steve had to pull over to allow you to throw up on the side of the road. Even though they were angry, they still loved you and ever the present boyfriend, he held your hair back while he soothed you.

“There you go, honey. Get it out. You’re ok. We’re almost home.”

Since Eddie got home first, he laid out your pajamas and gave you a glass of water as you knocked back the headache medication he knew you would need. After you were changed and your make up was removed, they guided you in bed where you quickly fell asleep.

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When you woke up the following morning, you were alone and your heart broke. You couldn’t even remember if they had fallen asleep with you. Shuffling towards the kitchen, you found them at the table with sullen looks on their faces as the quietly exchanged words.

“Good morning, little girl. Come eat and refuel. You’re going to need it.”

“Yes, Sir.”, you mumbled as you came over and took a seat beside him.

Steve slid a plate of food in front of you and you took small bites as you listened to the silence.

“How are you feeling? Did you want to rest a bit more or would you like to start your punishment now?”

“I’m ready now, Sir.”, you answered with a slight edge to your tone that made Steve sigh.

Following them into bedroom, you disrobed and place yourself at the end of the bed while you waited.

“Bend over and stretch out your arms.”

Doing as Eddie commanded, you bent over with your stomach against the mattress and extended your limbs towards the edges, allowing them to take hold of your wrists and restrain you to the wooden legs underneath. You were completely exposed for them with your ass in perfect view.

“Now, brat, Steve and I talked a lot about this last night after you passed out and we decided on a spanking. I, personally, thought we should utilize the belt again so the punishment fit the crime but Daddy thought that might be too much for you and you wouldn’t be healed in time for work on Monday.”

Eddie craned his neck so his eyes could meet yours.

“You see, that’s courtesy. Caring about someone else’s feelings. I think you should thank him.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

The metalhead rolls his eyes and you yelp when his hand comes down on your behind.

“I didn’t realize meek Y/N made a triumphant return. Thank him properly, little girl. Like you fucking mean it.”

“Thank you, Daddy!”

“Here are the rules, Y/N. You’re getting 15; 5 for each strike Steve gave you and extra for that attitude in the bathroom last night. For every smack, we want you to count. If you lose count, we start over. If you aren’t clear, we start over.” Eddie’s fingers thread through your hair and tug it back, lifting your head slightly. “Any fucking sass or tone and we start over. Do you understand me, little girl?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.”

“Good. Steven, would you like to go first?”

The man’s hand came down hard on your ass and as you counted it off you knew they weren’t going to make this easy for you by any means. The sound of vibration filled the room and you moaned loudly as the wand they loved so much was pressed against your clit.

Three spanks followed and you shouted the number as you came. They switched places and Eddie’s palm grazed your reddening flesh before coming down roughly to add to the tally.

“You see, brat, we could have been relaxing on this Saturday morning but no. Someone had to cop an attitude. It’s been a while since you’ve been a bad girl for me and Daddy.”

Your body trembled as you came and he smacked your behind again.

“I didn’t hear a number. Did you Steve?”

“No, Sir. I didn’t. How many is that, Y/N?”

“I-I-I…fuck, Daddy. I don’t—” You yelp as Eddie’s hand came down roughly.

“Watch your mouth.”, he growled. “I guess we’re starting over.”

They both switched places every time you came and by the time you got to your double digits in the count, you began to cry. Lips hovered next to the shell of your ear and you keened into them as Steve spoke.

“Color, honey?”

“G-G-Green, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a brat.”

His fingers moved some of your hair away from your sweaty face as he kissed your cheek.

“We’re almost done, baby. You’re taking your punishment like a good girl.”, Eddie praised from behind you while he turned off the wand in his hand.

Steve reached into his boxers and removed his cock, mewling when his tip slid between your folds.

“Goddamn it, she’s so fucking wet.”, he moaned. Gripping tightly to your hips, he thrust himself into your entrance and grunted loudly as he smacked your ass.

“11! Daddy, oh my god.”

Steve was anything but gentle when he took from you what was his.

“She always looks so sexy in this position. We should look into getting one of those bars that spread her legs wider.”, Eddie mused as his palm ran along your lower back to your behind where he spanked you again.

“12! Mmm—Daddy. S-Sir…I-I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Maybe next time you’ll think about this before you decide to talk back and be a bad little girl.”, Steve grunted behind you as he thrust into you harder, rocking the bed underneath you.

“M-My pussy is sore, Daddy.”

“I bet. You’re so fucking tight and dripping right now. Fuck!” He spanks you again as you count it off.

Calloused fingers grip your chin and lift your head in front of you as your eyes look up to see Eddie on his knees in front of you.

“You’re almost done. Two more, Y/N. Open your mouth and just stay still while we finish using you. If you feel like you need to stop, tap your hand twice on the base of the bedframe, ok?”

“Y-Yes, Sir.”

His fingers snacked around to the back of your head and you opened your mouth wide as he slid his cock between your lips along your flattened tongue. Your brain flashed back to the first time you were with them and your pussy clenched at the memory.

You felt so bad for the way you acted last night and you hated upsetting them. Instead of confiding in them about your stress, you took your frustration out on them. They deserved better.

Steve’s palm came down and Eddie pulled himself out of your mouth allowing you to count before roughly pushing himself back in.

“Shit, little girl. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Too bad it’s gone back to spewing your trash attitude and sarcastic tone.” His grip tightens as you moan, both men pumping into faster.

“Fuck, Ed. Just a dirty, messy little thing isn’t she?”

“Oh yeah.” Eddie holds you still for a few seconds, groaning as you choke and your throat constricts around before pulling back and allowing you to breathe. “Say it. Say ‘I’m a messy, dirty, bad little girl.’”

“I-I-I’m a messy, bad, dirty—mmm—dirty little girl, Sir.”, you cry.

“Good girl, baby. You’ve done so well, I’m gonna let you swallow my cum, ok?”

“P-Please, Sir.”

Steve’s thrusts start to falter but he holds it together as his pace quickens, grabbing the wand, and reaching underneath you to press it against your sore clit. You push against Eddie’s hold, throwing your head back, as you pant Steve’s title. Just as his palm hits your ass one final time, you cum hard and they try to contain their excitement at watching you fall apart.

The man behind you follows soon after, grunting as you felt him release his seed inside of you. The metalhead’s hold on you tightens and with a few more sloppy thrusts his spend hits the back of your throat.

As they delicately try to pull out of you, you begin to sniffle as the tears start to fall but you wait patiently as they move quickly on either side of you to release you from your binds. As soon as your free, you climb into Eddie’s embrace, practically knocking him backwards as he falls with his back against the headboard.

“Whoa. Jesus Christ!” His arms immediately wrapped around you as his finger ran through your hair. With your ear against his chest, you let his heartbeat soothe you till you were fully able to come back down from your high. “It’s ok, baby. You’re ok. You did so good. We’re so proud of you for taking your punishment like a good girl. Right, Stevie?”

“Very proud. Whenever you’re ready, honey, we’ll take a bath and then do some more aftercare, ok?”

“I’m ready, please. I’m sore.”

Steve ran ahead and got the water ready as Eddie slowly walked with you towards the bathroom while assessing any wounds or bruising that would need to be looked after. After 5 years they both had become masters when it came to aftercare. When it came to baths, they had stalked up on essentials like soap and Epsom salts that smelled like your favorite scents. The had a little routine, where one would get everything ready while the other laid out comfy clothes and any first aid you may need.

They learned your nightly routines so for example if you happened to play on nights where you usually washed your hair they would help you do that as you leaned into them. If they played a bit too hard leaving you blissed out and ready for bed, they would help you with your skin care routine before tucking you and cuddling with you.

As you sat in the water, Steve sat on the edge behind you, pulling up your hair into a messy bun, and after cleaning your top half, massaged your arms and shoulders that were sore from being in the position you were in for so long.

“I know, princess, I know.”, Eddie cooed when you winced as he carefully tried to clean between your legs. “I’m almost done.” His gaze shifted to your face as your eyes became glassy and another tear fell. “Are you ready to tell us what happened last night?”

“I feel bad.”, you whispered.

“For how you acted?”

“No…I mean yeah but no. I… I’m exhausted and…and I miss you.”

“Honey, what do you mean you miss us?”

“You two work, I’m working two jobs while going to school, I have finals, and… when I come home I’m either so tired or the three of us aren’t here. We haven’t been on a real date in so long…” Steve tenderly pets your head as you sob while Eddie continues to dry your tears as they fall. “Last night I just wanted to stay home but I also wanted us to go out so I took my grumpiness out on you two. I’m so sorry.”

The exchange another glance and the metalhead nods before his eyes find your again.

“Baby, do you think you’re up for a drive?”

***

You had no idea where they were taking you especially when Steve turned onto a subdivision filled with houses you didn’t recognize but you remain silent allowing them to take you where they wanted. Eddie sat in the backseat with you, caressing your arm as you rested against his shoulder.

You find yourself even more confused when as the car pulls into a driveway and they both get out leading you towards the front door.

“Your dad gave me…a key here…” Steve’s eyebrows knitted together as he dug in his pockets.

“My dad?”, you ask but he ignores you, finding what he’s looking for, and jimmying open the front door. It was a relatively new quaint one-story house with updated carpets and appliances in the kitchen.

Their eyes watched as you slowly took everything in around you. Your hands grazed the wall as you walked down the hallway, peaking into all three bedrooms before staring out the back door at the pool.

“I want to do that patio and light thing your uncle has in New York. He said he built it, maybe, he’d come down and help me.”, Steve retorted as he came to stand beside you.

“We were thinking for the time being one of the bedrooms can be like an office and the other can be a guest room for when Masie comes over or if you cousin comes to visit.”, Eddie smiles.

“I-I don’t…I don’t understand.”

“We wanted to surprise you and your parents thought it was a great idea. So much so that your dad helped us get the papers and everything in order. Y/N, with this house and the payments we’d be making on it, honey, you don’t have to keep working at the library. You can focus on school and your internship.”

“It will help with that stress and we’d get to see you more. Even Steve could cut back on some of his hours to work with Robin on their non-profit thing.”

“Th-This-This is our house?”, you hiccupped as this time happy tears began to streak your cheeks. Eddie’s grin grew as he stepped forward and yanked you into his embrace.

“Yes, crybaby. If you like it of course.”

“Yes! Yes, oh my god. I love it! I don’t even know what to say. Thank you. It’s perfect.”

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itsabouttimex2 · 6 months

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Hello there! could we see a prequel of when platonic yandere Erasermic first saw Cloud quirk reader! I feel like the reader wouldn't exactily look like oboro, but then seeing that quirk and having that energetic personality would send the memories of oboro back into there mind

These two mourn Oboro to this day. It’s a major part of both of their characters, woven into their beings. They won’t move on. They can’t forget. So when they see you, something kind of cracks inside them.

Aizawa pauses, and just… stares. His chest tightens painfully, as a deluge of long-buried memories gnaw at his mind. It’s easy to that he’d be the strong one, the stoic one. But he isn’t. He’s a broken man long burdened by grief. It’s clear he hasn’t managed to move on from losing Oboro in the slightest.

However, Hizashi was able to healthily move on to some degree and become a teacher, a DJ, a radio host, a hero. Sure, it’s possible that he uses his exuberance to cope with grief or to draw Aizawa out of his worst moments, but he stills manages to be sunny and bright. All the same, he possesses a well-hidden ruthlessness and an extremely powerful Quirk that he’s not afraid to use. The moment he stops smiling, it’s probably time to run and hide, because something is terribly wrong.

And when he sees you, he stops smiling. There’s a moment where his larger than life personality and cheery disposition both slip, leaving him in a rare state of shocked silence. Hizashi just stands and watches, eyes going wide behind his concealing sunglasses. His gangly arms drop to his sides, his every bit of attention focused on staring you down.

Maybe it’s some kind of cruel joke. Maybe he’s been hit by a Quirk, creating a tailored distraction to keep him from noticing an approaching foe. Maybe he’s just seeing things. But no, he isn’t. You’re real, with his personality and Quirk.

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“Oboro…,” Aizawa mumbles to himself, caught in a similar state to his loudmouth friend. His bloodshot eyes catch on your smile, watching as you chat with a friend. The two of you walk side by side, trails of vapor and fog drifting from your fingertips as you show off your Quirk. Your friend laughs in amazement, watching in awe as the clouds shift into different shapes and figures, bending perfectly to your will.

Once, Oboro had done the same for him. Whenever Aizawa seemed down, he’d whip up a cloud and shape it into the cutest kitten he could manage, often ending up with a horrifically disfigured mess that had his friend stifling a smile.

Words catch in his throat. He can barely think straight. It feels like he can’t even stand.

He stumbles through the halls, making the short trip to his classroom, still empty. He snatches his phone from his pocket, fumbling with it until he has his loud-mouthed on the other end.

“You saw them. I know you did. Why didn’t you… why didn’t you warn me?”

A loud sigh from the other end. “Sorry, Sho. The kid’s in class 1-B, so I figured I’d get the chance to tell you in person. Didn’t think you’d run into them so soon.”

He desperately racks his brain for something to say, some way to respond. Hizashi beats him to it.

“Actually, Nemuri learned before me, and didn’t say a word either. I think she’s a little broken up too, honestly. Least we’re not alone, right?”

At least they’re not alone. Aizawa would agree, but can’t manage to swallow the lump in his throat. He just holds the phone to his ear, wondering if it was a blessing or curse that you didn’t get put in his class.

“They seem like a good kid, Sho. I’m gonna keep an eye out for them.”

“So they don’t end up like Oboro” is the unspoken second half of that last sentence. Voicing it out loud makes it a legitimate fear. Leaving it vague means the image stays vague, the fear stays vague. Just an uncanny feeling of potential danger, rather than outright fear for a child’s mortality.

“You know what, Mic? I think I’ll keep an eye out for the kid too.”

Because he can’t bring himself to relive that scene ever again a child shouldn’t have to worry about getting hurt at UA.

So they’ll look out for you. Nothing strange about it. Nothing serious, no cause for alarm.

Not yet.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hey? I got a request for a Logan Howlett x reader x Ex! Steve Rogers one shot,(or two if you feel like it). Maybe one where Steve makes a bet with his nasty friends to date reader and she finds out and confronts Steve, but he's an asshole about it and then she leaves the tower. Years later she's with Logan Howlett and happily married and Steve is living with a lot of regret. He tried to get her back but Reader tells him what she really thinks about him and it's not good.

hi! I will be doing a part 2 where logan comes into the picture, as for now, I hope you enjoy what I've written. thank you for sending me this!

summary - the reader finds out everything was all a bet, leading her to confront steve and finally leave them behind.

warning - angst, swearing.

the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

All fairytales start with a sad beginning.

As I enter the hallway with the biggest smile, I suddenly hear Steve talking loudly with Sam and Bucky. My brows furrow, not meaning to eavesdrop, but it’s hard when they are talking so loud, but I wish I had left.

“So when are you gonna pay up, Wilson?” I lean against the wall as I listen, wondering why Sam would have to pay Steve. Maybe he owed him money?

“Me? What about Barnes? He was in on the bet too!” The sound of scoffs fills my ears before chuckles follow.

“I can’t believe it was so easy for her to say yes.” My brows furrow, wondering who she was and who she said yes to. Bucky continues to speak, answering the questions I probably never wanted answered. “How does someone like Y/n think you would want her?” The moment the words leave his lips, my heart drops. Finally, understanding everything, the pieces to the puzzle connect rapidly before my eyes.

The smirk on Steve’s face when I agreed to a date, the way he’d snicker with his friends anytime I’d walked into the room. How he’d ignore me anytime I’d try to show affection in public, and he’d check out other women whilst we were together. Everything was starting to make sense, and I couldn’t believe I was fooled. Who else was in on this bet? Was everyone laughing behind my back? Was this entertainment for them?

“I know, right? You should’ve seen how excited she was when I asked her out.” The words and the cockiness of Steve’s tone cause my hand to cover my mouth as I choke back a sob. Tears brim as I hear them laugh about me for the next few minutes. “Next, I’ll give her some lie about loving her just so I can get into her pants. How much do you guys want to bet how long it’ll take for her to give in?”

I take a deep breath when his words hit my ears, closing my eyes for a split second before I gather my bearings because I wasn’t raised to take shit from a man. Inhaling and exhaling, I tell myself that I don’t need him, and it’s his loss for losing me.

My eyes open, nodding to myself before I push away from the wall and enter the room, causing the three horrible men to go silent. As I stare up at Steve, all three pairs of eyes look at me. He holds a cocky smirk as he steps forward, expecting me to jump into them.

“Hey, baby. Did you miss me?” The smirk drops when I continue to stare, no emotion shown as I hold myself back from punching him in the face.

“I was just a bet? So everything was a lie?” The sight of them snickering, and looking at each other as they look down at me, makes my blood boil.

Steve shrugs, “so what if you were? You're lucky you even held my attention. I mean, have you looked at yourself lately?” My brows furrow and my mouth opens and closes, filled with disbelief. “Why are you looking at me like that, baby? Why don’t we just forget this mess and go to my room.” The smirk returns, and he moves forward and goes to wrap his arms around me whilst leaning down for a kiss.

My hands come up as I push against his chest, looking at him like he’s grown three heads. “Are you fucking serious? I’m not going to have sex with you, you fucking moron. You know what, Steve? Go to fucking hell! And take your friends with you.” I push Steve away and storm out of the room, quickly heading to mine to grab my stuff and go. I couldn’t be here anymore. The thought of everything was too overwhelming.

The moment I have everything packed, I leave and don’t look back. There’s no point in saying goodbye to these people, as they probably were a part of it all.

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 8 months

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look at me, part 12

Sanji x Reader (eventual), slow burn Warning: slow burn, pining, drinking, eventual smut in later chapters. 18&older. a/n: Comment below if you want to be tagged in this series. Summary: After joining the Straw Hats after leaving Fish-Man island, reader is using the time between islands to get to know her new crewmates. Well, except for one. Sanji’s fawning and cooing over the opposite sex drives reader crazy - how can she get him to see past her looks? And does she even want him to notice her? masterlist

The dress shop was filled to brim with dresses for any occasion; Robin held out a sleeveless short black dress while Nami glanced over the prices of nearby dresses. Shaking your head, you continued to look through the racks. The crew had docked at Nabala, the island Sanji had picked out with Nami two weeks ago. It was a small but quaint island with a lively bustling city. Shops galore with several cafés and taverns that were bound to entertain all the Straw Hats. Sanji had asked for you to meet him back at Sunny at sunset and suggested you go shopping with the girls.

“Sanji would like this one.” Nami pulled out a revealing red sparkling dress and you gagged.

“Yeah. No.”

Robin laughed. “Not very ladylike.”

“Right, I forgot we’re in the presence of a princess.”

Giving the navigator an unfriendly hand gesture, you studied all the dresses around you before collapsing on the small loveseat next to Robin. Her head turned to you and a hand appeared above your head to give you a pat. Laughing, you thanked her but confessed you had something to tell them. Nami immediately moved away from the clothing rack and asked if something was wrong.

“It’s about Sanji and I.”

“Oh,” Robin smiled. “Do you need the talk?”

Her motherly reaction and the shocked expression you sent to Nami had the three of you roaring in laughter. Holding your side, you promised her you didn’t need that talk. “I’ve been around. Not a lot, but enough to know. Remember the arranged marriage I was born into?”

Nerves rattled your body; it wasn’t like Sanji and you wanted to hide this revelation. The two of you had decided eventually to come clean about your entangled past and now it seemed the time to tell your friends. “Well, that night Sanji walked me to my room after drinking too much…”

“He touched you.”

“Nami!”

She grinned. “I’m kidding, I know he would never.”

“He’s not like that,” you agreed, ignoring the stare Robin and Nami were giving you. You knew exactly what they were thinking. “Yes. I did shoot him once for being an idiot, but I’ve realized he’s just harmless. Plus, we’ve gotten to really know each other, in fact, we discovered our families knew one another.”

Nami’s face fell in thought and it took Robin a whole two seconds before she let out a soft “oh”. It clicked for Nami then and you fell silent, staring out the shop’s window at the people walking by. Every single person looked content, and you wondered if people thought the same when they looked at you. When they looked at Sanji and you, together.

“So…Sanji and you were supposed to be married?”

“Yes. Our families had arranged the marriage when I was born, and Sanji was a small child. There’s more to the story but I…I can’t relive the pain of losing my sisters when I left. So, yes, we both ran away from our families, but we never met until now.”

The two women stood silent, and you hoped the explanation was enough; Sanji had told you all the gruesome details of his childhood. You sat up all night with him weeks ago, exchanging stories and when he talked about his mother – all you could see was a child in Sanji’s eyes. A sweet child and you held him tight when he cried in your arms under the stars. You understood him more after that night and you weren’t going to tell his story to anyone. He would be the one and you would be more than willing to keep quiet.

“That’s amazing.” Robin’s voice was quiet, and you looked at her. “What an interesting world we live in, huh?”

“Crazy, you would have been Sanji’s wife!” Nami’s smile fell when Robin pointed out if that had happened, neither Sanji nor you would have ever joined the crew. “Right…well I’m glad it never happened then. Although, who knows what lies in the future.”

Nami’s teasing tone had your body warm with embarrassment, but it was a shy embarrassment that tingled down to your toes. “Well. You better find a cute dress for your betrothed and a good one at that.”

Robin got up from her seat and began scouring through the racks of dresses, while Nami pointed out the ones that were on sale, but you just sat on the couch and watched them for a moment. Then it hit you – the perfect dress wasn’t anywhere in the shop. It was on the Sunny, in your closet.

….

The cobblestone’s clicked under your boots, which were hidden under the purple dress that once belonged to your mother. The one you stole before running away from a life that never felt like your own. The last thing you owned represented where you had come from – your family and memories were sewn into the hem of the dress. The fabric was soft cotton, light purple with small cap sleeves. Nami was able to let it out a bit – it had been your mother’s dress from her youth, and you hadn’t been as tiny as she was. After a few quick alterations, Nami had made it fit like a glove. It was a simple dress, but you loved it the moment your mother showed it to you.

“It wasn’t the most extravagant thing I owned back then but I was wearing this when I met your father.”

An aching emerged that hadn’t shown in a long time – you wondered how your parents were and if they missed you.

“I don’t know why I had to come bring you here.”

Zoro grumbled next to you but when you offered to release him from the duties Nami bestowed on him, he refused. He didn’t want to hear Nami complaining but you suspected she had paid him to come bring you to the restaurant Sanji had made a reservation at. It wasn’t like you couldn’t have walked through the city yourself – it wasn’t like you didn’t have your pistols holstered at your thighs, but Nami insisted. “Can’t let the princess walk around by herself.”

“This princess thing is never going to stop, is it?” She had answered your question with a smirk and shooed you off the Sunny. Now, Zoro was taking you to the restaurant and after a few minutes, you realized he was lost. He cursed when the two of you stopped in front of a restaurant and he scratched the back of his head. “She said it was next to a bar, see, there’s a bar right there.”

He pointed at the tavern next to the café and you sighed. “Well, I guess I can go in and see if Sanji’s in there.”

“Why didn’t the cook just come get you from the ship! Idiot.”

“Because Mosshead, I needed to make sure the restaurant was up to par.”

Looking to your left, Sanji stood there in a new black suit with a light blue button up. He looked handsome as always, but he just stared at Zoro. “You can leave now.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, looking at me with dull eyes. “You can do better.”

Sanji yelled at him before relaxing once he disappeared into the bar, turning his attention to you. His eyes took in the dress, and he felt his heart aching with adoration, sympathy. He knew what your family meant to you – even if you acted like it wasn’t a big deal. The love he saw in your eyes every time you mentioned your sisters – his heart ached for you but God, you looked so beautiful. He walked over to you, touching your chin with his hand. Sanji kissed you softly on the lips and asked if you were ready for dinner.

“It took all morning to find the perfect restaurant on this island and I found it. Are you ready for our first date?” Heart pounding like drums, you said yes and reached down for his hand. He took it delicately and felt relief sizzle throughout his body. It hit him then, more than it ever had, that he could never look at another woman in his life and experience the feeling he did every time he looked at you. Every time you walked into the kitchen, seeking him out.

Looking for him on the ship, just to see what he was doing.

Just to occupy space in his life.

Happy to just be at his side.

Sanji was overwhelmed with the way you were making him feel and he wondered if the thing he was feeling, right as you stood in front of him, hand in his, was love.

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short chapter but next will include date and them going to their shared hotel.....

sorry this took so long. more parts to come soon!

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fatale-distraction · 3 months

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If requests are open literally all I want and need in life is more spice Barcus content. I need to see his ego stroked and his confidence blossom, he deserves so much pussy.

Here’s some completely unedited filthy filthy smut for you!

*I am writing Barcus as pansexual like the rest of the companions. He still very much likes cock but right now cunt is what’s on the menu.

*Lithe is also pan.

*I don’t care if I made him a little too good at eating snatch, the man is intuitive and creative, he can figure it out.

Progress toward Baldur’s Gate had been slow, but Lithe had adamantly refused to press ahead, insisting on staying with the caravan of tieflings to protect them, at least until Rivington. After two tendays of travel, they were finally within sight of the massive gates. With another day of good weather, they’d be in Rivington.

Barcus watched Lithe from the ground as she perched precariously atop the massive, crumbling stone building that sheltered their camp for the night. He’d spent the last five days trying to work up the courage to invite her to spend the night with him, and had shied away each time. With Rivington just over the horizon, tonight might just be his last opportunity for some time alone with her. They had already agreed to part ways there, if only temporarily. Lithe would continue on her quest, and Barcus would go after Wulbren one last time, not to grovel for scraps of attention, but to keep him from doing something terrible. His childhood friend’s obsession with runepowder and the redemption of the Ironhands could only bode ill.

“You can do this, old boy,” Barcus muttered to himself, swinging his arms and lifting himself up and down on his toes as though preparing for a show of acrobatics. “Just…go up there and—“

There was a whoosh of air and a thwump as Lithe plummeted to the ground in a flurry of Weave-feathers, landing mere steps away, a spell-scroll disintegrating in her hands.

“Nevermind.” Barcus perked up a bit. Without the daunting prospect of all those stairs to climb, maybe his courage wouldn’t fail him this time. The elven woman turned as he trotted up to her, a smile breaking across her face. “Should you be wasting those scrolls?”

“I have like ten of them,” she replied. “You’d be amazed what you find poking around in other people’s bookshelves.”

“I’m sure I would,” laughed Barcus, reaching for her hand and refusing to acknowledge how much it shook. “I…I wanted to talk to you about something, before I, well. Before I lose my nerve, to be honest.”

Lithe tilted her head at him, concern in her silvery eyes, and came down to one knee, drawing him closer as she did. She didn’t have to; most people didn’t bother. But Barcus appreciated being able to converse without craning his neck. “Is anything wrong?” she asked, brows upturned.

“N-no, not at all, I just—“ he stammered a bit, suddenly forgetting every word he’d rehearsed over the last month on the road. He shook his head and took a stabilizing breath. Slow. “I…had wondered.”

“…yes?”

“I had wondered if you…” He huffed, impatient with his own pussyfooting. “If you wanted to spend the evening with me tonight.” There. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was done.

Lithe blinked at him. “Barcus we’ve spent every evening together this last month. You didn’t have to ask.”

He could have shaken her. Barcus passed a hand down his face. “I meant…intimately.”

“Intima—ooooohhhh.” Realization dawned on her face, slowly curling into a devious smirk. “You naughty little man,” Lithe teased, draping her arms around his neck and touching her nose to his.

He couldn’t help the nervous chuckle that rattled in his throat. He’d been terrified of this moment, yet yearning for it for weeks. Although they’d had plenty of time for the heavier kind of petting and she’d gone down on him more than once since their first time, he hadn’t felt confident enough to venture any further, although guilt rankled him every night. He wanted at least to be able to return the courtesy she’d shown him at least two and a half times.

“Come to my tent later tonight,” murmured Lithe, kissing his cheek and moving slowly toward his ear. Barcus shivered. “After the others are asleep.”

Barcus ducked into Lithe’s tent and his jaw very nearly dropped to the floor. Lithe was waiting for him, her damp hair loose and falling to her waist in gently curling green waves. Her skin was flushed and dewy from a fresh scrubbing, silver eyes glinting mischievously in the flickering light of several glass lanterns she’d hung from the canopy of her tent. She wore nothing more than a short, loose shift, practically translucent and barely held together by a pair of skimpy lace scraps over her shoulders.

“Oh,” wheezed Barcus.

Lithe gave a good-natured laugh. “Too much?”

“Not in any sense of the term,” he choked out.

She held her arms out to him and giggled again as he hurriedly shrugged out of his coat and flung himself the rest of the way across the tent. She caught him and let herself fall backward, kissing him noisily as they hit the soft pile of blankets she’d spread across the ground.

Barcus lost no time kissing his way down her jaw and the long arch of her neck, palming her small breasts as he went. Lithe hummed and squirmed in approval while he buried his face against her chest. She smelled like lavender and birch, crisp and sweet. Her nipples were hard when he pinched them between his fingers, her breath caressing his cheek as she gasped and arched against him.

Lithe was more impatient than he was. Barcus barely had time to pull back to avoid being caught up in her shift as she yanked it up over her head and flung it across the tent. Taken aback, but eager to feel her skin against his, Barcus followed suit and tugged his own shirt off. Lithe’s lips crashed to his again, her hands smoothing down his chest and stomach, fingers hooking into the lacing of his breeches.

“W-wait…” the gnome stammered, pulling back with a soft wet smack as their lips parted. Lithe made a disappointed noise, but abandoned plucking at the leather cord. “I…I meant…”

Lithe ran the back of a finger down his cheek and he shuddered, lifting a hand to hers and closing his eyes. “Take your time, darling,” she murmured. Barcus tightened his fingers around hers and pressed a kiss to her palm.

“What I was trying to say,” he started again. “Was that it’s my turn this time.”

A soft smile drifted across her lips, and she lifted an eyebrow at him. “Oh?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “But…well. I have to admit that I’m…nervous. I don’t have as much experience with women.”

Gentle lips pressed against his forehead. “It’s alright,” Lithe assured him. “Do what feels good, and I’ll tell you what doesn’t.” Another deep kiss silenced any further misgivings he might have had. His hands dropped from her waist to her thick thighs, parting them as he slid his palms over the soft, tender flesh. Lithe let out a small, shaky breath and leaned back against the blankets again, watching with shining eyes as he ran his fingers through sparse, wiry curls and bent his head. He parted her with both hands and dragged his tongue experimentally up through her folds. Lithe bit down on her lips as her hips lifted with the motion, already wet and aching for more. Barcus gave her a few more slow, long strokes, mapping each contour and mentally cataloguing anything that made her seize or tremble or moan. He lifted his head and repeated the soft strokes with his fingers as he repositioned himself between her legs. Lithe lowered a hand to guide him to the aching bud at her apex, giving him an encouraging squeeze of her thighs. Barcus gave a little moan and pressed his cheek to the soft flesh of her thigh before lowering his mouth to suck at her gently. A shiver ran through her and the blankets rustled as she keened and twisted her fists in the fabric.

“Like this,” she murmured breathlessly, moving her fingers over his to show him how to massage her between two fingers. He lapped at her clit and sucked her down to the root, pulling back until she nearly slipped out and then taking her back in. Her mouth hung open and she writhed, soft gasps ripping out of her chest. She panted his name, urging him on with a desperate, nonsensical plea. Barcus gave her clit another long lick that had her biting through a trembling moan.

“Fingers,” she gasped, hips straining. “Please…”

He hastened to obey, tucking his two middle fingers into her and curling them upwards at her urgent suggestion. She was slick and warm, glistening fluid dripping down the ample curve of her ass as he carefully began to pump his fingers in and out. The wet noise made by each thrust has his mouth watering for her again. Even though he could hardly catch his breath, he clamped his mouth over her again and fluttered his tongue against her throbbing clit as his palm slapped wetly against her. His arm was beginning to ache and his jaw felt stiff but the noises coming from the writhing woman beneath him were so delicious, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. She whimpered and whined and his cock pressed hard against the seam of his breeches. Her breath caught in her throat, her back bent, and her thighs clasped hard around him, her breaths coming fast and loud and she gave a shuddering sob. Hot, slick juice dribbled down Barcus’ chin and he fell back gulping air like a drowning man. The world was a watery blur for Lithe, dizzy with ecstasy. Her limbs tingled heavily as she made a valiant attempt to push herself up on her elbows. A tear streaked down one flushed cheek.

“Sweet merciful hells, Barcus,” she gasped as he let his head flop down against her stomach, still breathing hard. “Do you kiss your mother with that filthy mouth?”

“Please don’t mention my mother while I’m between your legs,” he wheezed.

“Sorry, just…” she swallowed thickly. “Hanali’s tits, I thought you said you didn’t have a lot of experience with women?”

“I am nothing if not determined,” he mumbled into the soft flesh of her belly.

Lithe huffed a little laugh, stroking the back of his head absently. “Well. That’s certainly one way to put it.”

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 5 months

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Comfort from a Wolf Pack

Summary - Part 43 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

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A/N: Hey guys! Before we get into this week's chapter I just want to say that I really want to do a Christmas Writing Challenge for myself where I write festive Imagines leading up to Christmas. If you guys have any prompt ideas (& pairings) that you would like me to attempt please send me a message. I love hearing from you! Anyway, back to the series now, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

After a few more fuel, food and toilet stops and swapping driving between the two of you after each stop, you finally pull into Garth’s driveway. Once Dean shuts off the engine you turn around to Destiny.

“Hey, Sweetie, I know you’re probably pretty nervous about this. But I promise Garth and Bess are really nice people. They’ve even got a little girl probably just a little younger you. So come on, you ready to go meet them?” She sheepishly nods and you hear her stomach growl. “I’m sure Bess is just getting something yummy on the table for brunch too.”

You climb out of the car and help Destiny out of the backseat before going over to join Dean at the front step where he’s already chatting with Garth. Garth pulls you in for a tight hug, then pulls away and crouches down to Destiny’s height.

“So, this little beauty here must be Destiny? I can smell your pure blood from here. Come on in, Bess and Gertie are excited to meet you.”

Garth pushes the door open and stands against it to let you all pass him. As you walk inside Bess comes out from the kitchen to greet you, a little girl by her side. “Hi guys, you must be hungry. Got some options for everyone. Come on in.”

You follow her into the dining room where she’s set the table. There are a few fresh cow hearts but also some bacon and pancakes.

You shoot her an appreciative smile as you take a seat. “Thanks, guys. We really appreciate you doing all this for us.”

Garth brushes his hand through the air at you. “Don’t mention it. You’re family. Dig in.”

Bess serves out a couple of the smaller hearts, one each for the little girls and then a bigger one for her and Garth, while you and Dean help yourselves to the pancakes and bacon.

After breakfast, Gertie invites Destiny up to her room to play, so you take the chance to discuss plans.

Dean starts off rather bluntly, “How do you guys feel about growing your pack?”

Garth and Bess share a look and a nod, then Garth says, “She seems like a real good kid. But she’s been through a lot, I think you gotta give her a little time to adjust. Everyone at this table knows what it’s like to lose someone. It ain’t easy.”

Bess then adds, “And she’s pureblood, like me. So, it’s clear she knows nothing of human life. And hanging around with hunters. Being raised by hunters. I don't know. I think she should stay here with us, but I don’t want to force her to if she’s not comfortable.”

You nod, “I agree. We…Or I, was wondering if we could just stay a few days and see how she settles?”

Bess nods. “Sure. The girls can share and you guys can take the guest room.”

You smile at Bess, “Thanks. Let me help clean up here,” then you look over at Dean. “I trust you can handle the bags?”

“I got it,” he says. He gets up and kisses the top of your head before heading out to the car; Garth follows suit, kissing Bess and then following Dean out to help with your bags. You and Bess stand up as well and start stacking the dirty dishes to cart them into the kitchen. As Bess fills the sink with hot water and dishsoap you pick up a tea towel so you can dry.

“I noticed the rings. Congrats,” she says as she starts to wash the dishes.

“Thanks. I never really believed hunters could have love like this. But with Dean I know it’s worth the struggle. You and Garth’s relationship gave me hope too. If a hunter and a werewolf can make it work, anything’s possible.”

“Yeah. He’s worth it too. But uh, and I don’t mean to overstep, but you and Dean don’t seem to be on the same page about the pup.”

“No, you’re not overstepping. We’re not. I don’t think he wants a child at all, let alone a non-human one. He’s struggling with his training that all monsters are bad, but also he doesn’t think he’d be a good father. But I know he would be. And I just…I feel like I need this. I had an ectopic pregnancy earlier this year and ever since then I’ve just felt like something is missing in my life.”

“I’m so sorry about the pregnancy. I guess my biggest advice is that if you want to go down this road with Destiny, make sure you both get on the same page and do it for the right reasons. She’s not just a puzzle piece to fill a hole in your life, she’s a child who has lost her parents and needs support, love and guidance.”

“I know. I just need a chance to talk to Dean without a little eeves dropper. Would you be able to watch her while we go out somewhere and discuss it?”

“The girls sound like they’re having fun playing together upstairs. Take your time.”

You finish drying the dishes and stacking them on the bench for Bess to put them in their rightful homes. “Thank you again.”

“Just go talk to your husband. Communication is key.”

You hang the towel back on the hook and make your way upstairs towards the sound of your husband’s deep and carrying voice. You lean against the door frame of what you assume is the guestroom as Dean’s placed both of your bags on the end of the Queen-sized bed and wait for a break in his and Garth’s conversation. They go quiet once they sense your presence. Dean beckons you over with his hand and you go into his arms. He leans down and kisses you as Garth quietly slips out of the room.

“You wanna go for a drive?” he asks.

“I was actually gonna ask you the same thing.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

You take Dean’s hand as you walk back down the hall. As you pass Gertie’s room, Destiny runs to the doorway, a concerned look on her face. “Where are you going?”

You squeeze Dean’s hand before letting go so you can crouch down to her height. “We just gotta go out for a bit. Pick up some human food and such since Garth and Bess don’t keep much here. You stay here and play with Gertie. You’re safe here and we’ll be back soon, I promise.”

She hugs you tight as she nods. “Okay.”

“Alright. You be good. We’ll be back soon.”

She nods again as she unwraps her arms from your neck to go back to playing with Gertie’s dolls. You stand up and lace your hand with Dean’s again as he leads you back downstairs and out to the car. Like the true gentleman he is, he opens and closes your door for you before going around to the driver’s side.

“You’re amazing with her,” Dean says as he starts the engine and reverses down the driveway. “You are so…You’ll be the perfect mother.”

“Yeah, about that. We have a lot to talk about…”

“I know.” He places his hand on your thigh like he always does when driving.

“We only just got married. I only just finally convinced you to go through with that. I don’t want to do anything to push you away. I know you’re scared of taking her in, of trying to raise a non-human. I know how you were raised. I understand your reservations, I do. But…”

“But you wanna do it?”

“The pit in my stomach…the hole in my heart…it feels smaller when I hug her or care for her. I know it’s only been a couple of days, but running a bath for her, comforting her, explaining things to her, it all just feels right. It feels like what I should be doing.”

Dean just nods as a heavy silence falls over the car. After a few minutes, he pulls a park near a park. You can see a lake in the horizon. He shuts off the engine and opens his door. “Let’s go for a walk.”

You open your own door and walk around the car to meet him and take his hand as you walk onto the grass towards a metal bench seat that overlooks the lake. You enjoy the view, the sounds of birds and the breeze filling the silence and comforting you.

Eventually, you say the only thing you can think of to try and calm the tension, “I love you, Dean. No matter what, okay?”

He drapes his arm over your shoulders pulling you to lean against him. After a while, he finally breaks his silence, “Buying those clothes for her the other morning…I’ve never felt so out of my depth. But playing the part, telling the lady that I was doing a favour for my wife, picking up a new wardrobe for our daughter…that part was easy. It almost felt natural.” Feeling himself tear up at the emotions bubbling in his chest, he clears his throat before continuing, “If you really think we can do this…If you really want to do this…I’m willing to give it a shot.”

You turn around and look at him in shock. “Really?”

“I’m still worried about all the ways it could go wrong. And there are a lot of stipulations I need you to promise me. But you’re starting to convince me that maybe, just maybe, anything is possible.”

You lean over and kiss him, pushing all your emotions into it, letting your lips convey all your feelings without words. A few tears slip down both of your cheeks from the overwhelming emotions.

When he pulls away to take a breath he says, “You don’t know my conditions yet.”

“I don’t care. The fact you’re willing to even consider this means so much to me.”

“You’re not the only one that left something behind in that hospital. I was right there with you. I’ve been telling myself it was for the best, especially when those demons came after us. But, the truth is, the day you showed me that positive test, all my dreams changed. All that mattered to me then was keeping you and our baby safe. And then Bobby called and said you were in the hospital. That was my worst nightmare come true. I can’t go through that again. Shoot me, stab me, kill me, friggen send me back to Hell, but I can’t watch you like that or have that taken away from me again. The only thing I could compare that pain to is the first time I lost Sam.”

You hug him tight, letting your tears soak into his flannel. You know he’s not generally the vulnerable or emotional type, so the fact he’s comfortable enough to let all his walls down with you is so overwhelming. “I love you so much,” you whisper into his neck.

He gently places his hand on your cheek and guides you to face him again, making direct eye contact before shutting his eyes as he brings his lips to yours softly. When he pulls back slightly he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “I’m ready to get out.”

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prospectivereality · 2 years

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grey ferrari x cl

words: 1.8k, not native english

Your date turns out incredibly different

It was too astringent. Definitely not a match for a sweet tiramisu. I started to wonder - maybe I ordered it wrong? Maybe a waiter didn’t hear my order correctly due to broken French, or perhaps it was more common among customers to order bold wine on Saturday night?

Having a tiramisu on the first date as a dessert wasn’t weird, but it was not an obvious choice as a main dish. Though that really didn’t matter now, because my date was not even here.

I’ve checked a time thousand times. We both agreed on six o’clock at this place. Messing up the restaurant could be the option too - in Monte Carlo, there were plenty of them. However, I couldn’t do anything when my date didn’t even dare to text me back.

It’s been two hours.

I had no other choice than to try to enjoy my own company, observing the illuminated Hôtel de Paris visible from a terrace of the restaurant. Loud laughter, jazz music and the roar of sport-cars created a pleasant buzz which accompanied me as I reflected.

I didn’t know him anyway. It was a set-up meeting arranged by one of my friends. She insisted that I needed to start going out and meeting new people. Apparently, the first attempt was not so successful.

The waiter checked up on me a few times, figuring out I was probably ghosted. Every time I politely denied when he asked me if I want to order something more. I felt that mentioning the wine I was now drinking was irrelevant even though I knew it was very likely it was not the one that I had ordered. Nothing other than finishing and leaving seemed logical.

Trying to preserve the rest of my dignity, I smoothed out my satin red dress and tried to act graciously. I was about to stand up and leave when someone suddenly pop out in front of my table.

”Puis-je rejoindre?” the man’s voice asked in impeccable French.

My eyes look up at this mysterious person immediately while a slightly surprised look appeared on my face.

At first, I thought it might be my date, but too many conflicting facts appeared in my mind. He didn’t look British. He couldn’t be a pleasant and cultural gentleman, who moved from London two months ago to work here - in Monaco. The man that stood in front of me was dressed rather casually - something that the businessman I was waiting for couldn’t be able to do. He was wearing a simple, plain white t-shirt along with a black denim jacket and pants. Elegant but yet simple white trainers gave away that he wasn’t coming back from work, more possible could be training. Nevertheless, he had an interesting spark in his eyes of curiosity and slightly parted lips. He was waiting for my response, for permission. Accent, which was hearable in his question was flawless. Was it possible for a British man to talk French this good?

No, this man couldn’t be my date. He was local for sure.

”Pas de problème” I said after a while deciding that I have nothing to lose.

I noticed how fast the waiter approached us again, while the stranger took his seat. A few fast words of welcoming were given to my companion. The waiter looked… delighted? Was this man known for others, was he coming here often?

I observed how he asked only for wine. Fortunately noticing that I have already drunk a lot this night, he ordered a single glass. A few seconds later the waiter was not there anymore.

”Oh sorry, I’m such a bad gentleman. Didn’t introduce myself” a realization appeared on his face and was washed out with a slight smile ”I’m Charles” An “r” sound in his name resounded perfectly french.

”So you are definitely not my date” I said quietly now thinking too much about it.

”I beg your pardon?” his eyebrows frowned.

”Sorry” a soft laugh escaped me and I offered my name as well.

”You were waiting for someone?” his eyes had all focus on me.

”Yes, that is true” I said focusing my eyesight on the fabric of my dress ”I have been ghosted”

“I cannot believe” he laughed and it seemed so characteristic. Looking at his smile I had a feeling that it will be hard to forget. ”You are dressed so well and elegant, pretty woman”

I flush appeared on my cheeks. Compliments given by strangers should be disturbing, not pleasing. Somehow I couldn’t find any dishonesty in his words.

“Thank you” I passed him a grateful smile whereas his wine was just placed on the table.

While he took a sip of red liquid I asked him a question.

“What are you doing in Monaco?”

“Living” he shrugged confidently “I’m a monegasque”

“Never met a local before. There are a lot of people from all around the world” I admitted looking at him surprised.

“That is true. Sometimes you hear more english than french, but it still feels like home. Couldn’t imagine living somewhere else.

And you? What are doing here?” he asked with hearable curiosity.

“Looking for a husband”

A shock suddenly showed up on his face and I swear that this was the reaction I was hoping for. Loud laughter burst uncontrolled out of me as I watch his face return to a casual grin.

”Working. The real answer is working”

”You know some ladies do that, they look for a husband” he said taking up his glass ”but they are never so direct about it.

”Have you met one lady like that?”

”Maybe”

A longer silence dissolved around the table. I noticed it got pretty late - the sun was low at the horizon, wrapped in pinkish clouds.

”Tell me more about yourself” he said focusing on me.

”I am not living in Monaco for a long time. Just adjusting now to living here” I said staring at the sunset ”I do love French and their culture. Pissing off but funny at the most time!”

Oh he laughed, it was so heartwarming.

”You are kinda sporty people, here in Carlo. I hate running with my whole heart but I enjoy playing tennis. It’s so rewarding when you can compete in a healthy manner with others.”

”I agree” he still had a smile on his face

”Love to travel, cook stuff I learn from others. Try it. And oh, buying flowers. I am addicted to it.”

”And what is your favourite flower?”

I caught eye contact.

”Dahlias”

”Oh you have taste lady” Charles seemed so amused ”Noted that for future.”

Before I had time to think about what he just said another question was thrown at me.

”So are you up for some tennis game someday?” He said with a soft chuckle.

”If I don’t have better opponents, well with pleasure” I said looking at him and passing a smile.

I would lie that the conversation that I was having with newly met monegasque didn’t make me feel much better after the unsuccessful date. Talking with Charles seemed so natural and simple. I wanted to know more about him but he was the one who asked me more questions. The aura of mysteriousness around his persona was visible.

”I am sorry but it’s a bit late” I said after a while.

”No, it’s fine. I can give you a lift if you want” the man said with seriousness on his face.

”That is very nice of you but I don’t want to make any troub-”

”Don’t worry. Come on, I will grab your coat” He interrupted getting up leaving me no time to respond. He called out the waiter and asked for the bill.

”White, white blazer” I explained to him what he should ask for ”I will pay for myself”

”Nah, don’t be silly. I was the one who gatecrashed your date” he laughed ”You can wait for me at the parking”

A silent thank you left my lips. Slightly confused by the situation, I decided that the best solution was to leave the restaurant. I headed to the parking lot. It was already dark outside, the lights illuminated the neighbouring buildings and all of the city showing it in a captivating aura. I didn't have to wait long for Charles.

”Here you are. Your coat” the man said with a funny French accent passing me my blazer.

”Thank you again”

He took the keys out of his jacket and opened the car. Standing a few meters away, the grey Ferrari flashed its headlights.

”Oh” I said uncontrollably

”Yeah. She’s a beauty” he sighted and headed to it.

The car seemed extremely elegant and even more fast. The two stripes, white and red, divided his hood in half creating a plain and thick line. When I took my seat, amazement wasn't over - Ferrari's interior was sinfully comfortable, it created an impression of sitting in a soft, leather armchair.

Monegasque pressed a button turning the car on. A beautiful roar resounded.

”Nice car indeed”

”And… where I am taking you, lady, with it?” Charles said with full focus on driving out of parking.

I gave him my address information, he nodded and slowly headed to the streets.

The whole ride took place in pleasant silence. The man after some time tried to turn on some music in the background. Funny, those were slow Latina songs. Definitely not the type of music I could expect for his mysterious appearance. Minutes later, the Ferrari pulled up in front of my building and I realized that was the end of my unusually surprising but enjoyable evening.

”Thank you for actually asking me for a seat. I suppose my evening would be even more awful and I would get even drunker”

He laughed genuinely. His eyes captured mine, they had a spark of happiness.

”It was a pleasure. Hope we can repeat it soon”

A soft obviously left my mouth as I opened the door. I was already about to say goodbye when I suddenly realized something.

”Wait… How you will reach me?”

”Don’t worry, I have my ways” he answered calmly ”Have a great night my lady” Charles said before winking.

A blush crept up on my cheeks and seconds after he was already leaving.

I moved toward the entrance. Oh, keys. I have to find them. I started searching the pockets of my jacket, it seemed the only logical place to put my keys there. However, to my surprise, in addition to the characteristic cold metal, my hand sensed something coarse and light as well.

A paper.

I took it out to see what it could be. There was some text.

”Here is my phone number, if you still think about our future tennis match. À bientôt, Charles.”

”This moron” I laughed to myself ”He definitely knew what he was doing looking for my blazer”

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfiction #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc one shot #formula one fanfiction #formula one one shot

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boltermasterbon · 1 year

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So ummmmm this is my first post hope y’all enjoy I’m mainly going to do gender neutral stuff with arcane, Star Wars and Frozen characters cause I’m a simp this first post is going to be for my fellow elsa simps so…..ENJOY!

Warnings Angst, death, and loss of loved one.

Title: Loving the snow queen is a losing game… Part1 ;)

You were not a person who was rich nor a noble you were just a person that lived in a small house near the outskirts of the kingdom though somehow you blessed to have a friendship with the king and queen’s daughters. Elsa and Anna somehow you were their best friend you played and laughed and cried with them the three of you were a trio of fun but unfortunately when Elsa accidentally hit Anna with her powers things somewhat Changed Elsa became a bit distant then the day their parents died things changed completely. Your friends were no longer there for you and you weren’t there for them the two sisters grew apart while you lost your father, your grandfather, and your uncle you were alone luckily you had a few dogs with you so that’s a plus but one day a day that you thought was going to be the same as any other was about to change. A man on a bourse gave you a letter it was from Anna she had personally invited you to come to the ball and the opening of the gates you were glad she at least remembered you. You decided to go you didn’t have the best clothes luckily you managed to find some decent clothes that would fit the occasion and so you walked to the castle there you were at the gates when they opened nostalgia came in you remember the the times you got to the hang out with the sisters in the castle. You were happy and eager to see them after all this time you couldn’t wait to see Anna and Elsa and how they grew then after wondering the castle you found yourself sat down on a bench for Elsa to become queen when you saw her god the whole world stopped for a moment as you saw her beautiful blue eyes and her gorgeous blonde hair your love for her was reignited like a wild fire. Then when you saw her nervousness when she held the two golden objects (that idk what are called) you noticed a small bit of ice growing on where her hands were you always knew she had powers and when she became distant you noticed she stopped but didn’t asked cause you assumed she didn’t want to or something. Then at the ball you found Anna and Elsa at last and they both saw you Anna eyes lit up in happiness and relief “oh thank god you came” Anna said to you giving you a big hug while Elsa she looked at you with happiness and surprised eyes some people could notice she blushed a little even Anna noticed but said nothing “how have you been y/n?” Anna said “Good…though things have been lonely” you said “…….I missed you guys” “missed you too!” Anna said you looked at Elsa and then said “ my queen” in taunting voice as you bowed she rolled her eyes “Good to see you too y/n” elsa said as she chuckled a little then you guys talked and catches up then came the Duke of weaselton (Idk how to actually spell it lol) he took Anna and danced while you and Elsa laughed then you too had a moment. “ I’ve missed this” you said “me too…” said Elsa as her eyes Changed a bit from fun to longing and emptiness “You okay?” You asked ”oh I’m okay” she said though deep down you knew something was off then Anna returned from her crazy dance then Hans (who I hate but also kinda like cause he was a good betrayal villain) appeared you when Anna said her and Hans were wanting to be married you had……..mixed feelings about a the common sense part of was like “ok hold wait a minute this is just to fasts y’all at least need to date and put a ring on it first” while the friend side of you was like “yes! Finally she finds someone to love” then when elsa said no you were shocked a bit but agreed with her a bit on the “you can’t marry someone you just met part” but when things started to get heated you tried to help Anna and elsa then when elsa used her powers and created those spikes of ice you got to closed and the spikes hit your shoulder and your face leaving two small cuts which Elsa. Her eyes showed concern, fear and pain while she could feel her heart ache then she ran yet you still tried to follow her when she crossed the lake you chased after her but then you slipped too hard and ended up knocking yourself out the last thing you saw was elsa running into the unknown

#elsa x reader

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razorblade180 · 11 months

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OC Test: Pokémon final

Part 2 <-

Carmine:Alright, are you done shaking before Pokémon god?

The group: Yeah….

Carmine:Cool. Yujin, choose your Pokémon.

Yujin:You want me to go next?

Carmine:For better or for worse I’m curious. Let it rip!

Yujin:Wrong franchise but I like your attitude!

Yujin runs towards the dwindling pile and picks up a Pokéball, throwing it like curveball that opens up to reveal Combusken! The rowdy little fella runs to her to give an enthusiastic high-five.

Yujin:Hell yeah! We’re gonna be best friends!

Tenzen:Fitting you’d get something in the middle of evolution line. Much like you, it will grow up to be a beast.

Yujin:I know that’s a compliment but maybe let’s not call me a beast? Just call me badass or awesome! Like my new buddy!

Combusken:*puffs chest out*

Tenzen:Alright, time to get me a Medicham.

Lucas:You seem confident.

Tenzen:*grabs pokéball* Just manifesting. I could also see Greninja or Mienfoo.

Yujin:I don’t know, I think you’re selling yourself short.

Tenzen:What are you talking about? Those Pokémon are awesome!

He throws the ball up high and watches the light arc downward by his feet to reveal a kneeling Lucario.

Tenzen:….

Yujin:See? The world agrees with me.

Tenzen:I’m not even mad. Just shocked.

Peach:My turn! *holding pokéball*

Levi:When did you-

Peach:Noivern, I choose you!

The upbeat girl turns her cap backwards and throws the pokéball just like she’s seen on tv. Out from the ball and soaring into the air, a Noivern appears. As it lands, Peach puts her hands on her hips and smiles smugly.

Peach:Ha!

Everyone:HOW!?

Peach:Ha! Guess I know myself all too well. *nods proudly*

Carmine:Can you do that?

Levi:Pfft, of course.

Carmine:Then call it right now; what’s your Pokémon?

Levi:….Fine, I don’t know. It would be weird if it wasn’t Greninja or ar martial arts Pokémon. Then again, half my family is unpredictable.

He grabs the shadow of a pokéball which pulls the real deal closer to him before chucking it. Much like Tenzen, the beam of light shoots back in his direction and by his feet appears a shiny Litwick.

Levi:Huh…honestly…*picks her up* This is great. I can always need a little light. You’re also pretty adorable.

Tenzen:I think that Pokémon can drain life force.

Levi:Why am I not surprised?

Lucas:Serenity, do you wanna go next, or I?

Serenity:You go ahead. I have no problem being last. It’s actually a little exciting!

Lucas:Suit yourself. Guess I’m going.

Kovu:You haven’t used your semblance to see what it is?

Lucas:Where’s the fun in that? *grabs pokéball*

With nothing to lose, Lucas tossed his pokéball out in front of him. He quickly learned he should’ve given it a bit more force as the light went towards a pond. He quickly ran over then backed up as a huge Melotic appeared. It knelt down and greeted him with a wonderful smile he couldn’t help but love.

Lucas:We’ll aren’t you a beauty? *pats head* Hello there.

Serenity:Look at you, always a heartthrob. Gotta learn to control that.

Peach:She’s right ya know.

Lucas:I’m literally just here.

Serenity:Whatever you say casanova. Welp, guess it’s my turn.

Lucas:What will win out? Your sunny disposition, or your rotten luck?

Serenity:Luck has nothing to do with it.

She gives every a huge smile and a wink before tapping the top of the pokéball for it open. The light doesn’t go far and fades rather fast as the clouds partly block the sun. While everyone quickly became silent, Serenity chuckled quietly; things went about how she expected. The sunny girl extended her hand and rubbed the cheek of Giratina.

Serenity:So scary yet so many vulnerabilities. Yep, sounds about right. *hugs it*

Everyone: (What the hell…)

xxxxx

Later on, after everyone cleared out and night fell, Dustin came skulking by. The young man grabbed a pokéball that was far removed from where the others had been and tossed it towards the moon. Out of it came a Darkrai. The two them looked at one another then proceeded to walk away together in comfortable silence.

#rwby #rwbabies #my ocs #the void #yujin xiao long #carmine arc rose #lie tenzen #lucas belladonna #serendipity karuma #peach rose #levi rose #dustin arc rose

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halstudandruz · 2 years

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Best of Me ~ Part 3

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: After a night of drinking you learn you seem to be missing something.

Part 1 here // Part 2 here

Warnings: Swearing

Good lord you were never drinking again. That was your first thought as you opened your eyes the next morning only to quickly shut them. You had no idea where you were but judging by the familiar mix of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through your nostrils you would guess you somehow made it into your bed the night prior. Slowly pulling yourself out of bed you inwardly begged your head to stop pounding. Trudging down the hall and stairs in search of medicine. Hoping it hadn’t moved since the last time you were home.

“Where were you last night?” Your mother sat at the table peeling potatoes. For what you already knew would be some type of casserole for Vanessa’s family. Watching as you headed straight for the medicine cabinet.

“Out with my friends, you knew that.” You mumbled trying to keep your voice at a low tone.

“I thought you’d be out for an hour or two not until 2am when I heard you come crashing in.” The mom voice automatically had you cowering until you remembered you were an adult. Silently cheering when you grasped the advil.

“It’s nice to be together right now. Did you happen to forget I’m an adult who’s about to get married?” You rolled your eyes shaking two pills into the palm of your hand, man you had forgotten how easily your friends could drink you under.

“No, just making sure you haven’t either.” She remarked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You mumbled before taking a drink of your water to wash the medicine down.

“You know exactly what I mean, [Y/N].” She said matter of factly.

“I went out with a group of old friends. Some of whom I haven’t seen in years and who are also grieving one of my best friends. That’s it.” You ended the conversation walking back towards the steps or so you thought before you heard her mutter,

“For an engaged woman your hand looks a little bare.” Just as you reached the landing, stopping you in your tracks.

Shit. Your ring! You looked down hopelessly at your left hand willing it to somehow appear. Luke was going to kill you. How could you lose a $300,000 engagement ring? This wasn’t happening. You distinctly remembered wearing it the night prior, the image of Jay looking forlorn in the corner of the table as your friends gushed over the rock popping into your head.

“Okay, deep breaths.” You coached yourself, taking a deep inhale, trying to ignore the way your head began to pound even harder than before. You just had to remember what happened last night. Anything that happened last night. You went in search of your phone hoping it would have some answers to the puzzle, but all that was there was a text from Cody in your group text wondering who would be driving to the funeral today. Scrolling through your phone in a panic you quickly opened a FaceTime call to Sydney, darkness on her end popping up within a few seconds.

“What the fuck happened last night?” You asked as soon as Sydney answered the phone with a groan. Barely able to make out her features in her dark room.

“Bro you’re gonna need to bring it down a notch.” She replied barely above a whisper.

“I’m literally already whispering.” You shot back, but to be fair talking in general was only making your headache worse.

“Did you know we’re not 20 anymore? I never knew hangovers could be this bad.” She complained.

“Yeah hard agree over here, but seriously Syd-“ You tried to ask again before she caught you off,

“Oh wait Emily’s calling let me add her to the convo.” The line went silent until you watched Emily’s face appear on your screen,

“Are you guys as hungover as me? Who the hell let us drink that much?” She immediately complained, but she looked much better than the two of you and much happier too.

“Yeah yeah we’re all hungover and old. Can we please focus on the bigger issue here?” You pleaded.

“Which would be?” Emily asked.

“I can’t find my ring.”

“Your engagement ring?” Her eyebrows shot up.

“Yes, my engagement ring!” The urgency was taking over your voice.

“Oh well probably for the best.” She shrugged.

“Not right now.” Your voice was harsh. It wasn’t that your friends didn’t like Luke, it was just that they didn’t know him very well and they were still caught up in this hope that you and Jay would somehow rekindle an epic romance. Like something out of a Nicholas Sparks novel. Like somehow the past would become the present again.

“Well did you ask Jay if he’s seen it?” Emily offered.

“Why would I ask Jay, exactly?” Confusion floating deeper into your brain.

“Cause you left with him?” Emily stated matter of factly.

“I did what?” You exclaimed, just as you heard a loud chuckle come from Sydney.

“Oh shit, yeah you did I completely forgot about that!” Sydney got out between laughs.

“Does someone care to explain to me why two of my best friends and bridesmaids for my upcoming wedding let me go home with another guy. My ex nonetheless.”

“Come on girl, don't act like you don't already know the answer to that.” Sydney smirked.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I was more concerned with booking my own dick appointment at the time.” Emily answered and you noticed the obvious smirk.

“Ooh, please refresh my memory again.” You were suddenly intrigued.

“Hey, scrambled or sunny side up? Oh sorry didn’t realize you were on the phone.” The familiar voice interrupted your conversation off screen, but it didn’t take you longer than a second to realize who it was.

“All good, it's just the girls, but surprise me.” Emily beamed.

“You got it.” Cody answered.

“Andddd,” Emily held up her finger until you heard the door close in the background, “go.” She pointed to the screen giving you and Sydney green light to react.

“No fucking way!” You exclaimed right as Sydney let a squeal out, earning a generous giggle from Emily.

“I know right!”

“I’m never getting drunk again. I miss out on all the good stuff!” You complained.

“And I can assure you it was indeed good! As much as it sucked I really think the years of sexual tension made it so much more special.” Giddiness seeping through her voice.

“Well I’d fucking hope so. After 10 years of pining after each other the sex better have been worth the wait.”

“You guys don’t think it was..wrong?” She asked after a beat of silence, “It’s just..like you said I’ve been trying to make this happen for a decade and of all times we finally hook up the night of our best friends viewing. And well.. morning of the funeral.”

“Em shut up Ness would’ve loved every part of this.” You tried to reassure.

“Yeah, I mean she was rooting for you two almost as much as she was rooting for [Y/N] and Jay.” Sydney included. It was true, Vanessa was your biggest supporter in your relationship with Jay and was probably almost as devastated as you when it ended and she had also been trying to push Emily to make a move on Cody since high school. So, she would’ve been proud.

“Seriously Syd?” You grumbled.

“What? Everyone knows it.” She dismissed your annoyance.

“Doesn’t mean we have to voice it.. anyway they do say grief is the best aphrodisiac.” You added.

“They aren’t lying. I mean you know full well how many times I’ve imagined this but I’m not kidding when I say..” her hands appeared in front of the camera attempting to give you a visual measurement, Sydney loudly groaning and covering her eyes when the door to her bedroom opened again.

“Bon appetit!” Cody appeared in front of the phone plate full.

“You’re so sweet.” Emily’s grin covered her face.

“Just looking at that makes me want to barf.” Sydney complained, still reeling from her obvious hangover.

“Considering your FaceTime is working I would venture a guess that your text messages must also be working.” Cody laid down beside your friend.

“Dude, I can’t even stand up vertically yet without the room spinning so no I am not planning on driving.” Sydney shot at her brother.

“Would it have killed you to text that back a half hour ago?” He bickered.

“Honestly, yes I really believe it might’ve.” She admitted.

“Can you not be dramatic for like 10 seconds?” He huffed.

“One, you already know the answer to that. Two, I’ll probably just ride with my parents.” You jumped in.

“What? But we all agreed last night we would go together.” The look of disappointment came over his face.

“She doesn’t remember anything from last night. Including where her ring is.” Emily filled, what you were guessing was her now boyfriend, in.

“Oh shit. Did you tell your man? I’d be so pissed.” Cody winced.

“He’ll just give her his credit card to go buy a new one no worries.” Sydney joked, except she was probably right. He didn’t even pick out the first one. You recently found out he sent his assistant to pick one.

“Thank you for the calming words of reassurance guys. Much appreciated.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh we’re just kidding [Y/N/N].”

“Did you ask Jay? I saw you guys leaving together last night?” Cody wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“No.” You answered straight and to the point.

“So, what happened? Did you guys.. ya know? Or..?” He continued to push the subject.

“Do I need to reiterate for the third time that you guys got me so wasted that I don’t remember anything!” Your voice raised, getting more stressed at the pressure of being clueless begging your brain to give you any snippets of the night.

“Dude, not cool.” Sydney groaned, visibly holding her hand over her eyes.

“Sorry Syd. I gotta go, my mom needs help with her casserole.” You sighed, displeased with the lack of information your friends held.

“Wait do y-“ Emily tried to question before you exited the call.

You were beginning to feel nauseous again, moving to lay back down against your pillows, closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths. Figuring you should probably text back the group before Cody had a meltdown you moved to pick your phone back up just as it pinged. Heart fluttering as the name you hadn’t seen in years popped up on your screen.

Missing something?

The text read, accompanied by a picture of your ring. Relief and anxiety flooded you at the same time. Your ring was safe, but why was it laying on what was obviously Jay’s night stand?

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luci-in-the-stars · 5 months

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Check Mate

TIMING: Around the time Luci moved in to Worm Row - Pre Goo time. LOCATION: A Cafe PARTIES: @luci-in-the-stars & @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: Luci and Ariadne meet up and play Chess. It’s cute! CONTENT WARNING: Slight mention of the Van™, nothing specific.

Luci had been stoked when Ariadne had wanted to hang out, excited that she might have a new friend this soon. While she was usually fine with being alone, if not physically at least feeling mentally apart from people, she was trying to change that about herself. After all, after losing both her siblings suddenly she realized something that had startled her.

Luci didn’t want to be alone. She had just assumed that she wouldn’t be alone, and to suddenly know that was possible had pushed her to try and connect with more people, something that she wasn’t great at. Still, Ariadne seemed really nice and forgiving if she did everything a little wrong. She just needed to put her best foot forward, so when she asked Luci if she played chess and wanted to play with her, she agreed immediately. It was at least an activity that wouldn’t need much outside conversation if Luci couldn’t come up with it - she hadn’t written down anything hoping to test her skills on that as well.

Luci hummed slightly figuring out her next move as she glanced at Ariadne. “You’re really good at Chess. Okay I think I figured it out,” She said moving her knight randomly hoping it was a good move.

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Luci seemed nice, and the two of them had both agreed that being kind and good was the best way to be, and so Ariadne found herself excited at the prospect of the two of them hanging out. She’d even asked, which wasn’t entirely in character for her, but wasn’t entirely out of character, either. Besides, this was Milo’s sister, and she’d said that she’d keep an eye on her, even before she’d realized that they’d already been talking and were already getting along quite well.

“My mom taught me.” Ariadne offered a shrug. “Some stuff is hard for me, but chess has, for whatever reason, always made sense, and it’s fun. So I’m glad you wanted to play with me.” She moved her bishop, taking one of Luci’s pawns. “You’re really good, too.” Though chess was perhaps the one time where she actually let herself get competitive. Even with dance, she didn’t always do that – which was why she’d never wanted to do competition dance – but chess was fun, and winning did, admittedly, feel nice.

She wouldn’t throw her game with Luci, but she also wouldn’t play with the same level of competition that she did when she played with Chance. “How are you liking UMWR so far?”

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Luci nodded happy that Ariadne shared. “ Oh that’s nice! Do you two play together a lot then? My Tia and I play sometimes,” Luci offered thinking of her Aunt and part of her missing her. She should call her soon. “I’m glad that you offered. I don’t get to play very often.” She had been - while the chaotic nature of her new home hadn’t settled down having bits and pieces of something normalish did wonders for the new college student. Also it wasn’t mario chart which while she loved playing did cause a lot of bickering. At least when she had played with Milo.

She was partially concentrating on the board - the game easier than some she had played, but not something she admittedly had tried to excel at. While Luci was curious about a lot of things, she couldn’t find that she was a master of very many of them when she didn’t need to be. Outside of science she couldn’t say she was especially outstanding in anything. She had been the president of debate - but it was mostly that no one else wanted the position. She had also been pretty good at track and field, but she hadn’t won many meets. It had all been just enough to make her competitive, and nothing that she had been especially interested in being great in. Instead she was just happy that she could play with Ariadne.

“Oh - pretty good! My roommate and I didn’t get along very well so I just moved out of the dorms. I don’t think she liked me very much, but I really like where I’m living now.” Luci looked up at the other and said, “How has school been for you?”

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“We used to play all the time, and we don’t do it all the time anymore, but we still do, sometimes. But it’s nice to have someone else to play with.” Ariadne chewed absent-mindedly on her pinky nail. “I’m glad you wanted to play, even though we – even though it was just sort of a random offer. I mean –” she shook her head, “not random, but weird? Maybe? I didn’t know how I came off with the offer and stuff, is all.”

She moved her bishop, looking back up at Luci. Even if some things hadn’t made sense, chess had – chess did, still, and Ariadne couldn’t ever thank her mother enough for teaching it to her all the way back when.

“I’m glad you found somewhere good to live. Can I ask – do you still have roommates? I think good roommates can be wonderful, and so I’m really glad you have a good place, but I can’t imagine somebody not liking you.” Ariadne dropped her pinky out of her mouth, “and I mean that. You’re really great, even though we’ve only just really sort of met. School’s been fine – good, even, I’ve got some professors I really adore this semester. How about you?”

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“I understand - I like playing video games with my brother, but he cheats so it’s nice to play other people,” Luci wasn’t quite sure how much Ariadne knew about Milo, and she was being very uncharitable in that reading. He probably wasn’t cheating, but she thought it was funnier to say and she chuckled to show she wasn’t serious. “ Oh I didn’t think it was weird at all. I love people asking me to do activities. I mean - I guess I just don’t think it’s weird at all. ” She wasn’t sure how she sounded, if it was comforting or not, but she did mean it earnestly. While now at school she seemed to be asked to go do things a bit more, Luci hadn’t really had many friends growing up. It hadn’t really bothered her - she’d always gotten along okay with her siblings friends and with school activities people seemed to tolerate her - but to be asked to hang out was something still relatively new. So Luci smiled, and said, “I also think it’s a fun game.”

At the move Luci’s eyes moved back to the board quickly trying to figure out a strategy. Her hand paused on a pawn, wondering if she should protect her rook or not.

At the question she nodded and said, “Three actually. They all seem very nice. You may know some of them actually. I mean I don’t think Wynne goes to school here, but they are around our age I believe. They’re really nice.” Luci picked the roommate that probably would be around here at least, Sawyer and Arden seemed to be a little bit older - although Luci wasn’t quite sure on that one either.

At the question of not liking her Luci shrugged and said, “Thanks, I appreciate that a lot. I mean it seems like people like me here for the most part, my roommate just wasn’t fond of me.” She nodded lightly at the idea of school and professors and said, “Yeah it’s been pretty fun so far for me. I really like the libraries on campus, and a lot of my professors seem really nice. I thought I might get a little lost with the work, but so far so good. I’m pretty excited to register for next semester too.” __

“Well I don’t ever like to cheat, but that feels like maybe it’s a sort of sibling vibe kind of thing to do?” Ariadne wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying, or what point she was trying to make, but thankfully Luci didn’t seem like the sort to judge, or really, to be rude in any sort of way. Which was a wonderful sort of thing. “Well, I’m very glad to hear that — I just don’t always do this kind of thing, but I’m also trying to do it more, so…” her voice trailed off, briefly. “It is a fun game, and I like that it’s so portable, too.”

“Oh! I knew Wynne was looking for a new roommate. They’re the best. I mean, I am heavily biased since I’m their girlfriend, but they really are wonderful. And so are you! So that’s wonderful.” Ariadne held her tongue for a minute, if nothing more than to think of a word to use that wasn’t just wonderful, because soon enough it would start sounding like it wasn’t even a real word. “Yes, they’re just a year older than I am. Very much our age.”

She gave Luci a smile, and Ariadne nodded, again. “Well, good. Boo to your roommate. Not to be rude, because I don’t want to be rude, but boo to them if they don’t like you.” She tapped her fingers on her thigh, before moving another piece on the board. “That’s good. What sort of classes might you want to take, outside of your major?”

Luci hummed in agreement saying, “Yes. I mean he claims he doesn’t cheat, but I feel like he learned some code or something to always get the shells in mario kart.” Luci looked up for a second and gave a smile, “ I mean if you ever want to play I’d love too. I’m always looking for fun stuff to do.” She finally decided the rook was worth protecting, moving the pawn to protect it. “It is nicely portable too. Not a lot of little pieces.”

Luci grinned happily that the others knew each other, “Oh! I hadn’t known that but that’s really nice. You two do seem like your personalities would mesh well together too.” She guessed she didn’t know that for sure - she didn’t know the other two very well after all - but they were both kind and a little quiet that it seemed like they would match together. “I thought so. I think Arden and Sawyer are a little older, but I didn’t ask. Seemed rude too.” That and she was just happy enough someone wasn’t worried about living with her. She really seemed to have spooked her old roommate, and while she didn’t like her very much, it did make her pause.

“Yeah she was kind of mean, but I think it works out anyway. I needed a bigger room anyway. I brought Snow - she’s my bunny - and the dorm was probably too small for all three of us.” Luci said, carefully concealing her jackalope's true nature not because she didn’t trust Ariadne, but she didn’t want to scare her. Looking lightly at the board again she moved another piece, not sure if that was a good idea. “I wasn’t sure. I was thinking maybe something in psychology or sociology? I thought it might be fun to take a social science class.”

“I’ll be on your side for this, how’s that sound?” Even if Ariadne was fond of Milo, she had told him that she’d keep an eye out for his sister, and she found herself already incredibly fond of Luci, so siding with her was, in fact, the only actual logical thing to do. “I’m always down, whenever you want.” She nodded appreciatively at Luci. “It’s true, and I’ve got a set that’s magnetic so that you don’t lose the pieces.”

Ariadne smiled, “oh. Well, yes… we very much know each other. I’m their girlfriend. I like to think our personalities go pretty well together, so I’m glad that you do, too.” She moved her knight to block one of Luci’s pieces, though decided that at least for now, she wouldn’t be as competitive as she got with Chance. She did want a friend out of this, after all.

Wrinkling her nose, Ariadne nodded, “that’s a wonderful name for a bunny.” There would always apparently be a small part of her that felt envious about others being able to have animals, even to be around them, but there was far more joy. “How old is Snow? But yes – social science can be cool, I think, probably. I’m not the go-to for that though, but I know our professors there are supposed to be excellent.”

“Great! That’s one more for my side and I appreciate it,” Luci said with a bit of a laugh and smile. It wasn’t after all, deadly serious and it was fun to poke at Milo at least a little. “I’ll have to take you up on that, and that’s awesome. I didn’t know they made magnetic sets.” It was something she wanted to write down, but being in the middle of a game she elected for it to happen later.

“I’m glad,” Luci said. She didn’t know much about either yet, but she thought both Wynne and Ariadne would be nice together. Biting her lip at the block she hesitated a moment moving what she would have considered her third choice move down - a bishop now being in play.

“Thank you I always thought so. She’s all white after all. She’d fit in with the snow.” Luci loved her familiar a lot, the jackalope one of the closest companions she’d ever had. “She’s about three now I believe. I think so. I guess if I don’t like the class it’s really only one semester. I could take something else to cover it. Oh that’s good to know, I did think so too.”

“Of course, wouldn’t dream of it being any other way!” Ariadne offered Luci another smile. Even though there was a part of her that worried, if only for a moment, that she was going to mess up and lose all of this. She thought that it was at least a bit ridiculous to still be so worried and done up about, but then again, she couldn’t help it, could she? And Luci would have a very good reason to not want to be her friend, given the whole fact that she was a monster and all of that.

Even if, after everything with the van, she’d done her best to not think like that, she’d had minimal success.

Ariadne supposed that it was perhaps something to work on, and right now she could talk about and play chess and just focus on that, and how kind Luci seemed to be.

“It – thank you, that means a lot. They’re the first and only person I’ve fallen in love with, so like, I don’t really have tons of experience, but it’s literally the best. I’m glad that you get to live with them, and they get to live with you, ‘cause you’re both wonderful.”

Ariadne offered another nod. “Do you have any photos of her, that maybe I can see sometimes? I’ve got … wicked bad allergies with like, animals and stuff, sometimes, so I try to be safe and not go near them, but I love animals and absolutely adore photos. Do you know what a quokka is? I love how they smile.” She moved one of her pieces again, “that’s all true. I hope you find something you like. If you ever want dance or art department tips, those I can more readily offer you.”

Luci smiled knowing it was silly, but feeling a little more at home then she had. It wasn’t exactly the same it had been back in her neighborhood, but it was closer then she had been in awhile. With everything that had happened, it was always hard to have calm tiny moments of happiness and just giggling with Ariadne was closer than most things.

“That’s good. I can’t say I have much experience either, but I stand by what I said. Thank you. I’m glad to start a new adventure and have new friends,” Luci said with a genuine smile and contentment in her face moving her pawn knowing that she was probably going to lose.

At the question of Snow Luci nodded pulling out her phone at the ready to show off her familiar. “Oh yeah! I take tones - oh no I’m so sorry. That’s rough.” Luci paused thinking about how sad she’d be if she couldn’t pet Snow but shaking her head slightly and showing her the photo of the white jackalope. “Oh! Yes I think I do. They are very sweet smiles. I’ll have to keep that in mind for my art requirement.” Luci actually liked art - even if most of the time she couldn’t seem to get her drawings quite right. Something about not quite getting the emotions right. Still, maybe Ariadne would be able to help her find a professor who wouldn’t care.

Smiling and showing her different photos of Snow, Luci pretty much forgot to actually play the game, now wondering if she could make a potion or something to help Ariadne with her allergies enough to meet Snow - or maybe a quokka. She’d have to think on it.

#Para: Ariadne #Ariadne #Wickedwriting #a dangerous disposition; para #This was so cute and sweet #Thank u Emily for always being willing to do sweet little threads with me

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