#congrats you'll be out in a few hours

[two-white-butterflies]

call it what you want | m33

Description: After Max wins his first championship - he decides that it's the perfect time to propose to you.

Pairing: max verstappen/daniel ricciardo's sister-reader

20 MINUTES BEFORE D-DAY

Max Verstappen could feel the sweat trickling down his neck. A few hours ago, he was talking to your brother - nervous about what the officials would say about the race. He knew that if they decided to take away his points, then the WDC would be nothing but a wet dream. He wanted to win - he wanted to make you proud.

"Max Verstappen, you are champion of the world!" the interviewer yelled and he could feel his heart pump furiously. Everything began to happen in slow motion. He wanted to vomit from the sheer happiness that he was feeling. "Do I?" he pointed at the door, Charles nodded with a bitter smile. "Congrats, mate." he tapped his rival's shoulders. "Dank u wel," (thank you) he responded.

With a silent breath, he takes a step out of the room. Everyone's eyes were on him, anticipating every move. And for a small second - he smiles. He sees you.

He pulls you closer to his body, smiling as confusing spread throughout your features. "Aren't you supposed to be preparing?" you asked teasingly, seeing the podium behind you.

"I don't think you'll believe me - but I've never practiced winning the drivers championship before." he confessed, feeling Daniel put the ring in his back pocket. You press a soft kiss on his lips. "Not even in front of the mirror?" you teased, remembering the times he'd spend hours in front of your vanity - practicing his speech and all.

"I was uhh, practicing for something different." he lied, entwining your hands together. He reaches for his back pocket with his free hand. "What are you doing?" you giggle, seeing the technicians behind you panic as Max was already supposed to be up there. "I always promised to share everything with you - my bad moments, my good moments - and in my wins, I want you beside me. I want this to be your moment too." he began speaking.

"What are you doing?" you chuckle nervously, eyes widening as he began to get down on one knee. "(Your Name) Ricciardo," he began and all the cameras turn to your direction. "Maximus?" you grin.

"Will you marry me?" he inquired, and the grid erupts into a chorus of cheers. "Is that a question? Yes." you look down, helping him get up as he placed the ring on your finger. "I was so nervous," he wrapped you in a warm embrace. "I love you," you mumble - burying your face on his shoulder.

MAX VERSTAPPEN MOMENTS AFTER WIN. (by racecar1)

Interviewer: Did it feel like a double win for you? A WDC and an engagement all in the same night, must be too hard to process.

Max Verstappen: I've been preparing for this moment since the first time I saw her. The WDC was a cherry on top.

Interviewer: Did you intend to propose to her after winning? or was there something else planned.

Max Verstappen: I didn't think I'd win. I wanted to propose in my boat, but this was the perfect moment. [pulled by staff] Goodbye, have a great day.

Interviewer: Thank you, Max!

Max hands you a cold glass of soda.

"You'll drive us home?" he asked, seeing that you were the only one adamant to not drink alcohol. "Yes, I don't want to get lost in the middle of nowhere again." you joke, reminding him of the time when Daniel had to drive everyone home.

"It was the map's fault!" Daniel defends himself while taking a sip of his beer. "Yeah, sure." you mumble with a playful smile. "Have fun, this party is for you." you tap him, seeing that he had no intention to leave your side. "You too," he corrected pulling you to the dance floor.

#max verstappen #max verstappen fic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x female reader #f1 fics #f1 #f1 imagine #max verstappen x reader #f1 fanfic

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

hihi! congrats on such a cool milestone 💗 i am so excited to see what you’re going achieve in the future!

i would love to read this prompt with neighbor joel x reader, pre outbreak or post outbreak, that’s your choice :)

“Person A keeps ending up in Person B’s bed. It’s just a matter of time until “drunken mistake” is no longer a believable excuse.”

p.s. i ADORE seams it’s soooo good and i can’t wait to read more of it !! 💕 tysm

Hi lovely! Thank you so much for your sweet message and this prompt! So I don't know why, but the moment I read the prompt, I just knew I had to make this a college AU. This reads very differently from Seams, which I hope is something you'll enjoy!

Joel Miller x college neighbour AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 1285 words (sorry) | warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, jealousy, possessiveness, one bed

The first time it happens, it is a drunken mistake.

All these dorm rooms look the same, especially at four in the morning after clearing out all the tequila at the college bar.

It does smell nicer, cleaner. And the bed is on the other side of the room. But Joel can't really tell left from right nor up from down, so he just drops face first onto the duvet - so soft - and falls fast asleep.

You, on the other hand, are absolutely mystified by the appearance of a man in your bed after your toilet run in the early hours.

You recognise him. He lives a few doors down, and you've seen him around in the college football team jersey, almost always with a cheerleader hanging off his arm.

You may or may not have seen him in the corridor with just a towel around his waist, hair slicked back, on his way back from the communal showers.

You may or may not have stared at those ridiculously broad shoulders from behind your books as you went down the other side of the hallway.

Unsure of what to do - you have an early class in a few hours - you reach out and poke him firmly on the arm. You keep poking, not entirely convinced by what you're trying to achieve, until a hand appears, thick fingers closing around your wrist, and pulls.

He rolls you under him with a smooth turn of his hips. You barely have the presence of mind to let out a timid squeak when stern brown eyes bore into yours in the darkness.

'What are you doin'?' he demands, his voice so gravelly that you almost feel the lumps and bumps on the back of your neck.

You don't exactly have a short fuse. Quite the opposite, in fact. But the accusation in his tone has you snapping back, 'What am I doing? What are you doing?'

Your outburst seems to catch his attention, and he watches you closely as he replies, 'Tryin' to catch a wink.'

Reaching over to the nightstand, you flick on the little bedside lamp. You arch an eyebrow as he glances around as realisation dawns on him. 'Does this look like your room?'

'Oops,' he deadpans, but he doesn't move off of you. Instead, his eyes drop lower, pausing over your oversized college tshirt, and lower still, where your sleep shorts have ridden high up your bare thighs -

His eyes snap up to yours when you clear your throat, and he stiffens above you, Adam's apple bobbing with a swallow. 'Sorry, darlin'.'

Then he's gone.

The second time it happens, it's another drunken mistake.

He knocks this time, loud enough to wake you, and you trip over your feet to get the door.

'What now?' you gripe sleepily when his face appears, eyes glassy and reeking of cheap beer.

'Lost my keys,' he explains, words slightly slurred, leaning heavily on the doorframe.

'So?'

'Can I sleep in your room tonight?'

You stare at him, dumfounded. 'Don't you have friends?'

'They're all the way across campus. It's freezin' outside.'

With a sigh, you move to the side and he squeezes in past you. Too tired to care, you burrow head first into the covers, shuffling so that you're right up against the wall to make room behind you on the single bed.

But he doesn't climb in.

'What are you doing?' you grumble, not bothering to turn around to see for yourself.

'Uh, I'm sleepin' on the floor.'

You roll your eyes and pat the mattress. 'Just get in. I don't want you freezing to death on my rug.'

So he does, and when you wake up the next morning, his arms are tight around you, legs tangled in yours.

The third time it happens, you're both drunk for a change.

His team won the college derby, and there's a huge celebration at the local club with the bill being footed by the sponsors. Even with the promise of a free night out, your friends still have to physically drag your ass to the party.

You spot him easily from across the dance floor, in the same jersey he wears often. He's surrounded by hoards of girls, all keen to nab the bragging rights of being the one to fuck the team hero tonight.

Something twists in your stomach, which you quiet with a tequila shot.

And another.

And another.

You end up on the dance floor, and you never dance. You're just drunk enough to feel good about yourself even in a room full of jocks and sorority sisters, and when one of the quarterbacks on the team twirls you into a dance, you laugh and let him.

One minute, he's spinning you around, and the next - you're pulled nose first into a much broader chest that smells faintly familiar.

It's slightly jarring seeing him out of the context of your bed. Does he always look this grumpy?

'Congrats on winning the game,' you shout over the music, attempting to make conversation.

He doesn't budge, standing like a stone wall in the middle of the dance floor under the strobe lights. Too drunk to catch the nuance in his glare, you shrug and turn on your heel, intending to find that quarterback that you lost mid-spin -

Only to be hauled back to Joel's side by one big hand.

'What are you doing?' you demand with a frown. 'I'm trying to find the guy I was dancing with.'

'You're not dancin' with him.'

You blink. 'Why not?'

'He's a fuckin' asshole.'

'So what?'

He narrows his eyes at you. 'What do you mean so what?'

You roll your eyes. 'Why do I care if he's an asshole? I'm looking for a dance, maybe a fuck, it's not like I'm marrying him.'

His nostrils flare, and you see his fists clenching at his sides. 'You're not fuckin' him.'

You scoff. 'Watch me, Miller.'

Spotting the blond on the edge of the dance floor, you march right up to him, grab him by the collar and kiss him square on the lips.

Pulling back, you turn to give Joel a smug look, only to find that he's no longer where he was. Miffed, you scan the crowds, and it doesn't take you long to find him.

It's one thing to see the cheerleaders flirting and hanging off his every word when you pass each other in the hallways. It's another thing entirely to see him make out with one, not five paces away.

Blindly, you stumble out of the club, not bothering to get your coat even though it's bitterly cold outside. Your heels clatter loudly on the concrete, you probably shouldn't be walking alone back to the dorms, but you need to get out of there.

You hear him call your name, but you keep walking, eyes trained stubbornly in front of you.

He catches up easily, and with a growl, he wheels you around with one palm on your elbow. You fight him, pounding on his chest with tightly clenched fists, and he lets you, wrapping you in his jacket while you do, until you tire yourself out.

When all the jealousy bleeds out of you, you sag in his arms, and he has to hold you up by the waist. His breath brushes your temple. 'Wanna go home?'

He's warm, solid, when he slips into your bed behind you, one knee nudging between your thighs, fingers tangling in yours when he slings one arm over your waist.

You might both be drunk - but this is not a mistake.

#fuckyeah2222sleepover #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller oneshot #joel miller college AU #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader

[ohbo-ohno]

I love your work!! Congrats on 1k followers- your fics are amazing💙💙 May I request ‘country house’ and ‘something isn’t right about (setting). Something is off.’ ? Maybe with Price x reader please? (-:

1k game here - no more please!

i have an unreasonably difficult time thinking of a "something's off" for these prompts. but we write on nonetheless!

1.1k of price being your young daughter's "imaginary" friend. fair warning, this one doesn't have an actual price appearance, it's mostly just vibes. (cw for implied stalking/haunting, no smut!)

The big country house is your dream home.

It had come when you most needed it - your sister had finally gotten tired of letting you and your five year old couch surf and kicked you out with no warning, leaving you with only your car to live in and no prospects.

You'd been driving through a tiny town, only even heard about the house because of a kind waitress who took pity on you when you told her about your situation. She introduced you to her younger sister, a local realtor who'd recently marked down a nice family home to practically nothing because she couldn't get it to sell.

It had seemed too good to be true, honestly. The house is a grand thing - two stories, a wraparound porch, relatively new appliances. The price you paid - you negotiated down - was practically pennies.

But you don't have the privilege of questioning your blessings with a little one relying on you. So you tell yourself that this is just good karma, and you get yourself moved into the home as quickly as possible.

It's weeks later, from that same waitress, that you learn why the house was so cheap. Apparently a local man had been murdered there only a few months ago - a robbery gone wrong, if your source is to be believed, and an apparently very violent death for the poor man living there alone.

It certainly changes the way you feel in the house, knowing that something so horrible happened less than a year ago. The house still feels the same, but you look at it with the knowledge of who might've been there before.

You're... well, you're very lonely these days. You work long hours at home, holed up in your home office, responding to emails and sitting on calls all day. You only really leave to drop off your daughter and to pick her up, or if she wants to go somewhere in the city. If it were up to you, you'd never leave your new property.

And the house isn't small - you've never lived in a multiple story house, let alone one with no one else there. You can never fully shake the paranoia that someone else could be in the house with you, and you'd never know.

You remind yourself that you need to get a dog as soon as you can afford one, and try to wipe the nervousness from your mind.

When summer hits, you and your daughter spend most of your days at home. The house came with quite a bit of land, more than enough for a little five year old to amuse herself with on a nice summer day. You find that you enjoy sitting on the back porch with a cool drink and a book, keeping one eye on the story and another on your daughter while she plays with her dolls.

She doesn't have many friends. You'd worry, but she's always been a happy girl, and she doesn't seem to have any sort of social issues. You don't have the money to get her to a doctor, so you comfort yourself with the idea that she's just a shy child.

So you spend your summer, just the two of you. You spend an almost regrettable amount of time in your office with the door open so you can hear if something goes wrong, but you watch the small nest-egg grow in your bank account, and you tell yourself you'll make it up to your little girl by spoiling her later.

You only start to grow truly concerned about midway through the summer, when your daughter comes to you and tells you about an imaginary friend.

"John says we should play outside today," she says over breakfast one morning, casual as can be between mouthfuls of pancake.

"What's that, honey?" You ask, only half paying attention as you mix another batch.

"John wants to go outside. He's says it's a nice day. He doesn't like that you stay inside so much."

That makes you pause, turning to look over at your daughter. She's never known a John in her life. You have no idea where this is coming from.

"Who's John, sweetheart?"

"My friend," she replies, swinging her legs above the floor, happy as can be. "He was here first. We play together when you're workin'."

You blink at her a little dumbly. You know, logically, that John must be an imaginary friend - someone her little five year old mind has conjured in all her hours alone in the big house. But still, your simmering paranoia about there being someone else in the house spikes.

"Have I ever met John, honey?"

"Nuh-uh," she giggles a little, looking at you with an expression that says silly mommy. "John's not really there, mommy. That's why I gotta take everything outside."

You nod a little, your worry assuaged. It's just an imaginary friend - a perfectly normal kid thing.

"Well," you hum, turning to the skillet to start on your own pancakes. "I wouldn't mind working on the porch today, baby. You and John can play outside all you want."

It should be just that. It is just that.

Except... the idea of an imaginary friend eats at you.

As the pieces start connecting you tell yourself that you've spent too much time alone in this big old house. You tell yourself you need to get out, to find communities for both you and your baby to get involved with.

But the dots still connect.

You think of all the times you've heard your daughter start crying in the middle of the night, only for her to be giggling by the time you get to her room. You think of the night you were sure you left the stove on (you'd planned to make brownies, but gotten distracted while the oven preheated) only to find it completely turned off when you rushed downstars.

You think of the full conversations your sweet baby girl tells about John. She tells you he's tall, with a big beard, and a funny hat. She says he's got a nice voice and soft hands. She says he tells her bedtime stories, and that he has a funny accent.

You sit on the porch one night, and the back door opens behind you. Instead of the sound of small feet pattering towards you, there's silence. The door closes another moment later.

Your daughter tells you that John thinks you should spend more time with them - not her, with them.

The bed is made one day when you're sure you hadn't bothered in the morning. You'd been overwhelmed with work, had been too stressed to bother tucking in your comforter. When you go to bed that night, it's perfectly made with almost military precision.

You watch from the porch as your daughter giggles with her doll, dancing the little toy through the air and talking to nothing. You blow a cool breath over your mug, and tell yourself there's nothing there.

That night, there's a spot of warmth in your bed when you lay down to sleep.

#idk why i keep giving price's readers children #sorry to those of you not down for single mom readers lmfao #deal with it! #bo writes #1k celebration #price x reader #john price x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic

[doumadono]

ONCE AGAIN CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE !! 🩷

i’d like to request a blurb with the sfw prompt “one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze” with dabi x fem!reader ^_^

"I don't hate it" - Dabi x Reader

Synopsis: both you and Dabi harbored feelings for each other, yet neither of you had summoned the courage to confess. Until now A/N: thank you so much for the congratulations, dear! I hope you'll enjoy this little blurb ♥

MASTERLIST

In the dimly lit hideout of the League of Villains, the air was thick with tension as Tomura Shigaraki laid out his latest plan against hero society.

You, a devoted member of the organization, were seated next to Dabi, trying to focus on the meeting, but your thoughts kept drifting to him.

Dabi, with his stoic demeanor and sarcastic remarks, had always been an enigma. You admired his boldness and feared his unpredictability, but there was something about him that intrigued you. Little did you know, he felt the same way about you, but neither of you had ever spoken about it.

As Shigaraki continued speaking, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over you. You sighed softly, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of planned actions. Without thinking, you leaned your head onto Dabi's shoulder, seeking comfort from the turmoil inside you.

For a moment, the room seemed to freeze. You could feel Dabi's tense body beside you, his stoic facade faltering as he processed the unexpected gesture. He didn't react negatively, but he didn't reciprocate either. Instead, he sat there frozen, trying to understand the strange warmth that spread through him.

You immediately regretted your impulsive action, fearing you had crossed a boundary. But to your surprise, Dabi didn't push you away. His silence spoke volumes, and you dared to steal a glance at him. His usual hard gaze softened just a fraction, revealing a vulnerability you had never seen before.

"What's this about?" Dabi finally grumbled, his voice tinged with a hint of discomfort.

You bit your lip nervously, searching for the right words. "I… I'm just tired. It's been a long day, and now this meeting… We're sitting here for past two hours," you mumbled, hoping he wouldn't see through your flimsy excuse.

Dabi's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer. "Fine, just don't make a habit out of it," he muttered, his stoicism returning as he turned his attention back to the meeting.

Your heart sank, convinced that you had made a mistake. You cursed yourself for being so foolish and vowed to keep your distance from now on. But as the meeting dragged on, you found it increasingly difficult to ignore the warmth radiating from Dabi's shoulder, due to the quirk he possessed.

As Shigaraki continued with the meeting, you couldn't help but notice Twice and Toga exchanging glances. Their eyes darted between you and Dabi.

Toga's eyes widened, her lips curving into a sly smile as she blinked a few times. She had always been perceptive, and seeing you resting your head on Dabi's shoulder seemed to trigger her suspicions. With a mischievous grin, she leaned closer to Twice, whispering something in his ear. He chuckled softly, his eyes still lingering on you and Dabi, but with an added glint of amusement.

As the League members continued to disperse, Tomura glanced over at Toga, who was still teasingly grinning at you and Dabi. He let out an exasperated sigh, trying to redirect the group's attention back to the matter at hand. "Toga, enough with the distractions. Focus on the meeting," Tomura said sternly.

Toga pouted, but she obeyed.

As the meeting concluded, the League members dispersed, leaving you and Dabi alone in the room. The silence felt heavy, and you were about to make a hasty exit when Dabi's voice broke through.

"Hey, wait," he called out, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant.

You turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yeah?"

Dabi's usual stoic expression wavered, and he seemed to be grappling with his emotions. "Look, about earlier…" he trailed off, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet yours. "I don't hate it," he admitted, his voice softer than you had ever heard it.

Confused, you tilted your head slightly, unsure of what he meant. "You don't hate what?"

He hesitated again before finally confessing, "Having you close like that. It wasn't bad."

Your breath caught in your throat, realizing that Dabi hadn't rejected your touch earlier. In fact, he had felt something too. A warm blush crept onto your cheeks, and you found yourself leaning closer to him once again, your head resting on his shoulder.

Dabi tensed for a moment, but this time, he didn't freeze. Instead, he relaxed into the contact, his arm hesitantly wrapping around your shoulder.

"I guess… I don't hate it either," you whispered, feeling a newfound connection between you.

divider by: @cafekitsune

#dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi fluff #mha fluff #mha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #dabi x reader fluff #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki x reader #toga himiko #twice #shigaraki tomura #request completed #x reader #dabi fic #dabi my hero academia

[pablitogavii]

hiii (no rush) could you do one where gavi goes on a family vacation with the reader’s family and they all love him🤍🤍

Family vacation

Your POV

When we came back from Ibiza, my family invited me and Pablo to travel to Hawaii with them for the next week. I was really glad my family wanted Pablo to come knowing that during the season we can't spend time together as much as we wanted.

"Soy nervioso amorcito" Pablo told me while we were packing our bags at our shared room at Pablo's family house in Sevilla.

"Why cariño??" I said walking up to him and snaking my arms around his neck playing with the small hairs on his neck.

"What if they don't like me? And my English is not that good.." he said and I smiled touching our noses together before kissing his lips lovingly and he leaned into the kiss.

"They already love you, cariño. And if you don't understand something, I will translate for you so don't worry" I said and he smiled but still kept his muscles tensed.

"My dad loves football so he already loves you..and my mom heard how well you treat me so she loves you as well..just relax and trust your princesa" I added and he smiled nodding his head and kissing my lips again.

"I trust you, princesa.." he said and I nodded as we finished packing and left to meet my family at the airport.

"Mama!" I waved and she hugged me tightly while my dad shook hands with Pablo politely. You were smiling at how tensed up your boy was but hoping he will eventually relax.

"You stole our daughter away boy!" my mom joked but Pablo thought she was serious apologizing which made you giggle and move to touch his chest and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Ellos se burlan de nosotros, amor" [They are teasing us, love] I said and he chuckled with slightly blushed cheeks as we all walked to our gate.

We walked into the plane, and Pablo grabbed my suitcase and put it in the above compartment before moving to let me sit by the window knowing how much I love it.

"You choose wisely babygirl" dad said and I chuckled nodding my head while looking at Pablo who really always was such a gentleman. I kissed his cheek and he blushed red making me giggle a bit.

Pablo's POV

The plane ride was nice as I chatted to her dad about football and she was sleeping peacefully with her head on my shoulder holding onto my hand tightly.

"Congrats on the National win, it was a hard game against Croatia.." her dad said and I nodded telling him that I was preparing for it for months and that I was very proud of the win.

"Um..Gavi can I have a signature??" small kid walked up to us followed by his mom who apologized but I shook my head saying that it was alright since I was kinda of used to it by now.

"Thank you!!" kid was so happy that it made me smile as he walked away and I continued to chat to her dad about the upcoming season.

When the pilot said we will start descending soon, I moved a little starting to wake her up so she can get buckled safely.

"Five more minutos, cariño!!"she whined like she always would when I woke her up and I chuckled hearing her mom say that she got it from her. I kissed her head repeatedly running my fingertips up and down her arm as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me adorably.

"Estas bien?" she asked and I nodded reassuring her that I relaxed a lot more over the last few hours I chatted with her dad. We walked out and grabbed our bags getting into a taxi that drove us tot he hotel.

I have never been to Hawaii before and it was truly so beautiful all around. She was sitting next to me holding my hand while I looked through a window at the beautiful nature.

"Do you like it amor?" she asked and I turned to her nodding my head with a big smile on my face.

"It's so beautiful" I said and her dad turned front he front seat.

"You'll see how beautiful it will be from a boat ride" he said and we both looked confused with what he meant.

"There is an event with fireworks on the boat that we got tickets for you two" her mom explained and she looked so happy about it that it made me smile. That was really kind of them.

"As long as you make sure she stays safe while on the boat.." her dad added and she rolled her eyes.

"Of course, sir!" I said to the man feeling ehr grip tighten on my hand as we looked at each other and I shrug my shoulders making her giggle.

Your POV

After getting to the hotel and unpacking, we went to the dinner with some of the old family friends that lived in Hawaii now. They heard we were here and wanted to catch up so my parents agreed.

"Long time no see, beautiful girl!" woman said and I smiled shaking hands with her husband before they asked who Pablo was looking at him up and down. Way to make him nervous!

"This handsome boy is her boyfriend. Isn't he lovely?" my mom said proudly and Pablo shook their hands politely before grabbing onto mine as we walked to the table. He pulled my chair before sitting besides me.

"Soccer isn't it?" man asked and I could tell he meant it in a mocking way. This family was very rich and often found pleasure in insulting others.

"We call it football but yes, I play for Barcelona" Pablo answered and I smiled proudly knowing that my boy isn't one to back down from a fight.

"Youngest at the World Cup and winner of National title" my dad added and Pablo smiled nodding his head. I was glad my parents really loved Pablo and defended him like this.

"Our Illias played soccer. Do you remember Y/n?" woman said and I rolled my eyes knowing where this is going. She always thought I would end up with her son because he was just so "irresistible"...more like entitled dick!

"Yeah, only for one year..but Pablo plays professionally" I said and my mom gave me a glare which made me calm down feeling Pablo' grip tighten. It was his way of telling me that I shouldn't pay them any attention.

"Yeah, Illias decided on law school..very intelligent our boy is" she said and it made me want to vomit since I knew the only reason he agreed on law school was to keep getting money on his account.

"Yes, and your daughter broke his heart" man said while laughing meaning it as a joke but it really wasn't. It was true Illias asked you out (surely being instructed by his family) but you rejected him before leaving on your trip to Europe where you met Pablo.

"Be careful boy or she might get you too" woman laughed hysterically and I looked at my dad about to get the fuck out of this restaurant but then Pablo reacted.

"She already did, señora. This girl owns my heart and can do what she pleases with it.." he said kissing my head and shutting them up for good and I smiled leaning into him with a bright smile.

"Good man!" my dad whispered tapping Pablo's shoulder and I could tell he was gloating in pride.

Pablo's POV

It was already one week into our vacation, and I really grew to feel like a family member to her parents. They were always very kind to me and very supportive of our relationship.

"How do you say meat in Spanish boy?" her dad asked me while we were standing by the grill with beers in ours hands and I smiled happy he wanted to learn.

"Carne" I said and he nodded repeating it to me while flipping the steak skillfully.

"Daddy, can I steal my boyfriend for a moment??" she came snaking her arms around my waist and I smiled knowing that she was missing spending time with me whenever she would get this needy.

"Que pasa amor?" I said as we hid behind the wall and she went on her tip toes kissing my lips passionately while snaking her arms around my neck playing with my hair.

"Pablo!" her dad called after a few moments and she groaned making me chuckle at her clinginess.

"I'm really happy they love you..but can't they just leave us alone!" she whined and I kissed her lips again pulling her closer to my chest.

"Tonight, we are going out alone amorcito..and I promise you will have all of my attention" I said and she touched my abs underneath my shirt teasingly.

"All of it??" she smirked and I shook my head at her little stunt grabbing her chin and smashing my lips onto hers.

"All you can take, princesa" I whispered into her ear biting it a little and making her moan before retreating back to the grill to meet with her dad.

I knew I left her unsatisfied but it was also kinda cute to see her steal glances from me while I wasn't looking and act out on her 'frustration' for the rest of the day.

Your POV

"Alright, mom dad me and Pablo are heading out for tonight" I said feeling very frustrated and 'needy' especially after the teasing I received from my malicious boyfriend this morning.

"Should we wait for you for dinner? I am making that chicken dish Pablo loves so much" mom said and I swore to god I got jealous at my own mother. Can't they love him but leave us the hell alone!

"No! Um..we will eat something out. Right, cariño??" I said and Pablo was smirking at my sudden outburst knowing it was hard to control my built up craving anymore.

"Yeah, don't worry about it Mrs. Y/l/n" Pablo said politely and she gave him a kind smile before we both finally left the house.

"Where are we going??" Pablo said as we walked towards the beach and I was almost running away from home at this point.

"Somewhere we can finally be alone!" I said and he chuckled nodding his head in agreement. We arrived tot he beach and Pablo put down the blanket for us as we sat down and watched the beautiful sunset with me sitting between his lags and my back glued to his chest.

"It's so beautiful amor" he said while twirling a piece of my hair around his finger as sun completely set and we were surrounded by darkness.

"Everything is perfect when I'm with you..alone" I said and he chuckled as I turned around straddling his lap and running my hand through his hair gently while he held my hips.

"I'm very happy you parents love me tho preciosa" Pablo said and I looked at him smiling and nodding my head.

"Mhm..me too but cariño right now I want to have 'all of you attention' all night long.." I smirked grinding down on him and he took the signal kissing my lips passionately and laying me down on the blanket gently.

This family vacation will be something I will remember forever..<3

I hope you like it <3

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[idyllic-ghost]

hiiii congrats on your 2k followers!!

can i suggest seventeen’s reaction to you coming too quickly on their cock… please?

thank you !

warnings: mentions of overstim, general smuttiness

MDNI !!!!

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Seungcheol: A mixture of disappointment and pride. Yes, it's sad that he didn't get to go for as long BUT he gets an ego boost from seeing you fall apart so soon. If you're down for overstimulation, he'll continue but he'd ask if you're okay every now and then. If you don't like overstimulation, or just can't take more than one orgasm, he'd stop immediately and go into comfort-mode.

Jeonghan: Bold of you to assume that it's not his goal to make you cum as fast as possible. This man will either edge you for hours or make you cum over and over again, there's no in between. If you happen to cum too fast when he's supposed to be edging you, then things might get interesting.

Joshua: He'd bully you (just a little). Saying things like "is my cock really that good?" or "you're so sensitive today". As soon as you'd start whining about it, he'd coo at you and start taking care of you (with a few snarky comments).

Junhui: He's confused ("already???"). After the confusion settles, he's proud about it. However, he's still very clearly needy. He makes sure that you're okay and if you are, he'd ask you to cum in your mouth or wrapped around your hand.

Soonyoung: So excited! Immediately asks to go again. Now there's a record to beat, and he loves a challenge. If you're too tired for another round, he'd remember it for next time you fuck.

Wonwoo: He'd be proud about it, but he wouldn't make a big deal about it - unless you came too quick for him. If he was planning on dragging it out, edging you all night, then a punishment is probably in order.

Jihoon: He doesn't really care. If he wanted to go for longer, he could always keep going or do something else with you entirely. It just doesn't affect him very much.

Seokmin: Gets all wide-eyed and asks if you're okay. Poor baby is used to having to work for the goal (something he enjoys), he's unsure of how to react when it goes too well. You'd have to assure him you're good, and that you can help him out in other ways.

Mingyu: Gets pouty. He wants you to cum first, but the fun is in the game - not in winning. He'd ask if you're okay to keep going, hoping that you are. If you're not, he'd have to go to the bathroom before he could go baby you.

Minghao: He's very proud. Gives you kisses all over you face, saying how proud he is of you. To him this means that you're relaxed around him - it's a high compliment to him.

Seungkwan: Another one who doesn't really care. He's happy that you feel comfortable around him, and he doesn't want to push you if you don't feel like going again. If you're willing, he's more than happy to keep going.

Vernon: "Oh, cool." No other reaction. He's happy about it, but it doesn't matter to him. If you want to go again, maybe even try overstim, then he's going to keep going.

Chan: He also sees it as a challenge for next time. How fast can he make you cum, but also how many times can he make you cum? This is a fun game that has suddenly been revealed to him - you'll see more of this in the future.

#bee's 2k celebration #seventeen #smut drabble #seventeen smut #seventeen reactions

[ithseem]

CONGRATS ON 150!!!!!

For TWST, which characters would you see get along with someone "opposite" from them?

Feel free to just do your top 5. Or just the people you think would have the largest reaction.

(GN Reader and can be read as platonic or romantic. Also not beta read.)

(Warnings: none)

An interesting ask indeed

If I had to pick five people in no particular order, I would have to go with...

Kalim Al-Asim

It's no secret that this guy gets along with almost anybody, and someone who's his opposite is no different (*cough*Jamil*cough)

I feel like someone who is the workaholic and serious type would be a good fit for Kalim (I cannot guarantee that you'll agree at first), as you can keep him focused on his own duties (boi's scatterbrained as hell)

Kalim is one of the few genuinely kind people in all of Night Raven College, even if he can come off a little strong. If you are skeptical or cynical, I think Kalim would be the breath of fresh air you need if you give him a chance

He can also be a bit unaware of his surroundings and the atmosphere, so you might need to tell him to reign in his enthusiasm a bit

Likewise, Kalim would tell his uptight friend (or romantic partner) that it is okay to let loose and have a little bit of fun sometimes. If you don't exactly know how to do that he'll be more than happy to help

Malleus Draconia

Malleus grew up pretty sheltered for most of his life so I feel like a cheerful and extraverted type of person would be a great change of pace for him

Malleus has lived his life being feared by almost everyone who's even his heard name, so someone who would treat him as a normal person would be a tad overwhelming for him. Even more so if you know who he actually is and treats him like that regardless

I feel like the friendship (or romance) between you two would be like the duality of cinnamon roll: Malleus is the cinnamon roll who looks like he could kill you, meanwhile, you would look like a cinnamon roll (or be one) but can kill a mf. That or you could actually be a cinnamon roll

I headcanon that Malleus is autistic, and it is canon that he has a special interest in gargoyles, so I think he would get along with someone who would listen to him ramble about them

This goes both ways. If you have a special interest (or a hyperfixation) he will listen to you ramble about it for hours

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is the definition of gifted kid burnout syndrome, and I think someone more laid back or outgoing would be something he'd appreciate in one way or another

Riddle would appreciate someone who is easygoing and easy to interact with since he's not very good at socializing (being strictly bound by rules does that to a mf)

If you happen to be a rule breaker (within reasonable bounds of course) he will be a bit surprised the first time you do it. If it is something minor like wearing the wrong colour socks or something, he'll try to overlook it, but for more serious offences, he will tell you off

And if his rule lawyering gets too out of hand, you will have to call him out on it

Ace Trappola

This little shit has absolutely no filter and will say what is on his mind, so I think someone more diplomatic would be a good counterbalance for him

I also feel like Ace holds a sort of fascination with more reserved people (he can deny it all he wants and say that they're boring as hell, but I don't believe him), so I think he would be the type of person to get them out of their shell.

I think this is especially true when it comes to voicing your opinions (many of which are either objectively correct or good things can come from at least speaking them)

I also like to think that their opposite can see right through his shit and calls him out for it. Their opposite is honest and has a built-in bullshit detector, and he cannot get anything past them

He does of course come to appreciate them for everything you

Leona Kingscholar

This cynic of a housewarden will not like you at first. You are everything he isn't: cheerful, friendly, in tune with the needs of others, and dare he say it? a little too naive and gung ho?

He can say that he doesn't need you to help him with his mental health, but we all know that's untrue (just watch, he's gonna give in if you're patient with him and give him space)

Your bright personality is what draws so many people to them, so he becomes jealous

Over time he would often come and kidnap you to either practice spelldrive or to take naps with him. He can say that he did it out of boredom all he wants, but it's just not true

Congratulations! You now have a friend (or romantic partner) in Leona

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[biblio-smia]

congrats on 800! “where's my goodnight kiss?” with clapton 🥹🫶

clapton is so,,, i want him so bad | part of v’s 800 follower celebration!

it's not very often that clapton takes extreme measures to see you. most days, he is satisfied with holding you between classes, taking you out almost every day afterwards, having you over and making you stay for dinner.

however, some nights he experiences this insatiable longing - a pain in his chest that begs to see you.

so, naturally, clapton sneaks out and finds his way outside your window.

he's knocking lightly, though he's anxious to be inside. it's chilly out and clapton didn't exactly layer up, his feet taking him to his desired destination without much thought. clapton doesn't even know if you're awake - selfishly, he hopes that even if you are, you'll wake up.

it takes a few moments but you're there, thoroughly confused, even more so as you push your curtains aside and see clapton standing on the other side of your window. clapton doesn't mind the playful roll of your eyes because you open your window for him, letting him climb in (with your help, of course).

"what are you doing-" you're cut off by clapton kissing your cheek and the laughter that erupts out of you as his hands find your sides. "clapton, shhh!"

"you're the one being loud," clapton whispers, taking a break from kissing you to look at you.

"what are you doing here?" you finally manage to say.

clapton shrugs. "i missed you."

"so you just... came over?"

clapton grins, resting his head on your shoulder, wrapping you up in his arms. "am i not allowed to see you?"

"not at twelve a.m. when my parents are asleep."

"they don't have to know," clapton chimes, pulling you back into the cozy bed he'd pulled you out of.

the gesture is dramatic, but you can't deny it's romantic. clapton, walking for how long, just because he missed you? your heart beats a little quicker as you let clapton pull you into his chest.

you cherish it. the little habits clapton is guilty of when he's tired, the deepness his voice takes on. he stares at you while you talk, wide-eyed and focused. he tries, and fails, not to yawn, knowing you'll have no choice but to send him home if his eyelids begin to droop.

when clapton can barely keep his eyes open, your sweet voice lulling him to sleep, you give him a look. here comes the worst part: saying goodbye.

it'll only be for a little while (you have a feeling clapton will be at your doorstep tomorrow morning), but clapton resents the feeling regardless, wishing he could stay until morning with no consequences. he dreams of nights where he can sleep next to you and mornings where you're the first thing he sees when he wakes up. maybe one day.

you open the window back up for clapton, not minding the big 4:46 that flashes on your clock. he's one leg out when he stops, eyebrows suddenly furrowing.

"hey," he beings. "where's my goodnight kiss?"

you fight the laughter that bubbles in your throat as you kiss clapton's cheek, watching the disappointed frown form on his face.

you give in eventually, grabbing clapton's face and pressing a long kiss to his lips. then another. then another.

by the time you're done, clapton's ears are red and his eyes are hazy.

"is that good enough?"

"perfect," clapton mumbles, swinging his leg out of your room. he stands through the opening of your window, soon to be too far to hold. "i'll call you in a few hours."

you wonder how much sleep you'll be able to get. "you're on thin ice."

"i miss you already."

you smile bashfully, nudging clapton in the direction of his house. "go home."

"i wanna kiss you again."

"tomorrow," you promise. "as many kisses as you want."

this satisfies clapton, at least for now. who knows about tomorrow?

#clapton davis #clapton davis x reader #clapton davis x you #clapton davis fluff #detention x reader #detention 2011 #v + clapton #v writes #v's 800 follower celebration

[lillithhearts]

Hey! Sorry if this is a bother, but I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of how Will, Gale, Astarion and Karlach would comfort you after top surgery? I’m getting mine soon, and baldurs is my comfort game, and this would be so incredible! Thank you for your time, really! Your work is incredible!!

Hi omg so like warning, I am a genderfluid afab so this writing might not be spot on for you but Im gonna try my absolute best pooks

Warnings: Not proofread! Talk of gender dysphoria, slight mentions of Transphobia

Transmasc!Tav x Bg3 chars

She doesn't really understand but that by no means she's not supportive, Whatever you wanna do you do. You look sexy as hell anyways.

Would definitely wanna see your scars and depending on your approach of them would compliment them, say they "add character" and "show how badass you are" after confiding in her of the struggles of being Trans she admires you 100 times more because she couldn't imagine feeling like that and being the sunshine you are

will hold you, talk with you, listen to you during the entire process. And if anyone ever says anything negative about them OR you? Oh hold her back or she might upper cut someone, you learned that the hard way. Smothers you in affection and reassurance before and after the surgery telling you she doesn't find you less attractive and that you'll be absolutely breathtaking no matter what you look like.

He listens to you all the time, if you go into a dark place about your identity and what you look like he will sit right at your side and tell you the sweetest things and you can tell he's 100% genuine

Like Karlach he will be there with you throughout the entire process, will help you apply creams and other remedies that'll help with scarring if you are uncomfortable with them, might even try and find a healer to try and get them completely removed.

But if you choose to just let your body heal naturally and whatever happens of the scars happens he will lay his chin on your chest while looking up at you. Just, looking at you

You are genuinely the most handsome man he's seen in his entire life and he would tell you till you lose your hearing.

Wyll is your number.1 defender in anything but especially your identity. He never even mentions youre trans to others not even his family and if they ask he just shrugs and says "Tav is Tav, and I love Him very much"

Said with a "that's that" tone to ensure the others do not engage further, unless you feel comfortable sharing your experience obviously.

He gets what it's like to feel out of place in your own body, he gets the disassociation and confusion of it— not in the way you do and he says that, telling you he wouldn't wanna compare your situation to his and that they are vastly different.

Would probably trace his fingers over your scars (with your consent ofc) whispering about how Gorgeous and Handsome you are, he tells you to not bat (ehe) them much mind they do not define you or your identity as a man.

He could go on about you and your greatness for hours if you ever felt upset before or after the surgery, grabbing your face and making you look at him while he admires the face of the love of his life.

He can understand the out of body experience you might experience and sympathize with you

Definitely the kinda guy to say "get tattoos over em" if you say you don't like the look of them, I think he finds Tattoos very attractive and if they make you feel better that's even better!

If you needed to get your mind off it he would just nudge you with a few Magic facts and see if you bite so you can listen to his very non-coherent rambles

Probably the first person to see you after it, will literally fight his way through Doctors and nurses to see you holding your favorite things.

And you'll never forget how his eyes light up at seeing you, He sees you're so much happier now and you feel more comfortable and he's so extremely proud of you.

THIS MIGHT BE SHIT??? but congrats on getting your top surgery date and I hope you recover well and feel at ease with yourself. PLEASE STAY SAFE AND LOVE YOURSELF YOURE WONDERFUL💋

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[roosterbruiser]

Consider: trophy husband!Jake and politician!r.

(Also hi, ily and congrats on 1.9k!!!you’re the bestest) ~🦈

in the back of the hummer, you're sitting with your legs crossed at the ankle so as not to disturb your skirt--which is a rental from Chanel, which still boggles your mind.

you feel beautiful, really--and you know that you would even without the Chanel skirt. you should feel beautiful, too--you spent a few hours getting ready. new makeup--heavier than usual to see if that does anything to effect your presence in gossip magazines, which is imperative since you're trying to influence a younger demographic before the next election cycle. new hair--which is trendier than you usually go for, but worth it.

still, though, your stomach is churning. it's silly that you still get nervous about shit like this--big dinners with donors that you have no interest in schmoozing, celebrities you have no interest in getting to know. you've been in this game for a while now, happily running your grassroots campaign and finding marginal success in doing so, but dammit if the prospect of meeting Anne Hathaway doesn't give you butterflies.

"gotta touch up," you sigh softly, glancing at Jake, who's sprawled across the seat beside you with his sunglasses low on his nose. he's always cool as a cucumber before events like this, all smiles and charm and beauty. "mirror me?"

and before you can even say anything else, he sits up and begins to emulate your every move. it's one of his favorite jokes--one that he pulls out every single time you ask him to mirror you.

"ha ha ha," you say dryly, rolling your eyes.

but, like the good boy he is, Jake then grabs the little golden compact mirror from his breast pocket and aims it at your face with expert precision. this definitely isn't his first rodeo.

for a moment, with a grin biting at his lips, he watches you fondly. you're smearing on more of that expensive lip gloss you were given for tonight, touching up that pretty shade of eyeshadow that's been smoked out beneath your lashes, smoothing little flyaway hairs.

it's no secret that he's incredibly fond of you--in fact, he's so fond of you that it's made the front page of several newspapers in the past few years you've been together. fond enough that he couldn't keep his hands to himself after a governor's dinner as the two of you waited, tipsy, for your ride home. oops. after that incident, with the paparazzi photos and the stern talking-to from your publicist, you two swore to be more careful.

so, now that the two of you have sworn up and down to be less obvious, he knows that he only has a few more minutes to cozy up with you before you arrive at your destination under the microscope.

"I can feel you staring," you say absently, pretending like it doesn't make your face hot.

"good," he tells you with a grin. "you're very perceptive, Mrs. Seresin."

"not for a few more months," you sigh, puckering your lips. "and it'll actually be Rep. Seresin."

Jake grins, his cheeks pink with delight at the thought. he can imagine, clear as day, the heavy brass nameplate on your shiny oak desk that spells out your name so deliciously: Representative Seresin. he can also imagine, clear as day, swiping it to the floor and laying you down on it. ripping off that Chanel skirt, smearing that lipstick cross your cheek, attaching his lips to your nipples through your expensive blouse, and rocking the both of you into a new era of youth-soaked progression.

"oh, baby," Jake says, pressing a sweet and careful kiss to your neck, sighing against your sweet-smelling skin when you choke out a quiet moan. "don't get my engines revving before we get there. you know what I'll have to do."

he's right--you do know. you'll have to roll up that divider and get to work on swaying your favorite demographic: your horny fiancé.

"well, you know what they say," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to tenderly kiss down the column of your throat. somewhere in the past minute, he's closed the compact mirror and settled his hand on the upper part of your thigh, his breath warm and minty as it fans across you. "when they go low, we go high."

"fuck, I love it when you quote Michelle Obama to me," Jake moans quietly.

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[leiawritesstories]

Congrats on 500 followers! <3

A couple of prompts...

-I put you down as my emergency contact because I don’t know anyone else in the city, and we literally only met in passing, please forgive me but I am stuck at the ER and they won’t let me leave without you.

-First time meeting the parents

-“I would marry you again in a heartbeat.”

I got one from each list. Just leave Frederick on a leash? :)

🥰🥰🥰Thank you, my dear ❤️ *forcibly shoves Frederick back into the basement* You'll be pleased to know that Frederick has NOT been invited to the party 😂

also, both you and @renxzs asked for the "emergency contact" prompt, so I'll fill that one separately (and hopefully you'll like it hehe)

Word count: 814

Warnings: absolutely none :D

Enjoy!!

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"I can feel my blood pressure going up just thinking about this stupid dinner." Aelin leaned back into Rowan's arms, biting at her lower lip like she always did when she was stressed.

"Fireheart, it'll be okay," Rowan promised, kissing the top of her head.

She blew out a sharp breath. "What if they hate me? What if my parents hate you? What if they decide we 'aren't right?' What if--"

"Hey." He cut off her rambling worries with a kiss, gentle and sweet. "Aelin, love, my mom and dad love you already, and they've only met you through my stories."

"Yeah," she admitted, her tense posture starting to relax. "I'm worried about my mom, though. Her standards are so fucking high."

Rowan flicked imaginary lint off of his suit jacket. "That's why I dressed to impress, love."

She chuckled softly. "You'll always impress me, love."

A soft smile curved his lips. "I love you, Fireheart."

"I love you too." She rested her head on his shoulder, drinking in the peace of the moment. "We really have to go, though."

He sighed. "Yeah, we do." Lacing his fingers with hers, Rowan led Aelin out of her apartment and down to where his car was waiting. He drove to the restaurant where they were meeting both sets of their parents for dinner, taking her hand as they got out of the car and headed across the parking lot. "It's gonna be perfect," he reassured her in a low whisper, squeezing her hand.

"I hope so," she murmured, squeezing his hand back.

The moment they walked entered the elegant, low-lit restaurant, they ran into the rush of Enna Whitethorn's enthusiasm. "Darling!" she chirped, folding Rowan into a breath-stealing hug. "Oh, it feels like we haven't seen you in forever, son!" She beamed, soft lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes.

"Hi, Mom," Rowan deadpanned, biting down on his mischievous grin. "It's literally been three months, calm down."

She pinched his cheek, which Aelin thought was completely adorable and something she'd never, ever let her stoic boyfriend live down. "That's too long, darling." Wrapping her hands around his arm, she steered him towards Aelin. "And who is this lovely lady? She's miles out of your league, my dear."

Rowan cleared his throat. "Mom, this is my girlfriend, Aelin."

"Oh, it's so wonderful to finally meet you, Aelin dear!" Enna embraced Aelin, who took a few seconds to realize what was happening before she hugged Enna back.

"It's wonderful to meet you," Aelin laughed. "I can totally see where Ro gets his sense of humor." She winked. "When he allows it to show, at least."

Enna clicked her tongue conspiratorially. "Mmm, yes, he's far too solemn for his own good. I'm sure you're fixing that, though."

"We practice his smile for twenty minutes every day," Aelin agreed, nodding along. "The goal is an hour, but twenty minutes is such an improvement from the ten seconds he started with."

Rowan muffled a groan. "You two are getting along far too well," he complained, affectionately stealing Aelin's hand and sliding it back into his.

Enna beamed at the two of them. "Let me take you back to where we're all sitting." She walked them towards the back of the restaurant, where Rhoe and Evalin Galathynius sat with Pyotr Whitethorn at a table set for six, chatting animatedly. "The young ones are here!" she announced.

The parents immediately stood up, coming over to the young couple for introductions. Aelin threw Rowan a dangerous smirk and wink before turning to her parents, greeting them with smiles and hugs and kisses.

"Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet Rowan Whitethorn." She paused for dramatic effect. "My husband."

Halfway through shaking Rhoe Galathynius's hand, Rowan choked on air, coughing violently and blushing even harder. "Aelin!" he managed to wheeze as he caught his breath. "What?!"

Aelin burst into bright laughter. "Ah, love, the look on your face is too good." Her eyes twinkled with mirth.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack," Evalin gasped, muffling a smile as bright as her daughter's.

"Learned from the best," Aelin teased. "Rowan is my boyfriend, of course."

"Good." Rhoe kissed his daughter's cheek. "I won't start asking about grandkids, then."

"Dad!" Aelin's face flamed red. "You promised to behave!"

"That was before you decided to shock ten years off my life, Fireheart," Rhoe chuckled. "Fair play, hmm?"

"Fine," she acceded. After another few moments of greetings, they all took their seats, Aelin sliding in next to Rowan.

He took her hand under the table, sliding his thumb over the back of her palm. "Just so you know, love, I would marry you again in a heartbeat.”

She nudged his leg with her high heel. "That's still several years away, buzzard."

"Good luck convincing our parents of that," he joked. "They're already planning the wedding."

~~~

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[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Congrats on 1.2k!!! Your an amazing writer and we are all so lucky to have your prompts and stories!

Please for prompt 11# may I have Jacob saying that to F!reader after she’s been kidnapped an tortured for a few days. Blighters took her to mess with Jacob and they intended on killing her and leaving her where Jacob would find her body but they don’t get the chance. He gets to her in time and she’s scared and shaking/trembling. ( p/s she’s a civilian )

02/08/2022: Thank you so much! I'm nothing without your kind words and support <333 there are a couple of #11s around, so I'm going to take an educated guess on which one you mean. I hope you enjoy!

F! Reader x Jacob Frye

#11: "Show me where it hurts, darling, it's okay."

"Where is she?"

He leaned in close to the beaten Blighter in front of him, his low hum delivering a slow threat. "Believe me, I can make this the most painful experience of your life. You either tell me where she is, and you can scamper away with your miserable life, or I shall beat the truth out of you. Your choice."

The Blighter just chuckled in his chair, his bloodstained grin igniting a new rage in the Assassin. Jacob's lip curled in a silent snarl, raising his clenched fist to strike. The door creaked open behind him. "Jacob? Can we talk?"

"Can it wait?"

Evie didn't respond, and Jacob turned his head. The damp stone room was barely illuminated around Evie's silhouette as she leaned against the doorframe. Jacob released the Blighter's shirt reluctantly, moving to the door. "Better start making funeral plans, Frye," the Blighter sneered. Jacob paused in his step, spinning only to send a throwing knife into his shoulder.

"Get comfortable," he seethed, slamming the door behind the howling man.

The adjoining room shone the first sunlight on his skin for about six hours. He knew he was running out of time, and despite taking a deep breath, he pulled off the brass knuckles on his left hand and threw them in a white-hot anger across the room, a frustrated yell escaping his throat. An empty vase shattered in the corner. He turned to rest his fists on the table of weapons beside him.

"Please," he begged, head hung low. "Tell me you have news."

"I followed every lead of suspicious activity, everywhere Blighters have been stationed. I made a short list of--"

"Give it to me." He sniffed before turning to face his sister, hand outstretched.

"Jacob, think with your head for a minute. You know they're trapping you. They want to get in your head."

"I don't care. Give me the list."

"You aren't listening. I'm telling you to not go barging in like you always do. Even when you have your head on straight, you're reckless. You will get yourself -- and possibly Y/n --"

"Evie, give me the fucking list!"

It only took a second for Jacob to realise that he had snapped. He heaved a sigh, rubbing his hands down his face. "Sorry. I'm sorry."

Evie put a hand on his arm. "I know you're worried. But you also need to be safe. You're no use to her dead. Just promise me you'll be careful."

"Yeah. Yeah, I promise." A piece of paper slipped into his palm.

"Finish with your 'friend', and then we get going."

The next time Jacob entered the room, there was a smirk on his face. The Blighter's demeanour had completely changed. He was a pig ready to squeal.

"I'll tell ya everything!" he said once he made eye contact. "I'll tell ya under two-- no, three conditions!"

Jacob raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"Get this fucking knife out of my shoulder!"

Slowly, he crossed the floor to the Blighter. With equal speed, he crouched in front of the chair, grasping the hilt of the knife. "Keep talking, and I'll pull it out."

"How many days has it been?"

"Why does that matter?" Jacob asked, but relented a moment after. He has grown too impatient. "Four days."

He didn't like the smile that emerged after.

"And what's the time?"

"... 5 o'clock." He twisted the knife, releasing another painful cry. "Why?"

"She's... She's at the docks. The Thames docks."

He yanked the knife out of his shoulder, standing up to confer with the list from Evie.

Out of three places, the Thames docks sat at the bottom of the list.

He marched out. "You'll never get there in time, Jacob! By nightfall, she'll be dead!"

The Blighter's words echoed with the slam of the door.

"What happened?" Evie had waited, ready to support him.

"Docks. She's at the fucking docks." As soon as he left the stronghold, he ran to the main road, squinting in the soft light of dusk. A Rook carriage waited outside, ready for this moment. Evie and Jacob took over the driving seats as the Rooks sat inside. Jacob set the horses off urgently, immediately setting them into a canter. "Get the Rooks to cause a distraction. Pick the idiots off from a vantage point. I'm getting y/n."

"Stop seeing red and think about how you're going to achieve that, Jacob."

"Already have."

The reckless driving took merely five minutes, another reason for Jacob's anger. "Everybody out!" He rapped harshly on the wood as he dismounted. "You see anyone else, you bring them here."

"How do you think you're getting in?" Evie grasped his coat before he could walk off.

"That building there is a storage unit. Guarded by two Blighters, probably more inside. And I'm going to walk through the front fucking door."

"Calm down for two seconds, Jacob."

"I..." He took a stuttering breath. "I can't. Not without her."

Evie didn't say anything. She squeezed his shoulder before looking to the Rooks. "Rooks! With me!" She took them down to the opposite side of the docks, already drawing attention as she climbed high.

Jacob stood tall as he descended the stairs to the docks, waiting for the Blighters to come to him. Each time, they would crumble after one counter-attack. The trail of bodies led him to the door of a storage unit he had crossed off the list when he first started the search. Self-loathing boiled in his gut.

With a startling bang, he kicked the old door open. Gun drawn, he gave a hard look to the one holding a bloodied blade to your neck. Jacob studied the hurried rise and fall of your chest, your ruined clothes, the bruising and lacerations adorning your skin, the gag in your mouth. "Drop the gun, Frye."

"If you want to live, you'll step away."

There was a scuffling behind him, the recognisable sounds of people choking on their blood filled the air. In his peripheral, green coats joined him; swathes of Rooks blocked the door, cornering the lone Blighter. The man seemed to stutter in his stance, nervous and unsure of the sudden developments, of the ace that had fallen out of his sleeve. In the next second, he ran.

Jacob couldn't care less what would happen to him. His focus was on you, only you.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry." He kneeled in front of you and pulled the gag from your mouth, gently grasping your face. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." He cut the bonds on your wrists, catching you as you fell forward. Your eyes were closed. "Y/n, can you hear me?"

Nestled against his shoulder, you kept inhaling stuttering breaths. "It hurts," you cried hoarsely, tears spilling onto your cheeks.

"Show me where it hurts, darling, it's okay."

"E-Everywhere. Jacob, I'm scared."

He readjusted you into his chest. "I'm here now, I've got you. We'll get you home. Are you bleeding?"

You shook your head. "It's stopped." Although it should be reassuring, Jacob's heart dropped at the extent of what they've done.

"You're alright, you're okay."

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Congrats on your (well deserved) 500 followers! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

May I request...

10+21, with Nik and Zhar please?

Thank you!!

I LOVE THIS ONE) thank you so much!!! "Shut up before I kiss you." + "Am I your lockscreen?" \\ "You weren't supposed to see that."

Masterlist List of prompts Another answer from these series

Lips sealed

"Price! Here is my favorite Captain!" despite Nikolai giving him the biggest bear hug - John looks straight at Olga, standing in the distance.

"What is this one planning?" Price asks her, completely ignoring Niks muffled grumbles.

In any other situation she would tell on Nikolai right away, but this time her lips were sealed, so she just shrugs vaguely and steps into the Captain's house.

It was Zhars fault: she shouldn't have gotten so sentimental around Nik. From them two it was her, who was always reserved, even reticent about their relationship. She tried hard to not react to his lingering touches, play it cool, when he leaned closer and whispered something very personal in her ear. Not only it never stopped Nikolai - it seemed to sparkle some kind of ardor in him. Every time, they were out - he played this little game of 'ok, how many buttons I can push, before she ends up all flustered and panting?'. Eye contact, smirks across a crowded room, raised eyebrows, teasing, lots of it. Today, she herself gifted him yet another 'button', giving him her phone to call Price.

"Am I your lockscreen?" Nikolai tilted his head, inspecting a background picture on a display.

"Oh fu-, give me that back!" She tried to pull a phone from his hand, but Nik didn't let it happen. "You were never supposed to see that!" Zhar facepalms and looks away, hiding a growing blush.

"I was never supposed to see, someone's secretly fangirling over me?" Nikolai clearly exaggerates, because her lockscreen is just his hands. But he can't deny himself in ravishing in this moment. "Ok, if it's not for me to see - how about we send it to straight to John? You know, he too has a soft spot for me - maybe you could organize a little cozy fanclub together?"

"You are walking on a very thin ice, Nikolai. One more joke about you and Price, one slightest mention of this, while we are there, and..."

"And? You'll need a rope, my treasure? Or you'll just convince me to be still and obedient for you?" Zhar only hissed incoherently in return. The evening haven't yet started, and she already felt, that a few next hours of her life won't be the easiest.

"So, I guess, we are discussion your next mission with Price, after all," added Nikolai, still not letting her have her phone back. "And if you have another opinion - feel free to change a topic and tell him, how I made his former Lt swooning with my charm."

And just like that, Zhar now couldn't stop Nikolai from dragging Price into a plan, that she specifically tinkered so accurately, that all that Chimera would be risking is her. To her relief, Nik wasn't reorganizing the whole operation - he just wanted to hide her somewhere for one night, to give her some time to rest.

"So, do you think, you have anyone in Scotland?" Nik smiled benignly, stretching in his chair.

"Anyone? Nikolai, we have MacTavish, and it's the very best, Scotland could ever offer you." Prices velvety voice mixes with a thick cigar smoke in the air.

"I know, but..." Zhar tenses, waiting, how Nikolai concludes his phrase. This is a very delicate matter, and he should think twice, before telling Price the whole truth.

"...but i would very much like to put a good distance between our pal Johnny and a car full of what can in theory be considered as weapons of ma-"

While Captain was fighting to not spit out the last sip of whiskey, he took, Zhar jumped up and dragged Nikolai away from the room.

"Price, we'll be back in a minute!" She hisses, leading Nik deeper in Johns house so eagerly, that his comment 'Price, we WONT' is left unheard by his friend.

As soon, as she sees an open door leading to the bathroom - she pulls Nikolai there and slams him against the wall. It's soft enough to not harm him, but harsh enough to make her point.

"Someone's feisty today," Nik chuckles, his hands snake up her spine. "Should I mention, that I do indeed have a rope in my trunk?"

"You should shut up for good. This is my plan, my operation, and only I get to decide who will be involved there. Telling Price, what exactly am I going to transport there is making him involved!" If she could, she would burn a hole in him with her eyes right now. But that seems to not bother Nikolai.

"You are forgetting, who is the boss here, Zhar." He doesn't try to break free - only pulls her closer. "And as your superior, I'd like to conduct a masterclass, nebo moye*. You see, when you have someone trapped like me, and you need them to do something for you - you should also make it clear, what happens, if they don't follow your orders."

Zhar freezes, not believing her own ears. Somehow, Nikolai seems to not care for a secrecy of Chimeras plans, when it comes to his best friend. The only thing, he seems to be interested in right now is her bare skin under his fingertips, as his hand slipps under her coat.

"So if you want me to shut up..." He leans towards her ear. "... make me."

Her breath hitches. Looks like there is one man on this planet, that can make her forget, how angry she was just a moment ago. And she was lucky enough to end up with this man. She fights her beating heart, fights the blush appearing under his satisfied and mischievous gaze. But if there's anything, she learned after months spent with him - It's that she loves, what he is doing to her. It makes her feel alive, wicked, wild, almost almighty.

"Shut up, or I'm kissing you right here," she whispers.

A wide grin spreads on Nikolais face. Not breaking an eye contact with Zhar, he addresses to Price, who still sits in a dining room. "Hey John, you know, what I found on Olgas phone this eve-"

She cuts him off, bringing her lips to his. Their kiss is hungry, full of desire, suppressed from both sides. Nikolai is the one pinned against the wall, but he still stays the one in charge, not letting her go as long as she doesn't surrender completely, and her body starts lightly shaking.

"Horoshaya moya, tak bistro uchishsya*... Ok, you wanted my lips sealed - be it your way." Nikolai exhales, melting under her hot breath on his face.

When they both finally come back to Price, he asks Zhar if she still takes any medication.

"Ehm-m-m, no... no, i'm fine." She is genuinely taken aback by this question, not understanding, what is Captain getting at.

Instead of an answer, John takes out another glass, pours whiskey in it and hands it to her.

"You two crazy Russians are not leaving my house, till you confess, what are you tinkering there, with weapons of mass destruction behind my back." Prices tone brooks no objection.

Zhar throws a desperate glance on Nikolai, but that scoundrel is just making himself comfy in his seat. "Sorry, nebo moye, it's your call now - my lips are sealed..."

nebo moye - my sky/my heaven

Horoshaya moya, tak bistro uchishsya - my good one, learning so fast

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[ohbo-ohno]

a place that feels eerily familiar to you, like you knew it in a dream + price !! 🫶

congrats on so many sillies following you!!!

1k game here

this one was kinda hard to think of something for but i hope you like it! also thank you ily <3 i love my sillies

2.2k of john price x single mom reader. this is kinda labyrinth inspired, except i've never see labyrinth so we're going on vibes alone. no smut! this is another one with very little of the character requested, but im gonna get better about not doing that i promise <3

You're gobsmacked as you stare at the scene in front of you.

The walls are painted almost aggressively bright, with rainbows crisscrossing over each other in every direction, random bursts of white you think are meant to be clouds. The colors make you squint a little, you didn't even know paint could be that bright.

It's almost painful to look at. It's also... familiar. You're not sure why, but it is.

You shake off the odd sense of déjà vu, refocusing on your goal.

"Alice?" You call out again, cupping your hands around your mouth and shouting as loudly as you can. "Alice, baby, where are you? Can you hear me?"

Nothing.

It's hard not to fall to your knees and just give up. The only thing keeping you standing is the memory of your sweet baby girl in that man's arms. Her little cherubic face tucked into his neck, tiny body dwarfed by his massive form...

You force a full breath into your lungs, then another, then another. You won't be able to help Alice if you can't keep your head.

"Alright, think," you whisper to yourself, taking another moment to scan the room. "If I were a piece of shit baby-stealer, where would I keep a perfect angel?"

Nothing responds.

The room is definitely meant for a child, but scaled up to your size. The door you'd come in through has disappeared, leaving you stuck in this weird rainbow nightmare.

There's a bed against one wall - not really a bed so much as a stack of no less than six mattress one on top of the other, all with the same purple bedsheets. They nearly reach the ceiling, and on the very top your sure you can see several stuffed animals.

There are bookshelves against one wall, floating shelves styled after unicorns where the books rest along their backs and the unicorns themselves stick out from the wall. It's horrendously impractical - all you can think about is how much dusting they would need, how dangerous they could be if they fell on top of someone.

The floor is a nice hardwood with a large plush rug in the center, stylized to look like a white cat curled up in a little ball.

The room is spotless. Nothing is out of place, there's not a spec of dust anywhere to be seen, and nothing is stained. You wish your own daughter's room was this clean, but three year old's are a very messy species.

This room is clearly meant for a kid, but you can tell it's never been used. No child could keep a white rug so clean.

You sit on the floor in front of the purple bed and try to collect your thoughts, eying the room around you.

The man - John Price, he'd said around a cigar - had been clear about your task. Find your way out of the labyrinth in twenty-four hours, and you'll be reunited with your baby.

Of course the jackass had neglected to mention it's a magical labyrinth. Of course he hadn't told you that the maze would literally reconstruct itself right in front of your eyes.

This room had appeared practically out of thin air too, which is why you suspect that no one's ever been here but you. The whole place has an air of cleanliness that leaves your skin crawling.

The walls though... there's something so familiar about them.

It hits you a few moments later.

You'd had a coloring book as a little girl that was rainbow themed - each page featured a rainbow in a different setting, or a different shape, or an animal with rainbow patterns, things of that nature. Your favorite page had been the one without any design but rainbows, arches crisscrossing over each other in every direction. You spent hours painstakingly coloring it properly, despite the fact that it was nearly impossible to tell where the top of the rainbow was in certain places.

You'd begged your mother to paint your room like that, promised her that you'd help, that you'd never complain about your chores again, all typical little kid stuff. Your mother had refused, and you'd forgotten all about it by breakfast the next day.

That pattern from the coloring book is the same one decorating the walls, complete with the incorrect colors in certain places. That's where you remember it from.

And... and that bed. Mattress stacked on top of one another, purple bedsheets. It's just like an old copy of The Princess and the Pea your father brought home one day. You had been so entranced with the idea of a bed so tall that you'd never even cared about the end of the story. You vividly remember begging for a tall bed like the princess had, and you'd gotten it - you slept in a loft bed for most of your teen years.

It's clear from there what's going on. The unicorn shelves are plucked from your memory too, originating from a years long obsession with the mythical creatures. The rug, now that you think about it, matches one your kindergarten teacher had. The whole room is filled with things that you thought would be great in a bedroom as a little girl.

So.... how do you get out?

There's no door, no windows, no attic, nothing. Just a sealed rainbow box.

You skim your memory as quickly as possible, trying to imagine any sort of escape route you might've wanted. When you were little, you'd gone through a phase of wanting to live in a tower like Rapunzel, but that had a window. You also tried to run away once, becoming very enamored with the idea of living in a tent. You'd wanted to live in a treehouse for a bit, and that....

Oh. That's it.

You'd wanted to live in a treehouse, and your father jokes that you would roll right out of the hatch when you were asleep. You'd proudly said nuh-uh and told him how you'd drag the mattress over the hatch every night.

You glance over your shoulders at the six mattress stacked on top of each other and sigh.

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It takes a while, but you finally manage to shove the last mattress away from it's spot.

Not only is there a trapdoor beneath it, there's one singular pea.

You'd laugh if you were any less exhausted.

You leave the rainbow room all but destroyed - the stuffed animals had gone flying and knocked off the books, and the floor is almost completely covered by mattress - but you're far too excited about your small win to worry about cleaning up.

You climb down the ladder in a tiny, enclosed space, breathing slowly to keep yourself from hyperventilating. It's almost pitch-black and you can't fight off the image of the walls shifting around you, deciding you're not supposed to be here and.....

You breathe a sigh of relief when your feet hit the floor.

Your first instinct is to call out for your daughter again, hope that she hears and cries out for you, but this room - dark and undecorated - is dead silent. The kind of silent that feels wrong to break. So you inch forward towards the only door you can make out along the wall.

Your hand shakes as you push it open, tense as you reveal....

A nursery.

A nursery with your baby in it, your little girl all curled up in a crib that she's a bit too old for. She's wearing something different than what you had her in, but she's real and she's safe.

You step froward on instinct, standing at the side of the crib. Just as you're reaching in to grab her and run, a voice speaks up from behind you.

"What are you doing?"

You jolt, spinning around and pressing your back in front of where your baby sleeps.

It's the man again. He can barely fit through the doorway (literally ducks) and he's broad enough to nearly block it. He's almost cartoonishly large, with tree trunk thighs and arms, a soft padding around his body that makes him look both terrifying and nice to hug.

His beard twitches as he frowns at you, thick eyebrows dipping low over his eyes.

"You're not supposed to be here."

You shake your head a little, getting your racing heart under control. "You said if I could find Alice in twenty-four hours I could go home."

He shakes his head slowly, stepping further into the room. The door disappears behind him. "No, I said find your way out of the labyrinth and you could keep her."

Against your own will, you feel tears start to sting in your eyes. "But..."

"How did you get here?" He asks again, shifting back a bit. His face softens just slightly, but that isn't saying much.

"I found a door," you say. "Under the mattresses."

He hums. "You remembered, then."

Now it's your turn to look confused. "Of course I did. It was my dream as a child."

His head tilts to the side as he takes a few steps forward. "You would be shocked how many parents have forgotten their own dreams. It's pathetic," he spits.

You try to push a little further back as he comes within reaching distance, but you have nowhere else to go.

"Pathetic?"

"Yes. How are you supposed to fulfil your child's dreams if you can't remember your own?"

"But... but not all dreams are meant to come true."

He scowls at you, leaning a little further forward. "Really? You don't remember how devastated you were when you didn't get that treehouse? Or the rainbow walls? You cried for hours, I saw it in your memories. Why would you want to put your daughter through that?"

That's... invasive, but you try to move past it. "But my dreams weren't always good for me. I couldn't sleep in the treehouse, what if something went wrong? There could've been a storm, or someone in the woods, or I could've gotten too scared to go inside - any number of things. And I would've been bored of the walls by the weekend, of course my mother didn't spend days painting them just for me to be over it before I even said thank you."

He hums a bit, bringing a hand up to stroke his chin. "You would deny your daughter's dreams because you don't want to create them, then?"

You scowl at that, holding yourself back from poking a finger into his chest. "Are you calling me lazy? How dare you! You know, I work two jobs to take care of that little girl all by myself since her daddy's a deadbeat, I work myself to the bone making sure she can eat, and you call me lazy for not painting the walls the colors she wants?"

He latches onto the wrong part of the sentence. "Her father's not in the picture?"

You glare at him. "That's what you got from that?"

He seems to be stuck in deep contemplation, taking another step forward so your chests nearly brush and you're forced to stare up at him.

"So, it's not for a lack of love, then?"

"What? Of course not. If I could, I'd give Alice everything she could ever want and more. But that's not how the real world works."

"It's how the labyrinth works."

"Excuse me?"

He gestures broadly to the nursery. "The labyrinth is kind to her inhabitants. She gives them everything they desire, because it's easy for her."

You've never been more confused in your life. "Okay? Good for her, then."

You get the feeling he's reached a conclusion that you can't even see in the distance as he nods to himself, leaning to the side a bit to glance at Alice. You fight down the urge to leap over the crib and cover her body with yours.

"Then you will stay here."

That jerks you back to reality. "Wait- what?"

"You will stay in the labyrinth, where she can provide for... what did you call her? Alice? Yes, Alice. You and Alice will be taken care of here."

"But-" you splutter. "But I found her! You said I had to find her!"

He shoots you a slightly exasperated look. "No, as I said before, you had to find your way out. You didn't. And look at that, time's up." A timer appears in the air in front of him, ticking down to zero. "Now you and little Alice are mine. It's been a little empty around here recently, it won't be the worst thing to have company for a bit."

You feel heat rush to your face. "No! Let us go, you can't keep me here on a technicality!"

He smiles - a real smile, brightening up his eyes - and surprises you by cupping your cheek with one big paw.

"Oh my dear, it's my labyrinth, I can do whatever I want in it. And it's not a technicality, though I could keep you based on several of those too."

You fume as you glare up at him, hands curled into fists. "I'll find my way out. You can't keep us here."

He chuckles, patting your cheek once before stepping away. "Oh, yes, I think you'll be fun to keep around for a while, darling. Try your best to escape, if you'd like. I don't think I'll mind finding you lost a few more times."

#im gonna be real with u anon idk what happened with this one and im sorry if it sucks #also i know this doesn't feel like price im SORRY #price x reader #john price x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #bo writes #1k celebration

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CONGRATS DELLA<333333

There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

steve harrington (what did you expect honestly) + the prompt/hc/idk of eating at some tiny diner at 2am because why not?? (i hope that's ok)

once again, congrats<3

Thank you my love 🥰🥰🥰

(trying 2nd person 😬, we'll see how it goes) (not proofread)

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"No, stop thinking! No thoughts, just answer!"

"Steve, this is a big question, it's the middle of the night, we're running out of gas, we could get kidnapped for all we know, it's a big question."

"Honey," the endeared irritation apparent in his tone, even though he was keeping his eyes on the road and you couldn't see his face. "Diner or truckstop? Exit's comin' up."

"Uhh..."

"Pick now, pick now, pick now," he urged you on as he started to veer off towards the exit.

"Diner!"

"Perfect! And it's right here." The neon sign lit up the spaces between the trees and the snowglow through the winter air made it seem like the forest lining the road was glowing.

He pulled in and found the closest spot to the entrance, just to make you more comfortable. "You got your jacket?" he asked you.

"I threw it in the trunk."

"Just keep mine then." It was laying over your lap for half the ride anyway, a perfect blanket.

"You can't not wear a jacket, you'll freeze."

"You can't wear a frozen jacket."

"Then we'll share."

"Wha-" But you were already waving him out of the car.

"Put it on."

"Baby, no"

"Put it on and come here. Come on, come on. We don't have all day, I'm freezing already."

He finally, reluctantly, put it on and you pulled his arms tight around you with your back to his chest. "Right foot first. Whaa! No, your other right."

"It's icy, babe, be careful. And my right is your right."

"My right is your right when you haven't been driving for 4 hours. This foot, Vermont shuffle, come on."

It was the longest minute ever, the kind of freezing that makes your joints hurt just thinking about it seeping into your bones and making the three yards into the diner more like an exodus.

Both of you sighed the moment the warmth of indoor heating touched your skin. He spun you around and pushed your arms under his jacket, holding you close with the hot skin of his back against your cold palms.

The obvious display of affection didn't stop the clearly overtired hostess from offering a sweet smile.

"Hi, uh, two please?" Steve asked through chattering teeth.

"Right this way." She sat you both at a wraparound booth right under a vent and Steve wrapped his coat back around your shoulders as soon as you were settled.

"Thank you, and could we have 2 coffees please?"

She nodded and went off to grab the pot. "You should sleep the rest of the way, don't have another coffee." You said as you smushed closer to him, part for the warmth, mostly just because he's him.

"I know, they're both for you. But you know you can wake me up right? Even if it's just to tell me whatever random thought popped into your head? Or you can't figure out the radio, whatever you want."

"Yes, I know, but I also know that I want you to sleep. I don't want you all grumpy tomorrow."

"I won't be grumpy."

"You'd be so grumpy. You'd be hiding behind your sunglasses all day, and asking me when we can go home. Na-ah, don't even argue."

The waitress came back and Steve ordered for you since you couldn't speak through your mouth full of coffee.

***

"You're kidding." You slapped your palm against the table at Steve's gossip about the kids.

"I am not, I got this straight from Dustin. And he got it right from Max."

"Max didn't tell you?"

"No, why would she?"

"Because you're the biggest gossips I know! You two plus Eddie in one room and that's half of Hawkins' rumor mill,” you said.

"We are not."

"Absolutely you are, eat your breakfast-dinner, I need you sleeping."

"Why, you don't want my charming, irresistible company?"

"No, I do, you know I do, but we literally just had this conversation, and your snores make much better company than grumpy old man Steve."

He gasped and clutched his chest, he's been spending too much time with Eddie. "I am not an old man."

"Mhm, worse than Hopper sometime," you picked up his fork, "but if you sleep, there's no old man." He let you bring the fork to his mouth and spoke once he swallowed.

"That sounds way too ominous, like you're trying to poison me."

"What? How!?"

"'No old man' like I'm never gonna make it to old man."

"Hmm...Do you want to be old?"

"Like now? Or just eventually old?"

"Eventually."

"I mean, yeah? I get to be old with you right?"

"Yeah, why, is that a must?"

"Absolutely it is."

"You wanna be with me when you're old and bald?"

"No no, honey, Harrington's don't bald. Have you seen those pictures of my grandpa in the hallway? How many full heads of grey hair have you ever seen?"

"I can't say very many."

"Exactly, a Harrington specialty. And we'd have a cat, when we're old. "

“Nursing home roomies?”

He looked practically offended at the notion. “Nursing home?! Absolutely not, no way, we spent however long raising those kids, the least they could do is take care of us.”

“Hmm, so no nursing home, only kids—“ “and the cat.” “—and the cat. What if they’re mean to us? Elder abuse.”

“No no, our kids are too good for that. They wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Have you been planning this? Is this what you’re thinking about when Robin calls me because you’re staring off into space?”

“No way baby, this is straight off the cuff.”

“Flying off the handle.”

The hand back over the chest and a shoulder nudging yours. “Rude.”

“Drink your juice.”

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hello! may I request 3, 8, 20 with Floyd and Rook? thank you if you took up my request! have a lovely day or whatever time you have rn ❤️❤️❤️ congrats on 200 followers 🎉🎉

3, 8 and 20 Floyd Leech and Rook Hunt!

❥warnings: very messy. some parts are longer than others.

congrats, lucky anon! i got extremely inspired writing this, so have some incredibly messy headcanons. theyre all over the place and at some point its just me info-dumping about said characters, my dearest apologies.

also trying to be more aEstHetIc for my own viewing pleasure and i think it looks good?

3. How does he behave around his crush?

Floyd is quick to fixate on something that catches his attention, and you aren't the exception.

At first you might believe he just loves messing with you, and he thinks the same actually! He's not aware of his crush on you for quite a long time actually.

Whenever he's bored he might just go to look for you to tease you and see what kind of funny reactions you'll give him! — And at the slightest hint of you hating him his mood will drop for reasons he doesn't understand.

There are some things that give him away.

He might be in the worst mood ever, but just seeing you around makes him feel instantly better. Jade and Azul constantly ask for your help to 'fix him' when he's feeling down — They're the first ones to notice his obvious crush for this same reason.

Even if he IS in a bad mood — he always finds the energy and motivation to help you if you need him.

The way he's overly protective of you. Nobody is allowed to mess with you except him!

And sometimes your real name will slip out of his mouth. No he doesn't find it weird to call you by your name. Why are you so surprised?

He's also like a puppy following you around sometimes, it starts as just wanting to tease you a bit — but then as the weeks go on you start to see him more and more often, to the point where the majority of time you aren't in class Floyd is probably either with you or looking for you.

He slowly becomes such an important part of your life that it becomes weird when he's not with you for a few hours.

And yeah… Still, he accepts his feelings as just something normal and doesn't think much of it — he doesn't question his relationship with you at all.

At this point, there are two things that might happen to make him confess. Jade and Azul have to make an intervention (Azul takes it completely seriously while Jade just wants to see how things will go) because Floyd keeps sneaking out from work to see you. The point is to convince him to confess in hopes of fixing the problem.

Or… He might kiss you out of impulse too.

He was alone with you, you were probably talking about your day and… his mind was elsewhere — it was clear he wasn't paying attention to what you were saying, he was too distracted with your lips. His brain just told him "I want to kiss shrimpy" and he did not question it.

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Rook is… complicated.

Like Floyd, tends to fixate on whatever catches his eye — but he's more subtle about it.

Rook will notice instantly the way his heart beats a bit faster when hearing your voice, or the way his stomach starts to feel butterflies when you smile at him.

Yes, he does often… obsess over specific people, but this time is different — he doesn't consider you a prey (at least not JUST a prey) and while he does still 'hunt' for you his intentions are different..

Whenever you interact with him, you might think Rook just started to think of you just like he thinks of someone like Leona or Malleus — if you don't know him you won't be able to tell the difference. And that's fine! Only a few can tell.

Rook loves to read you poems in french that convey all his feelings for you, he knows you can't understand him… but that's the point! He loves doing things that border the line of friendship and love, like kissing you in the cheek a bitt close to the lips, or saying some things that sound a bit too cheesy to be just platonic love. And since it's Rook, it's hard to tell!

He's always giving you mixed signals and finds it amusing when you're trying to figure out what he means.

Everyone who knows him closely (Vil) thinks his crush for you is incredibly obvious. Unfortunately for Vil, he can understand french — which means he can understand the poems Rook writes for you. This is bad for him because they always make him cringe due to how cheesy they are and always ALWAYS lets out a sigh afterwards because you are completely clueless and it's so frustrating he just wants you two to get together already.

Rook secretly wishes you try to translate his poems. He wants to see how you'd react to finding out what he meant! it would be funny if you did understand french and just acted like you didn't to see how long he'll keep giving you poems

His confession is probably extremely cheesy, with him gifting you flowers and translating all his poems, asking you out when he's finished.

8. Is he possessive, jealous..?

Floyd here!

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Rook isn't a jealous person, but he can be quite possessive.

I mentioned before that some of the boys were possessive with your attention — Rook is like that as well!

But unless it is too bad and you're almost blatantly ignoring him — he'll just… try to get your attention by either flirting with you or scaring the person you were talking to away. We all know how unsettling Rook can be.

And when he wants your attention he NEEDS IT and is willing to do anything to get it.

He's also very protective.

Whenever you're talking to someone he always ends up putting his hand on your waist or holding your hand. It's an instinct, he won't notice if you don't point it out.

Overall slightly possessive and isn't aware of it.

20. How do you make him fall for you?

Floyd would fall for someone who is both interesting and patient with him.

It always starts as him trying his best to mess with you, and if you give him interesting reactions then he's probably not going to stop!

But in all seriousness, whether you always have a comeback for his words or you basically can't handle his teasing at all for any reason — if you genuinely do get mad at him then it will stay as just that: teasing.

Show him that you care, the first time he might feel butterflies is when you try to uplift his mood — a feeling that at first he might not recognize, but whatever it is, he starts craving it desperately.

It's the fact that you care, the way you treat him and how you take him seriously. The way you don't just say "it's just a mood swing" and leave him alone, it's just… the way you actually have enough patience with him to try to help him.

Floyd has been told so many times that his brother is better than him in some way or another, and even if he does not hold this against Jade — it still hits hard nevertheless. While he might not say it out loud, he loves the feeling of someone liking him more than his brother for once.

Patience again, because he's slowly realizing his feelings — he doesn't know what is the nice feeling in his chest when he makes you smile, but he likes it a lot. Floyd needs time to understand what's going on and yeah, it takes a long time until he actually realizes.

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I actually wrote something similar for Rook before but I love him so…

This is insanely hard actually — he's the hunter of love and all but… it's incredibly weird for him to actually fall for someone.

He doesn't have any specific type, which makes things harder. You just have to stand out… but what's the criteria?

Alright, you might be the most interesting person on earth but still, he might just see you as another prey and nothing more. But there are a few things, and yes, simple as they might sound — they become harder due to the kind of person Rook is.

It always starts with him getting slightly interested in you. As I said, you have to stand out (even if it's just a bit) it's the easiest way! You don't have to do much, the whole 'be yourself' thing is literal.

But he might be even more interested if you don't seem to dislike him in your first encounter. He might want to see how far he can go to see the way you react!

It's a slow process, but as time goes he genuinely starts to appreciate you.

But this is how you can become friends with him! There's some other things you have to do.

As I said, he's very complex, and he prides himself on that fact. But that doesn't mean he's completely unpredictable.

Like I mentioned in my old post, something that gets his heart pumping is whenever you're able to guess something about him. Whether it's something small as just being able to tell whenever he's saying something just to mess with you or telling whenever something makes him upset or mad — he loves it. He tends to hide even the smallest stuff so he loves whenever you're able to see right through him.

Well… if it was someone else, Rook wouldn't be as pleased.

As I said, he prides himself in being someone people struggle to understand — after all, being vulnerable means you could get hunted, but you're already past that stage. He trusts you, so even if it's a weird feeling for him… he starts to enjoy the idea of being known.

The moment he starts to genuinely fall for you is when he feels able to be vulnerable, to let you know tiny bits about him — slowly letting you into his heart.

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