#book 2 holds a special place in my heart

[winters0689]

ONE DAY (after I’m done relistening and rereading to the TOA books) I WILL RANK THE BOOKS AND GIVE A VERY LONG AND DETAILED DESCRIPTION!!! (Spoilers, no books will be below a 7/10, that’s how good the series is to me)

#trials of apollo #ranking #eventually #my PJO obsession always comes back in the most random of times #it came back ten days before Alan Wake 2 comes out #which I WILL be posting about #though seriously #I adore the PJO books #it holds a special place in my heart #I remember buying the HOO series and being so excited to read them #then I got the TOA books and I devoured each book quickly #though I remember that I didn’t entirely finish The Tyrants Tomb and being confused like #‘where’s Commodus and Caligula?’ in The Tower Of Nero #only to reread it recently and being like ‘OOH!!’ because I didn’t read those pages #idk why I didn’t finish the book the first time #I think I began reading it then just… forgot #then by the time Tower of Nero came out I was so excited that I forgot that I didn’t finish the book #I hate my ADHD

[koostarcandy]

remedy

summary: "i think, just think, if you stay here, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: jeon jungkook rotting my brain fluff

wc: 875 words (tiny baby)

a/n: lmao look who's back because she fell asleep on jungkook's live (like literally my phone was on my face) also for this story's sake, this took place in the dark of morning and not the dawn :] also, also, there's a spoiler for the pale horse by agatha christie in here :P happy 10 years everybody! here's to more ♡

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"how was the book, my love?"

you trip over the soft rug placed infront of the bathroom door, startled that your boyfriend's still awake at 3:33 a.m. you figured he would fall asleep after watching spiderverse reels and coming up with tons of theories about the final movie of the trilogy. jungkook lies on your side of the bed, fluffy mop of dark hair covering his tired eyes. you take your time with your skincare routine, describing the agatha christie you've been reading for the past 2 and a half hours, knowing it was gonna be a long night anyway.

"it was thallium poisoning, koo, not witchcraft. i never knew your hair could fall out in clumps because of that." you gently massage the serum into your face, looking around from the mirror to jungkook's gaze on you, slight smile playing on his pierced lips.

"did you put this before heading to bed, koo?" he moves his head absentmindedly, eyes darting from the small bottle in your hand to your face back again. you take it as a yes, meticulously placing the bottle in its designated place. you all but rush to bed, sneaking under the covers to his side of the bed.

your beloved shifts from lying to his side to on his tummy, chin placed on his special neck pillow, cheeks getting squished from his hands holding up his head. you scoot closer to him, brushing the bangs away from his face. you finally catch the stars in his eyes, nose scrunching in delight at the impromptu head massage.

"what's on your mind, baby?" you mumble into his hair, when he finds his way to your chest, arms immediately wrapping around you tightly in the softest way possible. "dunno," you feel his shoulders go up and down when shrugs, "there's always something up there now, you know?" he practically buries his face in your neck, placing a chaste kiss here and there. his fingers trace their way all the way from your hipbone to your shoulder, fidgeting with the thin silver necklace holding the delicate pendant he had given you on your birthday.

"wanna sleep and at the same, i don't wanna," he pouts, moving away from you ever so slightly to look up at you. "and why is that?" you ask curiously, smiling at him shivering at the touch of your cold fingers at the back of his neck. jungkook gazes at your eyes boring into him like warm rays of sunshine after a sudden spring shower. your moon-like eyes turns into pretty crescents when the silence gets comfortable, your bodies blending into one for warmth, despite the sultry heat outside. jungkook flings his leg over you, practically intertwined with you like vines on a lamp-post. its like his mind has come to a standstill, in a good way. the million thoughts running in his head has suddenly ceased, all because of your firm yet tender hands on him, one playing with his hair absentmindedly and the other tracing hearts on the upper part of his tattoo sleeve.

jungkook knows, despite not answering your question, you see right through his silence. he has wondered and pondered, over countless nights and self made whiskey cocktails, what exactly plagues his mind to avoid him catching up on some shut eye. he is no stranger to insomnia, often finding himself with new hobbies to while away the time till he finally gets sleepy. he boxed, karaoke-d, cooked his way through it all, that is until, he found you.

his own personal remedy, in the form of the most emotive, sometimes amorous love. nights spent with you is new everyday, no matter the place or time. you both could be on the couch, tummies full and hearts content at 9:45 p.m and jungkook would find himself asleep within seconds, something he could rarely achieve by himself. your lingering touches are something he thought he could only dream of, often waking up to you rolled over to the other side of the bed, grumbling to himself about your adventurous sleeping habits, wondering why you could never stay in one place, knowing he's subject to your teases about the same everyday. he gently pulls you to him anyway, spooning you until he finds the warmth he was searching helplessly for so long in his dream-like state.

"i can only sleep well when you're here with me," he confesses, a whisper into the dark space you both fondly call home. you catch his doe eyes on you, the night lights from outside never failing to enhance the galaxies you wake up to and sleep to everyday. jungkook clasps the back of your shirt in his hand, a subtle sign that he's succumbing to sleep's heavy hold.

"i think, just think, if you, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

your hand immediately resumes it's precious job, chuckling slightly at his quiet request of a head massage. his eyelashes flutter when his eyelids betray his mind, wanting one last look at you before he sees you again. before you know it, he's snoring away to dreamland in your arms, where you trust you'll meet him soon.

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenario #bts jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts scenario

[mangowafflesss]

HATRED FOR YOU | PART. 1

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Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Writer!Reader

Summary: You are a writer who spends most of your days and nights writing your next book in the series. The man next door who you don't think likes you very much is obsessed with your books. What will happen when he finds out you are the very writer he loves so much?

[Part 2] [Part 3]

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The rhythmic tapping of your fingers against the side of your desk filled the room as you thought of something to write for your book. It was the fourth in your most popular series and you were… stuck. 

Glancing down at the time on your computer screen you groaned when you realised you stayed up the whole night staring at the bright light of your screen. It wasn't all too bad though seeing as you wrote a whole entire chapter with the little burst of motivation you had at 9pm. 

Feeling the slight rumble in your stomach you sigh softly while making sure everything was saved and okay before turning off your computer and swivelling your chair from under your desk. Rubbing your eyes, you trudge out of your office and go searching through your kitchen pantry looking for something. Anything. 

Frowning, you sadly couldn't find anything quick to snack on that didn’t have to be put in the oven or have multiple ingredients added to it. Your fridge didn't have much luck either with just some cheese and condiment bottles lining the door. 

Looking at the time again - noticing it had only been five minutes - you scrunch your face up at the thought of leaving your apartment so early but you also know your favourite bakery down the street had just opened five minutes ago. 

“Fuck it, I deserve a treat after what I just wrote” you say to your reflection as you slid on some shoes by your front door. The mirror on the wall showed the real you and it was something you hated, the tired look on your face that you cover with a smile or a ‘I’m okay’ if someone asks you something. 

Blowing out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you wrapped your coat around yourself and also a fluffy scarf to keep the colder morning away from your neck as if it was a vampire. 

Pulling open your door you're met with quiet and softly closed the door behind you, not wanting to disturb your still sleeping neighbours. You pressed the button for the elevator and waited for it to arrive while looking out of the window that was next to you. It was foggy and looked cold, you loved the cold but sometimes it was just a little bit too cold. 

Getting into the elevator you pressed the button to the ground floor and rolled your shoulders to relieve some of the tension you have in them. You knew sitting at your desk for hours every day was bad for you but the benefits from doing so was worth it. You have gotten many messages from readers all around the world telling you all about how they love your books and how somehow they've helped them. It filled a sense of pride in you that you didn’t know you needed. 

When you got to the bakery you smiled so hard when you smelt the familiar scent of sugar and vanilla. This will always have a special place in your heart as this is where you spent most of your time writing your first book, where you also felt the sense of hopelessness for the first time. The owner, Rocco, had helped pull you out of that stump with his wise words and baked goods - and a lot of them - you dedicated the first page of every book you’ve written to him and it will never change. 

Pushing open the heavy door, the scent from the outside got stronger the further to the counter you went. You felt as if a heavy blanket got placed over your shoulders at the familiarity of the small bakery, it made you feel as if you were home. 

“Y/N?! Oh my, what do I owe the pleasure so early in the morning” the tanned blonde called out to you as soon as he heard the door jingle. 

“Some of those shortbreads you know I adore” you looked at the display case that showcases the specials for the day and also the classics everyone loves. 

“Hard night or should I say morning?” He laughs while placing three equal pieces of shortbread into a small paper packet. You sigh while resting your arm on top of the counter while holding your head up with your hand “Do I look that bad?” You ask with a groan which just makes the man laugh. 

“Do you want anything else?” He asks while taking a sip from his coffee. You hum while sliding your eyes over to the case again. “I’ll try the midnight delights, they look delicious” your mouth was practically watering at the sight of them, you didn’t know what was in them but as long as they taste good as they look you don’t care. 

“Do you have any food in the house? Need Steph to get you anything?” You shake your head while hiding a yawn behind your hand “Nah I’m all good, just went grocery shopping a couple days ago” you lie straight through your teeth but you know Rocco could see through your lies. 

“Alright, here’s your stuff, now get out and get some sleep” he pushes the paper packets your way and you hold a hand over your chest feigning disgust. 

“Is that a way you should be treating customers?! How dare you, I’ll be leaving a bad review after I eat these delicious goods!” You say while slamming some cash into the tip jar and blowing a kiss as you back out of the door. 

You giggle the whole way back to your apartment with your hand full of your favourite things. Once you stood in the elevator you pressed the button to your floor and snapped off some shortbread before plopping it into your mouth. 

The doors to the elevator stopped and you looked at the gloved hand that was in between them. The doors reopened and a man strode into the elevator, he stood next to you and pressed the number which leads to the same floor you are on.  

Oh. 

You try to catch a glimpse at his face but it's covered with a scarf and you didn’t want to catch him staring at you like a creep - especially if he is your neighbour. You really want to see his face, but how? 

You clear your throat before holding up your bag of shortbread “Would you like one? They’re freshly baked and really tasty” you rattle it to get his attention and he looks down at them before raking his eyes over to your face. You give him a friendly smile but it was a sort of grimace due to you having zero energy. 

The elevator stops and the doors open to your floor, he walks out immediately and you stand there with your arm still up in the air looking like an idiot. You watch as he marches down the small hallway with his bag swishing as he moves. Okay, maybe he doesn’t like shortbread. 

Shrugging your shoulders you go to your door and unlock it but before you walk inside you see the same man looking at you over his shoulder before walking into his apartment and shutting the door behind him. 

You look around your apartment and sigh as you take in the dirty atmosphere, there is a small layer of dust on your things and a pile of dirty dishes either in the sink or on the counter. Placing down the baked goods you take off your coat and shoes before rolling up your sleeves. It wasn’t going to get done and it will probably be on your mind the entire time you even try and get some sleep. 

You cleaned your little home in an hour and stood in the middle of your living room with your hands on your hips taking in your work. You had your eyes locked onto your vacuum cleaner and made a noise with your mouth as you thought about it. You eventually decided against it when you realised it was only eight in the morning and it wasn’t probably what people wanted to hear right now. 

Taking a quick shower, you then crawl into your bed but accidentally stubbed your toe on the bed frame with how fast you were moving. “Ah, fuck me. Stupid bed frame” you crumbled onto your bed and cradled your foot in your hand while rolling on your side like a foetus. When you finally got over that little moment, you got under the covers and closed your eyes tightly before dozing off into a land of dreams. 

On the other side of the wall, however, Ghost sat awake. He had heard you hitting your toe on the side of your bed and could hear the cars moving around outside of his open window. The cool breeze made the room drop in temperature but Ghost didn’t mind and much preferred to sleep in these conditions. 

He wouldn’t be able to go to sleep yet so he reached over to his bedside table and picked up his copy of ‘Hatred for You’ and turned to the first page. The pages were worn and he had read it many times along with the others in the series but he wanted to read them all from the beginning. He'd never wanted anyone to know he read such books and didn’t ever let them leave his apartment but he was obsessed with them. 

He loved the writer. 

The writer who was currently on the other side of his bedroom wall sleeping.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x female reader #simon ghost x reader #call of duty

[thewriteblrlibrary]

A Step-by-Step Marketing Guide so we can spite traditional publishers (and make people cry).

~ This is a guide specific for fiction/writeblr. All of this is for free and there is little social media posting/ads involved (unless you want to venture into that). ~

Within the writeblr spheres, there's this underlying hope that our stories will find their audience. Perhaps we'll have a fandom full of fanart and video essays, or maybe we'll be an instant classic and sit on collectors' beloved bookshelves. Our stories could sit within the deepest corners of someone's heart and maybe they never tell a soul about what's so special to them. Maybe our stories become those 'underrated masterpieces'.

Or we just want to see people ugly cry over our writing.

Whatever your hope may be, marketing is an important path to venture on (especially because traditional publishers are rejecting diverse books in favor of ones that are already famous + the whole sub-par machine thing they seem obsessed with.)

And thus, my childhood marketing obsession will hopefully be of use to you. This is all for free (unless you want to spend money) and you don't need to figure out social media platforms (unless you want to, and this guide works if you decide to take that route too.)

Step One: Characters

Marketing spheres will define these fictious people as 'avatars' or 'the target audience'. You could also call them characters. Because that's what they are: fictional people.

For this step, you shall create characters that would love your story.

And here's some great news: You've already done this.

Perhaps you wrote your story to comfort a prior version of yourself. Perhaps each character in your story holds an aspect of your personality. Perhaps you were ridiculously self-indulgent and made the story you would've loved to read. These are all possible characters you can reuse for marketing.

Write down 2-4 quick archetypes for these characters. You'll chose an aspect of your story (characters, themes, or the younger-self that you wrote it for) and write a thumbnail sketch. (Main issue, fears, wants, personality traits if they relate to the main issue.)

I'll do it for my story (the Land of the Fallen Fairies) down below:

Anuli-like (my MC): Overthinking and aloof. Wants a happy ending but thinks their current personality/character isn't good enough for one. The present stales in comparison to the past/the childhood they lost. The 'gifted theater kids'. Kamari-like (side character): Postpones happiness in favor of creating a perfect schedule/getting accomplishments. Heavy masking. Creative but doesn't create anymore. Promises themself they'll enjoy themselves later, when they've earned it. Workaholics. My younger self: Wanting a fantasy escapism to embody the traits they wish they had in real life. Dissatisfied and worried about reality. Perfectionists. Self-indulgent: People who love plants and forests and fantasy worlds far away from reality/humanity.

Great! Now it's time to find these characters.

Step Two: Setting.

(Let's assume you're using the internet for your marketing. But a similar method works for real life too.)

Where do the characters live?

In order to figure that out, we need to discover the characters' interests, what they watch to solve their problems, and who they find #relatable.

(You can do this for each character or for all the characters at once.)

For example:

Anuli-like -

interests: Stories. Analysis videos. Fantasy escapism. Things that remind them of their childhood. (so nature, warmth, comfort, play, imagination and the times they would actually enjoy learning.)

Places to look: Nature quotes, ambience videos, children's shows and fairytales (comfort shows). Fandom culture - fanfic video essays, fan art.

Solving problems (the problem being wanting a 'happy ending' but feeling that their personality/lifestyle/characteristics aren't right for one): Mindfulness things. Self-healing. Quotes and meditations and candles galore. Slow living. Nature vlogs. Self care. All that 'live in the moment' culture.

Places to look: Slow living. Nature vlogs. The 'softer self-help' (spirituality stuff. Magic/ overnight answers). Witchcraft. 'aesthetic nature' places. Guided meditations.

#relatable: Burnt out gifted kids. People who think so much that their life passes them by. Storytellers and creative who create to make sense of the world. People who like dark, gory things in spite of who they want to be. People who don't like reality.

Places to look: Those 'learn better and remember everything' places. (The 'burnt-out gifted kid' recovery places.) Stop overthinking spots. Those quotes on Pinterest from poetic people who think too much /aff. Storyteller places. Dark academia. Classical music. One off quotes/ poetry.

Okie dokie. Once you have this, find channels, social media accounts, blogs, songs, books, etc. that fit with the categories you wrote down. (They should appeal to the characters) You can search up some of the terms you listed into searches and see who pops up. Bonus points if you find people that overlap with multiple sections.

I know I didn't include booktube or booktok in here. You can if you want too. But those can be a bit... 'consume these 500 books'. You also want to find other places where people who would like you story live, even if they don't follow booktube or booktok.

Congrats! Now you know where your characters live!

Step Three: the scary part

Take everyone you found on your search for the settings and write them down a list. Make sure you get an email/contact info. (they usually list them somewhere under 'for business inquires') Also feel free to watch their content and get to know what attributes these settings have.

And now... we talk to them. about our stories. You can do it. I believe in you.

This called 'pitching your product' in marketing spheres. But you can be informal about it.

I know it can be difficult to talk about your work, so here's a tone to have:

'I made this thing I like and I think you'll like it too'.

What you'll do is send an email (or dm) that goes like this (inspired by Creative Hive on youtube):

Hi [name],

[Genuine compliment]

[Quick sentence or two about your story. Include the themes and who it appeals to. If you have a logline/sentence summary, include that. But I find that the underlying themes and 'who's it's for' is more engaging.

For my story, I might say something like.

I've written a story you might enjoy, since you like [interest]. It's called the Land of the Fallen Fairies. It's a nature-themed commentary on the pursuit of happiness and fixing yourself to deserve that happiness, told by an overthinking, unreliable, houseplant narrator. It was supposed to comfort me when I got frustrated with myself and my happiness chasing, and I hope it can comfort others too.

(That's probably a bit long and I can trim it down a bit.)

You can phrase it like a gift if you want too.]

[Call to action.

'If you like it, I'd appreciate a mention on your [platform].

I know this part may be difficult to mention (imposter syndrome is not fun.) But I promise that if they do like it, they'll be happy to mention it.]

If they don't respond within... four-ish days? (A week at most). then you can include a follow up. For this you can include a template with info about your story. This way it's easy for them to talk about your story.

The template:

title

genre

blurb

Author

where to find the book

Bonus points if you have an additional, physical thing to send them.

Congrats! Now do this pitching process a few times until you've covered most of your bases. (Pitch to as many people as you can. It will get more comfortable as you do it. Play your favorite song and don't let yourself think too hard about it.)

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The benefits of this process are that you find people that are already interested in the themes and vibes of your story (in comparison to to ads, which get shoved in everyone's faces.). Someone your audience already trusts will talk about it, which means you don't need to do all this trial and error to find your audience and make content for them.

It's basically a bunch of people talking about something they like!

AND you diversify your audience across niches, but with an underlying theme/interests. Booktok/booktube must appeal to everyone, so it's a hit or miss for recommendations. (Unless there is someone that specifically does one genre/type of story.)

From here you can do fun little things to build up hype and make the book launch feel like this fun event. (I love it when that happens so here's my thoughts about trying to create an event with your story... although that may require another post entirely.)

preorder goals

charity goals

Arg's and puzzles

fund with side plushies and trinkets

Book blog tour

book boxes

as many memes as you can make

rewards (like bookmarks or posters or smth) that people can get for supporting

Talk about the process of creating your story. I know this one channel called 'Dead Sound' that creates 'making of' videos for his short films and they are some of the best videos on youtube.

Okay dear storyteller! Now go forth and share your story with the world!

Additional resources:

Creative Hive <-- a youtube channel that goes through the pitching process.

This video is also very good <-- Haven't watched the rest of the channel but I assume it's also good.

One of the best marketing channels on the internet (the videos are actually entertianing to watch.

Seth Goldin <-- I read his book and took the parts I liked and modified for storytelling marketing.

Dead Sound <-- propaganda to watch the short film series he has (he did the whole 2-d 3-d style wayyyy before spiderverse did... and he's one person making these. One person. It's amazing.

Glitch <--- If someone can figure out how The Amazing Digital Circus was marketed then I will pay you money. It seems to be a lot of memes and funny things.

#writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #writing advice #writing tips #writer stuff #on writing #writeblr #writing community #writer #storytelling tips #fiction #writing #filmmaking #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #marketing strategy #pitching #writing resources #resources #useful #for reference #useful stuff #the writeblr library #please do well post #I've spent so much time on this

[starsainzjr]

Real Life Inspiration

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Wolff!author!reader Faceclaim: Saoirse-Monica Jackson Requested: yes no

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ynwolff First chapters, espresso, and headshots. It's been a busy week! Join Samrah Shahidi as she ventures through Dubai and navigates murder, theft, and a 3,000 year old mystery! The Amber Trolley available for pre-order now wherever you get your books!

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carlossainz55 Do I get a sneak peak?

ynwolff Only if you're nice to me carlossainz55 I'm currently holding flowers for you while your father glares at me please save me ynwolff I'm on my way

zakiyadaliaharris So beyond excited for this!

ynwolff Thank you for consulting! Could not have gotten anything done without you!

casey.mcquiston Yes! Gonna read this thing in one sitting

ynwolff Sending a never ending supply of hot chocolate your way

yns.pen More???? Oh my god we are getting fed next year

samrahfans She's back! Oh this one is going to be good, I can feel it

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yourusername Cover reveal! The Amber Trolley is available for preorder now!

Stay tuned for another special announcement coming within the next week!

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carlossainz55 So beyond proud of you, mi corazón. Cannot wait to add it to my track bag

ynwolff I love you so much, mein könig. chiliwilicarlos He calls her his heart I'm done. I'm done, I'm done. Sleeping on the highway tonight

zakiyadaliaharris Classic! Oh it looks amazing

ynwolff Mailing you a copy as we speak!

samrahfans I'M CRYING IT LOOKS SO CLEAN

chiliwilicarlos I swear if we get pictures of him reading this book at the track I will drop dead on the spot

yns.pen She truly never misses

blackfireproofs GOD he's the best boyfriend ever isn't he

ynwolff Can confirm 🥰

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carlossainz55 A week well spent with mi corazón in one of the most beautiful places on Earth. We get back to the grind this week

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ynwolff Mein könig, I love you more than words

carlossainz55 That's a lot, you really love words ynwolff And I love you more than all of them

charles_leclerc You're welcome for the recommendation

carlossainz55 The wine was delicious, we're bringing you some ynwolff And a signed copy charles_leclerc I'm more excited about the book than the wine

landonorris I wasn't invited?

formulafan Would you want to spend 2 weeks in a villa with Toto Wolff? landonorris No you're right, actually

blackfireproofs Oh Jesus Christ he gets more perfect every day

chiliwilicarlos I'm about as useful as a puddle rn

yourusername Bahrain

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yourusername Back to running across the paddock in desert heat

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carlossainz55 Come back I miss you

ynwolff I literally just walked into my father's office carlossainz55 🥺 ynwolff Not gonna work

mercedesamgf1 She's home finally

ynwolff I'm not watching the race with you mercedesamgf1 😦 carlossainz55 😊

scuderiaferrari Are we going to need to work out a custody schedule?

mercedesamgf1 I think we might need to ynwolff Do I get a say? scuderiaferrari No mercedesamgf1 No

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carlotta.solano Back in the place where it all started. Away We Go is available for pre order now! Follow Alina Wolter as she tries to balance her dream job working for her favorite F1 team and resisting the charismatic first driver Santiago Cabrera!

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blackfireproofs Call me crazy, but I think I sense a pen name....

yns.pen No I've been thinking the same thing. Two books getting announced on the same day... blackfireproofs Not to mention the initials of the name too. C.S... and it's a Spanish name. And Carlotta??? yns.pen It sounds extremely similar to Carlos yns.pen And the character's names! Wolter... her last name is Wolff. And Santiago Cabrera? chiliwilicarlos It's just Carlos' initials reversed. And the names are German and Spanish. German close enough to Austrian but still blackfireproofs No there are way too many parallels yns.pen Not to mention that YN is in Bahrain with Carlos and her father for the race

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ynwolff Book signing, burgers, and- I'm too tired to finish the alliteration

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carlossainz55 Best nap I've had in a while to be honest

ynwolff Honestly me too

zakiyadaliaharris Book signings bring on a different kind of tired

ynwolff I can't feel my hand casey.mcquiston Ice. So so much ice in your future

yns.pen I cannot believe I actually met her today! Oh my god, she was so so sweet and took her time with while I tried to speak German

ynwolff Your German was much better than you give yourself credit for! It was such a pleasure to meet you

blackfireproofs I went today too and watched Carlos watch her while I was waiting in line and oh my god he was looking at her like she was the moon

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ynwolff Weekend away with my very own Santiago Cabrera during which he stole my sunglasses no more than twelve times

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carlossainz55 My own Alina Wolter 🥰 Better in person than on paper, no?

ynwolff Always better in person than on paper

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[jo-harrington]

Freaky Friday - A Stranger Things Story (Part 1)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie and Steve (Enemies to Friends)

Summary: Eddie thinks that Steve has everything in life handed to him on a silver platter (including his new girlfriend who Eddie has a crush on). And Steve just can't believe that the kids look up to Eddie the Freak, or that he lives his life without giving a single fuck.

Must be nice. But you know what they say, the grass is always greener.

Warnings/Themes: AU with no Upside Down. Body swapping, dark magic/alchemy, unrequited love--some crushes at least, Babysitter Steve, No Upside Down means slightly still King Steve, unresolved feelings, manipulation/deception, Reader gets a nickname (Honey), no Y/N if I can help it, no smut in Part 1 but liable to be in other chapters

Note: After a very hot and fast suggestion by @shiftingtherain, this mini-series was born. And instead of working on Store Manager Verse like I wanted to, here we are. This part is a little shorter...it's the intro, sue me. Next few parts will be a tad longer.

Credit for the header partially goes to me for the design and the logistics but I was tired, so I may have borrowed gifs from @emziess and Netflix itself as a jumping off point (with permission from Emzies and Netflix is a corporation so they can rot). I can only do so much guys, I also had to write this thing too.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

If Eddie never saw Steve Harrington again in his life, it would still be too soon.

He didn't always indulge in rentals from Family Video—if it was too cold and wet to have band practice in Gareth's garage, or if he was having an especially bad week at school, or if he needed something a little more realistic than the illustrations of Heavy Metal magazine to help him satisfy his needs—but today just had that special feel to it.

He'd gotten a B on his math test, Rick had been feeling a little under the weather and let Eddie make the rounds to his usuals for a sweet little cut, and he had found a dusty old book about alchemy and occultism at the library that was going to help him put the finishing touches on tomorrow night's Hellfire session.

For all of that, Eddie thought a little reward was in order.

A little Dark Crystal, a little pizza from Lou's, a little weed...he'd be having the best Thursday night.

Except...

For the past twenty minutes, he'd pretended to hem and haw over the selection of movies just so he could glare across the store at the counter, where Steve stood, flirting and making grandiose promises, with you.

He burned with jealousy, and God, it took almost everything in him not to gag as Steve reached across the counter to slyly hold your hand. And everything else for his heart not to break as you just let it happen.

Eddie didn't know how or when or why this started—when Harrington had gotten his claws into you and how he had managed to charm his way into your heart—when it should have been Eddie instead.

Eddie'd had a crush on you for years but had always been too nervous to do anything about it.

You were a year younger than him, and friends with his pal Mickey's younger sister, so he'd seen you around quite a bit. Smart and funny and pretty; maybe not as unpopular as Eddie was, but certainly not in the running for homecoming court or whatever other social hierarchies were in place at Hawkins High either. He figured...you know, maybe once he got to senior year he'd get the courage. Maybe take you to prom or something; who wouldn't want to go out with a senior?

But he'd gotten the notice from Higgins that he wouldn't be graduating with the rest of the Class of '84 and it really put a damper on his plans.

He had been hopeful again the following year, actually had a few classes with you and sat with you for partner work when no one else wanted to work with him, when they laughed at him. You weren't even afraid to go up to him in the cafeteria to ask a question, or walk with him in the hall if you had to go in the same direction for your next class. You'd talk about assignments mostly, but he savored every little fact he could learn about you. What books you'd been reading, the fact that you watched Svengoolie on Saturday nights—just like he did—or that you'd had some squabble with Mickey's sister over a scrunchie of all things and were no longer speaking.

But Eddie knew how bad his grades were—somehow even worse than the year before—and aside from the work you did with him, he knew it wasn't gonna be enough for him to graduate. So he wasn't gonna put himself in the position for you to laugh in his face—not that you would but...just in case you did—by asking you out.

He thought you would disappear from his life after you graduated. Get the hell out of Hawkins the way everyone else wanted to. But no. You took a few classes at the community college and worked the dinner shift at Benny's a few nights a week. You'd been there every Tuesday night, when he and the guys grabbed food after their gig at the Hideout. The usual booth reserved, drinks already poured by the time they sat down, and their usual orders already written in your little order pad.

You usually gave him extra whipped cream on his slice of cherry pie too.

The guys always urged him to ask for your number...but he never did. How could he? Even if you were stuck in this town the same way he was...he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

And now...here you were, listening to Harrington talk about some great surprise he had planned for your third date the next day.

Eddie wondered why you hadn't screamed in outrage when Steve mentioned how much Nancy Wheeler had liked it when he took her to this mystery place. He would have definitely expected you to at least flinch at the mention of his ex-girlfriend's name.

"It sounds really great," you said instead, smiling and nodding. "I get out of class at 3 on Fridays...should I be here around 4?"

"4 is perfect, honey," Steve grinned.

Eddie couldn't stand to hear whatever sickeningly sweet goodbye you both would come up with so he just grabbed whatever tape was in front of him and approached the counter. You and Steve both flinched when Eddie slammed his selections down on the counter to be checked out.

“Uh…I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye Steve,” you muttered, eyeing Eddie with a half-smile that felt a bit sad. “Bye Eddie.”

"Bye honey."

“Bye honey,” Eddie mocked once you were out the door, then turned back to Steve. “You gonna try and make goo goo eyes at me next Harrington? I don’t have all day.”

“Jesus Munson. What’s up your ass?” Steve scoffed, grabbing the tapes.

“I’m just trying to get my videos and go.” Eddie rapped his knuckles on the counter. “Not really interested in the kind of customer service you're trying to provide."

Steve wondered what the likelihood of getting fired would be, if he just punched that smug look right off of Munson's face.

Keith hated the guy too, he always left the Adult section looking like a mess. Maybe Steve would get a promotion instead.

For years Eddie roamed around Hawkins being a general menace with his gaggle of friends. Causing trouble, shouting at people, making faces at old ladies. He’d gotten “taken in” to the police station one too many times but always seemed to make it out without actually being arrested. Which baffled Steve; Eddie was a drug dealer for crying out loud.

And yeah, Steve had even asked him to come and deal at a party or two but…people like that were bad. Simple as that.

Even after all of that, after you got past the “bad boy” persona….he was a fucking nerd. He wasn’t even cool like the bad boys in movies were. Steve felt like someone was tricking him the first time he had walked past the Hellfire Club’s table in the cafeteria. For all the leather and chains and band tees—all the talk of satanic rituals and blood sacrifices—there was sure a lot of talk about elves and…and bards and Star Wars.

So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to Steve that the kids would flock to Eddie by the time they made it to Hawkins High.

But it had been. A huge shock.

His unexpected little gaggle of morons…weren’t really his anymore.

Steve had dropped Dustin off on the first day of school and said “don’t get into any trouble.” Even made Robin promise to keep an eye out for him. He expected the kid to…join the mathletes or something. Get roped in with the science nerds.

But by the end of the week, the kids were all clamoring about how they would need to reschedule movie nights with Steve so they could go to Hellfire club with Eddie.

Steve couldn’t understand it. Eddie was a freak, a punk, some good for nothing…and now the kids were suddenly following him like he was some sort of prophet. Spreading the word of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

See? Steve could do the nerd talk too when he wanted...thanks to Dustin.

Who, much to Steve's annoyance, was apparently Eddie's biggest fan. The guy could do no wrong in Dustin's eyes, and it really irked Steve.

Will and Lucas were spending Saturdays at the library—not for homework, but for research because apparently Eddie really liked incorporating mythology into his campaigns. (Whatever that meant.) Mike was growing his hair out because "Eddie's hair was cool.” What about Steve, whose literal nickname was The Hair? Shit, he'd even seen Eddie give Max a ride to school on a few occasions when he was late dropping Robin off. And he knew Max and her mom had been having a hard time since her step-dad skipped town and Billy...

Steve knew some of the town gossip about Eddie was just a bunch of bullshit...but if Max Mayfield was cool with him?

Yeah, he just couldn't help but be suspicious of the guy.

Regardless, the sooner Steve could get him out of the store, the better his night was gonna get.

...actually...

"That's gonna be $10." Steve announced dryly.

"Woah, $10?!" Eddie scoffed. "I have a membership."

"Since when?" Steve asked, hands immediately landing on his hips.

"I use one every time I'm in here."

"Yeah you use Reefer Rick's."

"So?"

"New policy," Steve lied, hoping it would get Eddie out of his hair for a good while. "No sharing memberships outside of your family. Last I checked, your last name isn't Lipton. So you either cough up the $25 for a new membership Munson, or the $10 for your rental. What's it gonna be?"

Eddie grumbled and dug his wallet out of his pocket, slamming the money on the counter.

"Any candy?" Steve asked mockingly before grabbing the cash.

Eddie grabbed the tape and grumbled under his breath as he exited the store.

Yeah, Steve wasn't gonna be dealing with him any time soon.

For a second though, as he went to start processing returns, he wondered...

If Eddie was in some ritualistic cult...what kind of curse could he possibly put on me?

But that was a dumb thought to have.

Eddie's night just went down hill from the minute he left Family Video.

He didn't notice that they'd given him the wrong pizza at Lou's so now he was stuck with some specialty veggie pie with broccoli on it, the tape he had grabbed indiscriminately had been some artsy foreign romance crap, and just now he'd just spilled Dr. Pepper all over his Hellfire notebook.

"Fuck," he shouted as it spilled over the side of the coffee table and onto his sock-clad feet. He couldn't give a shit about the carpet, he could even ignore his wet socks, but his notebook. Weeks of work, planning and toiling over the most sadistic campaign.

He liked to keep all of the notes of Hellfire's completed campaigns, a sort of...record for future kids to look back on and reference. And now this specific masterpiece would be lost to memory.

He cleaned everything up as best he could before making a quick trip back to his room for an extra notebook or something he could use to salvage his plans for tomorrow's session. He had always been really bad at...keeping spare notebooks on hand. Even the ones he'd used for class always ended up covered in his drawings or notes, little bits and ideas of dialogue he could use for speeches or NPCs.

The best he could find was his math notebook from last year which, surprisingly, sat relatively untouched.

Eddie knew why: that was a class he shared with you. And as he opened to some random mostly-empty page, he saw his little scribbles in the margins surrounding half-faded, penciled-in algebraic equations. Daggers and hearts and his and your initials intertwined together.

It was the one class where he would never encounter partner work with you, so he felt compelled to fill the pages with his daydreams instead of fantasies and lore. You would never see it.

"Well," he huffed as he dropped back down onto the floor and slapped the notebook onto the coffee table. He grabbed his pen and scribbled over the drawings on the page. "Now that she's with Harrington, no use living in this fantasy. Fuck, I was stupid, so stupid to ever think she would want anything to do with me."

He grabbed the dusty old alchemical book from the library and found his place, staring at old sigils and runes and text indiscriminately until he came upon one that looked too perfect for the campaign. Concentric circles, arcane lettering, angular lines...

While Eddie would usually use a clean page for something like this—something he would hand off to his players—he drew a copy of the sigil onto the page and planned to rip the edges off, maybe singe them with his lighter to make it look more authentic.

He kept staring at the still-noticeable doodles beneath the pen scribbles and his heart ached a little in his chest.

Yeah, he would definitely want to burn those too.

By the time he was done copying the sigil, a wave of exhaustion overtook him and he glanced down at his watch.

It wasn't much later than he usually went to bed on a weeknight...

He stared at the half-ruined notes for tomorrow's session that he still needed to rewrite and sighed.

"Fuck it, I'll just redo them in the morning." He got up and stretched his arms over his head. "I can just sleep in tomorrow. Skip class. Show up for Hellfire. Who cares anymore.”

He put the rest of the pizza in the fridge for Wayne and then headed to bed, only to be plagued with dreams of scribbled out love hearts, movie theater candy, guitar solos, and big red gum.

When Eddie woke up the next morning, he felt...honestly felt like he was floating on a cloud. Every muscle in his body felt looser, yet somehow tighter at the same time. His skin felt tighter, like it wasn't right, like it didn't fit somehow, it was suffocating him.

He must have died but he wasn't quite sure if this was heaven or hell.

His eyes burned and blurred slightly as he opened them and what he saw was...unexpected.

Gone were the off-white walls, his posters, the piles of his crap, and that concerning patch of probably-mold in the corner of the ceiling. Instead there was a sturdy ceiling, plaid-papered walls, and matching curtains?

Eddie groaned and rolled over.

What the fuck was this place?

There was a slam of a door somewhere that practically shook the walls surrounding Eddie and as he sat up, he found himself only wearing...briefs? He didn't wear briefs.

This wasn’t his bed, wasn’t his room…wasn’t his… body?

He looked down at his chest, his arms, his hands…his fingers weren’t right, he didn’t have this many freckles and moles, he didn’t have…abs, if that’s what you could call the slight definition on his torso. Still it was more than his body had ever had. His skin…was itchy and mostly hairless.

Eddie reached up and touches his hair—shorter than he was used to, not curly…at all—then his face, as if that was any indicator to what he—

“A mirror!” He exclaimed. His voice…sounded familiar, but different. Fuck what kind of dream was this?

Because it had to be a dream right? It had to be. How else did he wake up in someone else’s body?

He pushed himself out of the bed, walking slightly off-cadence, which…yeah probably came with the territory of your brain needing to get used to a new body. Fuck…was his brain even his brain or did his mind just get transported what was happening?

Ugh it was too early to think about that.

Eddie slowly cracked the bedroom door open and peaked into the rest of the house. He spotted a bathroom just across the way, otherwise…shit, this place actually looked a little familiar. Where the fuck was he? Who the fuck was he?

He quickly crossed the landing into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He heaved a breath and leaned back against the door for a moment to calm himself; his hands were shaking and felt cold. Could he even feel his fingers? Nice to know the occasional nervousness that snuck up on him at his lowest moments hadn’t been left behind in his old body, that they’d followed him to this one.

His body…would it still be in his bed? What if he really had died and…had jumped into his new body? Was this reincarnation?

Fuck, if he was dead…Wayne would find him. Could he even…see his uncle again? How could he ever explain who he was?

Eddie felt the tears prick his eyes and his throat tighten and he slapped his face a few times.

“Come on man, come on,” he muttered. “It’s not that bad. It’s only…mildly awful. Fuck, ok. Just go, just look, just…rip it off like a bandaid.”

Eddie took a deep breath and nodded, then crossed the short distance to stand in front of the sink. He stared at his new feet, wiggled his new toes. You never…appreciated the toes you had until you have new ones.

That was awful and you’re an idiot. Just look.

Eddie closed his eyes again and turned his face up towards the mirror. He could do it. He would do it.

He opened his eyes.

“Jesus H. Christ!”

Steve woke up feeling like absolute shit. Everything ached—like he had pulled a muscle or something by sleeping crookedly—he had awful cottonmouth, and he had inhaled…some yarn or something because he woke up coughing and gagging until he got the intrusive strands out of his mouth.

“Gahh, shit, shit,” he said and scratched at his throat. He sounded hoarse. Ugh was he getting sick? He’d have to ask his mom to bring home some soup or something.

Could he call out of work? Shit he had to take Robin to school. She could walk today, he felt awful.

Steve blinked his eyes open and took in the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling with growing concern.

He looked around at the…piles of garbage and the cracks in the plaster walls partially covered by band posters...and felt the rise of panic grow within him. He tried to recall the night before.

He’d wrapped up his shift at Family Video, gone home and had a rare dinner with both of his parents, then…felt extremely tired and went to bed.

So how did he end up here…wherever here was?

This was a kidnapping; it had to be. He was…drugged—explained the cottonmouth—and kidnapped. And now someone was holding him for ransom or something to…blackmail his father? Thomas Harrington was kind of a dick sometimes, sure, but still…he was a pretty decent guy. Who would want to blackmail him?

“H-hello?” Steve called out. “Anyone there? C-can anyone hear me?”

There was some shuffling outside of the door of the room.

Thankfully Steve wasn’t tied up or anything. God, what kind of kidnappers were these? He quickly glanced around the room for a weapon of some sort and he immediately spotted...

A guitar? A few guitars actually. Man these kidnappers really liked music huh?

One was a weird shape--he'd seen some hair metal bands use guitars like that in magazines, but he'd never seen one in person--and was a mottled red color. One was just what you'd expect when someone said "electric guitar." And one was acoustic and looked like it could pack a real wallop.

Bingo.

Steve pushed himself out of the bed and immediately jumped because whatever had been in his mouth was on his shoulders now. He reached up to grab it: hair. Long, wavy, messy...knotty and frizzy. Like it hadn't been brushed for days, maybe weeks?

And his arm, sticking out from whatever t-shirt he'd been put in...was lithe and weak and there were tattoos. On both arms. A creepy claw hand and a bunch of bats.

What was this? How long had they held him hostage for? No wonder they didn't feel the need to tie him up! He'd been knocked out cold.

He needed to get out of here. Now. He needed to get home.

Steve crossed the room to grab the guitar when he noticed it. At first he thought it was another person. But no, it was just a mirror...and in the mirror...his reflection.

Only it wasn't...his reflection.

It had startled him and he had jumped. Then he moved his arms a little and watched the figure in the mirror mimic him. Over and over.

A wave, a turn, a funny face.

He couldn’t believe it. This had to be a joke. A dream. A nightmare.

Because it was him, his reflection. But it was not his—Steve Harrington’s—reflection.

It was Eddie Munson's.

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Bloodweave X reader

Astarion x f!Reader x Gale

Word count: 3k

18+

Warning: contains smut and minor mention of SA

Summary: After a big battle you return to camp with you companions, and you can’t wait to rest. But 2 of your companions have other ideas.

*english is not my first language so i'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes.*

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you can’t wait to go to sleep. The last fight was hard and on top of that a certain wizard and vampire kept asking for your attention. You knew Gale wouldn’t like sharing, he was a focus on one person kind of guy.  and Astarion, well, he opened up to you about what he went through with Cazadore a little and you’d understand he’s not ready for a physical relationship just yet. He’s been more open about the idea ever since he’s killed Cazadore, but you  knew trauma took a long time to heal. But you would do anything to help him, in whatever way you could.

The 2 man have been battling over your attention. You liked it, but some times it became exhausting. Especially because you liked them both. It hurt you to think about one day having to choose between them. You’ve been nice to both, you’ve been implying that you’d see a future with both of them, of course they don’t know about your feelings for the other. But you just couldn’t choose, not yet at least.

you walk into your tent, exhausted from the day, and are met with the 2 men that’s been on your mind. None other than Gale and Astarion are waiting for you.  “Hello darling” Astarion says. “oh uh hi” you say awkwardly, did they find out? “Gale and I had an very interesting conversation” he says walking up to you, so close you can smell him, he smells like rosemary and brandy, you didn’t know you would like that combination as much as you do. “yeah, and you were the main topic” Gale says coming up to you too, standing close to Astarion. Gale smells of old books, like he’d spent days in the library and something sweet to like rosewood. “oh” you say, dreading where this was going, you were not ready to choose yet. “you see Gale here told me you were seeing him, but I thought we had something special darling?” Astarion says, his tone is not sweet, it’s dark and something else. “and here I was thinking I was the only one who had your heart” Gale tells you, he sounds more disappointing, yet not to the extend you thought he would.

“i-I” you try to explain, but what was there to explain. You are caught red handed and now it was time to tell them the truth. “I’m sorry, I just. I like you, both of you. please don’t make me choose, I’m not ready” you tell them. “hmm what to do, what to do” Astarion says. “what do you think Gale?”. “well if she can’t choose….” They seem to communicate without using words, and your getting a little nervous. “oh look Gale we’re making our girl nervous”. Your cheeks heat up, their girl? “hm, maybe we need to show her” Gale says. “show me what?” you ask nervously. “you’ll see” Astarion says darkly, more dark than you ever hear him before. “hands out darling” he says and you do. you don’t know where he got it from but he binds your wrist together with rope. “what?” you ask shocked. You hear Gale chuckle as he comes up behind you. “don’t worry, we’ll take care of you” you heard Astarion’s voice when it got dark, but you never knew Gale could do the same and you feel yourself already getting wet at the sound of his dark voice. “you sure you can handle us both” he whispers into your ear while Astarion binds your hands above you. “what” you whisper. “do you think you can handle us both?” Gale asks again before kissing your neck. “hmmhmm” you murmur. A hands replaces his soft lips as Astarion holds you tightly by your throat. “he asked you something darling” he says, his pupils blown wide. “yes” you gasp. “you sure?” “yes” you breath out again. “good” Astarion says as he let’s go of you. they switch places, Astarion now standing behind you and Gale in front of you. Gale kisses you deeply before he drops to his knees before you.

“may i?” he asks looking up at you. you nod your head. “use your words love” he demands. “yes, please” you tell him. he lowers your pants and underwear before he places a soft kiss on your wet heat. You gasp. “gods I wanted to taste you for so long”. He says before he kisses and licks you where you need him most. “fuck yes” you moan, letting you head fall back on Astarion’s shoulder. “look at how he’s eating you darling, he looks like a starved man, all for you” Astarion says while he holds you so you can see exactly what Gale is doing to you “fuck” you breath out at the sight. “it get’s me hungry too” Astarion says brushing your hair back from your neck. You feel a sting before pleasure washes over you as he sinks his teeth into you and drinks. You never knew it heightened your feelings this much. You moan as the feeling overwhelm you. “shhhh be quite darling, otherwise the whole camp will know what we’re doing to you” Astarion tells you, before he goes back to sucking your neck.

You gasp out loud as you feel Gale’s finger enter you while his tongue still strokes your clit. “what did I tell you” Astarion says as his hand covers your mouth. “stay silent, or we have to punish you darling”. You try your hardest but the pleasure is to great and you feel your orgasm rise. Gale was not lying when he told you he had a skilled tongue, gods. “oh she’s about to come” Gale says against you clit making a moan slip, but it’s being muffled by Astarion’s hand. “that fast” Astarion says mockingly. He grabs your throat and places a bruising kiss on your lips as your orgasm washes over you. “good girl” he whispers against your lips as you pant. “you taste absolutely define dear” Gale says staring up at you. “fuck Gale that was amazing” you tell him stroking his cheek lovingly. “oh we aren’t done yet darling” Astarion says, a grin on his face that means trouble. you look over at him. “are you sure, I, I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for yet” you tell him, while still trying to catch your breath. “don’t worry about me darling, I’m right where I want to be” he says before you feel a finger against your back entrance. “oh fuck Astarion” you moan. “you sure you can take us both?” he asks, pushing against my back entrance harder. “I didn’t think…” you breath out. “you didn’t think what? that we meant at the same time? Darling you know better than that”. With that he pushes the tip of his finger inside you, slowly. “fuck” you breath out, it unlike anything you ever felt before. “hmmm I like virgin ass, think you can take me while Gale fills your other hole” he whispers. As on que gale starts removing his clothes. “someone is eager, I think he likes the idea” Astarion says darkly. “I, I don’t-” you breath out and moan as Astarion pushes his finger deeper inside you. “look at your eager ass sucking my finger in, you are a whole less innocent then I thought you were” he says “are you ready for Gale to fuck you darling?” he asks. “y-yes” you breath out, you need more. “eyes on me then” Gale says, grabbing your chin roughly and making you look at him. “you sure you can take me?” he asks. You nod franticly. He looks so good standing there in just his underwear, you wanna touch him, kiss him but your bound in place by the rope. “give our girl what she wants” Astarion says before he plunges another finger inside your ass.

Gale removes his underwear, and you suddenly don’t feel so sure you can actually take him. “don’t look so surprised love” Gale says his voice darker than you ever heard it before. “i-I” you can’t get the words out as a moan slips from your lips, when he enters you in one thrust. Your head falls back and your eyes close at the feeling of his thick length inside you. you never had someone this big before. “fuck your tight” Gale groans. “oh fuck” you breath feeling to full and overwhelmed already, and he hasn’t even moved yet. “How does she feel?” Astarion asks Gale. “so. Fucking. Tight” he groan as he slowly starts moving. “oh fuuuck” you moan, unable to stay silent. Your hands search for something to hold on to, but the rope is keeping you from it. “does it feel good darling” Astarion whispers in your ear as he stretches your ass with his fingers. “f-fuck y-yes” you breath out as Gale picks up speed. “hmm you like gale fucking you while I stretch your ass?”. “yes” you moan again. “good girl, look how well you’re taking us” Gale groans as he picks up speed, hitting that one spot inside you that makes you scream. Astarion’s hand clamps over your mouth again “what did I say about keeping silent darling?” he says mockingly. I moan into his hand as Gale thrust in harder and deeper. “fuck your ready to come again aren’t you, I feel you fucking clamping on my fingers” he groans. “please” you beg them, but the sound is muffles by Astarion’s hand. “what was that darling….you want it harder and…deeper?” Astarion says mockingly. “I think she said she wants it harder Gale” he says. you try to shake your head, it’s already to much but Gale picks up speed even faster and Astarion pushes a third finger in your ass. You come so hard you see stars. But both men don’t stop. No, they continue their ungodly rhythm.

“I think she’s ready for a little more” Astarion says as he pulls his finger out your ass. “no” you breathe. “I can’t” you say trying desperately to catch your breath after the best orgasm you’ve had in your life. “you can darling” Astarion says as he swiftly removes his clothing. Gale’s ruthless tempo slows and he just shallowly thrusts in and out you as a softer pace now. “hold her open for me” Astarion asks him. Gales hands come down on your ass and he pulls you ass cheeks apart. “fuck your beautiful” you hear Astarion say, before you feel something push against your back entrance. “fuck” you groan as you feel him push against you. “relax darling, let me in” he says in a more caring voice now. He pushes against you “fuck I need some lube” he says. not even a second later Gale magically conjures a bottle of lube. “and that’s why I like wizards” Astarion says before you feel something cold touch your ass. You feel Gale pull out of you just when Astarion enters you. at first it feels unpleasant, but then it feels full, so fucking full. “gods” you breathe. “you’re doing so well love” gale says his hand leaving your ass as he circles your clit, slowly, but firmly. Until Astarion is seated fully inside. “you feel so good darling” Astarion half groans “are you okay?” he asks you. “yes” you breathe “are you?” you ask him, you hate that you can’t see him right now. “I’m more than okay darling” he says before he slowly starts moving. “oh shit” you moan, why does it feel good. It also hurt a little but in some way that made you even more wet. “fuck yes darling” you hear Astarion groan. You take it as a good sign, and that he’s enjoying himself so your mind stops worrying about him.

You close your eyes enjoying the feeling. Your eyes shoot open when you feel Gale’s cock move through your folds. “Gale” you gasps as he puts himself against your entrance. “you wanted us both, so you get us both” he says darkly before he slowly thrusts inside you. your vision blurs at the overwhelming fullness you feel. “fuck I can fucking feel you” Astarion mutters to Gale. “fuck” Gale groans in response. I’m already feeling another orgasm rise. “please…please” you have no idea what you’re begging for, the stimulation overwhelming you. “come for us” Gale orders as he starts moving in and out of you again. You’re so close, you’re almost there…….. Astarion’s lips crash on Gale’s and the sight of there tongue’s clashing is enough to make you burst.

Your visions blackens for a second. Both Astarion and Gale have stopped moving. “there she is, good girl” Gale murmurs as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. “fuck I can’t anymore” you breathe. “you can do one more” Astarion says as you feel him pull out your ass. “I want to look at you as I come” he says, as he and Gale switch places.

Astarion lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him, kissing him deeply. You moan into the kiss as he enters you. the feeling is so overwhelming you don’t know if you can handle one more orgasm. “no, I can’t. please” you beg. “you can do one more darling” Astarion says as he kisses you again. you feel Gale’s presents at your back before he trust inside your back entrance in one thrust. “hmmhhmmm f-ffuuuckk” you have no idea where the sounds are coming from that leave you, and who might hear. But you’re too far gone to care. You only feel them. Gale and Astarion as they thrust in and out of your holes in a brutal paste. “fuck I’m gonna come” Gale groans. “fuck, me to” Astarion says back. “you gonna come with us love” Gale says kissing your neck. “oh fuck…FUCK!” you scream out as yet another orgasm breaks you. you feel Gale and Astarion come inside you almost at the same time. You have no idea if your still coming or if it’s another orgasm. Astarion cut’s the rope holding your hands bound to the tent. Your hand are still bound as you put them around Astarion’s neck. “I love you guys” your words come out as if your drunk or something, but you mean what you say. or at least you think you do. thinking is a little hard right now. “darling” you hear Astarion whisper. “darling come back to us”. It’s then that you realize you have closed your eyes and your face is burried in Astarion’s neck. “hm?” you open your eyes and looking at him. “there she is again” he says.

Gale walks into the tent, you didn’t even realize he left, or noticed when he pulled out of you. “let’s clean you up” he says as Astarion puts you down and unties your hands. After Gale has cleaned you up you lay down in your tent. Your cuddled up between the 2 men. Your head lays on Gales chest while Astarion’s hand is slung over you. “so you’re really okay with this?” I ask Gale. “yes, I’d do anything for your love. Besides, he isn’t so bad” he says nodding to Astarion before kissing you softly.

 Astarion has been suspiciously silent, and it worries you. you roll around to look at him. he seems lost in his mind. “Astarion?” you ask softly. You should have know he was not ready for this. “Astarion?” you ask again when he doesn’t react. “yes darling?” he says looking over at you, as his normal charming self, like nothing is wrong. “are you okay?” you ask him softly. “I am” he says smiling at you. you look at him, really look, and you know there is more to it than that. Tears spring into your eyes as you really look at him. because he doesn’t look fine. And you hate yourself for being so caught up in your lust and desires you didn’t think how this would be for him. “hey, what are the tears for darling?” he asks as he brushes them away. “I’m sorry, I just, I didn’t want you to do anything you clearly wasn’t ready for. I’m so so sorry Astarion” you tell him. “hey come here” he says holding you tightly to his chest. “I was ready, I am ready…with you I’m ready. You have nothing to apologize for. I enjoyed what we just did. It’s just” he says taking a deep breath. “it’s just what?” you ask him, looking up at him with teary eyes. “it’s just that I realize now what I missed all those years. It never felt like it does with you” he says softly. “what?” I ask him. “please don’t make me repeat that, it’s hard enough to tell you this, but yes. With you it feels right, I enjoy it and I can’t get enough of you. I’ve forgotten what that felt like” he says. “I love you” you tell him. “I love you too” he says his eyes shining like you’ve never seen them before. You place a soft kiss on his lips before you turn to Gale “and I love you” you tell him. “I love you too” he says smiling as he cuddles you from behind, as you fall asleep on Astarion’s chest.

The next morning you’re the first one awake, and you decide to make your men some breakfast. You slowly get out of their grip, careful not to wake them and leave your tent. You’re a bit sore, okay more than a bit, your ass feel raw, but it only makes you remember last night which makes you smile. “so had fun last night he?” Karlach says grinning. “I would appreciate it not waking me up in the future” Shadowheart says looking at you judging. “leave the girl be, everyone needs a little fun once in a while. And she deserves it for all she’s done for us” Wyll says, as always the gentleman. “so who was it?” Karlach asks. “oh well uhm”. “no way” Shadowheart gasps as both Gale and Astarion walk out of your tent at the same time. “go get em girl” Karlach grins, fist bumping your shoulder before everyone returns to their daily tasks. “you okay there love, your cheeks are a little flushed” Gale says. “I told you to keep silent darling” Astarion grins at you before they both kiss one of your cheeks. “now let’s get breakfast, you need to eat before round 2 tonight”.

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[ghosty-writes-23]

Take Me Home To My Heart. - Ada Wong.

!TAGS!: Lesbian relationship, Fluff, Happy Ending, NSFW Content, Sub!Ada, Dom!Fem!Reader, Rough, !CONSENT IS KEY!, Body worship, Fingering, Eating out, Choking, Doggy style, Strap on, Hair pulling, Aftercare.

Pairing: OOC!AdaWong + Fem!Reader.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: “Just Be A Good Girl, I Know You Can Take It.” Just when you thought your loving girlfriend Ada wasn't going to make it home for Valentines day, she surprises and you by coming home a few hours before midnight and you both spend the last remaining hours lost in each other in the heat of passion and even a little romance.

Word Count: 3.3k

Ghosty's Notes: Hello, I decided I wanted to publish something for Valentines Day but of course I get sick at the same time, so I thought it would be a smart idea to write 2 one-shots while I had the energy to do nothing, so I am sorry if these feel rushed or a poorly edited, I wrote these in 1 day and slept for the rest, once I am feeling better I will be working on a P.t 2 of his Precious Dollface for next month crossing my fingers and I hope you enjoy these two holiday themed one-shots about our favourite Agent and Super spy.

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

Leon's Version.

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18+ Content // Minors DO NOT Interact // 18+ Content.

Sitting in your apartment living resting on the couch, you were alone with a glass half full of red wine, a spicy enemies to lovers novel in your lap but you had lost interest in it as you glanced at the small clock on the couch side table. Today was valentine's day and your love was away on a mission fighting god knows what but that didn't stop the sad sigh that left your lips as you felt a slight clench around your heart. 

When you saw all your friends posting online about there special valentines dates with their significant other, It made you want her to selfishly come home and spend valentine's day with you but that wasn’t possible, you weren't even sure if she was in the country at the moment, You understood her job and that there were times you wouldn’t see her for months on end, but there still doesn’t make the pain in your chest go away. 

Taking a sip out of your wine glass you place it back on the table as you placed your bookmark in your book before closing it then placing it on the table, you glanced up at the TV seeing a random show playing you had put it on so it wasn’t completely silent.

Grabbing the remote you decided to flick off the TV and head up to yours and Ada’s shared bedroom to try and get some sleep, lately you hadn’t been sleeping well getting off the couch you started walking upstairs when you heard what sounded like the front door unlocking as soon as the front door opened your feeling as if it was beating out of your chest. 

Ada walked through the door, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, she was holding what looked like a small bag and a bottle of something, she looked exhausted but she gave you a small smile you could see the tension melt from her body as her eyes met yours, closing the front door behind her and placed her things on the small table beside the door.

“Your home.” you say softly as you were slightly shocked but over the moon that she was home alive and safe, soon you found yourself running over to her and hugging her tightly, you heard a soft noise leave her lips at the impact your body hit hers but she wrapped her arms around you just as quickly.

"I’m home.” she softly repeated what you said as she gave the top of your head a kiss, you pull away slightly and go on your tippy toes and softly kiss her lips were soft and warm against yours, you could taste her sweet lip balm and the scent of her perfume filling your senses making you feel truly relaxed to finally have your love home.

“I have a gift for you?” Ada says making you look at her with a raised eyebrow, moving away slightly she handed you a small bag, inside was a small box, opening the small box was 2 lockets with your favourite picture of you both and both your initials engraved on the back.

“When did you have time to do this?” you asked as you admired the piece of jewelry. “I got it done just before my last mission, I was going to give it to you then but I got called away early.” Ada says with a sad look on her face but you smiled up at her as you took one of the lockets out from the box. 

“This is so thoughtful.” you say looking up at your girlfriend who had a slight blush on her cheeks, they looked expensive and good quality. “So you can have a piece of me while I'm away on missions.” Ada says as she places a kiss on the top of your head then she grabs the locket from your hand and moves your hair before she clips it around your neck, the locket falling to the middle of your breasts. 

“I love you.” you heard her mumble as she placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, then another just under your ear. “I love you too princess, now why don’t we go upstairs and celebrate what little time we have left of valentines day?” you suggested as you felt her nibbling on your neck, causing you to giggle softly at the feeling, once she nodded her head and laced her fingers with yours you grabbed the bottle she had brought and led her upstairs to your guys shared bedroom. 

As you both walked up the stairs you both were locked in a heated and passionate kiss, your arms around her neck and legs around her waist she held you up by your thighs as she walked up the stairs and into your shared bedroom, once inside your bedroom she laid you on the big comfortable bed breaking the kiss you both were breathing heavily and there was a blush on both of your cheeks.

“Are you the dom tonight?” you asked in a teasing tone there was a sly grin on your face as well, it was a rare sight to see Ada wanting to take control in the bedroom. Usually she was your pillow princess, but it seemed a switch had flipped in her tonight. 

Ada nodded her head as her gloved hand went under your shirt, the cold leather causing a shiver to run through your body before she tugged your shirt up to where it was just covering your eyes like a blindfold, leaving you in just your panties since you didn’t feel like wearing a bra tonight, the air was slightly chilly but your body felt hot as all your other senses were heightened due to your sight being taken away. You felt Ada’s lips on your neck causing a soft noise to leave your lips as she started to trail kisses and soft nibbles down your neck to your chest. 

Her kisses were soft and gentle, almost teasing with how feather light they were as they travelled down your stomach to the top of your panties, your breathing had picked up slightly you wanted to touch her but you couldn’t as your t-shirt kept your arms in place above your head, but if you had to guess Ada had a smirk on her face. Her gloved hands made their way up your sides before she softly pinched your nipples causing a soft moan to leave your lips at the slight painful pleasure.

“You're teasing me.” you say as you found your hands softly gripping the pillow behind you so desperately wanted to see her you could feel your pussy clenching around nothing, soon there was the sound of material tearing and before you could ask Ada what was that, you felt her warm tongue on your heat collecting your slick and causing a soft whine to leave your lips as you bucked your hips. 

“Shit.” you cursed softly when you felt her roughly gripped your thighs, her gloved fingers digging in possibly leaving bruises but you didn’t care, she feasted on you as if you were her last meal her soft groans as she pulled you closer by your thighs, her tongue circling your clit before she softy sucked, you so desperately wanted to see her face you wanted to see the blush on her cheeks, the glossy and hazy in her eyes as her tongue was buried inside of you wanted to see her bruised lips. 

“Wanna see you.” you were able to breathe out in between your moans, you could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, soon your t-shirt was fully removed from you and you took in Ada’s appearance. Her inky black hair slightly messy with some stuck to her forehead, her lips were bruised slightly but wet with your slick, her eyes holding the look of lust but warmth causing your heart to skip a beat and your pussy to clench around nothing.

“Happy?” she asked as she bites one end of her gloved fingertips and pulls the glove off with her teeth before you felt two of her fingers run up and down your slit collecting your slick, You nodded your head finally being able to see your girlfriend.

She grinned at you before you felt her two fingers sink onto your gummy walls causing you to bite down on your bottom lip, she always knew where your sweet spots were as she curled her fingers causing your toes to curl slightly. “So wet princess.” Ada says with a teasing tone but all you could do was nod your head, it felt different being the bottom or the sub this time but it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” Ada asked as she placed a soft kiss on your cheek as if she was trying to be sweet while her fingers were skillfully knuckles deep in your pussy. 

“Yes, but it wasn’t the same, I couldn't finish.” you say bucking your hips slightly when her thumb started to rub your clit, you were close and she knew it you heard her softly chuckle as she kissed your neck no doubt leaving little love bites. “Couldn’t you come without me, your precious little princess.” she teases and you would have rolled your eyes at her comment if she didn't make you feel so good, she was being a brat and she knew it.

“Watch it sweetheart.” you warned her but you felt your eyes roll back when he curled her finger hitting your sweet spot more. “What are you going to do about it?” she grinned before she felt her gently nibbled on your ear, this was the final straw and you felt yourself cumming on her fingers. 

Once you finally got your breathing under control you knew what you needed to do, reaching over you carefully grabbed Ada by the back of the neck and kissed her deeply, you could taste yourself on her lips but that was the least of your worries, right now you needed to tam your little brat, softly biting her bottom lip you heard her softly moan she make act all bratty and naughty but deep down you knew she just wanted to be your good girl, breaking the kiss you trailed your lips up to her ear before softly biting the shell of it. 

“Go grab the box from the cupboard.” you whisper into her ear, as she got off the bed you decided to clean yourself and the bed up, soon Ada came back with the box and you couldn’t help but smirk because you knew what was in that box.

“Strip.” you asked, taking the box from her and placing it on the bed, there was a slight blush on her cheeks but she nodded her head and started to strip, you admired her body with all its curves and scars. To you she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen and sometimes you felt as if you didn’t deserve her. When her red dress hit the floor you walked over to her and gently cupped her face before kissing her softly, you felt her melt against you as soft noise left her lips. 

When you pulled away a soft whine left her lips making you chuckle softly before you turned her around so she was facing the bed. “Since my princess is being a brat, i guess i have to make her my good girl now.” you say before you gently pushed her onto the bed she made a soft noise when she wet the bed before she turned her head and looked at you, passion, lust and love swimming in her dark eyes, she wanted this and you knew it. Opening the box you grabbed the strap on and the small bottle of lube, you didn’t want to hurt your girlfriend. 

You stepped into the harness and strapped it around your waist and thighs, it was Ada’s favourite it was the perfect size and curve it always left her a mess, walking over to her you grabbed her by the hip and pulled her up so now she was on her hands and knees, glancing down you could see how wet she was it was partially running down her thighs kneeling down you placed a soft kiss on her back and trailed kisses down her body even giving her ass a little bite before you ran your tongue up her folds from the back. 

Her taste makes your eyes roll back slightly feasting on your girlfriend was your favourite thing to do, you could stay for hours in between her legs if she would let you, but she gets too embarrassed especially when she squirts but that's a story for a different day, after having a little taste you felt Ada wiggle her hips showing she needed something more, grabbing the bottle of lube you reluctantly pulled away licking your lips and applied a small blob of the clear liquid, she was wet almost soaking but you wanted to be extra careful not to hurt her even if she thinks she will be okay.

Standing up you moved behind her and gently tapped the plastic strap against her pussy, Ada looked over her shoulder at you, her eyes where dazed her lips bitting slightly raw, she looked fucked out already and you hadn’t even touched her, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder you slowly slid in her a soft moan leaving her lips as she gripped the pillow underneath her, it had been a while since the last time you to where this intimate. 

“Are you ok?” you asked wanting to make sure she was ok, you placed gentle kisses around her neck and shoulder as you waited for her to adjust to the size, you could hear her take a few breaths before she nodded her head and gave you a small kind smile. “I’m ok you can move now.” she says giving you the greenlight, smiling you softly began to move your hips in small movements as you softly bit into the soft flesh of her neck causing whine like moans to leave her lips.

Once you knew she was comfortable, you thought this would be a good time to get some payback for her being a brat, you moved and gripped her hips and started to move your own hips quicker causing your thrusts to do deeper, this caused her moans to become louder as she gripped the pillows beneath her.

“Are you my brat or my good girl?” you asked as you thrust into her quickly your hands finding their way to her soft ink black hair and tugging on it slightly, when you didn’t get an answer you stopped your movements causing Ada to whine softly and begin moving her own hips, but you spanked her ass causing a hiss through her teeth. 

“I expect an answer princess, are you my brat or my good girl?” you asked in her ear before you softly bit her earlobe, you heard her suck in a breath when you trailed your hand around her neck and gave a soft squeeze. “I’m your good girl.” she says as you swear you could see hearts in her eyes showing you how fucked out she was, smiling softly you gave another squeeze ever so gently before you started moving your hips again, but this time you pulled her against your body, you could see a little bulge where the strap was in her stomach. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” you asked as you thrusted into her quickly and used your hand that wasn’t around her neck to rub her clit, you could see her eyes were rolling back and her moans were getting more high pitched. “Yes.” she choked out in between moans, her body was trembling. You could tell this was going to be a big one, moving so now she is laying flat on the bed, you used the last of your energy to get her to finish. 

“What do good girls ask when they want to cum?” you asked as you gripped the pillow just by her head, you could feel the burning in your thighs and your back, but you pushed those aside as you wanted to make your girlfriend feel good.

“Please can I cum?” she asks, looking as you desperately, sweat covered both your bodies and your hair stuck to your forehead, using the hand that was around her neck you used it to angle her head so you could kiss her. “Cum.” was all you said before kissing her, you swallowed her moans as you felt her body tremble as she came undone in your hands. 

Once her trembling started to calm down you gently pulled away and rested your forehead on hers a grin on both of your lips. “Happy Valentine's Day princess.” you say as you move some hair out of her face, she nuzzled into her hand breathing heavily. “Happy Valentine's Day.” Ada says with a gentle smile as she leaned forward and kissed you again.

Half An Hour Later

You and Ada laid together in your bathtub as you finally cleaned up after a couple more rounds, both of you were sore and tried but so glad to finally have each other back, the tub was decorated with candles and rose petals every on brand for the day, placing a gentle kiss on Ada’s shoulder you heard her hum softly as she sipped on a glass of the champagne she had brought for you both.

“I almost forgot your valentine's day gift.” you say when you remembered about the small box in your bedside table draw, moving out the tub you heard Ada whine as you tied your bath robe around yourself and softly kissed her head as she stayed in the tub.

Going back into your shared bedroom you grabbed the small box and took a deep breath, this could either go really good or really bad you were hoping for the first option, walking back into the bathroom you noticed Ada was resting against the side of the table, a dopey smile on her face that you rarely get to see only when she is really relaxed and comfortable, her ears perked up when she heard you enter the room with a small box in your hand. 

“I have something I want to ask you?” you say trying to hide the nerves in your voice, you didn’t know why you felt nerves it felt right you and her together forever but that still didn’t help the nerves, you saw Ada nod her head and slowly you kneeled down on one knee and opened the small box which contained a small diamond ring you knew she had been eyeing when you went out shopping together, you even got it custom sized and engraved.

“Will you marry me?” you asked her feeling as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, you could see Ada thinking about it. “Are you sure you want to be with somebody like me?” you heard her ask her voice was quiet and small not what you were expecting, reaching up you gently placed a hand on her cheek.

“I couldn’t picture my life with anybody else, I want you Ada and only you.” you say to her and you could swear you saw tears in her arms before she hugged you tightly, the position was a little awkward but you didn’t care.

“So is that a yes.” you asked against her neck, she nodded her head as you pulled away slightly and took the ring out of the box, it had “Forever & Always’ engraved in the band of the ring. “Perfect fit.” she says, admiring the ring. “Just like us.” you say causing her to roll her eyes but her smile warms your heart, you made the right decision you wanted to be with Ada forever and always.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your second day isn’t as intimidating. You find your desk by yourself and even remembered your honey bear mug! You tuck your bag underneath as your computer boots and check your phone for any updates from your blog. Nothing special, just a hobby.

You yawn and sign in, taking two tries to remember your credentials correctly. You check the shared calendar and see that you have a meeting after lunch with IT. Daniella mentioned you had to get your security passes before the end of the week, that’s probably what that’s for.

You swivel back and forth as you open up your training list. You’re making good progress. You think. You don’t really know. It seems like a lot and despite feeling as if you’ve run a marathon, there are only a few ticks marked off.

Before you dive in, you need a pick-me-up. You really liked that butterscotch coffee but you might try something new. You enter the kitchen and wait behind a woman you don’t know as she brews her coffee. When she’s done, she returns your ‘good morning’ but doesn’t stop to chat. Must be a busy day.

You place your cup on the tray and pick out a French Vanilla pod. You don’t really know what the difference between regular vanilla and French vanilla is. Maybe the French stuff is fancy. Ooh la la.

You hum as the coffee grinds. It sounds angry. Well, it is probably the most overworked fellow in this place. Every day, seeing the heart caffeine hounds, having them poke his face, and glare until he does his jobs.

It’s a machine. Your mother always said you put a bit too much empathy into objects without sentience. Well, your English teacher shouldn’t have made you read that book about Electric Sheep or whatever.

Your cup is full and you grab it, focused on putting the lid on it to keep it nice and warm. As you turn, you fail to stop in time. Your hand knocks against the man’s chest and you gasp as coffee splashes onto his dark shirt. Not much as you manage to block most of it but enough to make him grunt and step back.

It’s him! Oh no. You’ve upset him again.

“I’m sorry, mister,” you say as you hold out your dripping cup, “I didn’t hear you. You sure are quiet.”

He grumbles and stomps to the sink, slamming his mug down as he snatches paper towels from the dispenser. You bite your lip nervously and near. You keep your cup from dripping onto your light blue cardigan with the little white clouds.

“Can I have some–”

He wipes his hands and shirt with a growl. He swipes up his cup without and answer and moves around you to the coffee machine. His cup hits the tray hard and he jabs the screen as it beeps at him in demand of a pod. He takes one and peels open the package before shoving it inside.

“I’m really sorry,” you say as you dry off your cup and fix the lid firmly, “you snuck up on me… like a wolf.”

He shakes his head and looks at the ceiling. He’s tall, his posture is straight and unbending, making you more conscious of your slouching. He wears all black that day, it makes him look lean, and the silver rings shine around his fingers. You only then notice the stud in his ear.

“Oh! I like your earring–”

“Why are you talking to me?” He snarls without looking at you.

You recoil and sputter. You’re not being rude. You’re just trying to be nice. He reminds you of that guy in university who used to call you airhead.

“Because… I wanna?” You say with a shrug, “I still didn’t get your name.”

“Look, I’m not interested in making friends. I come in,” he takes his cup from the tray, “do my work,” he points at you past the porcelain, “and I mind my goddamn business.”

He turns and strides out, another beastly sneer rolling out of him. You furrow your brow and pout at the door. Tammy enters with her own mug, a bright pink thing with a picture of Dolly Parton on it. Ah, you get it, 9-5.

“Ugh, that man is always in a mood,” she says.

“Yeah…” you agree thinly.

“Try not to get in his way. Five years and he’s never said a word to me. It’s too bad, he’s not bad on the eyes.”

You don’t acknowledge her last sentence. It’s not very appropriate for the workplace and she’s married. Quite happily as she only ever talks about her husband. You tell her to enjoy her coffee and go back to your desk.

Maybe you should just steer clear. Eat at your desk or somewhere else.

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #drabble #series #au #sunshine lollipops and rainbows #snowpiercer

[maxiroff]

I guess your not who I thought you were. Part 2 ~ Natasha Romanoff

Summary: How will Natasha fix the thing that meant the most to her? After all she was the one to ruin it in the first place.

I recommend you read part one here first to understand this if you haven’t already.

Paring: Popular Natasha x bullied reader

Words: 1462

Warnings: Angst but with a happy ending this time. I think that’s all.

Note: I hope this is good for those who asked for a part two even if I couldn’t fulfill all your request.

She remembered the day like it was yesterday, the day she broke your heart. “I would never wear something as ugly as that, it's even uglier than you.” She regretted those words the moment she said them. The way she could see your bottom lip start to tremble and your eyes filling with tears. She could feel your heart shattering before her. She lost you, the only one she truly cared about, the only person she truly loved.

She tried everything, she tried calling, texting, even knocking on your door but you never answered. She knew of your mental state and if she hadn’t overheard Wanda talk about your school she would have thought you had done something, something stupid. Even the thought of never getting to see you again scares her to death. She will do everything to get you back, to prove to you just how much you mean to her, how much she loves you.

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Once again you listened to your phone ring as you laid in your bed, same name everyday. Each time it broke your heart a little more. Everything felt meaningless, getting up from bed was one of the hardest things you'd ever done. You were tired even though sleeping was all you did.

“I love you so much my darling. You are the most valuable thing in my life and I’ll wear this as a sign of that.” How could she lie so bluntly to your face? She made you feel like the most special girl in the world. Time after time she held you as cried, laughed and slept in her arms. Time after time she told you how much she loved and cared for you. Everything felt like a lie, maybe it was. Maybe you were just a bet made by her friends. It wouldn't surprise you, you were already the biggest joke in school. “I love you” you could hear her voice over and over again.

You were so stuck in your head you didn’t notice another person in the room until she was curled up against you, holding you in her arms.

“Hey love, you need to get up, it's been weeks since it happened.”

Wanda’s voice sounded almost like a void, which she noticed, trying to bring you back to reality by pressing you harder against her body.

“I know it has been, I just feel so paralyzed, I can't even look at my own phone without having some kind of flashback, how am I supposed to face her.” Even now you could feel your eyes blurring as Wanda tightened her grip around you.

“Well it certainly won't get better by laying her all day. So as your best friend and roommate I am making the hard decision for you and taking you back to school”

“No” “Yes” “No” “Yes, you don't get a say in this Y/N. You can not let this ruin the rest of your life” You know she had a point, you couldn’t just put your life on paus, that's not how it works.

“Fine, I’ll go.” “Yesss” Wandra spoke excitedly as she almost squeezed you to death.

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All eyes were on you, by now the whole school knew what happened between you and Natasha. You reach back for the hood on hoodie bringing it over your head trying desperately to shield yourself from prying eyes. The floor suddenly became very interesting. So interesting you didn't notice you walked right into the person you were trying to avoid and dropped all your books in the process.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry I wasn’t looking and- “ The words caught in your throat when you looked up to see who it was. While your heart told you to embrace her and try to get her back, even though you did nothing wrong, your instincts told you to run as fast as you could. You tried to do the latter but as soon as you bent down to pick up your book Natasha did the same.

“Let me help you, it was my fault anyway.” she said as she reached for the books making your hands touch at the top of the books. You quickly moved out of the way as if her touch burned your skin. The anger burned through your body as you got flashbacks of the loving feeling her touch used to bring you. “No thanks, wouldn't want you to be seen with someone like me” you said, turning to walk away as fast as you can with the books in your arms.

“Wait please Y/N” your hear behind you as she grabs your arm tight, keeping you with her. “Did you at least get my flowers?” She sounded desperate as if you actually meant something to her. And how could you forget the flowers? She sent you a beautiful bouquet of blue and purple hyacinths, the flowers signifying constancy, regret and sincerity. She had also sent a handwritten note stating how sorry she was, how much she loved me and how she was going to fix everything. But how can you fix something that is so destroyed and broken beyond repair.

“I did” you said in a strict voice glaring at her. Your tone making her heart ache more than it already was. You had never spoken to her in such a cold way and it scared her more than anything. “And?”

“And what? What do you want me to say huh? That I forgive you just like that, because you gave me flowers. That's not how it works. How could I ever trust you again after what you did?” While Natasha’s heart broke at the tears welling up in your eyes you became even more furious at the thought of Natasha seeing you cry like some weak idiot. She took the hand that you weren’t holding the books in. Softly stroking the upper part of your palm as a way to calm you down.

“Please, let me prove it to you, that you can trust me. Please, I’m begging you. You're all I have, I can't lose you”. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek. She had already experienced what it was like to lose you once and she wouldn’t survive it again. To never be able to hold you tight against her while watching a movie, never be able to hear you laugh again, never get to kiss your soft lips again or to be intimate in any way. It was a thought worse than death.

“How? How can you do that?”

“Like this” she said as you suddenly found her lips pressed against your own, her hands finding their way to your hair and jaw keeping you in place. You books falling once again to the floor at the surprise. It was like in the movies, the sound around you from other students all but forgotten, like it was just you and her. Like the whole world stopped and no one besides you and Natasha mattered in that moment. Your tears overflowing by the overwhelming feeling of finally having her lips against yours again. Unfortunately the moment ended when you pulled away filing your lunges with some much needed air. That's when you looked around and noticed everyone looking at you with a stunned look on their faces. In that moment she showed you she wasn't ashamed or afraid to show you off to anyone, fuck them and their opinions.

“Please” Her eyebrows furrowed together and you could see the look of desperation in her eyes waiting for a response from you. “I can’t forgive you right away Natasha, this is a start but it's going to take some time.” Those words gave Natasha relief, she knew she still had a chance.

“I understand and I will do anything to earn your trust back.” Her hand trails down your arm and softly squeezed your hand in reassurance. “Do you” you said as you looked deep in her eyes. “Do you really understand? You broke me Nat and it’s going to take a lot of effort to heal me again”

“I know” You could hear the regret and shame in her hushed whisper.

“But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.” And you actually believed her this time. You could see it in her facial expression and her vibrant green eyes. They're not wrong when they say that the eye is the window to your soul. “Okej, then you can continue to prove it when you pick me up for dinner today at six”. The smile spreading across her face could light up a whole room.

“I will, thank you for giving me a second chance you won't regret it”.

And she was right. You didn’t regret it, not for a moment.

Taglist: @newawakening9 @fanfictioniseverything @username2335 @yourmamacom @wizardofstories

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff angst #natasha x you #natasha angst #angst with a happy ending #natasha x reader angst

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Part 2 of Yandere Male Alice x White Rabbit Reader? Tho it dose seem to be going into a nsfw story with how he be acting lol

Not necessarily...

🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Male Alice x White Rabbit Reader | 2

You sighed as you saw his baby blue form from the queen’s balcony. Ever since your ‘relationship’ had begun with the outsider things had been…different. Even the Queen of Hearts turned a blind eye when Alice openly threatened your coworkers. 

“Here he comes…” You sighed out loud alerting the queen who was sipping on her tea. 

“I’ll be finishing up then. If you would escort him up here. I’d like to avoid another….incident like last time.”

“Yes, my queen.” You bowed before excusing yourself from the Queen’s tea room. As soon as you shut the heart doors, you made use of your bunny legs; booking it down the tower stairs. Hopping past the card guards you thankfully were able to meet with Alice before he made it to the second floor. 

“Oh hi, baby! How was work today? Have you eaten yet?” Immediately thousands of questions flew from pink lips as the man tightly held you against his chest. 

You returned the hug if only to signal with your hands to the newbie guards. Thankfully taking the hint they returned to their post and you kept Alice occupied. 

“Uh Alice, the queen wanted to have tea with you.”

Alice grimaced, “Tea? During your lunch?! Has that woman truly gone insane?!” 

You calmed him the best you could, being sure to hold his hand close to your chest. He blushed heavily immediately changing his face from a scowl to a satisfied smile. Riding off his high you dragged him up the steps; chuckling in your head when he tripped trying to keep up with you. Finally arrived at those same heart-shaped doors you knocked on before presenting your boyfriend. 

“Your highness, Alice Liddell.”

You stood at attention letting Alice come into the room. Without looking at him your ears shrunk back with his intimidating visage. In direct competition the queen gives off her own intense aura one that refuses to falter at his entry.

“Hearts. Are you really going to let my bunny work during their lunch?”

Despite the near growling Alice was doing the queen was biting in her response. 

“Please, you come in here without even a curtsy demanding to know what I do with my staff! I don’t have to tell you anything.” 

You watched the vein popping out of his clenched fist as he harshly glared at the Queen of Hearts who kept her face still. In a silent conversation delivered through their respective glares, Alice groaned sitting across from the queen who pridefully sipped her piping hot tea. With the clink of her cup to it’s saucer, she hummed before directing her burgundy gaze to you. 

“Take your lunch (Y/n). And send for the twins; give them instructions to stay outside the room until the tea is red once more.”

“Yes, your highness. Excuse me.”

You bowed quickly, hopping at posthaste with your clock out of your suit pocket. With the door closed and the two finally alone all, if any existed in the first place, platitudes were dropped. The queen let her stone-face wrinkle with disgust as she held her chin up high and crossing her arms. 

“The scent of an outsider is undebatingly repulsive!” 

“Your one to talk…not many would want to be a room with a cannibal while they eat.”

They continued to glare at one another once more before pulling away. Alice looked out the window seeing your white ears bob through the maze as you left to eat your lunch. Alice clenched his teeth determined to see you before your break was over. 

“You deprive me of my special lunch with my bunny…what do you want, Hearts?”

“Don’t act like your not smothering them…but anyway I need to know the extent at which you intend to continue your hunt?”

The pout Alice wore became a wide sadistic smile.

The queen continued, “The only reason none are acutely aware of my tastes is moderation…something you are not showing despite being granted your ‘antidote’.”

“Awwww,” Alice feigned sadness. Gleefully leaning as he spoke,” Must you refer to my love so coldly? With how much I’ve had to do to get your approval for so much as dating them is insane.”

The queen didn’t speak instead letting a shadow cover the half of her face as she turned her head.

Alice went on,“No. Normally a husband wouldn’t have to do so much to appease their inlaws.” 

“...Don’t be presumptuous. I think your wrongly under the impression that we won’t bear our spears towards the only outsider we’ve let change the fate of our world.”

“Oh? But didn’t you try that already? That’s why the dormmouse and the mock turtle no longer exist, don’t you remember?”

A vein began to show on the queens forehead, eventually dissipating as she released her clutch against the folds of her dress. With a sigh of calm she forged on.

“They were acting on their own volition. That was not a collective effort. But depending on your results that may change.”

Alice for once faltered unable to recognize the look in the queen’s eyes. A woman who’d sooner behead someone in an angry fit of rage than actually diffuse the situation. A queen who delighted in a rotten consumption with intentions to behead all who refused to comply. The queen who’s anger nearly destroyed Wonderland…twice.

She was calm. 

And Alice didn’t know why.

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about that now Alice.” Returning his curious wrinkle in his brow with that stone-faced visage of a true queen. She took a sip of her tea pulling away to smile with unsmudged blood red lips.

“ Consider this a warning, Alice Lidell: Wonderland may not be a place of order but it is a place of heart. And we protect our hearts no matter how inconsequential they may seem.”

Before Alice could say any more the door opened showing the youngest twin giving an elegant curtsy that was borderline mocking as she wordlessly beckoned the man in blue. Alice turned again standing to make a point only to be startled by the other twin silently twirling his mini mallet already behind the queen. 

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Finally exiting the tower Alice left in an even worse mood than before. He felt something he no longer associated with when he was in Wonderland. 

Confusion.

He thought he had dispelled it from his system and that the world no longer quivered with unfamiliar haze. But it did. And Alice couldn’t bring himself to happily chase after his bunny, the feeling racked his body with a stillness he hated to remember. 

“Alice? You doing okay?”

The harmony of your voice graced Alice’s ears, snapping his head up in surprise. Twitching in all your rabbit glory Alice spied the cloth-wrapped bundle you gingerly held to your chest. Smelling the aroma of freshly baked bread he tilted his head in curiosity.

“Oh yeah, Duke made some widget bread for Hatter’s. I picked out the widgets for you so you could at least eat something.”

Wasting no time you placed the bundle in his arms before hopping past him to reenter the heart themed tower. Hearing the creak of the door and not its slamming, Alice turned around to see you with your foot in the door. 

“So? Was I right? She didn’t feed you, right?”

Alice had to compose himself. Silently gulping saliva into his mouth he confirmed, blushing at the regression of his actions towards you. Once again unburying the feelings he thought he had overcome. 

“Figured. She’s always forgetting to feed her guests, anyway see you after work!” Blowing a half-hearted kiss you disappeared behind the barrier of those heart-shaped doors. 

Realizing he needed to breath, Alice floored himself now pouting with the bread in his hands. How could he let you go without your lunchtime kiss? But he figured he’d survive with the image of your bunny-cuteness sent in a blown kiss for him…just for him. With a skip in his step Alice began to make his way off the Heart’s property with one thing in his heart and the confusion that gripped him

He wasn’t giving (Y/n) up that was for sure and since his…protective habits were the issue then he’d change things. Just like they wanted. He has the love of his life. If his hunting was the problem he’d move to a different forest. This is his dream after all and who were they to rectify the confused and ‘lost’ Alice Liddell. 

#yandere genderbend alice #yandere alice in wonderland #yandere disney genderbend #yandere disney #yandere disney x reader #yandere alice #yandere alice lidelle #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere Alice x white rabbit reader

[kurogane2512]

hi, I saw you were back in the request game!! would it be possible to get a request for a smutty HSR Himeko x f!reader with naked cuddling/comforting/pampering? (sorry if that's too vague) I just know she's really nice to curl up with... thanks so much!!! love your work!

Of course, anon! Himeko will always have a special place in my heart no matter the game <3 *cue Dr Strange 2's I have loved you in every universe meme*

(18+) CONTENT MDNI

Type: Smut and Fluff (boob play, fingering, kissing, praising, very slight angst, established relationship, comfort sex)

Character: HSR Himeko X Fem!reader

The Astral Express soared through the starry space after departing from Jarilo-VI, the planet of Eternal Freeze. Everyone was sound asleep in their rooms after an eventful journey at Belobog while you decided to meet the navigator, Himeko— who was also your lover but the rest of the crew hadn't been told yet.

You found out she was still awake, drinking her coffee as usual and reading a book beside the window. She happily allowed you in to sit beside her and offered you some coffee which you refused, making her curious since she knew you liked the coffee she made.

"Um, Himeko....I wanted to talk to you."

Himeko smiled and put her cup down then held your hand and guided you towards her bed, you both sitting down beside each other as she patiently waited for you to speak. She slowly extended her hand towards your face and cupped it, making you look at her and she was taken by surprise by the look on your face.

"I sensed it earlier but I didn't think it was so serious....What's making you so upset, sweetheart?"

A tear rolled down your cheek which she tenderly wiped away with her thumb then wrapped her arms around your head and pulled you towards her chest, hugging you lightly. More tears flowed down your eyes as you held onto her, silently weeping, her hand continuously caressing your head.

"I feel....v-very sad about what happened at Belobog, with Cocolia...She didn't deserve that, I wanted to save her but...."

Your breath hitched as you struggled to form words, telling your true feelings to your beloved.

"I understand why you feel that way, my dear. But you have to know some things can't be helped...."

You nodded and held her tighter, your face buried in her neck.

"Also, I miss everyone...the people at Belobog. And....I don't want to do the mission by Kafka, I have a bad feeling about her...."

Himeko's eyes widened for a moment, she wanted to ask some questions but held back and instead cupped your face to pull up and gaze at you lovingly before leaning in and connecting your lips together in a gentle kiss. You quickly melted into the kiss as if you were craving for it, without any hesitation.

Before long, your clothes were discarded as you laid on the bed together holding each other closely. Your face was nestled between her boobs, fondling with one hand while sucking the other. She caressed your head and softly moaned, her angelic voice was music to your ears and gave you comfort.

"Mhm~ Y-Y/n....aahn~ You are being...q-quite intense!~"

"Sorry, I was just feeling....a bit down."

Himeko chuckled and kissed your forehead, "I know, I'm not going to deny you. In fact, let me care for you instead~"

"It's okay, I can ju—"

"Sshh~ Leave it all to me, my darling~"

You nodded with a blush and followed her as she pulled you closer, your face burying in her boobs while she slid her hand towards your abdomen. You immediately flinched feeling her fingers tease your clit and tightened your hold around her. Her rosy scent clouded your senses, making you feel at ease as she slowly rubbed her fingers over your folds.

"Just relax, Y/n. You worked very hard back there and your insecurities are natural but I want you to know that you don't have to force yourself through them alone...."

Himeko's angelic voice rang in your ears now and soon enough, her fingers parted your folds. All of your body was wrapped in her and all your senses were engulfed by her, you felt heavenly at this moment. You gently kneaded her boobs while her digits fingered you, your voice moaning out at the sensations. She was everything you needed at this moment, all your worries were washed away and replaced by her.

"H-Himeko......mhm~ I-I'm close...."

Her fingers slowly thrusted in and out of you, hitting your most sensitive spots while her lips planted several kisses on your face.

"Let it out, my love. Entrust yourself to me~"

You had completely given up at this point, you suddenly hugged her even more and your walls clenched onto her fingers. She thrusted and scissored a few more times before you finally released, moaning into her neck as you held her. She smiled and held your face to place kisses all over— your cheeks, eyelids, nose, forehead— every place she adored.

"I'm always here for you, my sweetheart. Don't think you are ever alone on this journey, share your burdens with me, alright?"

Tears welled up in your eyes at her deep words then you nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Himeko. I love you..."

"Hehe, I love you too~"

#honkai star rail #himeko x reader #honkai star rail himeko #star rail smut #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #hsr himeko

[alwaysaglader]

With you, even when I lose, I am winning (Charles Leclerc X Reader)

Y/N's P.O.V

An unexpected line of events happened on this lazy Sunday afternoon when my best friend, Charles, showed up at my door with his luggage in one hand and a bouquet of flowers on his other hand.

Taken by surprise and excitement at his early arrival only a few hours after the GP ended, I couldn't help but have a huge smile plastered onto my face as I leaped into his arms, making him chuckle and spin me around in his own excitement.

Still confused as to what he was doing here so early, I couldn't resist feeling my smile grow more as he explained that he booked an immediate flight right after the GP to come stay with me every minute he could during this 2 weeks break before the next GP.

Who knew that what started as a dull Sunday afternoon was to be twisted to an amazing evening now that Charles was here, already unpacking his luggage for the next 2 weeks!!

Charles being home for the break always insists on making me home cooked meals as much as he can, regardless of my complaints being that this week being his time to rest. All cause he knows all too well how much I dislike cooking hence my tendency to always order take out and never having a home cooked meal.

So Charles though he'd surprise me with a new recipe Carlos had taught him, which started off well by the looks of it, but ended up with smoke puffing out of my oven and a very roasted of something that I am not sure what cooling down on my counter top.

Right now, we were laughing on the kitchen floor, eating the ice cream Charles picked up on the way from the airport instead of Carlos's special recipe.

Eating between bouts of laughter had Charles struggling to get the spoon straight into either of our mouths, which resulted with both of us with ice cream all over our faces.

Next thing I know Charles had his phone pointed at me a chuckle escaping his lips and I heard the click sound before I could even react to his fast reflexes. "Ma belle, you look so adorable. Like a Cookie Monster".

"Charles I look gross" I whined in a failed attempt to grab the phone from his grip. "Look at me. I am sleep deprived and exhausted".

"I've even got raccoon eyes" I moved closer and widened my eyes at him which only made him let out a chuckle before leaning in closer and brushing his fingers along my cheeks.

"And you're still more beautiful than any sunrise I've ever seen" he whispered ever so softly.

"And I've seen sunrises all around the world ma cherie so you cannot argue with me" he said with a cheeky grin and rubbed my back while he continued to hold me close. I hummed and smiled, loving this moment. 

"So mon armor" he started softly after a moment of comfortable silence, but I could feel a hint of caution in his voice this time like he was trying to tread lightly on something. "Tell me what's been going on with you lately?".

His question caught me off guard as I raised my head from looking at the ice cream tub to capture his concerned eyes looking into mine, before looking back down quickly when I felt my heart hurt at his look of worry towards me.

"Ma bella what's going on in that beautiful mind?" he asked again, this time tilting my head back up gently with his two fingers under my chin.

"Nothing. I'm fine" I said quickly, looking back down and aimlessly stirring the melted ice cream in the tub.

"Y/N" I heard Charles say, before feeling the warmth of his big, tender hands being placed on mine. "Mon armor, you're lying. When you're upset don't lie to me when you can talk about it".

"No matter what it is, even if it's about me. I am here for you" he continued in a soft tone, gently rubbing circles on my skin with the tip of his thumbs, "and my goal is to make you happy and keep you there. Even if someone else gets you down it is my job to bring you back up".

Before I knew it tears started to stream down my face from the mere moment I looked up at him and met with his concerned eyes and gentle smile making me vulnerable in his presence. 

Hurriedly covering my face with my hands I tried to looked away, but the moment I felt the tears rolling down my face I felt Charles big hands being placed over mine removing them from my puffed up face.

"Y/N, no, don't you dare hide your tears from me" he said, peppering a few kisses over the trail of tears while his hands wiped away the tears dripping down my chin. "When you are crying you are beautiful too".

After a few moments of being in a bubble of silence, I felt Charles shuffle to wrap his arms around me and gently engulfing me in his warm embrace. "Y/N, what's going on?".

A silence fell on us again, when I was at a loss of words of how I could even begin to explain the chaos in my head lately without sounding crazy.

Charles sensed my struggle to express myself, something he's always known about me, and never forced me to. Instead he pressed a soothing kiss on my forehead, and continued to stroke my hair gently, calming my heat beat to the beat of his own.

After a few moments of being intertwined, his soft breathing almost lulling my chaotic head to sleep, did I felt his chest rumble as he hummed against my hair leaving a few kisses here and there.

"Y/N, are you ready to tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind, mon armour?" He asked softly, voice still laced with the same concern.

I let out a small sniffle to his shoulder before managing to put a sentence together. "It's my final year of med school Charles".

"I'm struggling to handle it" I felt my own voice sounded airy as I desperately tried to fight back my tears again. "It has been an overload of work since Year 5 started. Piles of assignments, presentations.. and my final exam is coming up in 2 weeks and 3 days and I am falling behind on studying... and I feel like I am on the verge of breaking down any day".

I felt Charles's arms tighten around me and pull me closer to him than possible. "Mon armour why have you been keeping this to yourself?" he asked gently, placing a few kisses to my shoulder to calm me down, "why didn't you tell me?".

"We tell each other everything" he said, sounding hurt, as I pulled my face away from being buried in the crook of his neck to look at his piercing blue eyes staring deeply into mine.

"I just felt like I am too much to handle Charles. Even for myself" I said truthfully, my own heart breaking at my own words. "I couldn't begin to imagine what a burden I must be on you"

"No no no mon armour. Don't you dare say that" he said, immediately smothering me with kisses and wiping my dripping tears again, "you are never too much for me Y/N. You are just enough".

The more I stared into his eyes as he dried my cheeks, the closer I grew to him.

"You know I am in awe of you right?" he murmured, while caressing my head gently with the palm of my hand. The caressing continued slowly.

"You are able to handle anything Y/N. You always have. You still do. You always will", he said with the gentlest movements, and pressed a kiss on my nose as soon as our eyes met. "It's just that you don't have to do it alone anymore. We take care of each other remember?".

"Honestly I feel happy when you share every small thing with me" he chuckled lightly, making me let out a chuckle too. "Me too Charles".

"That's better" he grinned, running his thumb along my lips, "I will fight anything that threatens to take that smile away from you".

"Even if it's a big pile of books". A giggle escaped my lips, as I buried my head in the crook of his neck again, unable to control the butterflies in my stomach with the level of Charles's cuteness.

A few seconds wrapped in his warm embrace made a small yawn leave my lips as I felt my eyes feel heavy. Charles must have felt me grow boneless in his arms cause I felt his embrace tighten, holding me closer to his chest for dear life.

"Let's get you to bed mon armour". His soft breath hit my ear tickling me a little, making me giggle and pull away to look at him, a gentle smile already settled on his lips.

"Tonight you need to sleep well. Tomorrow morning we will start studying ok?" he said, gently rocking us from side to side, like it was the most natural thing to do.

"We?" I tilted my head in confusion, to which he nodded at me with a toothy grin. "We".

"It is you and me against the world remember?" he smiled knowingly, his fingers interwinding with mine, before he bought them to his lips and placed a soft kiss on our locked digits.

I couldn't help but feel a smile spread across my face at hearing that promise. A promise we made to each other when we became friends years ago.

When Charles got in to F1 and I got into medical school - when we felt like we had the whole world to face - we made a promise to face the world together as one. Against anything the world throws at us.

5 years later, and never a day has gone by when we haven't kept that promise, even when it seemed like the darkest of days, we always found a way to be each other's light, if not we would sit in the dark together.

"You and me" I placed a kiss on his cheek tinting them red and I couldn't help but smile myself as I lost myself in his beautiful smile and twinkling eyes gazing at me, sparkling brightly.

--

Next morning, I woke up to the smell of pancakes travelling all around my room. Tracing the source of the scent to my kitchen I walked in on Charles in a red T-shirt and black shorts, and a bandana already on his head, scribbling on a stack of papers in his own world.

"Morning mon armour" I couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looked, as I entered the kitchen startling him out of his focused mood with my sudden entrance. "You are up early".

"Ma cherie. You scared me" he said with a hand over his chest, already standing and walking over to me with open arms, engulfing me in his warm embrace. "Good morning".

"You were fast asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake you" he said, his arm still holding me close to his chest while the other tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear, "so I ran to the store and got your favourite maple syrup and made your favourite pancakes".

"So you can start your day with a smile" he sent a cheeky wink my way. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I tore my gaze away from his to hide my blushing face and my biting my bottom lip to keep myself from smiling too wide.

"You spoil me too much you know" I shoved his arm playfully, pulling away from the embrace, to control these feelings erupting in me looking into his eyes. It was a failed effort cause he caught my arm and only pulled me closer. "Ma bella, you deserve every bit of it".

My heart missed a few pulses from his words as I could feel his big, tender hands creep up on the sides of my face, his fingers brushing my cheeks with gentle strokes, tingles beginning to spread through my body.

"Sooo what is going on here?" I asked, knocking myself out of this trance, and averting my eyes to the mess on my counter top, which I started to notice was stacked with my notes, textbooks and a bundle of coloured pens and highlighters.

"I know you highlight all definite exam points in your notes with orange so I started making flash cards on them to quiz you" he said with the proudest smile on his face, holding up the colourful flash cards he seem to have spent the whole morning making.

"I also went and got you the medical supplies on the list you had written so you can practice" he said with a smile, pulling out the list from his pocket, that I wrote and pinned to the fridge weeks ago. "And I am all yours to practice your examinations and procedures on".

"Charles" I gasped, cupping my hands over my mouth, unable to grasp the shock of all his actions and words. All the effort he's gone through. I couldn't even begin to embrace it.

"You did all this for me...I don't know how to... I have no words..." I babbled, my mind unable to comprehend his kind thoughts to help me, and little did I know this was just the least of how he was going to stick with me through this.

The next couple of days, Charles never left my side, he ran to the pharmacy to get me medical supplies I needed to practice with, every time I ran out or even forgot what I needed at times. He spent endless mornings and nights making me flash cards, and even reading my piles of notes and bulky textbooks with me for hours just so I won't get bored or frustrated with the pile of work. And he even spent hours listening to me explain to him what I studied cause he knows that helps me remember more.

No matter how many times I convinced him to go sleep and rest himself, never did he.

No matter how badly his eyes were on the verge of closing or how many yawns he tried to hide from me. "I wanna stay up with you" he mumbled groggily, "I don't want you to be alone".

With my face pressed against his, I noticed him talking with his eyes being closed in tiredness on one occasion last night. Smiling at him nuzzling himself onto me half asleep, growing boneless, I gently rolled us over so he could lay his head on my chest.

"Mon armour I am never alone when I am with you" I whispered softly, pressing a kiss on his forehead before picking up my book continuing to read laying down on the couch now with Charles laying on top of me with his arms lazily wrapped around but keeping me warm.

"I will always be here if you need me" I heard him murmur sleepily, nuzzling his head under my chin, "no matter how far in distance or time. I don't care if we are on different continents or if its five, fifty years in the future. You will always have me".

My heart missed a few beats at his words before he fell fast asleep.

This morning, I was sitting on my couch, my head buried in my thousand paged book while Charles was on the sitting on the floor at the coffee table in front of me writing more flash cards.

He was wearing his blue sweater with the black "Ferrari" print on the front along with his black shorts paired up with the bandana and a pair of glasses. His nose was scrunched up and lips pursed together tightly in sheer focus. His head would start bobbing along to a tune he would start humming at times, with a smile in my direction when I couldn't help but smile myself on hearing his soothing voice, but little did he know, it was just more than his gentle voice echoing in my ears that had me smiling about him.

Ever since I met Charles, my thoughts cannot move an inch without bumping into some piece of him.

And I cannot stop myself from constantly falling into him.

Charles is the one who waits back to tie my shoe for me. The one who shifts closer to me when I subconsciously move away while walking next to him cause I can never seem to walk in a straight line. The one who smiles widely as soon as I look at him. The one who seeks me out as soon as he gets good or bad news. The one who listens to me, hears me and understands me.

He is the one who answers the phone "Hey you". The one who knows when my voice is thick with worry or fear. The one who plays my favourite songs and sings with me in the car. The one who will huddle together under the umbrella with me and walk in the rain just cause he knows how I love to do that.

He is the one who recognises my handwriting. The one who says "Oh no we can't, you have class that day" when we are trying to make plans. He is the one who is there on my beck and call 24/7 and the one who says "Because I know you" when I ask "How did you know that?".

He is the one who knows my nervous habits. He is the one who knows how I will react. The one who gives me the intimacy of shared, comfortable silence.

He is the one who's warmth keeps me cosy on a cold day. He is the one who keeps the radio off when I fall asleep on a long car journey. The one who knows just how I like my tea.

He is the one who I share the intimacy of sharing one earbud with and tons of inside jokes. He is the one who I always want to try something new together with even when we have no idea what we are doing - the shared hesitancy.

He is the one who always tells me "Text me when you are home safe" no matter how short of a distance I travel to. He is the one who stays up to check if I reached home safe when I am getting too late, no matter the time difference.

He is the one who I feel comfortable falling asleep on or next to, no matter where we are. The one who I share my deepest and darkest secrets with cause I know he will keep them safe.

He is the one says "Shall we share it?" when we order food. The one who tells me "This made me think of you". The one who can sense my slightest shivers and gives me his jacket when I feel cold. He is the one who smiles at me first thing in the morning upon seeing my unfocused eyes and messy hair sprawled on the couch where we usually fall asleep together while cuddling and watching a movie.

He is the ending to all my days and the starting of all my dreams.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

That's all I want to say.

Charles's P.O.V

We spent the whole day in the living room, Y/N crouched up on the couch with her books and me sitting at the coffee table near the couch.

It was going really well, until all I could start thinking was lying in her arms again, cuddled up in her scent which was home to me and before I could control it a yawn I tried to swallow in escaped my lips and Y/N caught it immediately.

The next thing I knew was Y/N pulling me onto the couch and into her arms to sleep against my complaints.

The intimacy of being tired together is a feeling that cannot be explained. A head on a chest while falling asleep to the thump thump thump of your love's heart. There's nothing I want more than to drift off in the arms of the one I love.

I almost felt myself doze off the moment Y/N engulfed me in her warm embrace when the loud ring from my phone suddenly woke me up and startled Y/N.

Grumbling under my breath, I stretched my hand grabbing my phone from the coffee table and answering it. It was my trainer again. "I will be there next week" I said, probably for the hundredth time.

I've been postponing my training sessions for the upcoming GP cause I wanted to stay with Y/N every minute I could to help her as much as I can. I understand why my trainer is frustrated with me, but Y/N is my first priority to me.

"Charles what is going on?" she asked concern lacing her voice as soon as I ended the call. "Nothing to worry about mon armour" I said quickly, tossing my phone back on to the coffee table, "let's get back to work shall we?".

"Charles" she pressed, giving me a knowing look when she knew I was handling something on my own. Just as much as I knew her inside out, she did know every inch of me the same.

"It was my trainer" I mumbled quietly, not wanting to confess it all but at the same time I know Y/N can catch me when I am avoiding the truth so I tried to put it as lightly as possible. "I may have missed a few of my training sessions this week".

"I thought you were free during the first week of the two week break?" Y/N tilted her head in confusion, "I thought your training starts next week".

"Ummm" I chuckled nervously scratching my neck unable to answer her question in an instant which made her put the pieces together. "Oh my goodness!!" she gasped at my silence, eyes widening, "CHARLES MARC HERVE PERCEVEL LECLERC WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME YOU HAD TO TRAIN THIS WEEK???".

"C'mon get ready let's go" she said tossing her book aside, and trying to stand up in a hurry with my arms still wrapped around her while I had no intention of leaving my spot.

"Mon armour no no calm down" I chuckled, holding her hands in mine and sitting up next to her, pulling her along to sit with me so she won't run to get ready before I explained myself.

"Y/N" I smiled, "I told my trainer I wanted this week off to spend with you and help you study for your finals. You are my most important priority. I will catch up on my training next week"

"Charles if your trainer is asking you to come train now when he knows you are on break it must be important for the next GP in..." she halted for a moment before looking at me in pure horror.

"THE MONACO GRAND PRIX" she gasped a hand over her mouth, "how could I forget... you always start training 2 weeks prior for that..."

"I am so silly how could that slip my mind" she banged her fists against her knees in frustration, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes.

"I am so sorry Charles" she looked me this time with tears swelling in her beautiful orbs, breaking my heart at the sight of a single tear falling from those beautiful crystals which shows me the world. "I am always up to date on the races, this is the first time it slipped my mind--"

"Y/N" I captured her face between my hands and placed a long kiss to her forehead, knowing that calms her down. "Don't you ever apologise ma cherie. You keep up with everything in my life, you have all these years, without missing a single thing... please don't be upset over missing this one thing... you have done more for me than I can possibly count".

Smiling a little, she pulled away from my grasp and stood up, and then held out her hand for me to grab it with that smile of hers which lured me to her with no control of my own body.

"Where are we going?" I asked, confused grabbing her small hand and standing up close to her. "We are going to the gym. And you are going to workout with your trainer like you are supposed to so you will be ready for your home race".

"Y/N--" I started to protest but she cut me off with the roll of my name from her lips. "Charles".

"I know you said you wanted to be with me while I study so I am coming with you" she smiled sweetly, "I will sit in a corner of the gym and study while you train".

"Y/N" I cooed at the thought of her heartfelt gesture, "but mon armour the gym is hot, humid and not to mention wreaks of sweat. You won't be comfortable studying there".

"Charles" my name rolled beautifully over those perfect lips again, my words unable to escape my own lips at the sound of that but her next words caught me at a complete loss for words.

"For you, I'd do anything Charles".

Dumbfounded, I gawked at her, our eyes caught in a craving stare before Y/N broke in to a small giggle, blush tinting her cheeks when she got too shy at me staring at her for too long.

Y/N dealt with me like this a lot. She knew I tend to daydream in front of her, but she never knew it was about her.

At times Y/N would catch me staring at her and smile and she always looks at me innocently and asks "What?" and I always reply "Nothing" but I wonder how she doesn't know yet that I am staring because her eyes are my favourite colour and her smile is my favourite smile and I am trying to keep my cool but I can't because I have been way too in love with her forever.

Y/N was the kind of girl who looks down when you stare at her for a little too long and turns away if you catch her looking. She's the girl whose hair gets a little knotted, and whose smile isn't always real. She's the girl who cries herself to sleep sometimes and cares a little too much about what you say.

She's the kind of girl who wishes for everyone what she wishes for herself. She's the kind of girl that prays you get the best. Her heart is full of love and she always cares for others before she cares for herself. She wants to see you smile even if inside she's crying. That's the kind of girl she is.

The same girl who laughs at all of your jokes - funny or not; the one who will love you with every inch of her. She's the girl who will watch the stars with you at night, and ask how your day was when you come home. She's the kind of girl who you'll find asleep with a book in her hand at 3 am or the kind who leaves your sweatshirts smelling sweeter than before.

The kind you want to love, the kind you want to be best friends with.

She is patient, she is kind, she doesn't realise her worth sometimes.

That's the kind of girl she is.

The kind I am in love with.

And a golden heart like that deserved to be chosen undoubtedly over and over again and treated nothing less than a queen.

And that is all I want to do for the rest of my life.

I want to show her what forever feels like.

Right now, it's been almost an hour of me working out in the gym with my trainer spotting me on the weights and getting a complaint or so every few minutes when I can't help myself but glance over to Y/N sitting across the room.

She was sitting cross legged on one of the benches with her back leant against the wall and her notes splattered along the bench and some piled up on her lap.

She was wearing her "I can't be bothered to get dolled up" outfit and I swear she took my breath away with how adorable she looked. She had a black pair of cargo pants and white t-shirt on with her white sneakers and my Monaco GP cap she grabbed from my suitcase on the way out of the house and just seeing her wearing my number made my heart miss a few pulses.

She had her cute reading glasses on, and her hair held up in a messy bun with a bandana around to to hold back a few strands of hair from falling onto her face.

Her face would scrunch up in confusion at times, and she would bite her lips in times of seriousness, all the while bobbing her head with her earphones on to the beat of the playlist I made for her to study.

In between sneaking glances at her, trying to avoid getting caught by my trainer, I would sometimes interlock my eyes with her looking at me too, and the she would show me her beautiful smile which made me loose my grip on my last pull up.

I can't help it.

Her smile manages to kiss my heart.

Timeskip

Monaco GP - Qualifying (Saturday)

When ever Y/N came to my races, it made it more special in a way I couldn't explain. Walking through the paddock to the garage with her hand in mine cause I know she gets nervous around crowds, seeing her sit in the garage with a Ferrari cap with my number on it, or having her whisper "Please be safe and come back to me" before I get into my car or seeing her run into my arms when I walk back to the paddock after the race, her beautiful smile spread across her face the moment she spots me.

It is not every race that Y/N gets to attend to due to her own busy schedule but she has put more effort than I can fathom in keeping up to date on everything about the races, listening to me whine and complain for hours about everything going on, and even trying to make it to every race whenever possible, regardless of how busy or exhausted she already was from her own life.

So whenever she did make it to a race, like this weekend, I wanted to make it more special than usual but so far things were taking a difficult turn here this weekend.

Qualifying was a disaster for the team this weekend. The car was no where up to being even close to the Red bull pace, along with a few reliability issues frustrating me beyond measure and being hit with a 3 place grid penalty was just another taste of bad luck this weekend held.

The moment the chequered flag was waved signifying the end of the Qualifying session, I stomped off to my driver's room right after getting out of my car. Pissed and saddened by the thoughts of not being able to make my country proud at my own home race. Shutting the door behind me, I banged my fists on to the bed in a mixture of frustrated emotions, unknowing of the door opening again and foot steps approaching me. "Charles?".

Taking a deep breath, I turned around to see Y/N standing next to me, her eyes flowing with worry and concern. My face softened at the sight of her and not wanting to scare her with my overwhelming emotions but Y/N knowing me too well, engulfed me in a tight hug before I could even get a word out and that was when I broke down in her arms sobbing out all my troubles.

"Everything is a mess". My sobs and my mouth pressed against her shoulder almost made my speech unclear, but she wouldn't mind anyway. Holding me close to her, she continued to run her small hands through my hair, calming me with every stroke while I cried out all of mishaps and frustrations to her.

We stood like that for a few minutes, just hugging. Her hands rubbing over my back soothed me completely, calming me down from my outburst. It was the best feeling to be in her arms, where I feel safe.

When I drew away from her, she gave me a small smile.

"I am such a mess Y/N" I whispered, while she wiped my tears ever so gently. "I am the one who is a lot to handle. I don't know how you put up with me" I almost started crying again as a feeling of absolute cold shot through me, making me shiver against her. Y/N stiffened.

Raising my head, I met with her watery, vibrant eyes falling on mine. "Charles, don't ever say that again mon armour".

"You are my mess" she carefully cupped my cheeks into her hand palms, as if I'd break any second and looked into my eyes with that intense look that squeezed the air out of my lungs, "and I can handle you all day".

"Ma cherie, I know you hit a rough patch today but that does not make you any less crazy talented than you are" she defended, making my heart swell, "and it definitely does not make it impossible for you to ace it tomorrow".

"No one deserves to be on that podium more than you mon armour so please don't give up. I'm right here with you no matter what happens" she whispered, and rested her head on top of mine. 

"I know how much this means to you. So let's try. Try. And try till we get it. No matter when. No matter how. Let's do this. Together" Y/N smiled softly with such pure eyes that it took me aback a little.

At that moment I felt the safest I had ever felt. There was something about the way she held me, about the way she wrapped her arms around my neck and kept me close to her heart.

No one else has been able to make me feel so strong and vulnerable while just as safe and as equally humble. No one could reassure me that although I may fail a thousand times more, someone might still be crazy enough to want to be with me just the same?

It is no one else but Y/N.

"You are my angel, Y/N" I whispered softly and my fingers tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, making her even more beautiful than she already is. "With you, even when I lose, I'm winning". 

A smile that reached both her eyes was plastered on her face, looking peaceful and at ease with me. My own smile couldn't be held down and became visible as I pulled her closer to my body and brushed my hand through her hair.

Our eyes kept staring at each other, drowning in the colours of our irises, heartbeats changing until they were beating on the same rhythm. My heart fluttered in adoration.

"Charles, we have a meeting to work on the car and strategy for tomorrow" the loud voice with the banging on the door, startled both me and Y/N out of our trance. "Be there in 5".

Sighing loudly I stood up from the table still holding Y/N in my embrace. "Ready to go back out there?" she softly spoke and rubbed my back while she continued to hold me close. I hummed and smiled, loving this moment.

"Are you coming with me?" I pulled back and asked her softly, trailing the back of my fingers over her cheek to caress while keeping my eyes on hers.

"Always" she pressed a kiss on my nose and then nuzzled it with her own, making me grin, "it is you and me against the world remember?".

"Always ma cherie" I promised, feeling my heart pound louder for her. 

Monaco GP - Race day (Sunday)

Starting in P6 wasn't the best way to start the race on a track with limited overtaking space but I was determined to give it my all, to change my luck around, to lift this said Monaco curse.

Last night, I worked out the flaws in the car that was troubling me with the mechanics and the all outcomes of every strategy possible with the team. Every single member of our team spent the entire night back at the garage.

Including Y/N, who refused to go back home, regardless of my protests for her to go home and rest, knowing this will take us the entire night but she did not budge.

"Charles. I am staying here with you. End of story", she said already grabbing a chair and settling herself with her book in the garage, earning a few chuckles from the crew at me loosing an argument which I didn't think I was going to win anyways but I had to try.

Y/N had her finals coming up in 3 days from today and I knew she was stressed and was struggling to study here in the garage the last couple of days no matter how much she hid it from me but no matter how much I suggested for her to focus on her and not to worry about me, she refused.

Knowing I cannot convince her otherwise, I tried to make her as comfortable as I could here, and so did everyone else in the garage. They all loved having her around. "Charles's angel" was the term moving through the garage, probably started by Carlos, who spends every minute he is on a break with her, the two of them sharing embarrassing stories about me and as embarrassing as all the stories were, hearing her voice and laughter echo through the garage brightened up every dull moment.

"You got a keeper" Andreas laughed as I walked towards the car, after hugging Y/N in the garage before the race, her words of motivation imprinted in my head and my confidence burning bright.

We were ready for today.

I was ready.

The next thing I knew I was passing the chequered flag and the words "And Charles Leclerc wins the MonacoGrand Prix" was being chanted in my head like a prayer I've been dying to hear.

The garage erupted. The crowds erupted.

It was my first win of the season.

And it was my home grand prix.

This couldn't feel anymore special to me.

Getting out of the car, I ran over to the my crew engulfing many of them I could, thanking and praising them for everything they have done, my words getting drowned in them doing the same to me.

I couldn't have felt happier at this moment until I saw Y/N and my brother, Arthur, in the crowd waiting for me to reach them, which I immediately did, hugging them both as tightly as I could.

"I knew you could do it" I heard Y/N whisper in the midst of all the commotion, before a few tears started trickling down her cheek as I pulled back, which I wiped gently with my racing gloves not to hurt her with the rough material.

"I am so proud of you" Y/N says with a blissful sigh making me wrap my arms around her again and pulling her closer until there was no space left between our bodies.

"Charles you have to go. They are waiting" Y/N pulled back and giggled gesturing to the crew and media waiting for me to return to the post-race tactics, which snapped me out of my bubble and made me my cheeks burn under my helmet.

"Go stand on that podium mon armour" she grinned, her eyes sparkling brightly, showing me her happiness, "I will be right here cheering for you".

I was bouncing on my toes unable to keep the butterflies in about walking into the podium, as I watched George make his way to the podium and take third while Max took second. And then it was me.

I strolled out with the biggest smile on his face to see the proud and happy faces of all the fans, my team, my family and more than ever, my angel, Y/N.

As I lifted the trophy up into the air, the cheers erupted again, louder than ever. My own cheers and happiness couldn't be held down, as my eyes scoured the sea of red and landed on Y/N, clapping and cheering among them, which was the most adorable thing I've seen in my life.

The moment our eyes met, she gave me one of those smiles.

A smile that I fell for years ago.

And I still do. I still fall for her every single day.

That smile of hers has something to do with the rest of my life.

3 days later - Y/N's exam day

Right after the race I came back home with Y/N, regardless of her protests for me to stay for the post race celebrations. A series of passing words back and forth took place to make her understand that she is my first priority over anyone. I then came home back home with her to continue to help her prepare for her finals and the big day has now finally arrived.

Ever since she opened her eyes today morning, I haven’t left her side or let go of her hand. Cause I know every inch of how nervous Y/N is right now, and how she has been for the past few weeks.

If only I could make her believe in herself like I do in her. All the sleepless nights and hard work she has poured into her entire medical school life is beyond what I can ever imagine doing and I couldn't be more incredibly proud of her journey and the amazing doctor I know she will be. 

After walking her to the exam hall, I parked the car outside the building and stayed around the area cause I didn't want to leave her and go back home. I wanted to be here in case she needed something and I wanted to be here the moment she walks out that door to tell her how proud I am of her.

Almost 3 hours in towards the end of the exam I walked down the street to a flower shop to pick my order of Y/N’s favourite flowers - orange lilies - I wanted to surprise her with.

Little will she know I have a bigger surprise planned for her tonight.

Bouncing on my heels while standing in front of the exam hall with the bouquet of flowers in my hand I couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubble in me waiting for Y/N to walk out that door finally having completed 5 years of insane hard work. 

I waited patiently for Y/N to walk out that door and into my arms, readying myself either to jump with excitement with her over finishing her finals or either to comfort her if it was a difficult exam.

Nervous myself now, I started to pace up and down the entrance when a storm of students started coming out of the door. I moved to the side and looked for my favourite person and I spotted her the instant she walked out the door with her bag hung over her shoulders as usual. 

"Mon armour" I smiled walking towards her and handed her the flowers to which she instantly wrapped her arms around me as we stood there for a few moments just swaying from side to side.

"You are finally done Y/N" I smiled into the crook of her neck, "I am so incredibly proud of you".

I felt her lips curl into a smile against my skin before she pulled away a little to look at me. "Thank you" she pecked my cheek and my heart nearly exploded, "for everything Charles".

Her words consumed my thoughts and engulfed my heart in a hug. 

"You have nothing to thank me for Dr. Y/N". Her eyes, which had one of the most beautiful mixture of colours I had ever seen in my life, rolled playfully as we walked down the stairs to the car.

"The guys asked me to convey their congrats to you" I smiled before chuckling about what I was about to say next. "And a special message from Carlos, Pierre and Lando about being extra careless now that they have their very own doctor". 

"Oh goodness" she giggled, shaking her head. "I guess I know who'd be my first patients".

"Sounds like a handful already" I laughed. "Well that is the least of what I have ahead" she smiled tiredly, and I immediately pulled her to my chest and kissed her forehead. "And you are going to be amazing no matter what you do".

"And I am going to be here with you with every step you take ma cherie. You are not alone ok?Every single step". When I said this to her, I made sure to look deep into her eyes to make sure she understood every word I spoke.

With bright red cheeks this time, she nodded. "Let's get you home and tucked in for a good nap now." I said, helping her inside the car and fastening her seatbelt. 

"Cuddles?" she mumbled with her eyes half closed already and I felt my heart melt at the sight of her adorableness. "Always mon armour" I said before placing a quick peck on her cheeks and getting into the car myself.

Reaching home, I helped a very drowsy Y/N to the bathroom for a shower where I already had her favourite bath products lined up for her to relax with. Meanwhile, I changed into more homely clothes myself and waited on the bed for Y/N.

Walking out of the bathroom in her cute little pyjamas I couldn't help but feel a smile break free on my face at the sight.

When Y/N noticed me staring at her from the bed, her cheeks began to burn, leaving them to glow making her look even more gorgeous than she already looked to me. 

Feeling the blush creep into my own cheeks I felt my smile grow wider as she climbed onto the bed and shuffled closer to me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her closer until there was no space left between our bodies as we laid down on the bed. Y/N melted into me, completely at ease.

With my face pressed against hers, I noticed her eyes being closed in tiredness. While holding her protectively against my chest, I switched off the light and pressed my lips against her forehead to rest them there for the rest of the time. 

Time skip of few hours 

I almost overslept through the time I allocated for planning the surprise for Y/N before she woke up from her nap.

Trying to stay calm after startling myself at the time I saw on the clock when I opened my eyes, I shuffled on the bed as lightly as possible to lay Y/N down back on the bed from where she was currently fast asleep which was on me. 

Her peaceful sleeping state with her cute baby bear snores was making it a very difficult task for me to want to leave the bed right now. It was a sight I wanted to wake up to for the rest of my life. 

Breaking my thoughts away from being trapped in this trance, I managed to move off the bed without waking up Y/N as I made my way as quietly as possible to the kitchen where my prep work was to begin.

It took about 2 hours to finish my preparations for tonight before I hopped into the shower to freshen up myself and get into some clean comfy clothes before Y/N woke up. 

Walking into the living room while putting on my hoodie I did a last minute check on the dinner laid out on the coffee table, the roses sitting pretty in vase in the middle and the candles lit up in every space around the room illuminating the whole place up just as I hoped Y/N's face would glow when she sees everything.

I fluffed the pillows one more time and adjusted the blanket on the couch when I heard shuffling of feet enter the living room.

"Charles?" I heard her sweet voice echo as I turned around to be greeted by Y/N leaning against the doorpost rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Hello mon armour" I smiled walking towards her and gently grabbing her small hands in mine. 

Kissing her knuckles, I smiled at the confused look on her face and her sleepy eyes wandering around the room to figure out what was happening. I couldn't help but smile as I watched her beautiful pair of eyes appear again to take in the room's changes. When she noticed the candles, they began to shine and sparkle.

"Charles, what is going on?" she giggled shyly, before burying her face in my chest to hide her tinted cheeks that I had already noticed. "This is the surprise ma cherie". 

Y/N pulled her face from my chest and looked at me with sparkling eyes, which seemed wide awake out of a sudden. Her irises shined so bright, so bright they almost blinded me. 

We both didn't say anything, but her eyes told me more than enough. And as soon as a smile spread all over her face, I knew enough. "Shall we sit?".

"I hope you like what I have planned for tonight" I said a bit nervously, guiding her to the couch and then seating myself close to her and wrapping the blanket around the both of us. 

Y/N instantly leaned towards me and placed her head on my chest like she always did when we cuddled on the couch and I wrapped my arms around holding her close to me as I could as I always did.

"Charles this is all so beautiful". Y/N looked like an angel sitting there, with this faint smile on her face as she looked up at me with her beautiful pair of eyes. "I love it". 

"I smell pasta" Y/N giggled adorably and grabbed a piece of my hair between two of her delicate fingers to play with it, "Is that--?".

"Carlos's recipe yes" I chuckled, "I finally made it. Well it was preceded by a 2 hour video call with Carlos teaching me to not burn it with many curse words in Spanish thrown my way in the process".  

"Mon armour" Y/N let out a laugh before cupping my face in her hands and placing a kiss on my forehead, "thank you for going through that just to feed me".

I nuzzled our noses together in response making her giggle. 

"So what are we watching?" Y/N asked as I handed over one of the plates to her before grabbing the TV remote and turning on the movie I had picked out tonight. The moment Y/N saw what it was she turned to me with a little squeal which made my heart swell in adoration. "The Little Mermaid film". 

"I know were dying to watch this but you didn't have the time so I thought we could watch it together tonight".  A full blown smile appeared on her face and I felt the same reflect in mine. "Ready?'.

Throughout half the movie we both ended up eating or more towards feeding each other the pasta with lots of smiles and giggles, which cheered me up, honestly. Y/N is always so happy when I am with her, and vice versa. The gesture just makes my heart warm and makes butterflies tickle the walls of my stomach.

Placing the empty plates on the table and cuddling back on the couch for the rest of the movie, Y/N stirred in my arms, and pressed herself tighter against me, nuzzling her face just underneath my chin. Smiling to the cuteness, I caressed her back.

Y/N had always been someone I couldn't stay away from; an hour is all it takes for me to miss her. And to have her into my arms right now, breathing slowly and maybe half asleep made me feel so happy and so goddamn lucky. Softly, my lips left a kiss on her forehead.

Enjoying being in our own bubble together, we continued to watch the movie in silence when Y/N's favourite scene came up next and I could already feel her lips curve into a smile on my chest. It was the scene with the song "Kiss the girl" which is a song Y/N had always found to be romantic for a fairytale moment she had always dreamt of having one day.

For some reason, the moment the song started playing, did I feel too shy to even look at her. 

I was so in awe of Y/N, I just couldn't make myself to look at her.

My heart was so completely filled by her that I no longer believe I can call it mine.

And the lyrics of the song were suddenly starting to capture my thoughts.

Yes, you want her.

Look at her, you know you do.

Possible she wants you too

There is one way to ask her

It don't take a word

Not a single word 

Go  on and kiss the girl 

Y/N must have felt my heart beat start to go crazy cause she gently lifted her head to look at me with a worried expression.  "Charles, are you ok?" she smiled, finally triggering to look into her beautiful pair of eyes. 

Once I looked at her and could feel the happiness blooming inside me, as if her eyes were the calm, beautiful morning after a night full of storm.

Y/N had never looked so beautiful to me. I felt light in my head, as if I was drunk. ''Yes'' I whispered, feeling my cheeks burning.

Feeling love fill me completely, I moved myself closer to her and stared into her eyes, taking in every little thing about her. 

Our eyes locked and I couldn't help but to bite my lip to the sight of hers, not being able to resist them.

Y/N continued to look at me in complete silence, as if we were talking with our eyes while our mouths were shut tight. I moved a little closer again.

When Y/N looked down while blushing, I couldn't hold myself anymore, I moved myself as close to her as I could and lifted up her head by lifting her chin up with two fingers.

When she looked back into my eyes, I pressed my lips gently on hers to kiss her, and let my own eyelids flutter closed. And as soon as I felt her lips against my own, I knew that those will be the last ones I'd ever kiss.

Kissing her felt like I was dreaming. It all felt so surreal - too good to be true. A lovesick feeling washed over me, numbing my senses and fluttering hard in my stomach. Warmth spread over my body, consuming me.

After a few minutes, slowly and very softly did I part from her, letting our lips disconnect.

Our eyes kept staring at each other, drowning in the colours of our irises, heartbeats changing until they were beating on the same rhythm. It felt like I couldn't breathe.

We sat like that for about 30 seconds, just staring at each other like we saw water burning in front of us. My thoughts were blank, clouded and unclear, as if the feeling of love fogged up my senses.

"I love you Y/N" I blurted and felt my cheeks go red in embarrassment. It shot out of my mouth before I could stop it. I looked down, feeling extremely venerable and embarrassed. 

It was stupid of me to think that she thought the same way about me, let alone feel like I did.

This screw-up destroyed our whole night of hanging out together and it probably destroyed even more. I destroyed our whole friendship, all because I couldn't control my feelings.

"I love you too Charles" Y/N suddenly whispered against my lips, causing my heart to do flips and jumps. With tears burning in my eyes I rotated, meeting her eyes again. "You do?".

"Yes I do. I always have" Y/N smiled softly with such pure eyes that it took me aback a little. 

"Oh mon armour" I cooed in delight to the touch of her soft lips against mine, kissing me so carefully. 

When our lips were locked, moving gently, I could feel my head spinning, my emotions encircling me like a tornado.

Her heartbeat was audible when I kissed her, causing my cheeks to glow even brighter. 

"I love you so much, Y/N" I whispered, and leaned my head on top of hers, resting and letting our accelerated heartbeats slow down to a normal pace. "No matter what happens to us from now until the end I want you to know that I am certain of you and you can be certain of that".

"It has always been you. It will always be you and only you" I told her truthfully. My fingers tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, making her even more beautiful than she already is. 

Her eyes sparkled brightly, showing me her happiness what made her look even more pure and angelic than she normally looked to me. "Ma cherie, you are my forever".

Smiling, I trailed the back of my fingers over her cheek to caress while keeping my eyes on hers. "I can feel your heartbeat so loud" Y/N murmured softly, her voice barely a whisper.

"Cause I am looking at you and my heart loves the view" I murmured, while caressing her head gently with the palm of my hand, "cause you mean everything to me".

Now blushing herself, Y/N placed her head back on my chest and pressed a kiss right on the place where my heart is located. "You are my end and my beginning Charles".

A wave of warmth consumed me.

Feeling my heart pound louder, I smiled and gently moved us so she could be comfortable as possible only to feel her falling back into my arms and asleep again. My fingers brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear before she placed her head back against my chest.

Having her in my arms. Y/N was my lullaby.

She made me who I am and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heart beat. 

Pictures of our future together slowly entered my mind causing my happiness to grow even more, as I felt myself drift off to sleep too.

I see it.

I see us getting married, moving in together, cuddling on the couch, waking up to good morning kisses, having arguments, making up after, cooking our favourite food, smiling for no reason, annoying each other when we're bored, having the cutest little babies, watching them grow up, never leaving each other's side.

I see us together.

Forever. 

#formula one #charles leclerc #f1 #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc ferrari #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #scuderia ferrari #ferrari f1 #formula 1 #formula one x reader #f1 x reader

[writing-fanics]

after jealousy

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Part 0 // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Finale // Epilouge // After Ever

“So we were friends?” She asked, looking at him curiously while occasionally looking down at the photo book.

“Yes, but I was a really shit friend.” He says and she looks at him, “It sure sounds like it,” she says turning through the book. Smiling softly at each picture her eyes scanned across. Xavier hoping that at least one of them would trigger her memories to return.

It wasn’t until she landed on one, A single tear rolled down her cheek, as she looked down at the picture of their first kiss. How could I forget? That moment was the most magical and special moment of her entire life.

She remembered how her heart skipped a beat the moment his lips where on hers. The kiss that lead to nothing but heartbreak.

“I-I loved you,” She sniffled, as the memories flooded back tears brimming her eyes.

“I-I thought you liked me after the kiss,” She whimpered, her grip tightening on the photo book.

“Why’d you even kiss me, if you didn’t even like me.” She asked, turning to look at him.

He didn’t know why. It happened two years ago. He could see the heartbreak in her eyes, as she looked at him waiting for answer.

“I-I don’t know.” Was all he could say and she shook her head, closing the book and handing it back to him.

“Leave,” He looked up at her in shock, “What?” She turned towards him.

“Leave, I don’t care if I’m being unreasonable. But right now, I can’t even look at you. For years, I’ve been there for you and all you do is push me away.” She whimpered gripping the hospital blanket.

“You were my light, you saved me in the darkest moment of my life. and then you toss me aside like I was nothing.” She sniffled her knuckles turning white.

“I can’t take it anymore!” She cried tears rolling down her cheek, Xavier looked at her tears in his eyes.

“Y/n give me a second chance.” He pleads placing his hand over hers, and she pulled it away.

“No, maybe one day I can forgive you. But I can’t take it anymore. I’m not going to be used.” She said, trying her best to wipe away the tears.

“I no longer have feelings for you,” She said, and now the heartbreak [Y/n] went through seemed to transfer over to Xavier.

“Maybe, we can be friends again but I no longer hold romantic feelings. My heart can only take so much.” She says and Xavier nods, sniffling.

“I’m sorry, for everything.” He says, as he stands up from the chair and walks towards the door.

“Goodbye Xavier.” She says, and he turns too look at her.

“Bye, Y/n.” He says leaving her hospital room. Once he left the hospital, he angrily threw the photo book into the trash. angry at himself for causing this, he should’ve realized it sooner.

he looked down and noticed the picture of their first kiss, lying on the snow covered ground. he picked it up, and stared at it for a moment. staring at what could’ve been.

a/n: sorry I was going to have a hint towards them ending up together but~ this suits it more too much?

#x reader #fanfic #angst #romance #xavier thorpe angst #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x y/n

[soulkeeper801]

Dare pt 3 - Hirai Momo

Requested:   Momo gets dared by the other members to find the easiest person she thinks will sleep with her(ends up being reader). They eventually end up dating and falling in love. But reader eventually finds out about the dare and confronts Momo. Angsty.  

Momo x f!reader

Words 1.2k

pt 1 pt 2

Part 3

“Crazy, right?” Momo said as a gleeful smile adorned her face and she chugged down a glass of beer that had been sitting in front of her.

The other girls were in awe of what they just heard.

“So tomorrow we’re flying out to Jeju to spend the weekend together and I’m finally going to confess”.

A couple of weeks ago, Momo had been dared to sleep with someone as a game between the girls. No one thought she was going to be able to successfully carry out the deal, they knew she wasn’t built like that. 

However, Momo met you. Not only did she cross her path with the one who would make the others shut their mouths, but you were the girl that stole her heart after the first time her lips touched yours.

Momo believed in destiny. She knew everything happened for a reason and the reason she was dared to do stupid things was to find you, to gather the courage to ask you out, take you home and realize everything she was waiting for was you.

“You were supposed to sleep with someone, not make plans to spend the rest of your life with her!” Nayeon teased as she recognized the look on her roommate’s face.

“It just happened,” Momo replied, her mind wandering again to the thought of you. “I guess I have to thank you for that”.

Nayeon laughed out loud. “Anything for my Momoring!”

“What do you plan to do?” Jihyo asked, ready to know every detail of whatever the older girl had in mind.

“I don’t wanna do anything over the top. I booked a dinner at a really nice restaurant and I’m going to pour my heart out under the moonlight”.

Eight girls squealed at such remarks.

“Who knew Momo unnie was this cheesy!”

*

Everything seemed like a dream.

You were standing in front of the most beautiful beach house you’d ever seen. 

As you stepped over the threshold of the house, your senses were immediately enveloped in a symphony of sensations. Your eyes widened in awe as they took in the breathtaking view that stretched before you. 

The expansive windows framed an unobstructed panorama of the azure sea, its waves dancing in a joyful rhythm against the shore. A pristine stretch of sandy beach lay just a few steps away, inviting you to indulge in the pleasures of the sea.

And the most beautiful girl in the world was holding your hand, her gaze fixed on you watching you in awe, just like you were.

“You…” you muttered, “you didn’t have to…”

Momo smiled pleased. “Yes, I did. I wanted us to have a very special weekend,” she replied, her hands taking yours and placing a soft kiss against your knuckles. “I think…” she continued, a bit timidly this time, “we’ve spent so much time together, yet we have a lot to learn about each other…”

The remark made you blush a little as you left your bag on the living room floor.

“Let’s make time for everything this weekend, alright?” she proposed, her voice regaining the confidence you loved so much. 

She pulled you into her as your hands were still tangled together to taste your lips one more time. You wrapped your arms around her neck, allowing her to roam her hands on your sides, to your breast to finally cup your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered as you looked intently into her eyes. 

Stars swam in them. She looked at you with adoration as her lips caught yours one more time.

Your hands quickly found their way under Momo’s shirt. As your hand made contact with her skin, a choked gasp flew from her mouth that you took as a sign to sneak your tongue in, deepening the kiss the way you knew she loved.

“Don’t you wanna see the bedroom?” Momo asked out of breath, already excited about what was ahead for the both of you.

An eager nod was enough for her to take you there.

You were ready to have the weekend of your life.

*

“This way, please,” a man dressed in a tuxedo signaled with his arm for you to follow him. 

Once again, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

As you stepped through the ornate entrance of the exclusive restaurant, your breath caught in your throat. 

The opulence of the surroundings was utterly mesmerizing.

As you walked across the polished wooden floor, your heart raced in anticipation of the view that awaited you. And then, as you approached the table, the sight that unfolded before you left you utterly speechless.

The table was set impeccably, adorned with fine china, delicate glassware, and flickering candles that added a warm and intimate ambiance. The sound of soft music played in the background, a gentle melody that serenaded your senses and complemented the soothing symphony of the sea.

You opened your mouth to praise Momo for doing all of this.

“Shh,” she simply said, a smirk still dancing on her lips. “We deserve all of this”.

You nodded shyly, taking the seat next to her. 

“I…” she started talking, her gaze fixed on you but her hands portraying nervousness. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about what we have”.

She gulped, looking at your face, trying to catch any sign of what she was saying didn’t make you uncomfortable at all.

“It’s only been a few weeks that we know each other, yet when I’m with you I feel like I’ve known you my whole life,” she continued, her hand found yours intertwining your fingers. “I’m not the best at expressing myself but I’m going to do my best, alright?”

You nodded sweetly as she cleared her throat.

“Being here with you, under this moonlit sky and beside this mesmerizing sea, has made me realize something profound. It's not just the beauty of the scenery that has taken my breath away tonight. It's the way you make everything around you seem even more enchanting. Your presence, your laughter, the way your eyes light up when you talk about things you're passionate about – it all brings a kind of magic to every moment we share."

You looked at her, your eyes shimmering with a mixture of surprise and emotion, and she continued, her voice steady with sincerity.

"I've treasured every moment we've spent together, each memory we've created. And in those moments, I've come to understand that what I feel for you is more than just a moment. It's a connection that goes beyond words, a bond that's been growing stronger with each shared smile, every heartfelt conversation, and every stolen glance."

Her glassy eyes found yours once again, the overwhelming feeling of pouring her heart out was a lot for her to take. 

“I don’t know how you did it, but you made me fall for you, hard. Now I can’t imagine my days going by without seeing you or listening to your voice”.

A huge smile plastered on your face, almost ready for what was coming.

“Y/N,” she continued, a slight shade of pink adorning her cheeks, “I wanna be your girlfriend, officially. I want us to hold hands in the building and let everyone see we’re each others’. I don’t want to keep hiding and meeting like we’re sneaking off”.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you finally muttered. Your own eyes filled with tears realizing the most beautiful girl you’ve ever met was on the same page as you.

No more words were needed between you two. You had found each other forever.

--

Part 4 (last part)

#twice x f!reader #twice x reader #twice imagine #hirai momo x f!reader #hirai momo x reader #twice momo x reader #twice momo x f!reader #twice momo fluff #twice fluff #twice scenario #hirai momo imagine #soulkeeper801

[poliodeuces]

ive been drawing w a lot of red lately. more talking under the cut, like usual !

the first one was drawn at around the same time as the last BOP. i wasn't familiar w all the hysptage content, although i am familiar w the music, and, bc i have favouritism, the last cast they had for fling posse was perfect and i was super sad that we won't be seeing more of it anymore. this was partly inspired by that...i can't believe fling posse invented love. this could have been cleaner, but i liked how their bodies overlap in the sketch.

second image: otome and dice's relationship have a special place in my heart. i only wanted to draw otome as a this literal abstract figure of a mother that dice doesn't know how to understand or love in a way that matters to the both of them

third image: there were three things i wanted to achieve while sketching this, bc it's just one giant sketch that looks nice lol-- 1. bring back gentaro's boater hat 2. to pair w that inverness cape he's wearing in the block party 3. looking directly at the viewer. カンカン帽 (cancan hat) + トンビコート (tonbi coat), as they're called in japanese, really makes him feel like a scholar from the meiji/taisho era www except they would have worn black boater hats...the book he's holding is Ágota Kristóf's famous trilogy: The Notebook, The Proof, The Third Lie. fourth and fifth images are closeups.

sixth image: a long overdue fanart of the second gendice duet. i think it's really funny that the first time we're shown a work by gentaro in-universe w a major character based on dice, he made dice a murderer

seventh image: debt collection

eighth image: my real otp actually is gentaro x a lot of blood

ninth image: some vague idea abt hifugen and my favourite subject, bodies connecting together. i want these two to have a proper conversation in canon bc i wanna see them reacting to how similar they are to eo. also hifumi really needs gentaro's influence to fight hnbn w violence

#cw blood #hypmic #hypnosis mic #fling posse #ramuda amemura #gentaro yumeno #dice arisugawa #hifumi izanami #france art