#sorry it took so long to answer this i've been busy and it slipped my mind >w<

[ciaonicole85]

Part 3: What Then?

This was supposed to be a three part series, but it will probably be 4 or 5 parts. Sydcarmy is a tangled mess of intense care interlaced with anxiety and denial. So they need HELP from their friends and family along the way! Here's a convo with Natalie and Carmen. It takes place just a few days after he found out that he'd made Sydney's best meal ever. Then he inadvertently confessed she's the best part of his day and his heart's dearest wish...j/k, but not really ;)

On a brisk Monday afternoon Carmen rang the bell at Pete and Natalie's home. The doorbell's speaker answered back, with Natalie's hurried voice. "It's open Bear! Just come up to the nursery." He entered their home noting the new family photos hanging on the wall leading up the stairs. They were black and white shots with Pete and Nat walking into the hospital, the next just after Baby Angeline was placed in Natalie's arms, another with Pete and the baby, one shot of her curled bitty toes, and the last was all three of them in the hospital bed. Pete had hired a hospital photographer and as antithetical as that was to anyone with an ounce of Berzatto blood, Natalie let him do it. The result was so unexpectedly tender and beautiful that he paused on the stairs to soak it in. Pete is really a good guy. He was made from an entirely different mold than any man Carmy had grown up around. "Carm?!" Natalie called. "Coming." He turned into the nursery to find Natalie bundling up "Angie" and fastening her into one of those baby slings. Then with one fluid motion before he could speak, she slipped the sling over his shoulders. "Okay, Uncle she's yours!" "So, how does this work?" he asked, looking down at his tiny niece, his eyes as big as beach balls. Angie blinked back at him extremely unbothered.

Natalie rolled her eyes and chortled.

"It's already working. It's fool-proof! Okay, let me get my coat and we'll head out." They strolled down the older suburb's tree-lined streets past others pushing babies, walking dogs, and the occasional Amazon delivery truck. "Carmy, this is really nice and you're welcome to drop by anytime, but what did you want to talk about?" Natalie enquired. He had texted her the other night asking to discuss something important. He kept his eyes on Angie's blissful little face, swallowed, and began. "I'd like to split my share of the restaurant with Syd. She's put in so much work, took several months without pay, and even though I'm the EC she's the main developer of at least half of the menu and the weekly specials. When I was sick recently, she ran the place like a pro. She deserves it. Also, I think if I give her a financial stake she'll stay for at least 5 years. We need that. What do you think?"

Natalie contemplated him for a moment. "Well, part of me agrees and the other part...Carmy, please don't get defensive." "Nat. How can I not when you’ve said that?" "Is this a solely a business decision? Because if it isn't I don't think you need to or should do this to keep her. " Carmy stopped walking, his face falling with frustration and shame. "Have you been talking to Richie?" Natalie stopped and took his arm in hers. "No, I haven't. Look, sorry. What I meant is things are so good between you two." They resumed walking. "Yeah, and that's a problem?" "Not at all. The way you are together...maybe it's the hormones but I've cried sometimes because you are just yourself with her. I've never seen you smile so much with anyone else. Your freakin’ posture is more relaxed when she comes in the room. I could go on, Bear." "You see all that? What about-what about her? Am I any good for her?" he asked in a low, wistful tone. Natalie pulled his arm tighter. She paused, to choose her words carefully. She and Camry were no strangers to family interference in their love lives. "Well, I haven't known Sydney that long, but she tends to spiral, and she pushes through until she's sick or lashes out. Kinda like you do. I noticed that it’s gotten better though. Since we opened, you've been consistently checking in with her, collaborating with her, encouraging her, making her take breaks, and pouring time into her. She's far less doubtful; she believes in herself."

Carm nodded slowly, reflecting on Sydney's growth. "Well, she deserves that. I promised her that she wasn’t alone in this. My focus was not where it should’ve have been during the reno and Friends and Family.”

He exhaled heavily and went on.  

“So, it sounds like she lights up my life and for her, I'm a good boss or even her big brother."

Natalie shook her head, smirking.

" Yeah, you’re a great boss now, but little sisters don't look at their brothers the way Sydney does you. Do you remember when we were all talking in my office and you spilled hot coffee on your shirt? You peeled it off and the poor girl looked at you, as your sister it pains me say this, like she wanted to jump you. When you left to get a clean shirt, she didn't remember what she had been saying." " What!?!? Okay...." Carm scoffed trying and failing to suppress a huge smile. "Also, does she ever leave before 11 instead of sitting in those greasy whites with you every single night for how long? One to two hours!?" She continued. "My point is if you want to divide your share with her because it's good business and fair, and I agree it is, then let me do it too so we're even. Otherwise, I think you’re already three-quarters of the way there with her. She doesn't need to be bought."

They walked in silence for a few minutes. "Natalie, I understand, but I still want to split my share. I think it’s the right thing to do. You don't need split yours though." "First I don't want the largest share of the restaurant and second.... Pete and I may move to be near his parents next year." Natalie bit her lip and glanced at Carmy worry etched in her brow.

"We think it would be good for Angie. You know, to be close to her grandparents and she'd have young cousins nearby too." Carm squeezed her arm, missing her already. "Yeah, I met them at the wedding. They were...Pete’s parents for sure. Angie would have a normal set of grandparents around." Natalie took a deep breath, a gamut of emotions crossing her face. "Choosing Pete was the biggest act of rebellion of my life. I honestly felt repulsed by him at first, until I realized that he was real, and I didn't have to be on guard all the time. Angeline should have that from the start." She bent over to kiss her baby's head which was protected from the cool air by a lilac-colored beanie. "Sydney's a really good choice too. Businesswise and/or otherwise. So, if you're certain about this call Uncle Cicero. This won't change anything with our loan repayment, but his lawyer could help draft a contract. Then we'll ask Sydney if she wants to accept and if she refuses...just give her one of those Sydney-land stares of yours."

Carmy groaned. "You did talk to Richie!"

Natalie erupted into a storm of giggles. Carmen dropped her arm.

"Look, he started it. I told him to chill, but that Sydney-land thing...You have an season pass, bro! It’s very cute though.”

Next time on "What Then?"- Sydney's workversary (work anniversary)

#the bear #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #carmy the bear #carmy x sydney #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #syd adamu #fan fiction #natalie berzatto #fluff

[stellanix]

one stella to another i ask u kindly to post some of your favorite space pictures,,,, taps my fingers all gay

i have a lot so it's hard to pick ^^' but it's hard to go wrong with backlit saturn (from the cassini spacecraft)

another one i really like is this picture from the hope orbiter showing mars' moon deimos with the planet itself in the background :3

i also like pictures that may not look flashy (at least not at first glance) - and aren't shared around a ton because of that - but that nevertheless show really cool details in celestial bodies, like this picture from the galileo spacecraft of io in jupiter's shadow, gases around io ionized and glowing because of the radiation in jupiter's magnetosphere

though my favorite kind of space pictures are the super big high resolution ones where you can really zoom in and get lost in all the fine details for a good long while, like this mosaic of saturn's moon dione from the cassini spacecraft. there's so much rugged terrain, and craters cut in half by faults! it's so cool!!!

#space #saturn #mars #jupiter #sorry it took so long to answer this i've been busy and it slipped my mind >w<

[ninthskzmember]

Sharing is Caring. Bonus part IV

Kim Seungmin x reader (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3)

IT'S HERE! FINALLY HERE! warnings: whole lot of smut. also, fluff. not proofread. word count: 2,7k note: I thought I wrote this for myself because 2min lives in my brain rent free but a few of you requesed it too, so here it is! ALSO! i'm fucking in love with Seungmin so expect that in there too. i'm sorry this took so long but I've been studying. hope you enjoy!

requests are open!

As nervous as you were the first time you were going to get intimate with Minho, times two.

There is just something about Kim Seungmin that low-key drives you insane—something about his energy, his aura, his expressions.

It took a whole lot from you to convince your boyfriend to let you do this. A whole lot of blowjobs, handjobs, and a lot of his cum.

That and the few times you let slip Seungmin's name on purpose while he was edging you. It started as an actual mistake, but the moment you felt his dick twitch because you said that name instead of his, you took advantage of it.

This time it was different; Minho refused to talk with his younger member to be with his girlfriend, so you had to go and take business in your own hands.

But you wouldn't. You couldn't just go to Seungmin and tell him, 'Hey, wanna fuck?' because you knew he would not do that to his hyung, especially not that hyung. So, it took several days to come to plan.

First, it was through a truth or dare game that you made it clear that you and your partner like to experience new things—ignoring the fact that Chris automatically turned red. Then, it was the physical reaction Seungmin had to you while dancing at the club with the group. You were looking for it, and you got it, but he excused himself right away and left for the bathroom.

Minho silently followed him and told you that Seungmin just washed his face a bit and wetted his neck too, not saying a word about anything.

And the final step, Chan took for you. Another truth or dare game before one of the shows, where you begged Chris to ask Seungmin for you because he just made you so nervous you couldn't even think about saying anything about your plan to him.

”Seungmin, truth or dare?"

"Dare." He shortly answered.

"You can't choose dare; you already did." Chan laughed, and his eyes fell on you. You were visibly anxious, and your boyfriend was playing with your hand, trying to get your attention.

"Okay, then truth."

"Would you join the freaky couple in the bedroom if they asked you to?" Chan just shot, and both of your ears became red.

"What…" He let out a confused laugh and smile, observing how the three of you were waiting for an answer.

"We're not freaky," Lee Know tried to defend you two, and even you turned to look at him confused.

"From what I've heard, yes." He completely ignored his other hyung while looking at Chan.

"You've heard us?" You blinked a few times.

"Yeah, you're not that quiet, honey," he said, laughing a bit.

"I've got to work harder to keep her quiet, huh?"

"Oh, baby, oh, y/n." Seungmin started teasing, "You're my fucking slut and only mine."

"That's not me."

"That's definitely you," you laughed.

[…]

You knew. You knew what Seungmin liked, and you worked hard to please him.

You were just sitting in your bed, daydreaming about how the night would go, daydreaming if Minho would join you both or not, because this time, there were no conditions.

Minho likes to watch, but he is free to join if he wants to. And you just got wet at the thought of your man guiding his group member to please you just the way you like.

You heard two pairs of footsteps coming to the door. Your boyfriend's silhouette appeared when he opened the door, and behind him, Seungmin walked in.

"Seungmin, I want you to know that she wanted this. I'm just watching." Your boyfriend took a seat on the legendary couch, where he was at the time you had sex with Chan. "Also, Chan Hyung made a mess with her; I hope you can get her to be even messier."

Not another word was said; Seungmin took a look at you.

Lilac little dress, not showing anything but suggesting everything. Your makeup is prettily done, knowing exactly how it wouldn't last for long like that.

He took a few steps to you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye, so he took your chin, making you look up

"So you're all shy now?" He smiled, kinda making fun of you "You made this whole deal and now you're acting shy?" the way he was talking to you was so sweet yet so sour.

"C'mon love, you've been moaning his name for a while now, go ahead and do what you're good at doing"

"Oh, so, my name?"

"You're the one who's more alike to Minho personality wise, it makes sense to me" you defended yourself

"Why did you let Chan hyung fuck you first?" he asked

"Let's say... Min kind of gaslit me into that..."

"Yeah, as if you didn't fucking squirt all over my dick when I pronunced hyung's name" he attacked back and the younger man leaned his head as a pup, still making eye contact with you.

"Min" you looked at your boyfriend

"Ok, alright" he sighted "Do something, you're making me bored" he manspreaded on the couch and lightly touched himself above his trousers.

The second you turned back to look at Seungmin, his lips were already on yours, tasting you for the first time.

Neither Chan or your own boyfriend were bad kissers, none at all, but Seungmin was something else; his lips were not as soft as Chris's, he was tougher, like he was starving. Starving the taste of your lips, of your tongue, of your spit.

It made you wonder how many times has he fantasied about this, how many times has he touched himself at the sound and thought of Minho and you having sex.

A little whimper exited his mouth when you brought your body closer to his, crashing softly with the tent on his pants.

You moved your hands towards Seungmin's head, caressing his hair and taking advantage of it to deepen de kiss, if it was possible.

"I'll make you moan my name myself. You won't forget it" he whispered on top of your lips when both pulled away a bit to breathe. His words travelled directly to your pussy, feeling the wetness come out unannounced.

"Please do, puppy" you teased.

He grabbed you from your thighs and raised you in the air, making you wrap your legs around his hips. Made his way to lay you on the bed, the same bed his two older hyungs fucked you in before.

He passed his kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving there soft and sweet ones, and just in the moment you thought nothing about, he nailed his teeth into you. Not strong enough to scare you but enough to make you bite your lower lip; your legs still wrapped around him, making him closer to you at the action that he did.

"What's going on, sweety? So needy for me already?" He caressed your face at his words, and such action made you blush slightly.

"If you don't take the clothes off, she will indeed stain them" Minho spoke again but there was not feedback from either of you, just a small chuckle from Seungmin.

"You look gorgeous with that dress. I bet you look better without it" proceeding to unbutton the front of the piece, smiling while looking at you.

"You're making me shy, this is not what it was supposed to be" you said while hiding your face in your hands

"Hey, don't do that" he took your wrists and pinned them to each side of your head "Seems like you need to be reminded how pretty you are"

Seungmin took it off, letting your pink lingerie be seen. He smiled, taking your hand and observing your nais. Your pink sharp almond nails that matched your underwear, with a Hello Kitty sticker in the middle one.

"You got all ready for me, beautiful" he bitted his lip "You know what I like"

Seungmin took his clothes off, only leaving his black boxer on.

He was not as fit as Chan and or your boyfriend, but oh hell, did he look good without any clothes on... His shoulders, his tummy, his arms, his legs, everything about him was turning you on.

The man took place on top of you, grinding his cock into you, smiling at the feeling.

"I've been wanting to do this since you fucking pressed your ass against my cock that night" he said

"It's been longer since I've been wanting to fuck you"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes"

"Since when?"

"Since you've got that fucking blonde mullet on" you moved your hips to his rythm

"You like it?"

"I fucking love it" You reached your hand to his hair, messing it up while he smiled brightly, as if you were petting a dog.

He imitated your movement, but downwards, stimulating your clit, looking for a moan from you, which he got and realized how pretty his name sounded on your horny mouth.

You took his wrist and started moving as you liked. He stopped you with his other hand, and inserting frist one finger in, hearing that beautiful sound from you again. Then, there were two of them inside of you, while you were desperately to fuck yourself into his hand.

"So wet already, love" he pecked you "Would you like my dick deep inside of you?" he asked before kissing your neck softly

"Yes Minnie, please" your answer was breathless, and you followed his movements with your desesperate eyes.

He took his boxer off, letting you see the most fucking perfect penis you've actually seen. Porn directors would a hundred percent want him in their movies.

Your soaked panties left your body just as your bra did, and after a few seconds, the younger in the room was penetrating you.

"Wait Seungmin, wait wait wait wait" You stopped him with your hand on his abs when he was midway inside.

"What? What's wrong?" His eyes exposed that he was about to freak out, thinking that he hurt you.

"I'm gonna cum" you breathed deeply in and out, trying to calm down

"After so little foreplay?" He smiled "please do, puppy" he teased this time, while going down on your neck with wet kisses

"I want to feel you all the way in before. Dick feels so good, so warm, so fucking amazing" after the words left your mouth, you felt his dick twitch inside of you. His lips formed the brightest smile and went back to kiss yours.

"I swear I want to go full in" he said in between kisses "you're so tight I'm scared to hurt you"

"You can go now" you informed and he resumed his way inside your pussy as your back arched into the mattress.

"You like that?" He smiled "You like the feeling of my dick opening you up, don't you?"

"Oh god, yes" you left your head fall backwards

"You're so pretty, y/n" he praised "You look so pretty, I'd fuck you anytime. I promise next time you grind your ass against my cock in the club, I'm fucking you right in the bathroom stall"

You didn't answer, immerse in the feeling of pleasure he was giving you

"You heard me?" He asked in sync with hitting your cervix

"Oh god, yes pup, I did!" you screamed

"That's good" he started moving in and out in a slow peace, enjoying every moment of feeling your clenched walls around him.

"Min more, please" you moved your hips "Can I come? I've been holding it just to feel you, please pup" you whined

"You're so good, y/ninnie" he pushed deep inside of you, hitting your cervix again "Of course you can come, it's the first of many tonight" he whispered in your ear and rushed his motions, making your boobs jump up and down, catching them with his hands; one each.

"Oh Minnie is this feels so good" your moans being at the rhythm of the sound of his thrusts turned Seungmin on so much he had to stop for a minute, making you whine pet naming him.

The next second his face in between your thighs, making you see blurry with his mouth only. You reached his hair and pulled his hair with force while you came all over his mouth, and he happily taking your fluids.

"You're so yummy, babe" he said going in for a kiss to make you taste your own arousal.

You moaned in his mouth while sucking his tongue clean.

"Sit."

He obeyed without any other word, taking a seat on the bed.

Didn't ever got on your knees and your mouth was already watery at the sight of his pinky cock, reaching for it with it.

"You've got a pretty dick, did I tell you that?" You licked the tip, hearing what you could swear it was the prettiest sound that came out of Seungmin's mouth; and that's a lot to say being the singer he is.

His whines were so comforting you wanted to keep him like that for a while. Got him deeper inside your mouth while sucking and gagging around his tip when it went to the back of your throat.

"The best head I've ever had" You smiled with him inside your mouth, your ego was at it's best; it's nice to hear it from someone else.

You took him so deep that your nose was touching his belly, and with your peripheral view, you saw how his grip tightened on the sheets along with a whimper that turned your inside on fire again.

"Kim Seungmin, you're turning even me on with those" Your boyfriend protested and you couldn't help but laugh, making the boy cum from the extra stimulation of your vocal chords opening and closing.

You choked on his cum, coughing and even it coming out of your nose.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Seungmin took you in his arms and sitted you right where he was before "I reall didn't expect to cum"

"It's okay, It's okay" you conforted him "I just need some water"

"Here" he handed you a bottle from the little table, caressing your arm while you drank the liquid. "I'm sorry, honey"

"It's okay" you smiled and caressed his cheek

"Can I make it up to you?" he used his puppy eyes against you, and you couldn't resist it one bit, taking him close to you and kissing his lips; he slowly laid you down, not breaking away from you.

He grabbed your boobs and squeezed them softly, making you moan softly, wrapping your legs around his hips.

The kiss broke away when you both needed to breathe, and Seungmin took advantage of it, attaching his forhead with yours while softly thrusting inside of your pussy again.

Slowly fucking you missionary, his lenght felt like heaven and once again, made you feel close fast.

"Min, I'm close, but I want you to keep fucking me, please" your back now arched into the matress again.

"Whatever the princess wants, princess gets" he became rougher with his movements, but never too much. Hands caressing your cheeks as he kept going.

Yes, he was completely different from what you thought he was going to be. You thought he'd be rough, mean and sassy, but it was a nice surprise to know that he's so loving and sweet when fucking.

"Oh, right there babe" you whimpered and he repeated his movements for a while, making you cum around his dick, and still fucking you through your high.

Your moans were messy, high pitched as always, and the overstimulation made you hit multiples orgasms at once.

You clenched so hard around Seungmin that he came again, being overstimulated too, filling you up so much that both of your thights were covered in your juices and his cum.

Your moans were unintentionally harmonizing, and neither of you could ―or wanted― to stop.

When he could and went over to pull out, you stopped him.

"Stop, Seung. Come here, stay there for a while" you took him by his shoulders and hugged him withouth disconnecting your genitals.

"We're definetely having a talk later" Your boyfriend reappered on your mind when he spoke.

You forgot about that part.

#skz #skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids x reader #lee know #skz smut #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin #seungmin #seungmin x y/n #seungmin smut #seungmin fluff #seungmin x you #minho x y/n #lee know imagines #seungmin imagine #seungmin imagines

[sooverwhitesandpinks]

Bejeweled

Ceo!Harry Styles x Gf!Reader

Inspired by Bejeweled by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: angst?, fluff at the end, alcohol consumption, i think that's all. i did proofread, just not carefully.

Word Count: 2.1K

guess who finally wrote something! sorry for the months long writer's block, hope you enjoy.

Your phone lit up where you left it on the coffee table in front of you. Keeping your thumb between the open pages of your book, you reached for the device, hoping it was a text from your boyfriend.

You couldn't help but feel disappointed when you realized it was a message from your good friend, Hannah. You weren't disappointed because of Hannah, you were upset that today was becoming another one of those days without a word from Harry.

You knew being the CEO of a major company was a lot of time and dedication, but it had been months of only seeing Harry briefly in the morning and for an hour or so before bed.

As much as you loved him, you weren't getting any of that love or attention back.

'Anya, Erin, and I are going out tonight, you should join us. We haven't seen you in forever!!!'

Hannah's message stared back at you.

She was right. You hadn't been out in forever, and it's not like Harry would miss you tonight. You two were practically coexisting at this point. You stayed cooped up in this massive penthouse, Harry spent his days in his office or at business meetings and dinners. His weekends were taken up by work or trips related to the company.

Still, did you want to go out? You wouldn't mind getting ready for something other than the grocery store.

You decided you would give Harry a chance before answering Hannah. You pressed a few buttons on your phone before bringing it to your ear.

"Hello?" Harry answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey! How's your day going?" You replied, happy to hear his voice.

"It's fine so far-" You heard him shuffle around before giving someone an instruction. "Look honey, is this important? Because I've got a lot going on and my next meeting starts in a few minutes."

"Oh," you paused for a moment. "I was just wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight? We haven't really seen each other the past couple months."

"I've got a business dinner tonight, but feel free to order in whatever you want. You know I don't mind. Was that all?" He asked.

You took a second before answering. It was one thing to practically ignore you, but it was another to make you feel unimportant. You remember when Harry made you feel like a priority, and now your relationship had been reduced to a 'good morning' and a 'goodnight'.

"Yeah, that's all," you shook your head, a sad smile tugging at your lips.

"Alright, I'll see you this evening," Harry said.

"I wouldn't count on it. I'm going out, don't wait up," you told him before hanging up.

'I miss you guys and I definitely need a night out! Where and when should I meet you?' You texted Hannah back.

5 hours later, you stood in front of the full length mirror in your closet, running your hands down the vintage Versace mini dress you picked out for some event of Harry's but never ended up wearing.

You felt good, great even. You took a long, relaxing shower. You had a glass of wine while you did your makeup and put every hair in place. It had been so long since you put time into yourself like this, you'd forgotten what it felt like to sparkle.

You grabbed a small handbag and walked out of the large closet. As you made your way out of your bedroom and down the hall, you heard the familiar sound of Harry's keys hitting the small table by the door.

With a smirk, you stepped around the corner and into view. You pretended to hardly notice Harry's presence as you grabbed your phone off of the couch and texted Hannah that you would be leaving in a few minutes.

You heard Harry's footsteps halt as he saw you. You waited a moment before looking up at him. You glanced down at the time on your phone.

"It's only 8:15, I thought you'd be at dinner," you said nonchalantly, slipping your phone into your purse.

"I moved it up a few hours so I could get home earlier," he answered, shrugging off his suit jacket.

"Ahh," you nodded, starting to walk past him and toward the door. He gently grabbed your arm and you let him, looking up at him expectantly.

"You're still going out?" He asked, brows furrowed. For just a second, you felt bad about leaving. Then you remembered how easily he dismissed you earlier on the phone, and how easily he's dismissed you for awhile now.

"Yeah, I told Hannah and the girls that I'd meet them in a few," you replied, watching his eyes scan over your body and back up to your face, pausing on your lips.

"But I moved my meeting so I could see you," he responded, his fingers slipping from your arm to your hand. His touch felt good, you'd missed him, but he can wait another night. You finally felt like you weren't the one left hanging.

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to stay home the one time I made plans because you suddenly found a way to fit me into your tight schedule?" You tilted your head, matching his pout.

"Besides, you're seeing me now. I clean up nice, huh? I bought this dress for one of your events but it'll do for tonight."

"Honey-"

"Is this important? My ride is downstairs," you said, keeping your eyes on his. You watched it click as he realized he asked you the same thing hours ago. You raised a brow, pursing your lips.

"I guess not," he took a step back. "You look beautiful, love. Have fun tonight."

"I will," you smiled, finally walking to the door and stepping out of the house.

✨ 🪩 ✨

"I"m just a little tipsy," you slurred, holding up your thumb and pointer finger.

"Me too!" Hannah squealed, throwing her arms into the air.

Anya and Erin were still out on the dance floor, but you and Hannah were tucked into a large circle booth in the VIP section of the club.

You sat with the members of some band you'd never heard of. They were apparently a big deal. Hannah was obsessed with them and had scored herself a seat on the lead guitarist's lap.

You sat between one of their friends and the drummer, who was high out of his mind, chatting away with some other people that'd made their way up to VIP.

"You wanna dance?" Hannah asked, grinning wildly from across the table.

"Definitely," you nodded. You turned to the drummer beside you who was blocking your way out.

"Moonstone!" He smiled when you turned to him. He'd been calling you that all night, something about your aura. He referred to Hannah as Amethyst and Erin as Sapphire, you didn't catch Anya's.

"Can I squeeze past you?" You asked, pointed toward the outside of the booth.

"Of course," he nodded, nudging his friends out of the booth with him so you could get to where Hannah stood.

As soon as you were free from the table, one of your hands was grabbed by her as she dragged you down to the dance floor. Your other hand was looking at your phone for the first time all night, checking to see if Harry had said anything.

You saw two messages from him.

'I took tomorrow off. I figure we could spend the day together.'

'I miss you and I'm sorry for not making you feel as important as you are. I'll hopefully spend the rest of my life making it up to you.'

Despite the frustration you felt for months because of him, you felt a lot of relief in that moment. He did still want you. He still wanted forever with you. It wasn't something you realized you'd doubted until now.

'I hope you know I expect an apology in person too.'

You texted back. Simple enough to communicate that it will take more than a text message.

'And I'm excited to spend tomorrow with you. But I'm drunk so can we start around noon?'

You added, finally looking up from your phone as Hannah pulled you deeper into the sea of dancing people. You realized she'd located Erin and Anya.

"You still wanna dance?' Hannah shouted, starting to feel the music. You hadn't noticed it before, but it was deafeningly loud.

"Maybe just for a little while. I'm getting tired," you replied, suddenly not wanting to be anywhere but home.

"Are you okay getting home by yourself?" She asked.

"I'll just get an Uber," you shrugged. "I'll pretend to be on the phone with Harry if the driver seems shady."

"Fair enough," she laughed, turning more towards Anya and Erin.

"Bye ladies, it was fun seeing you. We gotta get lunch sometime soon," you leaned in between Erin and Anya to speak, hoping they'd hear you well enough.

The two drunk and sweaty women gave you a half hug, agreeing to lunch and wishing you a goodnight before they went back to senselessly jumping to the music.

You ordered the car as you walked to the door, only stepping outside when the app said it arrived.

The ride was short and your driver was nice enough.

As you entered your building and pressed your button on the elevator, you wondered if Harry was awake. You hadn't heard from him in almost an hour when he'd texted you to say noon was fine and to be safe.

You walked through the house, stepping out of your shoes at the door and carrying them with you to the bedroom. Harry sat up in bed, his computer in his lap as he typed away at something you were sure was work related.

"Hey Honey," he said softly as you entered, closing his laptop and setting it on his side table.

"Hey," you smiled, walking straight into the closet to change.

As you stepped out in your pajamas, Harry pulled open the covers, waiting for you to crawl in beside him.

You slipped under the duvet and dropped your head onto his lap, eyes closed. You heard him rustle around in the drawer of his nightstand before he pulled something out and closed the drawer.

You opened your eyes in time to see him pull a makeup wipe from its package.

"How was your night?" He asked, lowering the wipe to your face as he started to gently remove what was left of your makeup. It was something he used to do for you after his work events and charity galas. Or when the two of you would stumble in drunk after a night out.

"It was a lot of fun," you answered honestly. Those four or five hours were fun. You saw your friends and felt good about yourself.

"I'm glad," he replied, still brushing the wipe across your skin.

"How was yours?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"It was alright. I did a lot of thinking," he waited a bit before adding. "I missed you."

"But you didn't have to, Harry," you sighed. "I've been here the whole time, and it took me doing something for myself, for once, to get your attention."

"I'm so sorry, Honey. I've been terrible. I've just been so caught up in work and trying to land this account," he started explaining.

"I know, trust me, I do. That's why I haven't nagged you about it, but I deserve to feel like a priority, Harry. I know your work is important, but I should be too. We've been coexisting for almost two months now. We're supposed to be a team," you finally told him what's been on your mind.

"We will be, we are," he finished wiping your skin, now taking your face between his hands as he looked down at you. "You're it for me and I'm sorry for making you doubt that."

"You should be. I'm a goddamn prize, you know?" You told him with your tired tipsy rasp. You lifted yourself from his lap, sitting up to face him.

"Of course I do, Honey. You're a diamond, a pearl, a jewel," he grinned, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

"I love you," you said softly, looking into the eyes that finally felt familiar again.

"I love you too," he leaned forward, closing the short distance between you.

Masterlist

Harry Styles Masterlist

#harry styles one shot #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #bejeweled #poc!reader #plus size!reader #gender neutral reader

[blackbirdie1234]

Brothers Best Friend Pt.2

Pt.1        

Sam Uley! x Fem!Reader!

A/N: Part Two of a two-part series where Sam is your brother's friend. Slightly based on the plot of New Moon. Emily is Sam's cousin in this. Sorry this took me so long, I've been super busy. Sorry if this sucks lol I didn't proofread but I hope you like it. Feel free to comment, I would love feedback! Stay tuned for my Fred Weasley fics soon!

Warnings//: Profanity.

Summary: Sam is your brother's best friend. What happens when suddenly you start hearing rumors that they have joined a gang and gone off the rails.

B/N=Brothers name (make one up if you wish

"I only have one, why did my brother attack Sam like that? It was out of nowhere, I couldn't even react. It all happened so fast," you ask with confusion trying to wrap your head around all of this.

She looked at you a bit stunned as if she didn't know that piece of information, and you had just said something bizarre. 

"He what?" she stuttered. "Wait B/N attacked Sam? Is that why they shifted? I thought the boys caught a whiff of....... never mind" she trailed off, not meaning to slip up.

"Caught a whiff of what?" you ask, staring at her intensely. She looks up at you like a guilty child getting caught doing something wrong by their parents, she avoids your eyes and stands up starting to clean up what you assume was lunch, until the boys were interrupted.

"Of what, Emily" you press, a bit more sternly.

Just as Emily was about to speak, all of the boys barged into the house playfully pushing each other around. You search the group for your brother and Sam. They must still be outside. You sit there as Emily laughs at the boy’s antics and kisses her boyfriend Jared. They all turn to look at you. 

“I guess the Wolf’s out of the bag” Embry remarks with a smirk.

“Sorry if we scared you Y/n,” Quil says with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. 

You smile shyly at them  

“ It’s okay, I think the initial shock is gone,” you say with a breathy laugh.

“Sam and B/n are on the porch if you want to go talk to them,” Jared added, moving to sit at the table and grabbing a muffin. 

You nod your head and stand up, walking to the front door nervously. You could hear your heartbeat booming in your ears. You were more nervous to talk to Sam than anyone. Ever since you made eye contact you couldn't get him out of your head, you feel guilty but your brother barely crossed your mind. You should have been worried about B/n but you couldn’t help but worry for Sam, wondering why B/n would attack him and if he was okay. You near the door and before you can open it your brother walks into the house. You stare at each other for a while, he can tell on your face that he isn’t the one you were hoping to see. He doesn’t say a word, only tossing his head back to the porch and continuing to walk into the kitchen. You continue to walk out of the house and see Sam sitting on the steps with his head in his hands. He looks up when he hears your footsteps. You sit next to him and look out at the trees, not saying a word.

“I assume Emily filled you in” Sam begins, hesitation clear in his voice.

“She did, at least part of it. I know what you and the rest of the boys are. I don’t know why, or what any of this means though.” You answer. You hear him sigh, and when you look over at him you can see he’s restraining himself, like he wants to say something but is hesitating heavily. Trying to find the right words before he begins. 

“I need you to trust me, I need you to listen and I need you to promise me you won’t take off running before I finish explaining” He breathed. 

You stare at him momentarily, a bit scared and shocked at what he is saying. You already know he is a werewolf, what could he tell you that would make you run when you haven’t already? 

“Okay, I promise” You accepted. You were nervous, but you couldn’t help the pull you felt towards Sam. You could sit there for hours not saying a word and be perfectly content. You tried to push your feelings down in his moment, now was not the time to let your emotions take control. 

“Growing up with the stories of our tribe, you already know what we are… but there are things, secrets, only the pack members and elders know.” He sighs, breath shaking from nervousness. 

You sit waiting patiently for him to continue. 

“None of this was a choice, not a single one of us chose this for ourselves. I don’t think any of us would choose this life if we did have a say in it.” He takes a moment to glance at you, then continues. “ In our world, there is something called an imprint. An imprint is a person that you have a special bond with. When you meet this person,  it is no longer gravity holding you to the earth… it's them. Having an imprint is like having a best friend, a lover, a sister, or anything that the bond decides that you are. It's not always romantic, it can be whatever the imprint decides they need. We wolves go along with it, we are happy to. On our side of things, we will be whatever the imprint wants or needs. We act as a built-in protector, friend, family member, or…lover.” he trails, glancing at you to read your face.

“ So what does this have to do with me?” You say confused. 

“You are my imprint Y/N, I understand all of this is shocking and crazy. If you need time to figure things out I will support that and whatever else you need. Just say the word and I will back off.” He says rushing, trying to be clear that you have a choice even if he doesn’t. 

“Do you even like me? I mean I know you said that it doesn’t have to be romantic but do you even want me to be your imprint?” You said, insecurity dripped from your words. You didn't mean to sound so rude or disappointed but you wanted to know that these feelings were not one-sided. You had feelings for him and now you’re bonded, but he is making it seem like he wouldn’t have picked you if he had the choice. 

He doesn’t have a choice. This thought repeats in your head filling the silence that takes over until he begins speaking again. 

“You’re my best friend's little sister” He heaves a sigh. He puts his head in his hands and grips his hair before looking up at you again. 

“Fuck it” He mumbles before grabbing the back of your head and bringing you closer to him in one smooth motion. You can feel the heat coming off your body, your cheeks become warmer and you become more nervous under his intense gaze. He looks down at your lips and then into your eyes, waiting for you to pull away or tell him to stop. You sit there shocked for a second, mind racing and body not fully responding to what is happening. 

“Yes,” you speak barely above a whisper, answering his unasked question. 

That's all he needs before he connects your lips, grip still on the back of your head. Your eyes close and you sink into the moment. All the years of pining suddenly become clear as the kiss deepens. Two people who have tried to keep their feelings hidden finally let them flow as their mouths move perfectly in sync. The kiss is aggressive, hard, and fueled by fire but also soft, warm, and loving. Contradicting itself but turning into the perfect blend of yin and yang. It was a representation of the people who made it.

You both pull away out of breath but longing for more. You open your eyes, catching your breath. You push on his chest softly and back up. As amazing as the kiss was, you needed to hear him say how he felt. You needed to know that it wasn’t just the imprint bond.

He quickly realized what you were searching for and smiled softly, moving his hand from your head and taking your hands into his own. 

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids” he said blushing, looking down at his hands and then looking out to the beach in the distance.

 “I knew since the day your brother and I were playing with BB guns and he shot me in the forehead. Even though it was an accident you screamed at him and called him stupid for not being more careful.” You both laugh softly at the memory, he smiles at you before continuing. “You took me inside and gave me a bag of frozen peas to put on my head. I was embarrassed but you looked at me with the purest look in your eyes and told me that ‘everyone got hurt and it was okay to let someone else help you every once and a while’. I realized how special you are, I wanted to be around you to feel that comfort that you so easily gave. From that day on my feelings only grew, but I didn’t want your brother to find out. I thought that he would hate me, I thought that I would be a bad friend for even considering liking you. So I hid it, and slowly I started ignoring you. I feel horrible for it but I had to, I couldn't talk to you or even be near you without feeling like I was going to slip up and reveal what I was trying to suppress. I also never even considered that you would ever feel the same. So I’m sorry I never told you and I ignored you for so long but I didn’t feel like I had any other choice” He finishes his rant letting out a long breath 

You smile widely, gazing at him lovingly. You reach up and turn his head to face you, taking his face into your hands. 

“ How did you not realize what was right in front of you, I've felt the same way for so long I can't even begin to tell you how long I've felt this way.” You breathe out a laugh. “I understand, why you did what you did. I did the same honestly, I was scared of how B/N would react so I pushed down my feelings and tried to act normal. Sam we don’t have to hide ourselves anymore. I want this”

 You take his hand in your own squeezing it slightly. “If this is what you want, you have a choice in this as well,” You say kindly. 

He looks at your hands interlinked and then back at you smiling softly. “Of course, this is what I want, this will always be what I want Y/N” 

You share another loving kiss before you hear loud cheering and hollering coming from inside. You both turn your heads to see the boys celebrating and acting like it’s New Year's. They start plummeting towards you both, patting Sam on the back and pushing him. 

“Yeah, yeah. Chill out guys” Sam demands, smiling and shoving them backwards. 

You stare at them smiling and laughing at their antics, until you see your brother standing in the doorway. 

“You have my blessing by the way,” He says with a smirk. 

“Like I need it” You retort rolling your eyes at his cockiness. 

You stand up and follow him inside, while the boys continue to gush about how they can finally stop hearing Sam’s sad and depressing thoughts about you. 

Your brother tells you that he didn’t mean to react the way he did but the wolf can be hard to control. He informs you about all that he’s been going through these past months and how he wanted to tell you and your parents for so long, but since Sam is the alpha what he says goes. You tell him to go see your parents tomorrow and how much pain he has caused the family. 

After the talk, you both head down to the beach and sit around the fire. You’re cuddling with Sam, surrounded by everyone laughing and enjoying the clear-skied night. You realize this is exactly where you want to be. This is exactly what you’ve wanted for a long time. You’re going to love this new life that is forming in front of you.

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight saga #jacob black #embry call #embry call imagine #embry call x reader #new moon #sam uley #the twilight saga #sam uley x reader #sam uley imagine #paul lahote x reader #seth clearwater #twilight werewolves #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x y/n #paul lahote x you #paul lahote #twilight wolves #twilight wolfpack #wolf pack #part two #twilight masterlist

[wormstacheangel]

Dean and Cas in Motel6

The sun was shining through the motel window. Its glowing rays danced across Dean’s freckled back. A sight he never thought he would be privileged enough to see.

Dean asleep—drooling on the pillow even—naked and tangled up in motel sheets. Which was not the new part. No. The new and most amazing sight was that Cas was laying almost the same way. Except for the drooling since he did not sleep. And in this moment he thanked his lucky stars he didn’t. 

He couldn’t imagine missing even a second of Dean’s peaceful breathing. 

Oh, but he wanted to touch. His hands kept reaching over wanting to rake his fingers in soft brown hair or glide his hand down soft warm skin. His body ached to just be close to his best friend but he was still so hesitant. Dropping his hand between them but continued admiring the most beautiful man. 

His lover.

Cas almost chuckled but didn’t want to shake the bed. Dean would have cringed at that.

But wasn’t that true now? After this night, shouldn’t Cas be able to call Dean his?

“Stay.” Dean had begged last night. 

Cas remembered every detail, from the way Dean’s hands gripped to the way Dean panted his name. Even calling him Castiel once at some point. But he especially remembered Dean’s words.

“Fuck. I love you so much. Stay. Stay. Stay.”

Since being reunited they haven’t talked about his dying words or “The truth” as Sam likes to put it. Cas was brought back to resume business as usual. Except no Chuck and Jack was now the all-knowing. Which meant Cas was gone all the time with his son. 

He has not had a second of alone time with Dean, but he got a phone call last night. It wasn't a drunk call that made him drop everything and leave heaven behind. No, this was Dean's prayer.

“Come get me.”

It was all a strange whirlwind after that. 

He arrived at a motel, knocking once before being pulled in. He remembers the hesitant touching but the kissing was desperate for them both. Closing the gap between them so easily before falling into bed. 

And now it’s the morning and here they both are. 

He worried what Dean would say when he awoke. If this was all one big mistake. He wanted to prepare his heart for another goodbye and, even if this is all he gets, this wonderful night with Dean, then he will cherish it forever. 

He will pretend it never happened for Dean’s sake. For their family’s sake. 

But he knew he could never forget the warmth he felt finally being with the man he loves. 

Maybe he should leave before Dean wakes up. Save them both the trouble of an awkward conversation. 

He carefully scooted out of bed. Sitting at the edge of it, watching his bare feet on the filthy old carpet, debating whether or not to savor one last look at Dean before he left. 

“Unless you’re getting up to get me some damn breakfast,” Cas's back straightened as he heard the raspy voice. “You better get back in bed, Sweetheart."

Cas turned his head to see Dean lift up the sheets just enough to let him scoot in but not let the cold creep in. He smiled his sleepy grin and motioned with his chin to come close. Cas couldn't help but let the worries melt away as he slipped into the bed. Their bodies were close, it was almost electric as they kept an eye on each other. Looking for answers neither wanted to ask the questions too.

“Beautiful.” Cas thought at the same time as Dean said the word out loud. Only a whisper but still so confidently said. 

They both smiled as the tension faded. Their hands slowly crept between them before their pinkies hooked together.

Cas looked at their hands as he confessed. “I've been wanting this with you for so long. I…I never thought it was possible.” I never want to let go.

“Sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass.” He joked but his small smile was so sincere as he continued. “I was missing you like crazy. And I was trying to be patient and let you settle in with your whole new role as God's Dad and all but,” Dean slides his hand up Cas’s arm and gently places it on his cheek. Looking into his eyes, Cas saw no sadness. “I'm tired of wasting my time not being with you. You can…you have me, Cas. Always did.”

His eyes watered but he wouldn’t dare look away from the pretty face. He took Dean's hand and placed a kiss on his palm. He made sure Dean was listening to him before he let out a heavy breath. “I love you.”

He heard Dean's heart race and his breath hitched before he relaxed. Closing the space between them with a kiss. Long, sweet, and wonderful kiss. 

“After we make up for so much damn time,” Dean pulled Cas almost on top of him. “Maybe we can get that breakfast we were talking about earlier.”

“I wasn't talking about breakfast.” Cas chuckled, bending down to let his lips trace warm freckled skin. “But I do love the idea.”

“Great.” Dean pulled Cas’s face away from his throat and let their eyes lock. “You know I love you too, right?”

Cas couldn't respond but he felt like the Grinch and his grace grew two sizes that moment—though he knew it wasn’t possible, he just felt so happy. His eyes finally shed those tears he was holding in while he tucked his face into Dean’s chest. Feeling big, strong, and—best of all— gentle hands rub mindless circles into his back. 

Cas knew he was important. He knew he was wanted to some degree. But finally hearing those words, from someone he truly loves, felt healing in some way. How has he lived so long without being loved?

The motel room filled with a golden light of morning sun and soft humming from the man he loves. You could see every tear in the wallpaper, mold on the ceiling, and even how the carpet had different color stains but at this moment, it was the most beautiful place in the world. 

In this moment, he was truly in heaven.

#destiel #dean #castiel #fanfic #fic #wormstachewrites #they're hopeless and awkward and desperate for love #touch starved i guess #shhh i just want them to be honest and make out

[lunarfleur]

Promise ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Tagging: @hiyaitssans @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @ggucafe

Warnings: low-key toxic relationship

A/N: inspired by Promise by Laufey. There’s some translated Spanish in here (not from Google Translate) so please lmk if anything of it is wrong 🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is x gender neutral reader!

I made a promise

To distance myself

“Baby, don’t you dare do this to me.”

You stood out like a sore thumb in his bedroom, his hoodie hanging loosely from your body. Your hands sat limp at your sides, watching Miles’s expression change.

“Miles, this…isn’t working.”

“What? We been working perfectly fine.”

His eyes bore into you, giving a silent plea. You watched as tears threatened to spill from his eyes, the same eyes you’ve grown to love.

But he knew you were right. He was so busy all the time, doing things that were beyond dangerous. He’d flake out on dates constantly. Some days, you’d wake in his bedroom at 3:00 am, completely alone.

“I’ll be better,” he always said.

“I’m sorry Miles.”

“But-but I love you, you know I do.”

“I know, Miles. This just isn’t right.”

“No me dejes, please.”

(Don’t leave me, please.)

“I’ll see you soon.”

Took a flight, through aurora skies

Honestly, I didn't think about how we didn't say goodbye

Just see you very soon

It hurts to be something

It's worse to be nothing with you

——————————————————————————

“Miles, man, how you doin?”

So I didn't call you

For sixteen long days

Miles didn’t answer. For a little over 2 weeks, he did nothing but stare at his ceiling. His bed, somehow, still smelled like you. There was a hoodie draped over his desk chair, the same one you wore when you left him.

He wasn’t upset with you. No matter how much he ignored it, he still knew he was ruining it, ruining you. Someone was bound to get hurt. More than anything, he was glad it was him.

And I should get a cigarette

For so much restraint

No matter how long I resist temptation

I will always lose

It was for the better, right?

In the 8 months you had been dating, you always somehow managed to end up missing Miles more than you could love him. Too many nights, you woke up alone. Too many of your texts had been left on read. No matter how many times he came back, he always left again.

You still had his hoodie, his favorite one. It no longer smelled like him, was no longer warm like him. It was nothing more than a reminder of everything you did, and everything Miles couldn’t do.

So, it was for the better, right?

It hurts to be something

It's worse to be nothing with you

Yet, you couldn’t forget about the nights he’d come back to you. Sneaking in through your window, trying his hardest not to wake you as he slipped into your bed.

Every time he held you, it was tight and close and warm. Every time he kissed you, it was sweet and loving. So many nights, you sat in his lap, kissing the night away until neither of you could breath.

“I’m yours, amor.”

I've done the math

There's no solution

We'll never last

Why can't I let go of this?

——————————————————————————

So I broke my promise

“Hi, Miles.”

I called you last night

“Y/N?”

I shouldn't have, I wouldn't have

“Hi.”

If it weren't for the sight of a boy

“What-what is it?”

Who looked just like you

“I’m sorry, really.”

“It’s alright. You deserved better.”

“But I-”

“Don’t. It’s ‘aight. You should be out there, living your life. It ain’t fair the way I made you worry about me.”

“I can’t stop, though. Funny as it is, I’d rather live my life worrying with you than not worry at all without you.”

Standing out on Melrose Avenue

“Volver conmigo. Please, I swear I’ll be better this time.”

It hurts to be something

It's worse to be nothing with you

“Promise?”

“On my life.”

“Miles, those 8 months were-”

“Awful. I know.”

“You said you’d be better. You never were. How do I know you’re not just gonna break the promise again.”

“Cause, before, I guess I didn’t realize how much I had to lose.”

It hurts to be something

It's worse to be nothing with you

It was all for the better. Right?

#Spotify #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #atsv #across the spider verse #laufey #promise by laufey #x gender neutral reader

[criminalmindswhore]

Love Story

I am feeding you whores today. I'm taking everything from my wattpad and putting here.

TW: mentions of abuse, pregnancy, death, loosing a friend and a baby

A loud sigh was heard throughout the bullpen as I looked at my phone, my fiancé was calling again. I answered it keeping my voice low, "I am literally at work saving lives right now." My fiancé immediately shot back, "I don't give a damn about your job. When are you gonna quit anyways? It's a pointless job and all it does is take you away from my watch." My fiancé was always an abusive bitch, I could take down serial killers all day, but never could leave her. This, this was the final straw, "My pointless job, saves hundreds if not thousands of lives a year. And I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. This team, is my family." She chuckled, "Like that bitch Emily. You've always liked her." I threw my file closed and took a long, deep, calming breath. "You're obviously correct Savannah, I have." I was speaking at a normal level now. I'm sandwiched between Emily and Morgan so they could hear me. Concerned they looked at me, "Just like you've always liked every guy who walked your direction. Don't act innocent, I've always been fully aware of your games. When I get home tonight, I want you and your shit, out of MY house. I worked my ass off for that house. Am I clear?" My tone was clear, DO NOT FUCK WITH ME. Emily was growing more worried with every second that passed, you were so angry but so calm at the same time. "You could've declined my proposal-" "Oh so you could hit me into saying yes? I have work to do. Burn in hell." I threw my phone down and laid my head on your desk. Emily wanted to ask, but you seemed you wanted to be left alone so she pulled out a sticky note and a pen, "Just making sure you don't need a hug. <3"  She stuck it on a file and slipped it onto your desk. A few minutes later after I calmed down I noticed it. I smiled as you read it and looked at her nodding. The bullpen was busy and loud so when Prentiss took me into her arms and held me tight, no one could hear her heart beating out of her chest. See Emily Prentiss has been head over heels for Y/n since the day Hotch introduced her. The way she giggled, argued, took down shots of whiskey likes it's nothing. All of her amazed Emily. When I finally pulled away from her, I had tears threatening to spill and Emily saw them grabbed my hand and pulling me into the conference room. She quickly closed the door and pulled me back into her arms. Where I instantly fell apart, "I'm so sorry. I should've said something, you guys could've helped me. I was just so scared o-of her." Emily didn't need an explanation she just nodded, rubbed my back and said, "It's okay."

As I finished my paperwork for the day I groaned remembering the mess I had to go home to. I starting gathering my stuff when Emily stood up, grabbing her things too. "Let me drive you home. If she's still there, we'll grab you some clothes and leave. If she isn't, I'm staying the night to make sure she doesn't come back." I was taken aback, "Em, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine I-" "Y/n, you said you were fine the past 4 years. Get your stuff let's go." I simply nodded and grabbed my keys along with my other stuff. The two of us chatted about random things until we slipped into her car. She started it and looked at me, "I promise you, as long as I'm there, she cannot touch you." She meant it too, she would die before Savannah ever touched your incredibly soft skin again. I reached over and hugged her, "Thank you." When she pulled into my driveway I felt a knot form in my stomach. "Her cars not here." I stated as I unlocked the door, clicking the door open and switching on the lights. I gasped at the sight in front of me, she had broken everything that mattered to me. Emily was frozen in place as I carefully picked things up crying. Eventually the brunette closed the door behind her and I looked at her. "She broke everything that had meaning. Memories. Good ones and bad." You looked so defeated it broke Emily's heart. She wanted to pick up all the pieces and fix everything, but it was all broken beyond repair.

The next few hours we spent picking up broken things and explaining their meaning to me. Some I explained, others I moved past. We were almost done cleaning with Emily she spotted a broken frame with what looked like an ultrasound picture beside it. She swallowed hard and picked up the picture, "Y/n/n, you might want to keep this." When I turned around I went pale and my heart dropped to my toes. My biggest secret was just exposed to someone who probably already thought I was the biggest mess. I took the picture from her and let a tear slip, "It's not my kid. My best friend in high school got pregnant in college, I went to every appointment with her because the kid's father was a jerk. After one of her appointments, she was killed in a hit-and-run outside the doctor's office. They did everything they could but she and the baby died in my arms. I immediately changed my major and made it my goal to save lives." For what seemed like the 100th time that day, I cried and Emily held me. "Listen to me, you are the strongest person I know, and I got staked in the stomach." We both chuckled and I pulled away still close to her though. "You are beautiful, and so amazing. Some girl would be incredibly lucky to have you." My heart fluttered hearing those words leave her mouth. Savannah always knew it even when I didn't, I loved Prentiss. It was at that very moment, surrounded by trash bags full of broken glass, pottery, and pillow stuffing, that we both knew. Emily's heart was racing but she couldn't stand it anymore, she reached forwards and grabbed my waist pulling me into her and I grabbed her shirt collar pulling her face inches from mine. My palms were sweaty but the butterflies I felt in my stomach overpowered the palm sweat. "Kiss me please Y/n." And that's all it took for me to crash my lips onto her incredibly soft ones. I took another half step towards her wanting more contact and Emily gripped my waist for dear life. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and what felt like a perfect kiss was the start to the best love story.

#emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader

[the-fiction-witch]

The Visitor P2

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny Watts X Reader

Rating Sweet

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Hello hello!!! For the Benny watts stories do you think you can do one, that were Benny's wife and he invites Beth to stay with us until she goes to Paris and he told us about it and we were fine with it but Beth didn't know that we knew she was coming and she is jealous of us and trying to start things with us but we put her in her place and benny is turn on by us putting her in her place. Please and thank you ☺️

I hurried to the kitchen and started work on dinner for us as well as some more snacky bits while we all caught up and of course imagine Beth and Benny will want to be playing chess for a while. And as dinner worked I quickly grabbed a dress from the airer beside the dryer threw my cream dress onto the laundry and slipped on my tea length off shoulder white dress with monochrome flowers and vines, making sure to do it up tight and making sure my petticoats sat fluffy, making sure to reapply my lipstick. I Heard the door and went to set things down but I heard him heading down the stairs "I got it!" He says so I left dinner to simmer fixing my hair in the reflection of the pan on the drying rack, And I headed through to the living room. Benny stood having just brought her in, Beth stood in her six-inch red under sole heels, flesh-toned tights, a rather snug square neck drop waist black dress with raised piped white seams, her long red hair well curled allowed to hang to her shoulders, she smiled as she looked around the living room.

"Very nice, certainly an improvement." She says her head stopped as if she almost jumped when she saw me, her smile seeming to vanish from her lips "You're not alone." Her cheerful tone shifting

"Why would I be?" He asks her coming further into view and immediately I noticed a bright red kiss on his cheek which didn't take long to deduce where it came from

"Sorry, just didn't know you'd be here," she says "Elizabeth Harmon," she says offering her hand

"That's alright, Y/n Watts" I smiled shaking her hand

"Watts?" She asks with a glare in Benny's direction

"It's about time you met my wife" he smiled wrapping an arm around me and giving my cheek a kiss I smiled giving his lips a little kiss and cleaning off the lipstick stain

"Forgive me I've been busy with dinner" I said fixing my dress

"No, no it's... adorable" she says fixing her hair

"Do have a seat" I offered and she took a seat in Benny's chair so I sat on the sofa as Benny headed to the kitchen to fetch drinks

"A lot changed in a season"

"You could say that," he answered from the kitchen

"So go on give me an update on what's been happening?" She says as he arrived backhanding her a drink immediately I notice her fingers grace his as she took her glass but he said as usual utterly oblivious and he sat down beside me on the sofa

"Well, been doing the usual rounds and all" he shrugs

"I haven't seen you around much"

"Took a little time off"

"Guess you didn't want him away so much?" She asks me

"I told him he could go"

"No I wanted to be here with you, I've got all the time in the world for tournaments, why would I cut short our honeymoon?" He Cooes holding my hand "I wanted time off anyway"

"From what losing?" She asks

"You needed some time off, you were working too hard" I smiled stroking his hair immediately he shot me a look he knew something was up but couldn't quite figure it out yet

"What about all this then?" She asks

"Well, stopped off in a little hotel on the way back from California just to sleep for the night give my head a rest. Decided to pop down to the little cafe across from the hotel and there she was"

"We weren't meant to be closed but I couldn't just kick you out into the cold"

"You were very sweet to me,"

"We chatted, and we ate until the sun came up."

"I knew of never finding another girl like you in a million years, we traded numbers and I came back home but pretty much the first thing I did the second I got home was call you"

"Ended up talking a for a good few more hours"

"We talked every day for months, and it got to a point I couldn't wait any longer I drove all the way down there turned up in the middle of your shift, marched in and proposed with a cheap ring I bought from the pawn shop"

"You made me drop a whole pot of coffee on the floor, but I said yes. I mean how could you say no to that face."

"Got things square brought this place and for married at the courthouse just a month back" he explained "Still getting used to it" he chuckled fiddling with his wedding ring

"And still unpacking, this place was a steal but sort of a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing"

"What about the cafe? You quit I'm guessing?"

"It was my business I sold up and used the money for our down payment and the rest on the laundromat a few blocks down"

"Humm quiet the business girl" she says

"Been one all my life." I answered "It's always good having solid cash coming in, pretty soon I'll be taking the laundromat profits and investing in a little record store I have my eye on"

"The one on Harrington's street?" He asks

"That's the one"

"Awww I told you about that" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss "So what's been up with you Beth? Grandmastering I suppose?"

"Mostly been on tour for my new book, heading off to Paris for the invitational planning on going out with Cleo while I'm there" she explained "Mostly been taking care of the house, it's been nice having some time off to relax not easy being grandmaster and all"

"I imagine it takes a lot of your time." I snapped back "Not reliable though, chess money comes and goes I'd always be worried if we replied on just winning tournaments it's nice having concrete assets" I explained "and the profits are nice"

"Very nice, you paid off my car for me. I had a lot of parking tickets... way more than I thought I did, there was actually a warrant out to impound it. But it's really nice not worrying so badly about money"

"It's very nice to start a marriage with a clear financial slate." I smiled

"Well hopefully I should be getting my Moscow prize Money as usual" she snapped back

"Ohh do excuse me I need to check on dinners" I smiled getting up and heading to the kitchen everything was going well I heard them talking about chess for a solid few minutes but when I headed back I noticed she had moved forward to the edge of the chair moving her hand down the sofa arm until her hand met his he pushed her hand off absentmindedly as they spoke clearly assuming it was an accident but her hand quickly returned to his and even slyly pushed his wedding ring down his finger

I coughed which caused her to move away, and Benny nervously brought his hand to his chest fixing his ring

"I don't have many rules for guests in our house Beth. But I'd thank you very kindly to keep your hands to yourself" I told her

"Just playing y/n like old times" She smiled getting to her feet

"Be that as it may. I'm sure a very smart girl such as yourself can understand concepts and this one's pretty damn simple." I told her "Keep your hands off my husband"

"Understood" she nods "I'll take my things upstairs" she says sheepishly grabbing her things and heading upstairs

"First door on your left" I told her before I went to the kitchen as now dinner was ready so I began setting things up on the table and I felt Benny come and wrap his arms around me kissing my neck "Benny!" I complained elbowing him slightly

"Raooww" he playfully laughs "thought there was gonna be a catfight"

"I was making a point."

"You really sexy when your... commanding"

"Am I?"

"Ummm hummm" he smirked biting his lip a little "You should put your foot down more often, I like it"

"Well see"

"I'm sorry -"

"What for? Not your fault" I shrug

"I should have moved, or said something, or... not Invited her here"

"Benny," I laughed turning to face him leaning on the table as I wrapped my arms around his neck "It's fine, your not always the best at picking up on these things I learned that pretty quickly hence why I've always been really straight forward with you, you didn't pick up on it's it's fine not like you imagined she would, you did perfectly fine my love. She's your friend you invited her here it's not a problem if you want her here then she'll be welcome. But that doesn't stop me from kicking butt if I need to"

"Your sure?"

"Very sure"

"I love you so much"

"I love you too" I smiled pulling him into a kiss I heard heels on the stairs but we ignored her continuing our kiss till I pulled back "Go on then Mr watts set the table" I told him

"Yes, Mrs watts." He smirked back giving me another kiss "Another drink before dinner Beth? We can play some speed chess after"

"Sure" she nods still pretty sheepish 

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First of all, my favorite blog is yours. And since I don't know English, I get help from the translation. There will be a lot of mistakes in this article, I'm very sorry.*Well why don't you write a author reader and charles leclerc? Drabble, headcanons or imagine, if you do, you will be the first blog to do so. Think about it, Charles always wants to read the reader's writings. He always goes to autographs with him, he goes to all the races of reader Charles. I'm sure it will be great.*

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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x author!female reader

Warnings: Nothing, just pure fluff. Maybe one mention of not eating properly bcs of lack of time but that’s it.

a/n: i personally love this but i believe i’ve seen people write about reader being an author before? I’m so flattered that my blog is your favorite and please don’t worry about the english!! I’m not a native speaker either!

Sleepless nights, random naps throughout the day, cups upon cups of coffee and energy drinks, the clicking of the keyboard and Charles' soft but nagging voice.

That is what your days have been looking like recently.

With the deadline of your next book coming up, the pressure was getting worse and the time was flying by. Every day without exception, you lodged yourself in front of your laptop from the minute your eyes fluttered open, your fingers typing away on the keyboard, only stopping when you'd run out of words, or when Charles would barge into the room, whining about being bored like he was currently doing.

"Baby..." he came up to you, dragging his feet while looking ultra cuddly, dressed in loose sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt, "You're not gonna take a break?"

Meanwhile, your eyes didn't move from the screen at all, not wanting to stop the word flow that occurs only occasionally.

"In a little, mon amour." You hastily replied, feeling slightly guilty for not spending his rare free time with him.

Charles groaned and took a seat on the small couch facing your desk, pulling his phone out of his pocket and busying himself on it for what seemed, to him at least, like hours.

However, it was only thirty minutes later when you clicked "save changes" and leaned back in your chair, sighing in exhaustion, efficiently catching Charles' attention.

His eyes watched as you got up and stretched your aching muscles after having been sat in the same position for far too long, the pull feeling like your body was being reawakened. A wide smile made its way to his face when he realized you were heading his way and he immediately put away his phone, opened up his arms for you, making you smile as you squeezed beside him on the couch, nuzzling your head into his chest and feeling his arms wrap around you and pull you closer.

"How is it going?" He asked and planted a kiss onto your forehead.

You closed your eyes at the comfort of being in his embrace, your own arms wrapping around his waist.

"Well, it's definitely going." You chuckled.

"Quand dois tu le finir? Debut de la semaine prochaine?" When do you have to finish it? Beginning of next week?Charles knew you were stressed just as much as you were exhausted. He had been noticing how tense your body felt against his so, in a caring gesture, while he waited for your reply, his hands slipped onto into the back of your sweatshirt, tracing calming patterns and softly massaging your back, causing you to groan as you answered him with a small "Oui".

"You've been working so much, baby."

"I know, chéri. I'm sorry, I've been barely giving you any time but I'm almost done with it."

Sure, Charles wasn't exactly happy with the lack of attention he's been getting but that was nowhere near the biggest of his worries. He, out of all people, knew how work can sometimes get in the way of personal relationships for a while but his main concern was that you were overworking yourself.

"Oh, non! It's not about that. I understand, actually but I'm just worried about you. You're barely sleeping at night, barely eating, barely seeing anyone. You haven't left the apartment in over a week and a half."

As his words and worried tone sank in, you looked up at him with a smile, your eyes starting to burn with sleepiness, the lack of sleep getting to you now that you weren't forcing your brain to focus.

"You're the sweetest, you know?" You kissed his cheek and watched him blush and smile at you before one of his hands hooked under your chin and he brought your face up for a kiss that reminded you its been days since you've kissed him for longer than just a peck.

"I just love you, chérie." He spoke and resumed kissing you for a few seconds, his hand still running up and down your back, feeling you relax under his loving touch.

It was amazing how quickly he could calm you down when you were anxious, how easily he could get you to relax when you were stressed and just how effortlessly you could fall asleep in his arms even if you were struggling with a million hectic and loud thought.

He pulled away from the kiss, watching the way your eyes were fighting to stay open while you looked at him in a way that he found utterly adorable.

"Come here." He got you to lay your head on his chest and gently started combing his fingers through your hair, all while smiling widely.

"How much did you sleep last night?"

"I don't know. I think... two hours? I'm not sure." You mumbled, clutching onto him tightly.

"Baby! T'es sérieuse? Deux heures seulement?" Are you serious? Just two hours? "You've been awake for how long?" He scolded, purely out of concern.

"Far too long." You chuckled, rubbing at your burning eyes with your palms just as a yawn interrupted the conversation.

Charles made disapproving sounds before abruptly standing up and lifting you into his arms, the sudden action startling you out of your half asleep state that you were rather enjoying.

"Charles!" You squealed, you arms immediately wrapping around his neck as a reflex, "What are you doing?"

"You're gonna take a nap, mon amour." He pecked your lips before walking to the door, pulling it open with his foot and heading to the bedroom, the lack of complaints from you further proving his suspicion that you were in fact working too hard.

Once he set you onto bed, covering you with the soft duvet and planting a kiss onto your temple, you grabbed onto his hand and pulled him under the sheets with you, scooting over so he could comfortably fit.

"You didn't think you were leaving me alone, did you?" You snuggled closer to him, shielding your sight from the light of the day by cuddling up to his chest while you felt his arms around you.

"I would never." He chuckled, resting his head on top of yours and not saying anything else, just letting you sleep and get the rest you so desperately needed while keeping you safe and warm in his hold.

When you woke up a few hours later, you found Charles still right by your side, this time with your laptop on his lap as he sat cross-legged on the bed, looking rather immersed into whatever it is that he was doing.

"Why's my laptop here?" You smiled at the way he was startled by the unexpected interruption.

"Um, i wanted to read the book." He sheepishly replied, giving you an awkward grin while you stretched your arms over your head.

"Baby... There's still a few chapters left to write. And you promised you would only read it when i would give you a printed copy."

Charles shrugged, "I just wanted to see what's been stealing my girl from me."

"Mhm. How did you find it?"

"Up to where i got, it's amazing. I couldn't even comprehend how the person who wrote it is the same one that texts me nonsense all the time." He joked with a proud smile.

You chucked a pillow at his head despite having giggled a bit.

"Now, the important stuff. Happily ever after? Est-ce qu'ils auront leur heureuse fin?" Are they gonna get their happy ending? He asked with his eyebrows raised in question.

"Guess you'll have to wait and see." You teased before grabbing your laptop and immediately going back to writing.

A few months later, the book that was finished in sleepless nights and exhausting days was finally published and was out for the world to read. It was getting extremely positive reaction, quickly becoming an incredibly popular bestseller. You had been doing book signings in multiple stores and bookstores that carried you works and Charles, being the supportive and incredibly curious boyfriend he was, was accompanying you to every single signing that he could, repeatedly bringing you water, snacks and new pens through the sessions with your fans, sometimes stealing a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing again for a few minutes.

A fan who didn't knew who he was mistook him for your assistant because of how much he was helping you, occasionally pulling a chair, sitting beside you and opening the books you had to sign onto their first pages so he could help you save time and work more efficiently.

Fans who knew who he was, or at least knew he was your boyfriend, were in complete awe of your relationship, fascinated with things as simple as the way the two of you looked at each other, the room seeming empty for a few seconds when your eyes would lock with his.

You were currently at a book signing and Charles had disappeared about half an hour ago so you were expecting he'd make an appearance any minute now.

You didn't let that distract you.

You gave your fans your full attention, engaging with them in small talk as you signed their copies of your books, the buzz of people in the room becoming louder by the second.

"Have a good day!" You greeted one of the fans goodbye.

"Thank you!" Her excited voice spoke back to you before she disappeared into the crowd, another book quickly being pushed in front of you before you could even look up at the next person and greet them hello.

"Can i get a dedication, please? I'm your biggest fan!" The voice was slightly changed on purpose but you could recognize it anywhere.

You looked up at Charles with an amused look, grabbing back your pen and going with the game he was pulling.

"Really? Sure, what's your name?" You asked, your eyes only on Charles failing to notice the phone cameras pointed at you.

"Charles Leclerc." He sheepishly smiled.

"Cute name." You chuckled as you scribbled onto his copy, as if he didn't already have multiple versions of the book at home.

As your pen glided across the paper, you figured that you might as well make it a proper dedication.

You leaned back in your chair, supporting the book on the edge of the desk, hiding the page away from Charles.

To Charles, my one and only, my saving grace,

Thank you so much for the endless support and empowerment you strengthen me with, especially when i'm writing these books.

Je t'aime aujourd'hui et je t'aimerais pour toujours, chéri.

I love you today and i will love you forever, darling.

With a smile, you closed the book, and handed it to Charles, ushering for him to move out of line since he was taking time from fans who didn't get to see you almost every day. Smiling back at you, he disappeared again.

"The two of you are adorable. You keep raising my standards, with both your books and your relationship." The next person in line said and you blushed as you started signing the book.

"I'm very lucky to have found him, i'm not gonna lie." You replied, your cheeks burning even hotter as the words left your mouth with a giggle.

Several hours later, once your hand had started aching, the signing was over and you met Charles by his car outside, strolling towards him as he leaned against the vehicle with a big smile, ready to just he cuddled to sleep by him the minute you got home like always.

"There's my favorite writer!" He instantly hugged you and took away the small bag you had with you, shrugging it over his shoulder instead.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted." You groaned, "I need like... a huge meal and and an even bigger cup of coffee." You detached from the hug and reached for the door handle.

"Chérie, didn't we agree to cut on caffeine a bit? Ton cœur te déteste, j'en suis sûre." Your heart hates you, I'm sure of it. He reminded you of the promise you made him a while ago while he watched you get into the passenger seat.

"Yeah but it loves you so..." you shrugged with a smile that he involuntarily returned with an eye roll before he circled the car and got behind the steering wheel, pulling onto the street almost immediately.

"So... I met my biggest fan today!" You teased, watching him intently as he drove, the movements of his muscles and his hands never failing to capture your attention.

"Ah, vraiment?" Oh, really? He smirked, turning the left blinkers on as his eyes scanned the mirrors before taking the turn.

"Yeah. His name was - i can't remember exactly - something along the line of Chase, Chuck... I can't remember."

"I think it was Charles. He loved the dedication and read it so much, he memorized it, even the way the letters are written."

You could see the slight blush tint his cheeks, his face delightfully decorated with a bright, dimply smile.

"Good thing he loved it, 'cause i only write things i mean in these cases."

"I loved it so much, baby, so much but somehow, je t'aime même plus." ...I love you even more. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, delivering a kiss onto your skin to try to satisfy the need to kiss you, that option impossible as he drove.

"I love you too, Charles."

The next morning, Charles had to catch an early flight to the next race. You knew that, his schedule imprinted in your head like it was yours and sometimes, it was.

A few days ago, he lightly tried suggesting that you should come along with him, not pushing it since he knew you needed to rest. You had told him you'd think about it and the subject was never brought up again, Charles assuming that was you way of letting him down slowly.

But last night, while Charles was singing his heart out in the shower, you packed a small suitcase and hid it under the bed, preparing an outfit for the flight as well, planning to surprise him in the morning.

So, in the early hours of the morning, when you heard Charles' alarm go off, triggering a stream of French curse words from your boyfriend, you continued pretending to be asleep, even when he he squeezed you to his side for a moment and kissed your forehead softly, until you felt him shuffle out of bed and stumble with what sounded like half balance to the bathroom.

That's when you sprung onto you feet, quickly getting rid of your pajamas and pulling on the leggings and sweatshirt you prepared along with some comfortable shoes. Then, you grabbed your small purse and dragged the suitcase from under the bed, setting it in the middle of the room and seating yourself on it just as the lock of the bathroom door was undone.

With your arms raised, you beamed, "Guess who's coming along?!"

Charles, who had walked back into the room with his eyesight on the bed where he expected to see your sleeping figure, was startled by your cheery tone and the fact that you were awake, let alone fully dressed.

"What the fuck?" He rubbed at his sleepy eyes, a small smile making its way to his confused face, "Tu me blague ou quoi?" You're kidding me or what?

"Bold of you to assume I'd lose sleep for a joke." You teased, getting up and moving towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss, the taste of toothpaste strong on his lips still.

"Now, get dressed. We're gonna be late for our flight." You smiled and headed for the bathroom to wash your face and brush your own teeth but before you could, a much more energetic Charles trapped you in a hug from behind, his hand grabbing your face while he planted a big kiss onto your cheek.

"I fucking love you so much, you know?" He beamed and let you go, watching as you walked away giggling.

The race weekend went amazingly, even better than usual, in Charles' opinion, because you were there with him for it all.

Charles was an insanely supportive boyfriend. The support he backed you with was surreal and it made you want to be there with him during every race possible. The two of you thrived off supporting one another, being each other's support system and not being afraid to show it.

He loved going to book signing and releases with you and you loved attending his races and no matter what the public had to say about that, you'd always be there for each other, through best seller books or ones that barely sold any copies, through wins or podiums and DNFs or strategy disasters.

At the end, you were all that mattered to him and he was all that mattered to you. Charles made that clear to any observing eyes when he wrapped you in a bone-crushing hug as he made his way to the podium that weekend, your eyes teary with pride, not caring that you were being watched.

Sure, you were a writer but no happily-ever-after you had ever written, or even read, would ever compare to the feeling of loving Charles and being loved by him.

He was the "happily" in all of your happily ever afters.

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I wasn't so frustrated anymore, I went well all the way and told the staff that I was transgender and gay, but not yet pregnant. In fact, I haven't done the test yet, I didn't have time to do it, I went everywhere, including the hotel room and the sauna room, but only in the bathtub where I sat with a bomb foam machine and most of the time I fell asleep there until Jon, Max, Ollie or my alarm clock woke me up I didn't have to, I can always sleep well there, it calms me down, especially after stressful days.

"Jesus, I left my test behind" I zipped up my jeans, which had been tight lately. "How is your test, my son?" Dad looked at me, I was shocked and confused and gave him a stupid answer. "I was invited to a quiz show test." ,,I think Lando, you will fail at the first geography or history question because you are not the smartest boy in the world, your IQ is also 110." "Good no pregnancy test, I think I'm pregnant by Ollie." I knew, I knew, I shouldn't have done that, dad has no idea what I'm going through right now and he doesn't need to know about it. "Let's leave it to your mother's, not your resort." "Are you pregnant? You're already a boy." "No, I'm not the girl, I was just born in the wrong body and there's a long road ahead of me and behind me, I'm sorry to say this only now, but I'm transgender and gay." "I believe, go ahead, the reporters are waiting, you are third."

"I'm the third, should I take this as cash now?" I looked at the camera that took me, I couldn't believe it and nothing was going to work out as described in the ledger, now third place. "Lando are you okay?" You almost cry.” "Of course, of course Max, I just can't believe what I've heard. Tomorrow I'll start from third place, now if you'll excuse me, not only is the press waiting, but I can finally take care of my ongoing business."

"Lando!!!! Wait, current affairs, what do you mean?” I ran after him, breathless, when I asked all the existing reporters around, they said they had already given interviews. "Oscar, haven't you seen your teammate? Nothing." I saw that he had his hands in front of his mouth and was crying. He shakes something again and again, I went there and hugged him. "Is there a problem Bob? What is it in the beginning? it smells like urine, I mean it." "I'm pregnant, I can't believe I'm slipping in." It says I'm pregnant and 3-4 weeks old. Shouldn't I be seeing a gynecologist, Max?" He shook his head and still started to see this, my blood ran cold, I thought it was just a joke, he was joking, he told me the truth for the first time, and I have since supported him in everything he does, no matter what. "Well, come here, my old warrior friend, there's nothing wrong. I will stand by your side even if the evil gynecologists have a good laugh and send you to the end of the world on vacation in sunscreen and swimming trunks." I saw that faint but tiny Lando Norris smile in his eyes, I knew he had to cheer him up, he was spoiled.

"Yes, thank you" I put down the microphone and followed them in my racing clothes, only to see that Lando was begging for something. "Max? Here…” I’m pregnant Ollie slipped in, you get it!!!!!” Lando gasped and knelt on his stomach. Almost on the spot I collapsed from the pain. "I understand, but why? I'm just worried about you, man. During the winter break, you won't be seen or heard, and I called you so that if you're already here, come to us, but you're going to pick up that fucking phone, fuck you!!!!!" I walked up to him and slapped him and showed him my middle finger. ,,What???? Damn you Osc!!!!! I pour my heart out to you and you answer like that, you're a fucking Australian!!!!" "Here??? How are you talking to me you bastard Bristrol fuck!!!!” "Nana, stop it!!!!! Now I don't know who you are, but this seems to me like gay snogging." "Lando kissed me!!!!" "And you are my boyfriend!!!!" "Who the fuck is exciting my dick then and there I roared into you Lando, understand, it was more than just a kiss for me, you see." I went over to him and put my fluffy lips to Lando's, whose lips were a little wetter but softer and I kissed him. "Oscar, fuck Lando!!!" "Ollie!!!!"

"Wait for it!!!!" I ran drunkenly through the crowd after Ollie, "Ollie, please, it's not what it seems." "Why are you walking behind my back with Osacar? You're a bastard from Bristol, you've managed to prove it again." He tore the test out of my hand and threw it away, presented it to me, and then ran away. ,,Fuck!!!!!!!! My test is now the fucking half-pedock will know the truth.” "Lando, we saw that Ollie was said to be immature and an Essex monkey in a relationship. That's what all his exes have said about him so far." "It's not about that, fuck you, it's about the fact that I'm pregnant for you. Max is my baby's father and he flunked the test, which indicates that he's an immature dick and I still thought I loved Ollie. Where the hell did I go wrong and how can I fix our relationship because of the bean?" "You saw this, I don't know, friend, I think if you both look at yourselves, you will figure it out and I suggest you talk it over." "I don't think it's going to work because of the kiss, maybe I'll have to raise the little one alone, and I've just started to have feelings about this matter, what should happen, should I end it or not, if not, what a scandal it will be, should I give it up for adoption, if so, where?" ? But will I be able to raise him and how much help will I get? The whole thing is complicated for you.” Burying my face in my palms, I started sobbing, my body was shaking, I didn't know who to turn to and when I should say this, and I was afraid of how big of a scandal this would be.

,,Whose is this?" I walked back and saw that Lando was crying a lot, "What did you and Carlos get together with?" "I've only known since yesterday that you don't mess with him." "We really couldn't agree on anything except that mine is my test." "Lando, are you pregnant by whom?" He started sniffing, he leaned his head on me again, his lips wanted to form words but his brain forbade him, I started stroking his badger hair to comfort him. But there was no other way, and his brain buried it in a deep, very deep place, a mournful place from which he can only return in his nightmares. "From Ollie and I think it's over because of an idiotic kiss that only lives in Oscar's mind that he and I are an idyllic couple who will get married next year. That's not true, he's just an old friend of mine and my teammate, I don't want to fight with him, I think it's disgusting." "Well, Lando licked back that certain ice cream, you went with your teammate at that age too and we sat here and cried about how Danny was the last one to throw for a girl." ,,Congratulations Lando" ,,Thank you on his behalf Cheko" ,,I know more..." ,,Is Max sleeping?" I kissed his hair and he drooled so much that he fell asleep, I smiled, I could always stand it when Lando was sleeping, he's the cutest in the field.

#lando norris #gay #fanfic #max fewtrell #psych #oliver bearman #charles leclerc #osc #biseuxal #gay couple #george russell #f1 #mclaren #sergio perez

[vampysparkz]

Poltergeist Part 2

Ajax Petropolus X Fem!Reader

WARNINGS

None!

TAGLIST.

@mitsuri-suzuki @regulus-black-223048 @gretesstuff

After some quiet bickering between Y/N and Enid, the two made their way down to the quad. They walked down the stone hallways, Enid rambling on and on about how annoying her brothers were and how erratic her mother acted over the summer.

"Hey, Enid?" Y/N queries, her eyebrows knitting together as she thought over the question she wanted to ask.

"Yeah?" Enid hums, looking up from the piece of neon pink saltwater taffy that she was unwrapping, before successfully freeing the sweet from its wax paper prison, and popping it in her mouth.

"You always talk about your mom, and your brothers, but what about your dad?" Y/N asks, unsure if the topic was okay to mention. Y/N had met Enid's dad... Well. More saw him, neither of the girls were very happy to introduce each other to their parents since they were previously exhausted from staying up all night studying, so neither of them ever exchanged any words.

"My dad? He's a cool, down-to-earth sorta guy. He doesn't talk a lot though, mostly out working and stuff" Enid shrugs, wrinkling her nose when the taffy stuck to her molars and her canines, (much like a pitbull that got into a jar of peanut butter) and Y/N couldn't contain her laughter.

Y/N nods with a small hum, and Enid perked up. "What about your mom? I haven't met her yet." She hums, still struggling to free her teeth from the sticky confines of the taffy. Y/N thought for a moment, before giving a soft smile, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

"My moms cool. It's just me and her, so we do our best to get along." She nods, the warm smile remaining on her lips. Enid nods with a little hum, licking the rest of the taffy off of her teeth before looking up as the two stepped foot into their first class.

Y/N could /feel/ the mischievous grin that spread across Enid's mouth, watching as he friend scurried off to go sit next to a vampire girl that Y/N didn't know well. She looked around, and her heart sunk. There was only one open seat, and it was next to the one person she's been avoiding. Ajax Petropolus.

She took a shaky breath, fighting every instinct she had not to go intangible, but rather settled with semi-tangible, her form flickering. Ajax didn't notice at first, he was too busy staring at his phone, the screen blank. Honestly Y/N just assumed that he was stoned, it wouldn't surprise her.

The teacher walked in, beginning to drawl on about some sort of history lecture, something that Y/N had no interest in, especially not while Ajax was sitting so close to her. She had never even been within 3 feet of the boy, much less sitting directly next to him.

She sat in silence, until she heard him give a soft sigh. "I.. Sorry. I haven't been paying attention, what are we going over again?" He asks, his voice barely over a whisper, a rough ish tone sliding from a smoke burnt throat. Y/N's breath caught slightly in her throat, mustering up whatever little courage she had to answer. "Uh... Normie History I think, World War 3 and whatever misfits fought in it" She nods, glancing over at him, watching as a small snake slowly slipped out from under his beanie, sneaking a curious glance towards the girl.

"Ah, cool. Okay, thanks" he nods, before offering a hand out to her, which Y/N shook, doing her best to make sure she stayed tangible, despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'm Ajax" he says, with a small smile that made Y/N's heart melt. "Y/N" she smiles.

Part 2 is done!

Again, sorry it took so long, I've been swamped with work and school. Will have the new part up soon!

#ajax petropolus #wednesday 2022 #ajax petropolus x reader #wednesday addams #nevermore academy

[kentopedia]

Hello Rylie! How has your week been? I hope you've been managing your work okay and that you get the chance to rest this weekend. How is Calypso (your cat best friend)?

Your writing for pm Dazai is the best I've ever seen, I love your characterization of him so much. I'm aware that you're in a bit of a Nanami (and Levi?) focus right now, so feel free to take your time with this if you need.

I was just wondering, with how well pm boss Dazai keeps on his mask, mostly remains collected even in intimate moments, is there ever a time when he loses his composure or his s/o catches him off-guard? Was there ever one instance? I'm just wondering if there's anything you could do to surprise him, even internally if he's really stubborn. Just your thoughts.

HI NONNIE !!! <33 this week has been so busy already, but i'm managing hehe. calypso is doing great tehehe she says hello 🐱

SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER </3 i feel so bad i get so many asks about dazai these days but yeah.... he is not the main focus these days LMAOO (sorry bby) but thank you so much ! i'm glad you enjoy my writing ! i promise everyone i will continue writing him again <3 i literally just cycle through these three characters so i'm not done writing dazai !

ooh such a great question!! i think that it will take a very very long time for pm boss dazai to be vulnerable with you. like the relationship will start out very rocky + i see it being more of an "arrangement" than anything. unless you've been with dazai since you were teenagers or before he was the pm boss, i dont think he'll be willing to be open with you about much until later. he is very very composed, and it is rare that you can catch him off guard.

though, i think that when your life is in danger, he loses it a little bit. that would be the one instance where i think you could see his mask slip. like if you get kidnapped by one of his enemies, or almost killed in a mission, etc. dazai goes a little bit wild about that, and that's how he realizes you know, maybe i feel something more for them than i thought ??

once you're officially officially together, honestly... i think moments of pure love and affection will catch him off guard very easily. dazai hasn't ever had anyone treat him gently, so when you do something kind for him without asking for anything in return, he is genuinely confused :( he's more willing to let you see his vulnerabilities at this point, so he won't hide the fact that he's surprised. but i can imagine him trying to offer you something in return for such a small favor. like you do his laundry for him or something when he's exhausted and he buys you a gift in return and you're like ??? what is this for and he's like well i just didn't want to be in your debt. and you laugh a little because you think he's kidding, but he just wrinkles his eyebrows because it's a trade-off isn't it ?? it takes him a while to really understand that you just love him and don't want anything in return :((

#໒꒱ rylie's angels #osamu 🌹 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

[meatbricks]

NSFW alphabet with painter/neutral gender reader :'D that would be so ridiculous

HIIII ANON!!! sorry it took me so long to get to your request!! i've been really busy for a while, but i'm finally getting to all the requests i have left!

anyways, this is my first ever NSFT alphabet challenge, so i really hope you enjoy!

warning: non-con, mentions of pedophilia/incest/necrophilia/child death, self-harm, uhhh. painter's erectile dysfunction (again)

hcs are under the cut!

A = Aftercare: He won't do any legitimate aftercare, but he will tell you how good you were and try to keep you with him for a while afterwards just to hold you.

B = Body part: On him? His hands. On you? If "your entire body" isn't an acceptable answer, then probably your mouth. He has a really, really strong oral fixation.

C = Cum: He swallows. Both others' and his own. He makes you swallow, too, whether you want to or not (and yes, the same rules he applies to himself are applied to you as well).

D = Dirty secret: He has a habit of stealing female victims' clothing and wearing it; most notably, he's a fan of lingerie (although it's arguable whether this is a secret or not, he isn't exactly discreet about much regarding the topic of anything sexual).

E = Experience: Unfortunately, he's had a lot of experience... but not with many consensual partners. If you try to fight back or struggle, he'll know how to put a stop to that effort pretty quick.

F = Favorite position: Any where he can see your face. Whether you're genuinely enjoying it, crying, screaming, you name it, he wants to watch. Alternatively, I can imagine he'd want to get in as deep as possible, mainly because he wants to make sure he doesn't slip out (erectile dysfunction moment).

G = Goofy: He definitely takes it pretty seriously; like... as seriously as he takes his art (arguably, he sees sex as just as much of an art form as painting and murder).

H = Hair: He doesn't actually grow any body hair because of his low testosterone! That being said, though, he finds body hair on other people attractive, to the point where he'll even ask you not to shave (that is, if you do shave).

I = Intimacy: He tries to be romantic, and for all intents and purposes, he thinks he is, but really his attempts come off as creepy and uncomfortable (that is, at least, if you aren't into it; if you are, then it might be at least a little endearing)

J = Jack off: He self harms while he masturbates; not out of guilt, but out of masochism. He also might make you watch him do it every so often and make you hurt him instead of just self-harming like he normally does.

K = Kink: Are you kidding me. Are you fucking kidding me. Is this even a real question. You are yanking my fucking chain right now this guy has a fetish for nearly everything under the fucking sun— Besides the obvious (i.e., BDSM, breeding, crossdressing, etc.), he's surprisingly into roleplay! Most prominently (for very unfortunate reasons), he'll occasionally make you roleplay as his dead younger sister, so this technically counts as ageplay too.

L = Location: Just about everywhere and anywhere. If he could even leave the house for anything besides murder, he'd probably try to fuck you everywhere. Doesn't matter if other people can see you or even if kids or your own family members are present, he'd still at least try.

M = Motivation: Really, just watching you do anything at length will get him going. He can't look at you without thinking of all the nasty things he wants to do to you, and that usually results in some sort of, ahem, "action" being taken in response.

N = No: Anything involving bodily waste is an absolute no-go for him. He's above that. In terms of things that anyone would actually want to do, he's not into being regarded as a parental figure during any sort of ageplay/roleplay situations, although as previously stated, he's not opposed to ageplay and/or incest roleplay as a whole.

O = Oral: As much as he likes receiving (and trust me, he does), he likes giving even more, especially nonconsensually. To his credit, he's pretty good at it! ...But that won't make much of a difference if you're not into it; he just likes watching you squirm.

P = Pace: He loves drawing it out and taking it as slow as possible so he can savor your reactions and vulnerability for as long as he can. He's especially gentle for the same reason, i.e., he wants to make you as physically sensitive as possible so if/when he decides to inflict any pain on you, it'll hurt even more than it otherwise would've.

Q = Quickie: Remember when I said that he'd try to fuck you literally everywhere if he could? That should be enough of an answer to whether or not he's down with quickies. However, if it isn't, then the short answer is simply yes. Every time, all the time, yes.

R = Risk: Experimentation is how he discovered the majority of his kinks, so this one's a hard yes. After all, it isn't just your limits that he likes to push—he also likes putting himself under some strain, too.

S = Stamina: He'll last for as long as he needs to, considering the fact that his dick doesn't really get hard to begin with. While it's mostly just a curse, it's also a blessing, because it means he doesn't have to worry about not being able to get it up after a few rounds. As for the overstimulation? It just turns him on even more.

T = Toys: As much as he'd like to own toys, he doesn't (unless you count Fucktoy Cory and Fiona's head, but that's a bit of a stretch since they used to be people). He probably needs some, actually; someone buy this man a cock ring.

U = Unfair: Honestly, this one depends on the occasion. Sometimes he'll tease you until you've practically been driven to insanity, sometimes he can't contain himself and will just take you immediately. More often than not, though, it'll be the former; this guy loves foreplay.

V = Volume: He's so fucking loud. He tries not to be, but he can't really help all his whining and whimpering (sometimes he'll cry or even scream if he's being penetrated).

W = Wild card: I've mentioned it before, but here it is formally in bold print: this man has erectile dysfunction. It's because of his low testosterone, but it still stands—his cock does not work. That doesn't stop him from fucking you though, so expect to get stuffed.

X = X-ray: I actually have a visual reference for what he looks like under his clothes! Behold:

Y = Yearning: His sex drive is through the fucking roof. This man effectively invented hypersexuality and will never say no to sex (unless, of course, his partner wants him to).

Z = Zzz: He doesn't fall asleep too quickly afterwards, but definitely before you do, hence why he tries to keep you afterwards—he just wants to cuddle.

#this is the answer (ooc) #this is the answer #these are the headcanons #this is the writing #this is the art #x reader #🖌 #this is the nsft #urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #if tumblr nukes me for posting penis i will be PISSED #anyways uhhhhhh. nsft alphabet let's go baby WOO!!!! #sorry for the low quality of the image too; the image resolution is Very Small™ so. yeah #and also i feel like a more detailed drawing of Him Nakey™ would be even more reason for tumblr to bitch-slap me

[the-real-tc]

Bad Business: A Heartland Murder Mystery EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

One Month Later

A Certain Private Fishing Cabin

The fire over which they had cooked the fish Jack caught was mellowing. A cool breeze drifted through the valley from the mountains and the river waters babbled softly in the hush of the advancing evening.

Jack and Lisa sat together on the porch, enjoying the surrounding scenery while they sipped some French wine sent by Aunt Evelyn.

This getaway had been a long time coming, and both were simply happy to be in each other's presence without any distractions or worries.

"What a beautiful evening," Lisa said, leaning her head against Jack's shoulder. "I'm so glad we came out here together."

"Me, too," Jack said. Neither wanted to rehash what happened the last time he ventured out to the cabin alone.

"When you brought me out here that first time, I thought I'd found a piece of heaven," Lisa remarked.

"I remember," Jack said with a smile. "And here we are again, all these years later."

"And it's still a piece of heaven," she said. "I don't think we could get any closer if we tried. My happiness is complete."

"Well, now that you mention complete happiness..." Jack said enigmatically. "There's something I want to show you."

Lisa raised her head from his shoulder. Jack reached into his jeans pocket to pull something from it. A memory stirred in Lisa's mind from the winter evening when a similar motion took place. Back then, Jack had withdrawn a padded pink velvet-covered box to reveal an antique ring that once belonged to his grandmother. Lisa looked now to see a small, square leather pouch resting in his palm.

"What is it?" she asked when he did not utter anything further.

Instead of answering verbally, Jack fished inside the pouch to reveal a shiny, solid gold band—too big for her to wear, she knew right away from its size.

"Take it," Jack said simply.

Gingerly, Lisa reached for it, however puzzled she was, and asked: "What's this for?" He certainly could not be making another marriage proposal; that would be redundant at this point.

Jack stretched out his left hand towards her, splaying his calloused fingers. "Lis, I know you were disappointed when we got married that I didn't want to wear a wedding ring..."

Instant tears sprang to her eyes in understanding of what this meant. "Jack..." A tiny sniffle escaped and a large smile broke out onto her face as she slipped the band onto his ring finger.

"I love you, and I love being married to you," Jack said. "I'm sorry I was too stuck in my ways to add this little piece to our life together."

"And I have something for you, too," Lisa said, brushing aside a tear that had escaped.

"Oh, do you?" Jack asked. "Would this have anything to do with your visit with your legal counsel a little while ago?"

Lisa's lips twitched into a smile. "Why yes, it would, Mr. Bartlett," she answered. "I spoke with my lawyer about some very important things during that visit, which included updating my will and business affairs, but that's another topic for another time."

"Hmm..." Jack hummed, knowing Dan's involvement in her business life was now a thing of the past, thank goodness.

"Jack, I've proudly carried the Stillman name my whole life. I love my name and my family heritage. But you are my family, Jack. You, Lou, Amy, Tim, Ty, Peter, Georgie, Katie and Lyndy—all of you have welcomed me into your home and into your hearts. I don't want to be 'Lisa Stillman' anymore, so I've made a little change."

"You have?" Jack said, elation bubbling up within, sensing, but not quite believing what Lisa was hinting at.

"I wanted to save this surprise for a little later in our vacation, but now is as good a time as any. I want to announce I am now officially 'Lisa Bartlett'," she said, reaching into her shoulder bag to pull out a manila business envelope. She withdrew a document declaring that legal change. "How does that sound to you?"

"I think... I think it sounds like the best thing I have heard in a very, very long time," a beaming Jack replied, looking at the document. "Mrs. Bartlett."

He gathered her into his arms and their lips met in a deep, perfect kiss.

"I love you, Mrs. Bartlett," he whispered when they at last parted.

"I love you more, Mr. Bartlett," she whispered back with her customary response, leaning in for another kiss.

Jack did not argue the point, as he was fairly certain their love for each other burned with equal intensities, and would for the rest of their lives together as husband and wife.

Addendum:

It would come out during Chief Parker's team's investigation that the tiny Raven MP-25 Jesse fired at Lisa, recovered in the barn after Jesse tried to shoot Ty, had been registered to Val Stanton. It was a weapon she had purchased following the death of her husband for the purpose of personal protection while at Briar Ridge.

Thanks to the eyewitness account of "the man in Cabin Two" burning something in the firepit the night of the second attempt on Lisa's life, the forensics team found traces of fabric among the ashes and debris which matched the cotton-polyester blend commonly used in some hospital scrubs.

Prior to re-opening the Dude Ranch for business, Lou permitted the Chief's team to conduct a final sweep of the area, as one piece of the puzzle remained elusive. It took nearly four hours of searching, but the investigators finally found what they were seeking: the motorcycle Earl McCann fled on when eluding capture at the hospital. After his failed attempt at killing Lisa, the cops surmised McCann rode back to the vicinity of the Dude Ranch, secreted the bike in some bushes, and walked on foot to the firepit by the pier. There, he immediately disrobed and burned the disguise he had used to blend in among the medical staff. While he had indeed been hired to bring about Lisa's death by any means necessary, McCann's own death was mere hours away, as his foolhardy pursuit of the wandering bear would seal his fate.

Heartland neighbour and dairy farmer Gerrit Van der Heyden would eventually sight the roving bear on his property a few weeks later. It was confirmed to be the one that attacked Herring and killed Earl McCann. Fish and Wildlife authorities euthanized it, though some would be sad about its fate, given what was known of the beast's role in discovering the culprits responsible for a few unsolved murders and the attempts on Lisa's life.

All Herring's wounds physical, psychological, and emotional, fully healed thanks to the teamwork of Ty, Amy and a recovered Remi.

Adam Parker continued to write his blog and would report on the court proceedings involving Jesse Stanton, Theresa Haywood, Stanley Belmont, and Tanner Gunn. The cases are still being tried at this time, though with the overwhelming evidence against the accused, guilty verdicts are expected.

#Heartland #heartland fanfiction #my fanfiction #Jack Bartlett #Lisa Stillman #Bad Business #A Heartland Murder Mystery #EPILOGUE #Chief Jim Parker #Jesse Stanton #Tanner Gunn #fishing cabin

[ursaspecter]

I meant to tell you that you're the reason I got a Neocities website! I have my own name as a domain name, but I've been hesitant to put stuff under my real name...

And thank you for reblogging the maps! They'd been sitting unfinished for years, and I wish they got more traction...

SO sorry that this took me so long to answer. I thought I did but I guess it slipped my mind. My bad on that part!

But yeah I'm glad you found neocities! It's a neat little place isn't it? I gotta update mine at some point but lately I've been so busy with work and school and stuff. Also your maps are awesome! You have no idea how many times I've gone to write something and just had to guesstimate on where exactly Hill Valley was placed. Definitely gonne keep those handy! Plus I just love maps in general