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Hey girl so I was wanting more dad drew and I was wondering if you could do something like where Tatum is like a teenager and her personality is a lot like her moms which causes them to buttheads sometimes, and in one argument Tatum says some hurtful thing to her mom making her mom cry so drew had to have a talk with her. You can add Leo to idk I was just kinda thinking but besides the point I love your work and I think your amazing keep up the great work girl love ya
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summary tatum, your oldest, says a few hurtful words to you that make you cry. drew has a conversation with tatum about what she did to you.
warning(s) arguments, crying, child + parent arguing.
Tatum is very much like you when you were a teenager. Moments during the week where you two buttheads about certain things that are typical for a mom and daughters to "argue" about.
However, tonight took a turn for the worse. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table finishing up dinner. It had been a long day at work for Drew and you been home cleaning the house.
Leo was talking about how his day went—recently, Leo, has gotten into basketball and wanted to try out for the school. Drew and you were excited to hear the news and encouraged Leo to try out.
"Tatum, could you kindly get off your phone? "Your brother is talking," you say aloud, attracting her attention as you point to Leo, who has stopped talking.
Tatum rolls her eyes and sets her phone on the table beside her dish. "You can put it on the counter please."
"Why can't I leave it next to me?" She gives you an attitude, "We are sitting at the dinner table eating, and none of us have our phones next to us," your tone remains casual but firm.
"Leo can still talk and I won't be on my phone" crossing her arms over her chest, not bothering to move her phone from the table.
Before Tatum can finish speaking, Drew cuts her off with a clear and serious voice and says, "Tatum, watch your tone and listen to your mom."
Tatum groans loudly, pushes her chair out, picks up her phone, walks to the kitchen, and puts it down after rolling her eyes in frustration.
"There look you happy mom?" Tatum mumbles "so dumb" under her breath as she emphasizes with her palms raised.
You hear her say, "It's not stupid, Tatum." We've had this regulation in place for a very long time, so I don't see why everyone is acting this way—" Tatum slams her hand on the table and interrupts you in the middle of your statement.
"Please, Mom, just shut up already. I'm tired of you being irritating these past few days—" "Tatum Ann Starkey you will not speak to your mom like that, ever!" Drew abruptly interrupts her, throwing his fist on the table, causing everyone to jump. He gestures for her to "go up to your room now," and Tatum gives him a terrified face.
The corners of your eyes well up with tears. Leo comes running to you and gives you utter comfort. You are wondering why Tatum has suddenly started acting this way.
Leo hugs you close to him and says in your ear, "You are the best mom ever, mom. You did nothing wrong."
"Thank you baby."
"Leo, while I comfort your mother, could you please return the little condiments to their proper places? "Thank you, buddy," Drew says to Leo, who nods and follows instructions.
"Are you okay baby?" Drew asks, crouching down and placing both hands on your knees, looking at you with concern.
"I'm fine, just confused as to why she's acting this way towards me," you say gently, sniffling.
Drew and you begin discussing what has just occurred. Drew was not pleased with Tatum's actions toward you, her mother. You do so lot for this family, and Tatum does not need to vent her frustration on you.
Drew soothed you in every manner conceivable, making you feel more at peace about yourself—he's the best thing that has ever happened to you. The sound of his words made you relax, and tears streamed down your cheeks.
"I'm gonna have a talk with her upstairs," he pauses, "I love you."
You give him a soft smile, pulling the front strained away from your face—leaning forward in your chair, thinking what just happened. So many thoughts running through your head.
Drew knocked on Tatum's bedroom door, and you knew he was going to give her a big lecture on how to communicate with your parents. You've discussed this with both of your children numerous times.
Leo walks into the living room with a bowl of ice cream for himself and you—he's always been a momma's boy. Leo brings you the bowl and takes a seat next to you on the couch. "Thank you, Leo," you say, throwing your free arm around him and drawing him into a side embrace.
"Of course mom, I love you."
After five minutes, Tatum and Drew come downstairs. Drew muttered something to Tatum before elbowing her toward you. Leo moves from the couch to wherever Drew is in the home.
As she settles on the couch beside you, Tatum sighs—crisscross apple sauce. "Mom I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you at the dinner table," she says after a little pause. "I shouldn't spoken to you like that."
You take in Tatum's words, "I forgive you, Tatum. What you said to me really hurt," Tatum lets a tear fall from her cheek, "be cautious with your words, darling, I love you," taking her in for a loving, lengthy hug.
You and Tatum unwind in each other's arms while letting the tears flow. Tatum reiterated the same words to you: "I love you, mom, and I apologize." Regardless of how you argue, you will always adore your children.
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Now and Tomorrow and Everyday After (Sylus x F! Reader) MDNI 18+
Synopsis: In spite of the 'tails' attempts to separate you from Sylus, it only seems to bring the two of you closer.
CW: Fingering, Oral (Female receiving), P in V, Praise Kink, after care, adult themes
Author Disclaimer- I do not own the LADS characters or lore and did use some dialogue from the recent banner's Sylus Card. I do NOT use AI and do not permit anyone else (or any other entity) to copy and advertise my work as their own. Definitely not proof read or edited because I was having “don’t post fear” and just needed to go for it.
Author Note: I made an attempt and this is my first time writing Sylus and posting it so yeah! Thanks for reading- all kind comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated! Remember, to be kind to yourself and others today! I also high key think Sylus is going to this zone to protect MC from Ever cause he makes mention of that but that's beside the point.
*this is my take on the Night of Secrecy Card. I wanted to fill in some gaps*
You pick at your nails nervously under the warm air of the AC. The city of Linkon passes you by- your eyes flickering to Sylus every so often as he drives you both to one of his safe houses.
Your nerves are on fire- not from the danger of whatever pot Sylus decided to stir up, but rather the fact that tonight is the night.
Or so you have decided.
And the night meaning boning. You want to bone this man hard.
Okay- wait, it’s probably more like make love to, but you aren’t sure where you stand in Sylus’ life or if his feelings are all that deep.
And would he even be capable of feeling that way towards you?
The thought makes that tight ring of nerves turn into a heavy ball in the pit of your stomach. Sylus really means a lot to you and you feel he shares that sentiment, but you have also been wrong before and it ended up just being a friends with benefits situation. You weren’t “girlfriend material” as you often joked with Tara.
But he is having you tag along, you think, he didn’t say he didn’t want you around. He just said he was leaving to protect you so maybe-
“What are you agonizing about over there?”
Shit.
“If you changed your mind-“
“No!” You say probably too abruptly, “I’m fine- everything is great, better than great even! Just thinking.”
Sylus chuckles and you don’t even have to look at him to know he is seeing right through. He knows you better than anyone at this point and he knows when something is bothering you.
You would honestly consider Sylus the closest thing to a best friend you could ever have. You can confide in him, depend on him, and you have a lot of fun with him.
For the most part, you think he has learned to depend on you, confide in you, and he certainly seems to enjoy himself when he is in your company. Luke and Kieran say they can tell when he’s been with you because he’s less trigger happy with the people he’s dealing with (which you’ll take as a win if you need to find one somewhere).
Not to mention- the way his hands were splayed along your thighs last night when he sat you on the kitchen counter was mind numbingly intimate. His fingers drew gentle shapes on your bare skin and left goosebumps in their wake. Sylus’ forehead was pressed against your own and his lips mere inches away, but he didn’t kiss you and you have been thinking about that all day.
What if he didn’t want to because he’s just trying to lead you on until you are of no use to him? What if all of these nice things and words and actions are all just to make sure you will still help him and resonating won’t be an issue again?
“What is it?” His voice is gentle, “maybe I can help you be less… befuddled.”
You shoot him a look that earns you a laugh, but you can see the genuine concern in his eyes. Sylus has been so invested in hiding you from the worst parts of his world and now that he’s opened up, he’s worried he’s lost you unintentionally and that all the time you have spent together is long forgotten.
You shrink slightly into your seat- avoiding his eyes the best you can and you say your question as quietly as you possibly can.
“I didn’t catch that, Kitten.”
You say it slightly louder now but still not enough and you can feel the deadpan look he is giving you.
“Howdoyouknowifsomeoneisromanticallyinterestedinyou?”
It’s all a bunch of gibberish, you had been far more confident of your assessment of his feelings when you were both walking and he was holding your hand. That would have been a really natural transition into discovering this question without any anxiety, but now you’ve had time to think about it and overthinking is the enemy of success.
And love, evidently.
“How they treat you, I suppose.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, sweetie, when someone is interested in you romantically, they may do things like hold your hand, call you pet names,” he says with the slightest bit of humor, “go to the movies, buy you gifts, play the Claw Machine until it’s dark outside and the arcade owner has to finally kick you both out. Maybe even play kitty cards in spite of losing almost every match because their opponent is a cheater.”
“I am not a-“
Your brain does a hard reset as you begin to realize what he is trying to tell you.
Sylus is telling you ‘yes- I am romantically interested in you’ and the dumbest, biggest smile ever on your face.
“Was that the answer you were looking for?”
You nod, suddenly feeling shy, “yeah- that was exactly the answer I was looking for.”
The rest of the ride is quiet with one of his hands on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. You watch as the city quickly turns into a distant dream and Sylus’ safe house, not to your surprise, is very very large and it does very little to calm your nerves.
“I see owning multiple properties can be quite handy. A smart crow always has a few tricks up his sleeves.”
“The same can be said about having multiple slippers.”
You turn to him and stick your tongue out playfully, “ha ha, very funny.
“This safehouse doesn’t happen to warm up, does it?” your teeth begin to chatter slightly and your bare legs are littered in goose bumps, “it’s colder than hell in here.”
Sylus rolls his eyes at you, but begins to walk towards the fire place.
“It is snowing outside.”
The warm hues of the fire illuminated the room and reveals several boxes scattered about, some opened and others not. The rest of the house looks similar to his main house, but maybe slightly more scaled down. It’s beautiful and it has a great view of Linkon and the mountains behind it. It’s almost easy to forget this is a safe house and not a vacation home.
“I’ll leave after dawn. You should stay here for a while.”
You turn with a scoff, “I know your ‘territory’ is pretty safe, but as I said, a hunter doesn’t like being passive.”
“Really?”
You choose to ignore him- knowing all too well that he will suss out your plan to join him on his dangerous little adventure. There isn’t a single thing in the whole world that could convince you to stay here otherwise, but Sylus has his own ways of ensuring things go the way he wants and you don’t feel like waking up handcuffed somewhere for your own safety.
“What’s with all the gifts? I didn’t think you celebrated Christmas.”
Sylus chuckles, “I don’t, sweetie. I held an… ‘appraisal salon’ not that long ago.
“Would you like to take a look?”
It honestly is kind of like being in a candy shop, but the candy shop is the black market and instead of delicious treats, they sell guns and while guns are cool (when used appropriately), they certainly aren’t helping you get Sylus any closer to the bedroom than you were five minutes ago.
“Look at these bad boys!” You hold the unwrapped vintage gun, “this is a classic piece and very difficult to find.”
Then a stroke of genius occurs.
“Let’s have a contest,” you flash a cheeky grin, “whoever can disassemble their gun first gets to ask the other any question they want.”
“You truly are relentless.”
And of course Sylus agrees because he’s Sylus and he loves a good challenge. However, you are extremely determined to be the person asking the question and you know this specific gun quite well. You and Caleb learned how to shoot using these guns and you could disassemble it by telling it to.
The gun is pointed at Sylus’ chin right as he is about to finish putting together his own weapon. You eat up the delicious grin on his face. It makes you feel empowered- he makes you feel empowered.
“First- say the thing.”
He rolls his eyes and gives you a soft smile, “I like your confidence and your determination very much. Now go ahead, ask your question.”
Uh oh- you hadn’t actually thought that far ahead.
“I’m sleepy.”
WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING RIGHT NOW?
Sylus looks a bit perplexed and you cannot blame him- you need to fix this NOW!
“Can you… tuck me in?”
“I thought a certain relentless hunter would ask about my destination.”
You shrug, “I care more about the present than an answer I won’t get. So will you do it or not?”
Sylus is suddenly swinging you up into his arms and you yelp in surprise, but it doesn’t seem to get the usual laughing reaction you thought it would. Instead, there is a heat in his eyes that you have seen before but could never place what he was feeling until you began to feel it too.
“Of course, Kitten,” his nose brushes against yours, “this request is way more powerful than that little gun.”
Every footstep closer to the bedroom is another step towards you having to be brave and you find yourself studying Sylus’ features as the dim light of the hall lamps barely kisses his features. He is so beautiful- you could probably study him forever and find more things you adore about him.
He catches you looking and he returns your smile of adoration- flinging your shoes to the side and going to set you on the couch to quite literally tuck you in.
And ACTION!
“I’m not ready to lie down just yet.”
Sylus cocks an eyebrow, “if you don’t want to lie down, I can keep holding you until I leave.”
“What if I don’t want you to leave?”
Your question hangs in the air and it’s hidden meaning seems obvious to you, but then Sylus puts you down on the ground and you realize he may have missed the actual meaning of your words. Is it that unbelievable that you would want to have sex or are you doing a magnificently poor job of conveying that point?
“We better make the most of our time until dawn then.”
In the spur of the moment and desire coursing through your veins, you find the courage to push him down onto the couch behind him. With a gracefulness you have never been able to execute before, you straddle him and the way his breath hitches makes something inside you break.
Sylus’ face is an adorable and sexy pink and his breathing becomes more unsteady in your clumsy hands.
When your lips finally touch his, it feels as if you have been asleep your entire life until this very moment.
Your fingers find purchase in his hair and Sylus pulls you into him- his fingers surely leaving bruises along the back of your thigh. The kiss is filled with passion and desperation- his skin feels like it’s on fire under your touch and every moan against your lips sends shockwaves through you.
“You really don’t want me to leave.”
To emphasize his point- you tease his lower lip between your teeth that makes him feel absolutely feral.
“S-Sylus,” you pant between kisses, “over there.”
You anticipated him to be a bit rougher, maybe throwing you down on the bed or something, but he lays you down gently like you are a precious, fragile gift. His hands are firm and confident as he cradles you, needing to have you as close as physically possible.
Your clumsy hands make quick work of the buttons on his shirt and loosening his tie. Your hands glide across his chest and your nails gently graze your territory- one of your nails taking the time drag across his nipple. Sylus bites your lower lip in response, his hips grinding into you, and the growl that claws it’s way up his throat excites you. Your heart feels as if it’s beating out of your chest by the time he pulls away and (not so gently) takes of your shirt.
The cool air is a stark contrast to the heat you feel on the inside- Sylus roams your bare chest and core with his eyes, his fingers hooking into your pants and pulling them down. You help by lifting your hips at an embarrassingly fast pace.
“Looks like we are on the same page with not wanting to waste any time.”
He crushes his lips against yours again, leaving bruising kisses on every inch of skin he comes in contact with. Sylus returns the favor from earlier, his practiced mouth circling your nipple with care. His tongue flicks and laps at the sensitive skin and his teeth are quick to follow, leaving love marks and spit littering your skin before making his way to the the other.
You are mesmerized as you watch him- your core wound tight and dripping with need at the sight of him worshipping your body. Leaning back, you close your eyes and enjoy every single sensation.
You have soaked the bed underneath you by the time he makes his way between your legs- you are so caught up in his silent worship that you can barely focus on the task at hand.
Strong, corded arms pull you to the edge of the bed and you jolt from your bliss filled daze- and God are you grateful you have. Sylus looks beautiful between your legs with his cocky smirk and pink cheeks- his warm breath lingers on the sensitive skin between your thighs.
With your legs slung over his shoulders- Sylus licks a stripe along your folds and ends at your clit, circling the sensitive nub and making lewd noises that you have only ever heard in porn. No one has truly, properly gone down on you and when they have, it always seemed like a chore.
“Sy-Sylus, you don’t have to if you don't wan-”
You are cut off when he sucks on your clit, his tongue taking the time to tease the nerves and leave you a whimpering mess.
“I’m not doing anything I haven’t thought about doing for a very long time now,” he kisses along the inside of your thighs, “now stay focused, kitten.
“Don’t look.”
One of your hands tangles in his hair and the other twists into the sheets. Sylus feasts and laps up your pleasure, his face covered in your essence and his nose breathes in your heady scent with happy, deep hums. His large hands roam your body, keeping your hips down and your legs clenched around him. They eventually return to your sore nipples and those practice, cold hands, become warm and attentive. He gropes and squeezes your breasts in time with his tongue as it darts in and out of your heat, his nose working to keep your bundle of nerves stimulated.
“Sy-” you clench your legs around his head tightly, a string of curse words leaving your mouth, “f-fuck- I’m, I’m-”
Sylus’ fingers dip between your folds and his tongue returns to your clit. His other hand holds down your hips as his fingers drive you to your first orgasm of the night. Your moans are shrill and untamed- embarrassing almost- but the more you sing for him, the harder Sylus works to get more and more of those pretty noises out of your mouth.
When he finally comes up for air, your pleasure is dripping from around his mouth and down his chin. Crimson eyes make eye contact with you and he brings his soaked fingers to his lips- shamelessly savoring the taste of you on his skin.
You can barely contain yourself when he begins to crawl along you- your greedy hands using his hands to pull him to you faster. Sylus gazes at you adoringly and you are overwhelmed with your own affections for him. You went from hating him to loving him, desiring him, and at least for tonight, he is all yours.
“What are you thinking about?”
Mindlessly, your hand cups his cheek and your thumb traces the spot where a scar should be from your first encounter.
“Am I being too greedy… if I ask you to keep your eyes only on me?”
Sylus almost looks relieved by your words, grabbing your arm and leaving a plethora of kisses as if to reward you for being open with him.
“You always had that right,” his warm breath and deep tone sends goosebumps of excitement up your spine, “which means… you can be even greedier. Do you want it, kitten?”
Your breath catches when you realize what he is insinuating and you blink a few times before nodding. He smiles and leans down, but you stop him momentarily. Your mind feels like it is going a thousand miles a minute as you run through every negative outcome. What if you are really bad in bed? What if he decides he doesn’t want to be with you or bother with you anymore after you share such an intimate moment with each other?
“Sylus-”
“You haven’t changed your mind, have you…? You just said “yes?” his voice is desperate, “I’m hoping yes is still your answer because… I just can’t hold back anymore.”
A wave of want and need flows through you, but before you can continue, you want to make sure this isn’t the beginning of the end.
“If we do this,” you whisper, “if we have this intimate moment together- you can’t just disappear on me. I want you, Sylus. Now and tomorrow and everyday after.”
The Onychinus leader blinks a few times before the largest smile paints his face.
“Oh, y/n,” he sighs against your lips, “you have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say those words.”
Sylus kisses you deeply, his lips caress yours and your hands explore each other- your nails make designs in his back as you try to keep yourself as close to him as you possibly can. Sylus’ clothed crotch is stained in the mess between your legs while he rocks his hips into you. His hand is tangled in your hair and the other is pressing you flush to his sweat soaked chest. The kiss only continues to deepen in passion and need- you barely get him to let you take a moment to breathe.
“He-hey- no biting here,” you tease, pulling him back by his hair after he nips the skin on your neck a bit too roughly.
His pupils are blown wide with lust and pent up frustration, “First you want it rough, then you want it soft. You’re a tough one to please tonight, y/n.”
You are lost in the depths of his eyes and the pooling of emotions behind them. You forget to breathe until he breaks eye contact to leave soothing kisses over the bite mark.
“What do you really want?” he uncharacteristically pleads, “won’t you tell me like you just did?”
While his voice may be innocent, you are far from believing this act. With a smirk, you use your strength to roll him on his back and your hands intertwine with his- keeping them pinned to the bed. The look of surprise on his face is refreshing, to say the least.
You lean down and kiss him slowly, nipping at his lower lip and eating up the breathy chuckle he releases.
“I told you a hunter doesn’t like being passive.”
“So you want control?”
You nod victoriously, certain you are going to be the one in control tonight. Sylus returns your confident smile with one of mischief before he somehow pins you down in the spot he was before.
Sylus chuckles deeply, “Unfortunately, I can’t give it to you. Not yet, at least.”
Before you can inquire about what he means, you feel the pressure of two of his fingers sliding inside your wet cunt. An open mouthed, guttural moan leaves your lips and Sylus just watches- his other hand holding your chin so he can make eye contact. He wants to see your pleasure and know he is the only one you are thinking of- the only one you are seeing.
Sylus wants you to know- no, understand- that you are his, not anyone else’s.
“Sy-sylus,” you plead, “pl-please I ne-”
“Don’t run.”
Your back arches upwards and you try to pull away from his hand when you feel a warm wave gush and soak the sheets beneath you. Sylus doesn’t relent and quickly coaxes another orgasm from your shaking body.
“Yo-you’re… so annoying…”
“I won’t deny it,” he crawls off of you with a grin, “I guess you can say I lied. Tonight, you’re not the only one feeling greedy…”
Sylus unzips his pants and pulls down his brief- his cock springs free and slaps against his lower ab muscles. Your mouth is watering in anticipation at his size- of course he’s perfect. He’s Sylus.
He climbs back on the bed and pulls you closer to him- the head of his cock presses against your folds and you feel yourself clench around nothing.
“I misspoke.”
“What…?”
Is he changing his mind?
“Greed can never be satisfied,” he places your hand on his chest, your hearts beating in sync, “but you can temporarily soothe it.
“Say it again, y/n, do you want it?”
Time feels like it stops completely when his eyes meet yours. Your devotion and adoration for each other is magnetic- an unspoken magic between both of you. Your fingers lace themselves in his hair, pulling him to you and you take your time to kiss him slowly, reassuringly.
“This is my answer.”
Whatever lust and want that had been held back erupts within an instant. Sylus crushes your lips with his and he slowly glides himself inside of you- your legs tighten around his torso and your whine of pleasure interrupts the heated kiss.
“F-fuck, y/n.”
Sylus’ pace is both gentle and punishing- you can feel him trying to be gentle, but the more he holds himself back, the more you want him to let go.
“Let go, Sy,” you whisper, “I’m yours.”
His hips set a punishing pace- your collective sighs and moans are the melody to the filthy sound of sex soaked skin and your hips meeting. His tip grazes the opening of your cervix and his abs stimulate your aching clit. The spongy sensitive spot inside of you is relentlessly stimulated with each movement.
“Such a good girl,” he growls into your ear, “fuck you’re so tight.”
Your only response to his praise is pathetic whimpers and cries. It doesn’t stop him- if anything, he only begins to praise you more. Sylus is wrapped up in the moment and wants nothing more than to stay in this moment with you forever. You are safe and in his arms- he is finally reunited with you in body, mind, and soul and this spurs him on more, his cock driving into you harder and harder and his hands digging into the flesh of your ass and hips to keep you in place.
You cling to each other, lips and teeth clashing against each other sloppily as you both lose your composure to the others’ wanting. Your velvet walls clench around him desperately and your fingers try to find purchase on his back, in his hair, anywhere as your orgasm overtakes you.
With a few more rough thrusts, Sylus stutters inside of you and thick ropes of cum coats the inside of your walls and fills you to the brim. He lays on top of you with very little of his weight, his face in the crook of your neck. Sylus leaves soft kisses along your neck and sings words of praise that you can barely register.
At some point, he gets up and you hear the bathtub turn on and the soft padding of feet. Sylus’s strong arms cradle you- taking you to the now filled bathtub that is more than big enough for two.
You straddle his lap so that you can face him. Sylus kisses you slowly while he cleans you- pouring water on your hair, scrubbing your scalp, cleaning the sweat along your shoulders and on the back of your neck. You return the favor, taking your time to make sure he can feel all the love you have for him and how much you care for him.
He helps you lotion and brush your teeth- at no point do your feet ever actually touch the ground again. Sylus sets you on the couch in one of his shirts and begins to change the sheets.
“Do you want some help?” you offer, your legs sore, but not wanting to be too much of a pillow princess.
Sylus rolls his eyes at you, “I’m capable of tackling this mission on my own, sweetie, but I will let you know if another pressing issue arises.”
You scoff playfully and wait for him to finish making the bed. Sylus picks you up and places you on the bed, you snuggle up next to him as soon as he lies down and, much like when you were in the grasslands, you lay your head on his bicep and he pulls you closer to him. You have never felt quite so warm or safe in your entire life and your resolve only hardens further.
You cannot allow Sylus to go by himself into the jaws of danger. You refuse to.
You turn and kiss his bicep, settling deeper into his arms.
“Good night, my clever Crow,” you say with a yawn, “remember not to steal the blanket.”
He snorts, “I will try my best, kitten. Now get some rest- I’ll keep you safe.”
You nod- knowing in your heart that you will always be safe with Sylus around- and let sleep take you. You have a long flight and some ass whooping on the agenda tomorrow, after all.
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Wrapped In Wicked Romance Part III:
Nica Schwartz - Epilogue
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Nica: If that’s what you wish, I’ll always up for it.
The clever, sweet whispers in my ear felt like they were toying with my heart, enthralling me.
(But these aren’t his true feelings.)
I know because I’ve watched him all day.
(This guy whispers sweet nothings to everyone, and plays with their heart.)
I was surprised that he was able to make acquaintances just a few days after coming to England,
(Now that I think about it, I understand why.)
He can skillfully use words to penetrate someone’s heart,
Even if you’ve only met once, you’d remember him.
(Also, women are even more attracted to him.)
I too felt tethered to him, until I witnessed that lady killing her husband.
But, not now.
Kate: …..I don’t want to do that, because if I date someone, I want there to be mutual feelings.
Nica: Well then it’s perfect, because you like me right?
Kate: I don’t dislike you, but….
(It’s true that I’ve deepened my understanding of him by being with him for the day, but….)
(But, I still don’t know much about Nica.)
I grabbed the hand that was holding my chin, and stared him down with a strong determination.
Kate: It’s because you really don’t like me.
Deep indigo eyes ripple for just a moment like the water’s surface.
Kate: I don’t think it’s necessary to lie to yourself just to date.
Kate: Suppose I did like you Nica, and you were okay with it, I still wouldn’t date you.
Kate: Because I might end up hurting you.
Once more, rippling eyes illuminated by streetlights shimmer like waves.
His hand released my chin, and ruffled his hair with a fed up look on his face.
Nica:….You’re really weird.
The small murmur reached my ears, and the fake smile vanished.
Nica cracked his neck with a bothersome look and sighed,
Kate: ….That’s better.
Nica: What?
At least for me, I was a bit happy to see Nica’s true self.
Kate: You’re a friendly and smart guy, and that’s great, but this side of you is even better.
Nica: …..You’re a masochist.
Kate: N-no, I’m not.
Watching me deny it so quickly,
Nica: Haha.
Nica bursts out laughing, smiling like a happy child —
(Huh, so he can make an expression like that…..)
My heart squeezed as my eyes were enraptured.
Nica: Then next time, I’ll go tough on you.
Kate: You don’t have to do that.
He returned to his usual self and smiled suggestively.
Kate: I’m going home!
The clock tower in the distance signals that our relationship will end soon,
I picked up the bouquet of flowers that held today’s memories and turned to leave—
Nica: Kate.
When my name was called for the first time, I automatically turned around,
And Nica used his index fingers to lift the corners of my mouth into a smile—
Nica: We’re still a couple.
Nica: Shouldn’t there be a kiss at the end of a date?
Kate: Uh……
My eyes were fixed onto the lips that drew closer to me slowly,
Unable to break away, his breath reached my lips.
(Oh…..)
The moment his lashes grazed the tip of my nose, his scent intoxicated me —
The sound of the bell tolled, marking our end as a couple.
Nica: Ah, that’s too bad.
He stepped back, his scent dissipating, and to my relief, I returned to my senses.
(Why do I think that’s a little disappointing?)
A cold wind hit my painfully aching body, and I let out a sigh.
Nica: Should we head home, young lady?
お嬢サン - Here Nica is using using polite language with Kate addressing her as “Ojosan.” However, because of the katakana form of -san “サン”, it seems to indicate that he may be saying it with a foreign accent. As far as I'm aware, this is the first instance of him addressing her this way in an event.
— This is our distance.
[Transitions to the palace.]
The next day —
Kate: Harrison, Liam what are you doing here?
Liam: Oh, Kate!
I called out to them both who were at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall and talking about something,
Harrison looked a bit perplexed.
Harrison: Can I tell you something?
Kate: Did something happen?
Liam: Actually -
According to them, it seems that the target of a mission they were assigned to was killed.
Liam: Seems like he was stabbed by his wife too.
Kate: His wife you say…..
(It can’t be that woman….?)
Even though my heart pounds, they keep speaking.
Harrison: The husband apparently purchased women through human-trafficking, and imprisoned them at his estate.
Harrison: He also raked in money by renting the imprisoned women to others.
Kate: That’s such a……
You can imagine just how the women were treated without even saying it.
Liam: That’s why we received the mission, and thanks to his death, the truth of the estate came to light.
Liam: The women were also freed, and we don’t have to go on a mission, but….
Liam tilts his head with a stumped look, and Harrison lets out a sigh.
Harrison: All the money that guy’s earned is gone.
Kate: Does that mean it was stolen?
Harrison: There’s no money at the bank or the estate, so suspicion’s falling onto the wife.
Harrison looked unsettled about it, but then a possibility popped up in my head.
(If I say something without concrete proof, it would only deepen the rift between Vogel….But, if he —)
(—Perhaps, he might’ve done it)
Kate: Ummm.
At that moment, my eyes met with a figure that appeared at the end of the corridor.
My attention was drawn to Nica who put his finger up to his lips and smiled suspiciously,
Kate: Oh.
Suddenly, a white bird flies by and I instinctively shut my eyes.
After I opened my eyes, he was nowhere to be seen, only a single white feather floating down.
(Nica Schwartz. A cunning person who likes to toy with love.)
(But, I wonder why I can’t dislike him.)
The day when my love is toyed with, may not be that far off.
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Nite time doodle !!
SLEEPY TIME !!
Thank you for all of the support that you guys have been throwing my way!! You guys never fail to put a smile on my face and I really appreciate the kind words! I just need to be nicer to myself at the end of the day, but I promise that I am okay and will continue to thrive regardless !! I live on out of spite. /j
All of these redesigns have made me tired, so I think I’m gonna stick with what I’ve got for a while. I have to spare my creativity for writing and stuff that is totally happening right now. (Slacking off, what’s that?!)
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and btw could u maybe start an series with an assistant x Timothée ?
Beyond Business-part one//t.c.
Warnings: cursing, mention of alcohol and drug use
“Timothée, you have the power to end this, any time you want to, so why don’t you?” you asked, waking into his home with him.
“You don’t get it, okay? It’s more complicated than you know.” he grumbled, heading to the fridge, opening it up to grab a bottle of beer.
“Timmy you reek of alcohol, do you really think you need more?”
He gulped down some of the cold liquid, stopping to glare at you, “As if it’s any of your business. You’re not my mother, y/n, just go home.”
As harsh as he was, he was right, he was your boss, and you weren’t friends. Your concern could only go so far before it was too personal.
Neither of you said anything more, Timmy left the kitchen, you assumed he was headed to crash in his bedroom after nursing on the brown bottle.
You left his apartment, reflecting on the past year of your life as Timothée Chalamet’s personal assistant. As you drove home, you remembered how goofy and lively he was when you were first hired. Now, he was becoming a hollow shell of that man.
He had been in a relationship with Kylie Jenner for nearly a year before you met him. But as time went on, after spending time with him, you wondered to what extent the relationship was real, or if it could qualify as a relationship at all. It seemed, to you, more of a situation-ship.
For the last six months, you saw Timmy become more dependent on alcohol and weed to help his moods. These days he was working crazy hours, traveling all over promoting his latest film. He was skinnier than you had ever seen him, and he was obviously tired as well. You, along with other people in his life, were worried about him.
The bad thing is, he is a grown man and he is going to do what he wants. He cannot be controlled any more than any other adult. So, for the most part, you felt as if you were watching him destroy himself and you were powerless to stop it.
.......
Timmy was bright and early with his apology text the next morning.
"hey, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have been such a dick to you. especially not you, you don't deserve that. Let's have a good day together, yeah?"
You knew that he did not have the energy to hire a new assistant if you were to ever quit. He needed you, you both knew that. So you answered just a moment later.
"Okay. Want coffee after I'm finished running errands this morning?"
"Yes please! Thank you." he texted back immediately.
A couple of hours later, you made it to Timmy's place after picking up his dry cleaning, some groceries, his mail, and two coffees, one for him and one for you. You let yourself in with your copy of his key.
As you carefully carried the armfuls of items, you saw him drying his hair with a towel in the living room. "Hey, let me help." he said, dropping the towel on one of the couches and hustling over to you.
"Thanks." you said, and together you set all of the bags and the coffees onto the kitchen island. Carefully, you lay his garment bag flat on the surface.
"No, thank you for doing all of this." Timmy insisted, taking his attention from the items on the counter to look in your eyes.
You felt like his green eyes were piercing into your soul. This was the real Timmy. He had showered and sobered up from the drunken night before. "Well, it is my job."
“I know, but I’m still really grateful for you. Not everyone would put up with me for as long as you have.” he smiled.
You returned a smile to him, then said, “I should get these groceries put away.” you grabbed one of the bags, “But go ahead and tell me what’s on the agenda for today.”
As you started taking items out of the grocery bag, he cleared his throat, saying, “Oh, um, I just got some calls to make, so if you’d go through and answer emails for now that’d be great. After you’re done in the kitchen of course, I mean, no rush.” Between his sentences, he was also unloading the bags.
“Okay.” you giggled at him trying to help you, “I can get this, Timmy, you go make your calls.”
"Yeah," he set down a can of coffee, "yeah, okay." He gave you a soft smile before turning to leave the kitchen.
To you, he seemed almost...nervous? The vibes with him were different today. Not bad, just different. You didn't know what was up with him, but it was not your place to pry.
.......
A little bit later, you sat at his dining room table, replying to his vast number of emails on his laptop. In between calls, he would look through a script and read over his business contracts.
It began to feel like a normal workday again. Every once in a while, you would ask him a question and he would answer you and vice versa. He was himself.
"Alright, thank you, bye." Timmy ended another phone call. He sighed; it had been hours since he started. You knew that he was exhausted from talking to people for the day.
You peaked up from the laptop screen, still expertly typing your email message. Timmy made his way over to you.
As you typed, you heard his footsteps coming closer, until he was right next to your chair. You hit 'send,' and went on to another email, as nonchalantly as you could.
He leaned down, his hands on the table, his arms caging you on either side. You stopped, turned your head slightly to look at him, your heart was beating so fast.
January 5, 2025
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birthday cake
hi! it is one of my best friends birthday today (happy birthday, reyna ily) and so here is a little yoongi birthday fic 🩷
in which yoongi decides to make a cake for his gf…
just blushy yoongi. fluff. slightly suggestive. no smut!
Yoongi found himself standing in the middle of his tiny kitchen, apron tied around his waist, frantically flipping through a baking book. He hadn’t baked in God knows how long, but today was different—today was Y/N's birthday, and he was determined to surprise her with the perfect cake.
He glanced at the clock, nodding to himself—plenty of time before she’d be back. No need to worry. After all, how hard could making a birthday cake be?
He regretted those thoughts instantly, rushing the first layer of cake back to the counter—if you could call it rushing. The kitchen was a disaster: eggshells scattered like confetti, flour dusting every surface (mixing in with the few strands of gray that nestled between his black hair), half-used sticks of butter, and sugar in places sugar should never be. "Ah, ah, ah..." His fingers danced under the baking tray, trying to avoid the heat, even through his thick baking mitts.
He shoved everything he could into the sink, trying to make room for the first cake layer. This couldn’t be the only way to do it—he had to have missed a step. What do you mean he had to repeat the whole process for the second layer? He muttered curses under his breath. Why hadn’t he thought to grab a second pan? Now he’d have to clear the one he was using, then make the frosting, decorate the cake, clean up, decorate the house, and still somehow look presentable. Where had the time gone? Y/N would be home any minute, and the kitchen looked like a war zone—with no cake in sight.
Yoongi's phone vibrated in his back pocket, taking him out of his zone. Her face flashed on his screen from the incoming call. Panic started to set it. She'd have to be on her way if she was calling! He tried to get it together and answered the call. "Hi honey," she could hear the smile in his voice, "Happy Birthday."
"Yoongi, you've already wished me a happy birthday," she laughed, adjusting the tote bag on her shoulder as she walked down the street.
Yoongi’s phone was wedged between his shoulder and neck, his head tilted just enough to keep it in place. His hands were busy, stirring the cake mixture as he tried to work the clumps out. "Yeah, I know I already said it, but I mean it. I want you to have the happiest day—every day, really. How was lunch with your sister?" He was proud of how carefree he could sound despite the anxiety this cake was giving him.
"Great! I'm actually calling you to tell you that she's taking me to go pick out my gift so I'll be back at a little later than expected -"
"He'll be fineee," he heard Y/N's sister whine in the background.
"Tell her I say hello too," he chuckled, "And not to keep you too late -she has to share." He couldn't stop the pout from forming on his lips, but he was also started making a mental list of ways he could thank Y/N's sister for buying him time. It was gonna be okay!
He quickly resumed his work, moving through the kitchen at the speed of light (or so it felt - but he had to keep stopping to check the instructions and recipe).
Yoongi carefully tried to lift the first cake layer, hoping he could slide it onto the cooling rack without incident. But as he moved it, the spatula slipped, and the edge of the cake tipped over the side. The layer landed with a soft thud on the counter, its corner now crumpled and slightly bent.
“C’mon, don’t fall apart now,” he muttered, his heart rate picking up. He gently tried to lift the cake, but the soft edges were starting to crumble under his touch.
With a frustrated sigh, he quickly steadied the layer, praying it wouldn’t collapse entirely. The last thing he needed was for this to fall apart before he even got to the frosting.
He glanced nervously at the clock—Y/N would be home soon, and this wasn’t exactly the picture of a perfect cake. "This is fine," he told himself, wiping his hands on his apron. “It’s fine. I’ll fix it.”
He gently placed the cake back on the rack, willing the crumbling edges to hold. It wasn’t perfect, but it was salvageable. At least, he hoped it was. Frosting fixes everything, right?
After more work, Yoongi stepped back and looked at the scene with a small, exhausted sigh. The cake wasn’t perfect, but it was finished—mostly intact and topped with a layer of frosting that, while not “artistic,” at least covered the obvious flaws. He gave a quick glance at the clock again. Y/N would be home soon!
He quickly grabbed a rag, scrubbing down the surfaces, and tossing used utensils into the sink. He kept glancing over at the cake, praying that it would stay intact for a few more minutes. It wasn’t perfect, but he was determined to make it look like he had it all together.
His mind was already racing to the next task. The house. He had to make it look less like a disaster and more like a cozy birthday surprise. Yoongi hurried through the living room, straightening the pillows on the couch and turning on her favorite candle. He didn’t have time for perfection, but he could at least make the place feel welcoming. He placed the happy birthday banner up on the wall. The fresh bouquet of flowers gently placed in a vase. It was all coming along!
The door opened just as Yoongi finished adjusting the last of the decorations. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly wiped his hands on the apron, glancing around the living room one last time to make sure everything was in place. It wasn’t perfect—there were still a few flour smudges on the counter, and he hadn't quite managed to get the place spotless—but it would have to do.
He opened the door with a wide grin, his eyes lighting up as he saw Y/N standing there her face lighting up when she spotted him.
“Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, his voice a little too loud, a little too eager. The words came out with so much enthusiasm, but that was fine—he was just relieved she was finally home.
Y/N smiled back at him, her eyes softening in that way they always did when she looked at him. "You didn’t have to do all this," she said, looking at the decorations and then back at him. "It looks amazing."
Yoongi’s heart fluttered at the compliment, but before he could say anything more, Y/N’s eyes flickered down, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“Uh… Yoongi,” she started, her gaze narrowing in on the corner of his mouth. “I think you missed a spot.” She reached up and gently wiped her thumb across his lip, picking up a small smudge of chocolate frosting that he hadn’t noticed. Without missing a beat, placed the thumb in her mouth sucking it clean, slow and deliberate.
Yoongi’s face went red as he stepped back, blinking in surprise. "What? Oh," he chuckled, his voice soft as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I, uh... might’ve taste-tested the cake. Can’t risk it being too sweet, right?”
Yoongi’s gaze flickered to her thumb, then back to her, his breath catching in his throat. He was blushing so hard he could feel the heat creeping up to his ears.
He flashed her a sheepish smile, still standing in the doorway in his apron, realizing only now how ridiculous he must look. “I kind of got caught up in... well, the cake... and, uh, decorating…” He gestured vaguely to the living room. “You know, the usual birthday chaos.”
Y/N laughed softly, the sound light and warm. She stepped inside, giving him a playful shove. "You're adorable," she teased, brushing past him to take in the rest of the room. “But seriously, you didn’t have to go all out like this. I’m happy just being with you.”
Yoongi felt a swell of warmth in his chest as he closed the door behind her. “I wanted it to be special,” he said quietly, his gaze softening as he watched her smile.
“Don’t worry, it is,” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a wink. "Though, I might have to help you with that messy kitchen... and maybe some other things later."
Yoongi followed her into the kitchen and he nervously glanced at the cake, still standing in the kitchen with his hands behind his back. He couldn’t stop the blush creeping up his neck. "Uh, so..." He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. "I, uh, made this for you."
He turned around slowly to reveal the cake—lopsided but covered in a thick, uneven layer of frosting, and sprinkled with a few hastily placed decorative touches. It wasn’t perfect, but it was definitely made with care.
Y/N smiled warmly, her eyes softening as she looked at the cake. "Wow, you really did this all yourself?" she asked, genuinely impressed. She leaned in closer, taking in the little imperfections with a fond smile. "I love it. It’s perfect."
Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, looking anywhere but at her as his heart raced. "I, uh, wanted it to be special. I know it’s not... fancy, but I—"
Before he could finish, Y/N leaned in, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Don’t worry," she said, her voice soft as she reached for the cake. "I think it’s perfect."
Without another word, she dipped her finger into the frosting and brought it to her mouth, licking it off slowly, savoring the taste. Yoongi’s breath hitched as he watched her, his pulse spiking. He tried to look away, but his gaze was glued to her finger and the way she cleaned it off, her eyes meeting his for just a second.
The warmth in his chest spread to his cheeks, and he immediately turned his head to hide the flush on his face. “Did you... like it?” he asked, his voice low. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest like it was about to leap out of his ribcage.
Y/N, still holding her finger to her lips, smiled coyly. “Mm, I do. It’s... sweet.” She licked her lips slowly, her gaze playful. “I think I’ll need more of this.”
Yoongi swallowed hard, the heat in his face intensifying. He opened his mouth to say something, but his brain couldn’t quite catch up with his racing thoughts. Instead, he just stammered, “Happy birthday, by the way…”
She let out a small giggle, stepping closer to him.
“Mm, the cake is really yummy," Y/N said with a smile, wiping a little frosting off her lips as her eyes locked with his. The look was gentle, but there was something in it—something more—something Yoongi recognized.
He stepped closer, the space between them narrowing. “I’m glad you like it," he murmured, his voice low. His hand reached for hers, fingers brushing her skin lightly.
Y/N’s thumb traced the back of his hand, the light touch sending warmth up his arm. She didn’t say anything more, but the silence between them was heavy with everything they’d been feeling in that moment. She was close and yet it wasn’t enough. Yoongi could feel his breath hitch as he gazed at her, his fingers tightening around hers just a little.
"Y/N," he breathed out, his voice soft but full of meaning. She didn’t pull back. Instead, she gave him a look that made his stomach flip, and the distance between them was gone.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers with a familiarity that made his heart race even more. It wasn’t tentative or hesitant. It was the kind of kiss they shared when there was nothing else in the world but the two of them. Yoongi’s hand cradled the side of her face, his thumb gently brushing her cheek as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer.
Y/N’s arms slid around his neck, her fingers threading into his hair, her body pressing into his. Yoongi’s chest tightened with the simple pleasure of having her so close, so warm. They kissed slowly, savoring the closeness, the sweetness of the moment. His tongue parted her lips as he deepened the kiss. He could taste the chocolate off her tongue.
Yoongi smiled as he heard her gasp against his kiss. He swallowed her sounds, his fingers gripping her hair.
Y/N's senses were everywhere. The sweet scent of the kitchen filling her nose, Yoongi's tongue tracing patterns as he kissed her, her fingers tangled in his hair.
She could feel him smirk as she gripped his hair and Yoongi made a mental note to keep his long length just a little longer (if it were up to Y/N, he knows he wouldn't be getting his hair cut any time soon).
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they caught their breath. Yoongi smiled softly, his fingers still tangled in her hair.
“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice a little raspier than usual.
She smiled back, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Thank you, Yoongi," she said, brushing her lips lightly against his. "Best gift ever.”
Everything just felt right. It was simple—just them, the cake, and this little piece of happiness they’d carved out together.
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The talk : Dick Grayson X reader ( with Bruce Wayne)
A/n : it's a snippet, I might consider writing it fully
Warning: suggestive but not explicit
Summary: it's time for the bees and bird talk with Dick
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Bruce walking in on a young adult! Dick and his girlfriend y/n getting cosy between the sheets.
Obviously, as a normally functioning adult and a father, even if just a foster one, the batman takes it upon himself to have a talk about bees and birds with his favourite son.
He got it all planned out, schemed, thought out to avoid surprises and misunderstandings.
He actually had the contingency plans from A to Z drafted for a while, only hoping that those would never come to use.
Unfortunately, seeing y/n, with her blouse undone, hair a mess and Dick's hands (and apparently more) on her, forces Bruce to retreat to hide the blush creeping on. The last piece of his dignity is gone and he is pretty sure there's no good way to recover from such a failure.
He had reached the ultimate botttom.
"Hey B, you good?" Hours later Dick found him in the batcave, engrossed in some feigned, quickly fixed work. It was too easy to figure he would hide there to avoid seeing or - god forbid - hear anything.
"Hm."
"You wanted to talk to me about something, didn't you?" He grinned, delighting in a way Bruce seemed to develop an eye twich.
"Hm".
"Great. I got some time before I get back to y/n, so?"
"Get back?" Bruce turned to face his son and immediately regretted it. He seriously wished to erase the sight of lipstick and love bites on his neck.
"Something wrong?" Once more dick flashed a smile, trying to force a reaction out of Bruce.
"hm."
"we're being safe"
"Amazing"
"and she's okay with it"
"Great"
"And I've studied female anatomy so I know a thing or two about --"
Oh dear lord...
"Dick." Bruce was an inch from having a spasm. How ironic it would turn out to be if gotham lost its protector because of certain golden boy growing up.
"hey did you know that --"
"Get out, Dick."
"But I thought you wanted to--"
"I said get out"
"-talk?"
"I believe you got it all wrong. It was Alfred. Yes. Alfred wanted to talk to you. Not me."
"You sure about it B? You want me to talk to Alfred about -"
"yes. Absolutely. Now go. I'm sure time is of essence"
"it is. Though Alfred took some time off, thanks to your generosity, Bruce. So I'll go, sure, but I've already got so many questions that I don't want to search online and--"
"Dick?" Y/n voice sounded dangerously close to the batcave entrance "Where are you? I'm gonna have to go soon and I need a proper goodbye --"
"coming!!!" Dick yelled rushing off the room " great talk, Bruce. We'll continue it later."
Dick left and Bruce was finally able to let out a groan. The masterplanner forgot to acknowledge the fact that sweet kids tend to turn into feral, hormonal young adults and require actual upbringing.
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"you're so mean to him, you know that?" Y/m muttered, once again with his lips on hers
"mean? Who, me? Ouch! You're hurting my heart here princess."
"you are. He could easily be a DILF, yet is alone and you're tormenting him."
"but if you saw the look on his face --"
"you're only proving my point of you being mean".
"I'm sure he'll get some, some day--"
"but still- mmm!"
"I remind you that you enabled the plan baby.... Played quite an important part in it." Dick started kissing her a little harder, not even trying to hide where he was heading. "Wonder why that is..."
"cause you're also a -- ohh!"
"you were saying?" He smirked, looking up at her.
"-prick"
"Am I?" His hands moved where she liked it "what else?"
"liar..." She gasped. While it was true he didn't tell her why he invited her over and that his father was in, his movements were serving as a pretty good apology.
Even if knowing Dick it was obviously also a way to boost his ego and prove his point and complete his twisted and deranged plan.
"you know what, I've already had one talk, I don't really need another.... Rather keep my lips occupied with something else --"
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Bruce came out of the batcave only after making sure it was safe.
Mentally cursing himself for having not one, but four boys under his care.
Which meant that this - whatever it was-- was about to happen again.
#Dick Grayson x reader#nightwing x reader#dick grayson smut#nightwing smut#dick grayson x you#nightwing x you
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Death for a Dollar watchthrough thoughts
Holy shit, this was unhinged. I loved it so much. (That’s too many italics, but I don’t care.) I’m kind of speechless; the number of times I actually covered my mouth in shock (usually because of Sam, but Tom was insane in this one, too) was staggering. I adore this play.
Anyway, I’m going to get into my actual thoughts instead of just rambling.
Just to start, ‘Death for a Dollar’ is a great title, so kudos to whoever came up with that
Oh my god, Hank and Gareth 2.0!!!!
“You don’t know what he did for this place.” “That—Tell me!” This is off to a strong start
“Where was your showmanship?” I love it when they work mini games of Change into the plays
Mr. Twilliger is an incredible name
“This is me being the bartender, getting the stories out of the customers, so they reveal things, and then they want to drink more because they’re reliving their trauma.” I mean, it’s a valid tactic to get more money; yay, capitalism! (sarcasm)
AJ forcing Tom to be musical… Caesar and Juliet, anyone?
I love that Luke knows off the top of his head how many keys a piano has (I’m honestly not surprised)
Is Sam’s hair a little longer than normal? Because it looks really good
“I got three keys, three teeth, three toes. I’ve been through a lot.” I love Tony the piano player (who was also referred to as Bill once)
“My mind can take an awful lot; there’s not a lot in there” I love him, actually
“You ain’t trying to seduce him!” “But I get bigger tips when I do!” Sam
Can I just thank whoever edited this for giving us that little shot of Tom laughing? Because I love it when we get to see him actually laugh.
I love Mrs. Prostitute (and I love Tom for including positive representation of sex work)
“This is what feminism looks like” West End Big Boys flashbacks
“My mum is crazy” SAM
Also I think my favourite thing about the microphones is that we can hear them laughing so much more clearly (brought to you by Luke, on this occasion)
I adore Sam’s weird little harmonica thing he does in western-genre pieces
Ooh, younger versions of characters being played by different actors; I don’t think we’ve seen that before
I love Sam being confused and Tom’s response being to start clapping
I love Sam being annoyed and retaliating at AJ with a bald joke
“I told my daddy that I was real fast with a pistol, and that maybe I could go and work in law enforcement, but he wouldn’t have it.” “No! No son is going to go work for the government!” AJ trying to paint his father as the villain and Sam trying his very best to make the audience like him… This is gorgeous
“Telling a man if he’s allowed to own people or not” okay, never mind, I take that back
I don’t know why Sam picked the Watson-clown voice, but I’m glad he did (also I love that the voice made Luke break)
“Many Fingers Pussy” Jesus Christ, Tom
“They thought I had the devil in me” god damn it, now I feel bad for Bill
Sam is so good at playing wide-eyed innocent characters
“God, I wish they had that law in America in the modern day” I wish I had enough faith in people’s judgement to wish that
“I didn’t know you could do magic” I love it when Sam causes trouble
I can never see a reference to a one-man band like that and not think of Mary Poppins
“I can’t wait to hear those four white boys do those accents” oh dear
Luke speaking Spanish!!!
You know what, that vaguely Mexican accent could have been a hell of a lot worse, so well done, Sam
“So you can work on a farm, or you can jerk people off” oh my god, Sam
“He offered me a job” and then AJ realising what it sounded like and walking it way back
Tom entering the scene and waiting for a moment to join in and then Sam just throwing him in without warning is amazing
“I work here jerking people off” Tom
“She said she helps people el secrete-o” SAM
“Hand stuff Jesus is okay with” Sam
I don’t know why the fact that Tom knows little bits of Spanish brings me so much joy, but it does
Holy shit, Luke speaking Spanish with an American accent might be my new favourite thing
I love Maria, the bank robber/prostitute
You know what, I get Bill; the little, slightly mosquitoy “yeah”s are alluring
Half-kiss!!!
“A beautiful flower turns to a crooked leaf” I fucking adore AJ’s weird little sayings
“It’s a well-known expression” and then the advert with the merch saying ‘more well-known expressions’
“Something went worse than wrong. It went really wrong.” Gorgeous.
Sam’s slip oh my god
I know I already said Sam’s hair looks good, but Sam’s hair looks really good
I already said it but I will never be over Luke’s Spanish-in-an-American-accent. Never.
“I’ll keep my hands moist for you” it seems like Tom like using the word moist (the moisturiser fairy comes to mind)
I love audience participation
I’m sorry, as someone who struggles with mental math, that quick multiplication from Luke was impressive
“Got a lot of spunk in you, have you?” I love Tom using his English degree to make dirty jokes (obviously this doesn’t require an English degree; I just mean that it’s a wordplay joke)
I love Sam making sure to bring the story full-circle, with Tony losing his teeth and toes
Jesus, Tom
“Have we invented the electric chair yet?” I looked it up, and it looks like it was invented in the 1880’s, so not quite, but it wasn’t nearly so far off as I thought it might be
“I’ma travelling electric chair salesman” … honestly, I’m not even surprised at this point
Tom is right; this is really dark
I don’t think Sam knows how electric chairs work (affectionate)
Okay who the fuck let Sam wink like that
“Well, I guess that’s the end of the Shoot from the Hip show” I love when they get meta
“What could go wrong with giving a southern American teenager a pair of guns? I’ve got school tomorrow!” Holy fucking shit; may I present Sam Russell, the king of risky jokes
“…when we faked my death…” I love Tom so much
“I think this is the first time we’ve used the principle of the unreliable narrator” I actually love this so much; this is such a cool concept, especially for an improv show
Tom is unhinged in this one and I love it
I love this so much
I already made as post saying this, but it bears repeating: this is BUS levels of insane
#you know every time I make these I think they might come out a reasonable length#but no#anyway in case you couldn’t tell#I adore the insanity#this was an amazing play#nightshadow’s watchthrough thoughts#I know I always say this#but if anything came across as negative#that wasn’t the intention#I adore everything about this play#shoot from the hip#sfth#Death for a Dollar
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12/27-31/2024 Daily OFMD Recap Part 1
TLDR; Nathan Foad; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Con O'Neill; Samba Schutte; Vico Ortiz; Samson Kayo; Ruibo Qian; Madeleine Sami; Cont'd in Part 2!
WOW Okay, sorry crew, I have been sick (with that weird thing that causes appendicitis type pain but am now better!), and had to clean my entire house (and essentially renovate half of the bottom floor) for a friend who is moving in for a month, and she showed up 3 days earlier than planned, so I basically have been MIA! So I'm gonna try to make this easier on myself to get this out already-- and the end of the year is going to be two posts in one!
== Happy (belated) Birthday Nathan! ==
Happy belated birthday to the absolute legend -- Nathan Foad! He shared some lovely tributes from his friends, as well as a badass tribute by @hotdiggitydollie of Nathan's character from Newark Newark!
He also sent a shout out to a fan who made this beautiful scroll for him!
Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram Stories / Hot Diggity Dollie's Instagram
= Rhys Darby =
An new picture of Rhys when he was out doing stand up at the Bourbon Room in Hollywood!
Source: Tmiddendorfphoto's Instagram
= Taika Waititi =
Taika caught out and about by a fan!
Source: Instagram
Rita and Taika were also in Times Square for New Years Eve! Rita was hosting with Ryan Seacrest and as usual Taika was there for love and support.
Source: Vera Ora/Rita ora's Instagram Stories
= Con O'Neill =
Con ran into a fan at the close of the year!
Source: Con O'Neill's Instagram Story
And if you haven't seen it yet-- had a very spicy New Years message for you!
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Source: Con's Instagram
= Samba Schutte =
Samba left a lovely end of the year wrap up message for everyone <3
"2024, thank you for your gifts and for your tolls. Started with the blessing of being born a dad and it’s been a non-stop no-sleep magical and heart fulfilling whirlwind ever since🙏🏾✨ Funerals were no foreigners, but getting to see family and loved ones rejuvenated my soul✨ I got to spend the funnest time with the greatest fans, baking, connecting, traveling and raising money for charity after our lovely show was sadly cancelled✨ My first lead in a romcom got distribution, as did a fun series, a horror and a sweet short, all of which I was lucky to be part of✨ I got to voice great characters in projects I’ve been a fan of, and again I was lucky to be a part of each and every one✨ I became a US citizen (perfect timing) after years of walking on eggshells as an Alien of Extraordinary Ability👽 And I’m so grateful, humbled and excited for what lies ahead: as a parent, a partner, a colleague, a friend, a cheerleader and an advocate for love, peace and multicultural unity✨ I know a lot who have had a rough and tough year. And I pray this next one is better, brighter, healthier and easier❤️ Thank you to all who are always in my corner and supporting my journey. I appreciate you so much. At the end of the day it’s not about the destination or the path we take, but about the company that we share along the way. And I’m one lucky son of a duck to share it with you❤️🙏🏾🧿✨"
Source: Sambas Instagram
= Vico Ortiz =
Our beloved Jim was selected as one of the standout trans honorees! Thank you @adoptourcrew for spotlighting this!
Source: Adopt Our Crew Bsky
Today in Gay goes live on Jan 1!
Their first preview episode is available on their substack! TIG Substack.
Source: Vico's Bsky
In response to what I assume is David's OFMD Fanfiction, Vico mentioned they may be doing something new with their Patreon in 2025!
SourcE: Vico's Bsky
Not enough Vico news for you? Here's some more! Just some puppy snuggles!
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Source: Vico's Instagram
Last but not least, Vico's posted three more s2 BTS posts! I've put a screen shot of each of the three videos below-- check out their paid patreon for the full videos! First / Second / Third
Source: Vico's Paid Patreon
= Samson Kayo =
Samson's friend Daniel Kaluuya posted some recent shots of Samson!
Source: DanielKaluuya Instagram
= Ruibo Qian =
Ruibo was kind enough to perform for everyone again!
Source: Ruibo's Instagram
Our pirate queen ready for the new year!
Source: Ruibo's Instagram Stories
= Madeleine Sami =
Season 2 of Deadloch has wrapped!
Source: Mads Instagram Continuing in Part 2!
#Instagram#daily ofmd recap#ofmd daily recap#madeleine sami#ruibo qian#vico ortiz#ofmd#ofmd bts#ofmd s2 bts#our flag means death#long live ofmd#nathan foad#ofmd cast birthday#rhys darby#taika waititi#con o'neill#samson kayo#adopt our crew#save ofmd#rita ora
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Sweet Escape
Pairing: Rafe x single mom reader
Summary: Moving to Kildare with your best friend and daughter was the perfect move. The little island is perfect, the people are nice, and you are finally at peace. Then Rafe comes in with his perfect smile and charm, sweeping you off your feet. The only issue is if you are ready to let someone else in.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse (Theo to reader), Theo just being himself, let me know if I missed any.
Wc:4.5K
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Chapter 9: Birthday Surprise
“Fuck.” Rafe yells before sucking on his finger. You look up from the table setting the scissors down. “Are you okay?” He just nods before going back to trying his best to soothe his paper cut. The two of you are trying to be quiet as Vi takes her nap. You thought it would be a good time to wrap her birthday presents.
Which meant Rafe thought it was a great time to wrap his birthday presents. Let’s just say he went all out. A few weeks ago the three of you went to the main land to the mall. Of course Rafe had to take her to the toy store there. You practically had to fight the both of them to leave without those drivable kid cars.
You may have won that battle but Rafe sure as hell won the war. When you were at Tanny Hill yesterday you found the big box in his closet. He went back without you and got the damn car. Bet he’s regretting it now as he heals his papercut. “Aren’t there people that do this shit for a living?” You shake your head at him as you finish your presents and go help him.
“Have I told you how much I love you and how amazing you are?” He sweet talks as you wrap his present. “I can’t believe you got her this.” You mumble, fighting back a smile so he doesn’t see. “Yeah, well imagine how cute she’s going to look. You can thank me then.” He’s right. Vi is going to love it and you are excited to see her reaction.
“You know she’s been telling me about a dog.” Rafe cheekily says as you finish wrapping the gift. You dropped the bow you were picking up. “I swear if you get her a dog you’ll regret it.” He lets out a laugh and moves the gift away from you. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do?” There’s a hint of suggestion in his voice. A small smile creeps its way to your face as he crawls closer to you.
“Maybe I’ll teach you a lesson this time.” Rafe pauses mid way to you, his eyes flickering between yours. His head tilts to the side as he assesses you. “And how’d you do that?” He gets closer to you, sneaking between your legs. Slowly he presses kisses to the side of your neck, making his way up to your lips. Just as his lips are going to meet yours, you move your head away. Using your hands you push yourself up causing him to fall back.
“Where are you going?” You ignore him and pick up the presents. Carrying them, you make your way to the hall closet and hide them. Heavy footsteps follow you, stopping right behind you. When you turn around he looks at you like he’s ready to devour you. “That pretty boy is your lesson. Get her a dog and you can just kiss seeing me naked again goodbye.”
He licks his lips as he looks down at you. “I mean how could I say no to kissing your naked body.” Shaking your head you push him further away. “I mean it, Rafe. I don’t want a dog in this house. June would probably have a heart attack.” The two of you know you are lying. June would love it since she’s an animal person. But a dog would be too much for you to deal with.
Plus who would take care of it while you are at the shop and Jo is working. Granted Jo worked from home but she still had to look after June. It would just be too hectic in the house and you don’t know if that’s what you need.
“I guess you have a point. Party pooper.” Just as he finished his sentence there was a voice calling you. “Mommy!” Vi yells as she wakes up from her little nap. Rafe doesn't bring up the dog conversation for the rest of the day which you are thankful for. But you did overhear Violet try to sweet talk her way into one. Man she’s good because you were ready to cave in.
Eventually she got tired and you put her to bed. Jo and Rafe set up the living room as June bossed them around. Tomorrow you have another court hearing. This time there’s going to be testomoney’s which makes you nervous. Jo’s parents flew out and are currently on their way over to the house. As they are one of the first to talk on your behalf.
Diane told you that his parents are going to be his first witness’. The last time you saw them was at your parents funeral. They had cornered you after the service berating you for showing up. You remember going back home just to cry for the rest of the day. Sure your parents weren’t great but you loved them. All you wanted was for them to love you back or at least not care about themselves more than you.
Seeing them again is going to be hard.
“Rafe if you drop that vase I will ban you from this house.” The man stops dead in his tracks. His other hand finds the vase so he’s using both hands. He clears his throat as he nods his head. “Sorry Juney.” You giggle and help Jo pull out the mattress from the couch. As you put the finishing touches there’s a knock on the door. Jo practically sprints over just to almost tackle her parents.
Lillian is the first to break from the hug and run over to you. “Oh if it isn’t my other baby. How are you? How's my little girl?” She rattle off as he hugs you tight. A second pair of arms squeeze you both. “Hi sweetheart.” You laugh as they bombard you with questions. “I’m good and Vi’s sleeping. She’s going to be happy in the morning.”
They are going to answer until a voice cuts them off. “I gave birth to you and yet I’m ignored.” June fakes a sigh as Lillian and Benji go over to hug her. “Sorry mom. It’s just been weird without the girls. We’re happy to see you.” They catch up a little bit as you go to find Rafe. He’s standing in the kitchen, staring down at the sink.
“Hey you okay?” Rafe jumps a little at your words, turning to look at you. “What if they don’t like me?” His eyes are just barely looking over your shoulder as if he is scared of what could walk in. “Why would they hate you?” Walking closer you stop just short of him as he shakes his head. “I don’t know, maybe because I’m me. My own parents didn’t even like me.” His hands find his hair pulling at the strands.
“They're your parents. What they think matters and I can’t lose the two of you. What happens when they hate me? I can’t put you through that.” You make your way to him and wrap your arms around his middle. “Jo and June love you, so does Vi. I love you Rafe.” The weight of his arms rest on your shoulders as he squeezes you back. “They’ll love you and want to know how I know that.” He pulls away to look down at you. “You are one of the best people I’ve ever met. You loved Vi from the start and that alone will make them like you.”
Footsteps start to echo in the hallway and you know they’ll come in here soon. “Plus Benji is a space nerd just like you. That gives you at least some brownie points.” Rafe laughs at the joke as they enter the room. “Jesus Jo you said he was attractive but that doesn’t even cover it.” Lillian gawks as she walks into the kitchen. Rafe pulls away from you to greet her and Benji. He had poured glasses of water for them, which he offered with a shy smile.
It was weird seeing Rafe being awkward around someone. Which didn’t last long as Lillian and Benji asked him a bunch of questions. By the time they are done it’s time for bed. “I’m telling you the Celestron NexStar is the best one.” Benji tells Rafe. “I’ll have to look into it. Have a goodnight.” Rafe shakes his hand and gives Lillian a hug.
As the two of you settle into bed you smile. “Think it went well?” you ask him, hoping his nerves have calmed. “Good I think. I really like them.” You turn to your side and rest your head on his chest. “They like you too. I could tell.” Snuggling in closer your eyes start to drift. “Really?” Rafe’s voice is quiet but you still heard it. Nodding your head you answer him before sleep takes you.
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“All rise for Judge Argent.” Everyone stands up as the judge walks in and sits down. “You may all be seated. Welcome back everyone. I have reviewed the evidence brought forth and viewed the witness list. Mrs. Simmons, are you ready to call up your first witness.” Diane sends you a smile as she stands up. “Yes, your honor. The defense would like to call Lillian Bridely to the stand.”
Lillian is escorted by an officer to the stand and made to swear to tell the truth. As her hand leaves the bible her eyes meet yours and you feel at peace. All the nerves from the day just disappeared. “Mrs. Bridely.” DIane starts but it cuts off. “Please call me Lillian. Mrs. Bridely makes me seem too old.” The courtroom chuckles at her attempt to lighten the mood.
“Well Lillian, can you tell the court how you know the defendant?” Diane is standing in the middle of the room, blocking you a bit from her. “The defendant has been my daughter's best friend since elementary school. She spent a lot of time at our house. Then after she was kicked out she lived with us.” Diane nods as Lillian finishes her statement. She walks a little to the side and then asks her next question.
“When you said she was kicked out, was that by her parents” Lillian nods her head and answers yes. “After they found out she was pregnant they said some awful things and told her to leave. Jo had brought her to the house right after and she stayed there until moving here.” Theo lawyer looks like he’s about to say something but he doesn’t. “What was the reaction to her pregnancy?”
Lillian takes a deep breath. “She told my daughter Jo first. Which then meant we were told because our daughter has a big mouth. When my husband Benji and I talked to her she seemed scared.” Theo lawyer stands up. “Objection, this is speculation on how the defendant felt.” Judge Argent raises a hand ordering him to sit back down. “Mrs. Simmons please proceed and I advise you to be precise with your wording.” Diane shoots a look at the other lawyer before proceeding. “Lillian, describe how you thought she was scared.”
“She told us. She said she was scared of how her parents and Theo would react.” Lillian looks at you and it feels like you are back to that moment. The worry in her eyes are the same as they were years ago. “Why was that?” Diane asks. “May her parents rest in peace but they were obsessed with their image. The only reason why Theo and her were together was because their parents wanted it. I would sometimes overhear them berating her. Saying that she was a…”
Lillian clears her throat, swallowing the lump that's forming. “A what?” Diane encourages her to finish. “A mistake and failure. They were ashamed that she would get pregnant. They told her it was a good thing Theo left since now she couldn’t ruin his life.” Diane and everyone looks over at Theo. He looks pissed as Lillian stares down at him. Next to him Delia looks between them as if trying to assess the situation.
“You say Mr. Wixx left. Can you describe what you mean?” Lillian looks at Diane. “She had him come to our house and told him there. My husband, Jo and I stayed in the kitchen and they talked in the living room. After she told him, he started screaming. Saying that it was going to ruin his life. That he never wanted to be a dad, especially not a kid with her.” Theo’s lawyer whips his head to look at his client.
“Is this the first time you witnessed Mr. Wixx raise his voice?” The question almost made her laugh. “No, he had a habit of finding things to be mad about. I witnessed him yell at her during their senior prom. All over the flower of his boutonniere. Called her and I apologize for my language ‘a stupid dumb bitch who can’t do anything right’. Then proceeded to yell at her for crying.”
“You remember those exact words?” Tears start to form in your eyes at the memory. If you are being honest it was buried along with so many others. That night he convinced everyone you would be staying at a hotel for the weekend. But in reality it was just so no one could see the bruises he left on your body after. “Yes. It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard him say things. I kept a log of what I heard.”
Diane nods and goes to the table to grab a paper. She sends you a wink. “I would like to bring evidence 1A to the stand.” The judge looks over the document as Mr. Campbell scrambles to read it. “This is a large list Lillian.” Diane casually mentions. “I’ve seen a lot.” Lillian adds. “Can you tell me what you witnessed on March 17th?” You scrunch your nose not knowing what they are talking about. “I was asleep and woke up to pounding on the door. When I opened it she came rushing in only for me to see Theo hot on her trails. Benji stopped him and told him to leave as I talked to her.”
You are confused about what she’s talking about. You can kind of remember being with him that day but not going to their house. “She had a black eye and cuts along her hair line. I asked her questions but she wasn’t making any sense. We took her to the hospital and found that it was a concussion. The following week I checked up on her and she didn’t even remember that day. The whole day was just gone.” You tune out what she says after that.
How many memories do you not have because of him? Was it really that bad? You’re so stuck in your head that you didn’t realize that Theo’s lawyer already cross examined her. Benji sits on the stand answering some of Diane’s questions. It looks like Diane is finishing up as he ends his last statement. “Thank you. That’s all your honor.” Mr. Campbell stands up fixing his suit. “Mr. Bridely can you tell me about your relationship with the defendant.” He stands tall trying to make himself look taller. “My daughter's best friend but she’s family.”
“Would it be safe to say that you feel over protective about the defendant?” Benji goes to roll his eyes but stops. “Yes, any father would be over protective.” “But you aren’t her father are you?” Benji’s left eye does the little twitch it does when he’s upset. “Maybe not biologically but in my heart that’s my daughter. I’ve watched her grow up with mine and I’m grateful we were able to be in her life.” Mr. Campbell looks irritated at the answer but moves on.
“Have you ever witnessed Mr. Wixx put his hands on the defendant?” Benji takes in a breath. “No, I have never witnessed him lay a hand on her.” Campbell interrupts him. “Thank you Mr. Bridely.” “But I have witnessed him verbally assault her. I have seen the bruises that were left behind after she’s been with him. I witnessed how a child that was so bright lost the light in her eyes at the hands of the plaintiff.” Campbell interrupts him again. “Thank you Mr. Bridely. I have no further questions.”
Judge argent watches as Campbell walks back to his table slamming his papers down. “You are dismissed.” Benji walks off the stand and sits next to his wife. “I will go over the statements given today. We will be here at the same time in two weeks. Have a great rest of your day.” The officer to the side of the judge argent steps forward. “All rise.” With that Argent leaves and court is over.
You thank Diane and meet everyone out front. You hug Lillian and Benji thanking them. “Stop thanking us. You should know by now that we will always help you.” Rafe wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. Then a throat clears behind you. Theo is standing there with Delia besides him holding a gift. “I just wanted to give you Violet’s birthday present.” Delia hands the gift to you but you can’t help to notice Theo’s tone. He isn’t happy and he’s showing it. Delia forces a smile at you which you return. Then you do something really stupid.
“Actually here, you can give it to her at the birthday party. I can text you the details.” Rafe tenses beside you and you can feel everyone's eyes on you. “Really?” Delia asks, her eyes are shining and you kind of feel bad. Sure she’s with Theo and seems like a bit much. But she does seem nice based on how she acts with others. She’s still dumb for practically kidnapping Vi but you can’t help but to feel for her.
“You don’t have to pretend Prim.” Theo’s eyes narrow at you. “I’m not. This is me giving you an olive branch.” You hold his stare and it feels like you’re communicating. He knows this is a move on your end. He just doesn’t know how he should plan his next move. “We’ll be there.” He takes Delia’s hand and walks away leaving you in awkwardness.
The whole ride home they kept asking you how you could invite him over. “Diane said we need to play along.” You try to argue but no one listens to you. “That doesn’t mean that you had to invite him.” After a long time of explaining yourself they got the hint. “If I do this then it looks like I’m trying. He’ll eventually fall apart and this will all be over.” They finally dropped it and agreed it would be a good idea. What could possibly go wrong?
Turns out a lot of things. You had picked up the cake only to drop it in the driveway. Lillian and Benji ran to the closest bakery to find something to use. Then the decorations weren’t enough so Jo had to run to the story to get more. It seemed like the day was just going wrong. But Vi was having a blast helping put things up so at least she was having fun.
It was stressful getting everything ready but it was finally done. Just in time for people to start to show up.
You had invited some of the kids from the neighborhood. Rafe got a bouncy house so you knew they would enjoy it. Plus you have been doing playdates with some of the other moms. Which is nice because now you feel like you have mom friends who can give you tips. The kids run from outside to inside the house chasing each other around. You found a tik tok about potion making and since it's Halloween month you thought it was perfect.
There’s an area in the living room where some of the younger kids are making potions. Vi is laughing as she pours glitter everywhere and you know you’ll regret it later. There was a knock on the door and you opened it to see some of Rafe’s friends. “Hey sorry we’re late. Kelce forgot a card and needed to get one.” Topper explains as he hugs you. “Dude I already told you, a gift needs a card. Hey good to see you.” Kelce greets.
They enter the house so you go to close the door but see Theo and Delia. They make their way in saying hi and you show them where they can leave the present. “Everything looks great.” Delia compliments. “Thanks took a while to set up. Just happy it turned out alright.” They go off and mingle as you try to make sure everything is good.
Two hours tick by and you decide it's probably time for cake. Everyone has already eaten so dessert might be a good idea. Lillian brings out the replacement cake. Everyone sings happy birthday to a squealing Vi. You help her blow out her candles because she’s still trying to eat cake right away. Don’t think she grasps the concept of blowing them out fully. “Alright mom, time for a family photo.” Jo exclaims as she pulls out her phone.
You bend down next to her but before Jo can take the photo, Vi shocks you all. “Daddy, come!” She yells as she waves at Rafe. The whole room becomes silent as you all watch Rafe. There’s a moment of panic then it's whipped away from his face. He smiles as he walks over and kneels on the other side of Vi. “I’m here sweet girl.” He whispers to her. “Okay, say cheese.” You all look at Jo and repeat the word.
She takes a few photos of the three of you. Then Rafe takes some of you, Vi, Jo, June, Lillian, and Benji. You forced Sarah and Wheezie into some photos as well but they didn’t seem to complain. Once photos were out of the way, the cake was cut and distributed. Kids now we're crashing from all the food and sugar so the party was coming to an end. The only people still left were all adults.
Rafe helps Vi open presents as the rest of you sit and watch. She was so excited when she saw the toy car that the rest of the gifts were almost abandoned. Her favorite part was having the chance to throw the wrapping everywhere because she could make a mess. Plus she got a lot of cool new toys that she was really excited about. You were cleaning up the mess that was left behind as Benji tries to set up the car.
“Okay so I have another gift that I want to give Vi.” Rafe starts to talk as Jo exits the room. Everyone turns to look at him but he’s only looking at you. “I know we already talked about it but I’m weak and caved.” Your ears perk up at his wording and you glare at him. “Rafe you did not.” He smiles at you and shrugs his shoulders. You stand up, dropping the wrapping paper in your hands. “What did he do?” Wheezie asks.
“She keeps begging me for it and I couldn’t say no. Plus she’s going to be staying at my house. So see, problem solved.” Just as he finishes his sentence Jo walks in with the cutest English bulldog. It looks like a puppy since it’s still so small. When you look at Vi her eyes light up as she jumps up from her seat. She runs over to the dog waiting patiently as Jo puts it down. You walk over as the puppy sniffs her hand and licks it causing her to laugh.
“What do you think baby?” You ask as you pet the new addition. Vi smiles bigly and hugs the puppy. “I love dog.” She exclaims happily. You shoot Rafe a look but really you can’t be mad. She looks so happy. “It better be staying at yours.” You say as you move the dog to your lap. “She is. I have everything set up already. She just needs a name.” “Peach.” Vi says. As if the puppy knew she let out a little bark. “Alright, peach it is.”
Rafe tells you how he went to the shelter and found her in one of the cages. Peach is just eight months old, practically a baby. The more you find out the more you fall in love. When she falls asleep she lets out these cute little snores. It only makes her look cuter. The excitement of a dog was the signal that said the party was over. Everyone was grabbing their things and saying goodbye.
Theo and Delia were one of the last to leave. There’s a sort of energy around THeo as he stands by the door. You can see that Delia is talking to him but he’s not listening. He is too busy staring at you and Rafe pretending to be a family with Vi. It pisses him off that for a while he’s been trying to get Violet to call him dad and she wont. Just for her to call a random man daddy in front of so many people. It’s embarrassing and now he knows why you invited him.
You make your way over to them to see them out. “Thank you again for coming. Have a safe drive back.” You offer as you open the door. Theo stares down at you in disgust. “Are you happy now that you’ve made a fool of me? You are just so insufferable that you had to take jabs at me at our daughter's birthday.” Delia’s eyes widen a bit and she gives him a look as if to say stop talking. “I can’t wait for you to realize that he’ll leave you too. Enjoy your make believe world while you can.”
Delia and you watch as he walks down the driveway. You stand there shocked at his stupidity. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why he’s been upset recently.” You tell her it’s okay. In reality it is okay because he’s wrong. Rafe isn’t going to leave you because he’s different.Theo can try all he wants but he’s not going to get in your head and make you doubt Rafe.
“Don’t apologize for him. He’s not sorry but it’s okay.” She looks at you for a moment and just nods. “It really was a great party. Thank you again for inviting us.” She follows after her fiance leaving you to watch from the doorway. It’s weird to think that you were in her shoes just a few years ago. That even with your warning she is still standing with him. Then you think about how you never once asked for help. Every time he did something you kept quiet out of fear. But that fear isn’t going to stop you now.
You close the door blocking them from your view. Making a promise to yourself that no matter what Theo throws at you, he will not get your daughter.
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Awkward Interviews 2 : Compliments, Chaos, and Charles
Chapter 5 : Part 2
(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )
racing hearts
The PR Stunt – A Game of Secrets
Mark and Charles were once again seated side by side for a Ferrari PR event. This time, the concept was simple: share one thing fans don’t know about their teammate. Easy enough—right? Wrong.
The journalist directed the first question to Mark, who leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, wearing a mischievous grin. He seemed ready to deliver something lighthearted yet flattering.
“Mark, what’s one thing about Charles that fans wouldn’t know?” the journalist asked.
Mark tapped his chin in mock thoughtfulness. “Hmmm… oh, I got it! He’s multitalented. Surfing, racing—you name any sport, and he can ace it. The guy’s a living highlight reel.”
Charles flashed a modest smile, nodding his thanks. “Not bad,” he murmured, though his tone carried a playful edge.
The journalist turned to Charles, clearly intrigued. “And you, Charles? What’s something about Mark?”
Charles' smirk grew devilish. He was already scheming. “Something the fans don’t know, huh? Oh, I have the perfect one.”
Mark raised an eyebrow, curious but cautious.
Charles began, “Mark loves ice cream with all his life.”
The journalist chuckled, clearly unimpressed. “We all know that, Charles.”
“Right, right.” Charles waved his hand dismissively, as if setting up the punchline. “Here’s a great one, then. Mark can accidentally flirt with anyone, but…”
“But…?” the journalist prompted, leaning forward.
Charles let the suspense linger, the glint of mischief in his eye. “…but he can’t take a compliment or flirt back to save his life.”
The journalist blinked in confusion. “Why? Is he insecure?”
Charles shook his head, laughing. “No, he’s just an airhead. If someone flirts with him or even compliments him, his mind goes completely blank. Watch this.”
Turning to Mark, Charles called him over. “Hey, Mark!”
Mark looked up from inspecting his microphone, immediately alert. “Yeah?”
Charles leaned in, his expression oozing faux charm. “I’m not a photographer,” he said, voice low and teasing, “but I can picture you and me together.”
Mark blinked, tilting his head. “Uh, yeah, we’re standing next to each other right now?”
Charles turned back to the journalist, arms wide in exasperation. “See?”
The entire room burst into laughter, and Mark, still clueless, frowned. “What did I miss?”
Another Interview – Three Words and a French Faux Pass
At another PR stop, the drivers were given a seemingly simple task: describe their teammate in three words.
The journalist looked at Charles first. “Three words to describe Mark?”
Charles took a moment, his finger tapping his lip in thought. “Charismatic, annoying, and… random.”
Mark scoffed in mock offense. “I’m not random!”
Charles arched an eyebrow. “Few days ago you out of blue told me a horse normally has more than one horsepower.”
“Well, its true,” Mark muttered defensively.
The journalist suppressed a laugh, turning the question to Mark. “Okay, Mark, your turn. Three words to describe Charles.”
Mark grinned. “Hmm… focused, funny, and… French.”
Charles froze. His jaw dropped slightly as the words sunk in. “French? Did you just call me French?”
“Yeah,” Mark replied, nonchalant. “It’s a compliment. French people are...uhm.... cool.”
“I’m Monegasque!” Charles shot back, his tone offended but tinged with humor.
Mark shrugged. “Same difference.”
Charles groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, but before he could retort, Mark interjected with a smirk. “I’d add a fourth F, by the way—freakin’ hot—but I was only allowed to say three.”
The room went still for a beat before the journalist awkwardly cleared their throat. “Uh… Mark, why do you think Charles is, um, hot?”
Mark, oblivious to the blush spreading across Charles’ face, answered matter-of-factly, “Oh, because he’s short-tempered and gets annoyed really easily. When he gets mad, his face gets all red and… hot.”
The room collectively let out an “Oooohhh” of understanding, and Charles groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “Mark, you’re impossible.”
Mark just smiled, clearly pleased with himself.
Fan Reactions on Social Media
As expected, fans took these moments and ran with them.
@F1Gossip_Guru: “Mark calling Charles French instead of Monegasque has me SCREAMING. Charles is one small French fry away from losing it. 😂 #PRFails”
@LapLaughs: “The way Mark genuinely thought calling Charles ‘freakin’ hot’ was a normal thing to do… AND THEN explained it by saying Charles gets mad a lot. 🤣 #HotHeadCharles”
@Formula1_Memes: Mark: “Charles is hot.” Charles: (Internally combusts) The rest of us: 👀 #MarkTheMenace
@RedFlagHumor: GIF of Charles blushing furiously. Caption: "Charles after Mark calls him ‘hot’ because he’s an angry Frenchman. #MonegasqueNotFrench”
@F1_Dorks: “Charles trying to flirt with Mark: 🧑🏻🤝🧑🏻 Mark’s brain: 🧱 Charles: ‘See? I told you.’ 😂”
The PR events may have been intended to showcase camaraderie, but all they really proved was how effortlessly Mark could leave Charles flustered—and how entertained the fans were because of it. Charles might have been the one trying to outwit Mark, but when it came to accidental chaos, Mark was always the reigning champion.
(Dividers by @omi-resources)
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Congratulations on the 100k likes!🩵 And happy new year!
Can I ask for 65 with Solomon?
Really love your writing, keep up!
Thank you so much!! ;//u//;
Solomon + 65 | "Rain" - Unprocessed
He shouldn't want this. He shouldn't want you.
For centuries, Solomon has led a rather solitary life. Being the most renowned sorcerer throughout history was a rather isolating existence, one that had garnered him a great level of notoriety in some circles. The Sorcerer's Society begrudgingly worked with him (after having once thrown him out completely), the witches preferred to stay acquaintances and business partners, and the demons … well, most of his demons didn't particularly care for him, for obvious reasons.
He's done more than his fair share of unsavory deeds in his quest for power, in his mission to show that humans could hold their own against angels and demons alike. He had not meant to become immortal, but what better way to utilize his eternal life than to safeguard the human realm in a way only he could? It was a burden he ultimately placed on himself, one that Solomon believed only he was able to carry. So he must do it alone.
Then you arrived.
It happened so quickly, a whirlwind of events that led you to becoming his apprentice — his first apprentice in a very, very long time. You started to spend great lengths of time together, filled with laughs and debates and companionship. He's not sure when exactly it was that you had wormed so deeply into his heart that now it ached anytime you were no longer near.
Solomon watches you now from a distance. The town is bustling on this rainy evening, and he can see you perfectly framed by one of Cafe Lament's windows. The candles and lights surrounding you awash you in a captivating halo-like glow, making you feel even further from his reach. With a wry chuckle, he turns away.
"Solomon!"
He hadn't made it very far before he hears your voice, his heart skipping a beat. He musters his usual smile as he turns towards you, but is caught by surprise as you throw your arms around him.
"Where have you been? I swear it's been so hard to get a hold of you lately." You squeeze him for a moment before pulling back to examine his face. "Is everything okay?"
"Ah, yes, just … been busy with some research projects, that's all." Solomon finds himself wanting to sink into your embrace, his conflicting emotions battling in his chest. No, he shouldn't want this. You deserved better than him.
"Is that all?" You question, eyes narrowing. "Something is on your mind, I can tell."
You had become awfully good at reading him, despite his constant attempts to hide behind his well-crafted mask. But how could he tell you? That he had become dependent on your warmth? That you were too good for him? That he was scared of losing you one day whether to his secrets or to your mortal life, leaving him all alone again?
"It's nothing, really. Just tired." His hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away droplets of water on your skin from the light rain. "Sorry if I made you worry."
"Hm." You don't seem entirely convinced, but to his relief, you accept it. "Well then, guess I'll just have to help you get some rest."
Before he can answer, your lips find his in a slow, languid kiss. He sighs into it, his arms coming to hold you close as he gives in. As the world fades away, so do his concerns — right now, all he wants is to feel you in his arms and pretend like you were the only two humans left in the universe. In this moment, at least, he'd allow himself this selfishness.
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I love sanctuary au, so maybe if this request is okay something sweet with riddle trying to comfort caretaker after their hands and body shakes from lack of nicotine
Riddle 19
Summary: While experiencing the worst of your nicotine withdrawals, you attend a tea party Riddle's having.
(Tis slow, but I thiiiink I'm starting to shed off the rust off my writing. It's been pretty bad. Hate how stiff my writing's been lately. I need to read more. Also I'll probably be just putting the drabbles in the ask directly just so I don't flood my tumblr blog with more posts. I want it clean-ish.)
You knew this would be a bitch of a habit to break. Throwing away the pack was just about the easiest thing you could do, especially when you had a promise to keep to just about everyone here, but that's about the end of it. Two days have passed, and you wanted nothing more than to dig your nails into your skin just to cast off this growing irritation.
However, as much as you wanted to wallow in bed surrounded by snacks, you did agree to have tea with Riddle.
And now here you are, suffering under the light of the afternoon sun. The little rosebush hedgehogs Riddle made are cute at least, but man are they sharp.
Your tea cup shakily clinked and no matter how you concentrated, no matter how hard you clenched your jaw and stiffened your shoulders, your body craved for another drag. What was once a simple itch became a full body craving, and now you can't stop yourself from shaking, your nerves screaming in frustrated impatience. You can't even keep your legs still.
Tea. You're supposed to be having a nice spot of tea, relaxing and enjoying yourself. Just get your hands still and drink from the cup before you make a fool of yourself and spill it everywhere.
"--and although the painting was subpar, Ace and Deuce did manage to paint all of the white roses red… Caretaker, are you listening?"
You didn't mean to slam down your cup, but that's what ended up happening anyway. Tea sloshed out of the cup and overflowed your saucer. Great, just great, a stain on this nice tablecloth.
"Sorry, I'm just… just hungry." Hungry, plagued by cravings and stalked by a headache just waiting to bite down on your gray matter. Among other things, like your shitty sleep schedule.
You let go and snatched a clean napkin. Furiously, you wiped your hands. Maybe if you scrubbed hard enough, irritate your skin enough, your mind can finally focus and stop wandering back to the store for your next pack of cigs.
Before you could rub your stinging hands raw, a thin root snatched the napkin right out of your hand, and snuggled a delicate rose bud between your fingers, free of thorns.
Riddle didn't turn to you, his sight off to the distance, as if to give you privacy. "Here."
"Huh." The small little thing blossomed into a rose with sparkling pop. Your nose itched but managed to stop yourself from sneezing.
"It's indestructible, no matter how you handle it, it won't rip or tear. As much as I want to, seeing as I'm also suffering from a similar ailment, I can't make anything you can consume. So, this is the most I can do." Riddle sighed, the slightest bit of frustration leaking out, but not enough to be concerning for you.
Right, right. Well, at least the vibrancy of his red petal body has returned. He looked more graceful than ever, but the fragile and brittle edges of his fingers don't escape your notice. And neither do the dull coloring within the joints of his body.
But you don't point them out, especially not when you're worse for wear. Time will pass and this will, hopefully, resolve itself. You just have to endure it.
"…thanks." The petals were rubbery. You squeezed as tightly as you could, popping the dewy beads within. The scent they released was nice. Helped with your head a little.
"You're welcome." Riddle closed his eyes, "Can you finish your tea? Otherwise I'll have to punish you according to the rules."
"Have you taken your nutrition drink yet, Riddle? Otherwise, I'll have to force you to take it."
"…I suppose I can't punish you if I don't see your crime."
"Good Roseling."
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Golden Globes ‘25 - win, hard launch, speech: some thoughts
So many things to say. Let’s start from the main event:
He finally won his first major award in Hollywood after winning his first important award last year. Awards are not just about acting, they are also about status, power and how good you are at promoting yourself. This is mainly why, ‘till they interviewed him before the ceremony (that gave me the feeling he was going to win lmao), i thought they had the insane idea to give it to Hugh Grant (or Glen Powell). Why losing the occasion to award someone iconic as Hugh? Thanks god they didn’t.
Sebastian’s performance was ABOVE the other 5. I hope the self proclaimed fans that think he is not good enough to be part of those 6 and that A24 bought his award, one day will understand that. Or, if they don’t, will leave the fandom and take their negativity and bullshits with them. Sebastian absolutely deserves his two awards for ADM, and we don’t like seeing your comments about how the movie is “boring”, ��not well made”, “with too much screen time dedicated to Adam”. Shame on you.
He took this occasion to formally announce his relationship with Annabelle. It’s just a formality really, because wbk, literally lol. Nice to see it tho. Also because they looked amazing. Now, we know how he is: private, shy and work-focused. Exactly because of that, if you have been following him for a while, what happened yesterday should not have surprised you too much. Being an “old” fan or at least having seen/heard interviews/comments/etc made by him in the past should have made you realise two things mainly: 1) he changed (and matured) a lot after (i would personally assume) the death of his father + turning 40 + having more career opportunities, i have been saying this for at least 2 yrs!; 2) he knows he is there receiving that award thanks not only to himself but also to the people of his circle/family. He literally told us how important Annabelle has been during the time he filmed TA, especially: he admitted being selfish and sacrificing the time he could have spent with his loved ones to study and practice for that role. Not every partner would have tolerated that. She did. And she supported both movies since day one. We call it support, someone call it baiting. He evidently agrees with us.
So, don’t act too surprised (a bit it’s okay lol) if he brings one of the most important person of his life and the only person he loves (in *that* sense) with him, pose with her and publicly declare his love in front of everyone in his speech. A great one btw.
She deserves to be recognised but i am sure she doesn’t pretend to be.
Now some new year wishes, that as every new year wishes are too pretentious and too out of reach: i wish some people would stop pretending to be his fans, i wish they would leave the fandom and find help or at least a new hobby, i wish the accuse of not being enough, to have sold his soul to evil CAA, to be forced to act in a certain way would stop immediately, i wish ANY negative comments about Annabelle would stop immediately, especially the ones about her age, her body and her reproductive system 👍🏼
I wish many other days a joyful as last night was.
Cheers 🥂
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An Angel All My Own P-4
Simon Riley x reader
Cw: fluff
You were having such pleasant dreams when you're slowly awoken. You can distantly hear your alarm going off and you're not entirely sure you're fully awake. Your alarm is usually much louder. You drag your eyes open and see a faint greyish pink hue peeking through the window. It was time to get up. But a warm heavy weight kept you planted in place. It was nice, you didn't want to get up. But something was off about all of this. The wallpaper was different. Your alarm was still going off in the distance. And that heavy weight around your mid section wasn't usually there. Now you're wide awake.
Last night's events come rushing back as you start to gently unravel yourself from the sleeping giant. You don't want to wake him. He had a rough night and deserved the rest. You pull your leg off his, flinching as he grunts in his sleep. Slowly, you begin to lift his arm off of you. So close... Almost there...
Ghost pulls his arm back down, tucking you into his chest. "Just a little longer," he rasps, voice heavy from sleep. It sends shivers down your spine. "Ghost, I have to...," you start.
"Simon"
"Huh?"
"My name's Simon," he repeats.
"Simon, I have to get up. I have things to get done around the property today," you explain, trying to wriggle free. He grunts and pulls you closer. You huff a little. This man was exasperating. And exhausting. He shows up unexpectedly, wakes you up in the middle of the night, and now he won't let you get up. Although, it is quite warm in his arms. And you are still tired. And you do have all day to get things done. The chickens would be okay if you let them out an hour later than normal. Without your permission, your eyes begin to close.
When you wake up again, Simon isn't in bed anymore. Your alarm has stopped going off and something smells faintly like burning. You pull yourself from bed. There's a few cracks and pops as you stretch. Sleeping like a shrimp had its down sides. You pad out into the hallway and look into the kitchen. Simon is standing over a smoky pan, looking slightly panicked. You make your way over to him.
"Everything okay?," you ask, smiling.
"Doing great. The recipe calls for a slight char," Simon quips.
"On the eggs?"
"They look alright to me."
"I like that you talk funny."
Simon raises a brow at you. "I mean I like your accent, makes everything sound so serious," you smirk.
"You have an accent too, ya know?," he grins at you. The corners of his mouth pull up, stretching his scars. He was quite beautiful like this.
"I do not," you say, pulling yourself from your trance. He had a way of doing that. Putting you in a trance, simply caught admiring him.
"Do too. You're slightly southern."
You open your mouth to argue before settling into a pout. He had a point. You probably did have an accent, not that you really noticed unless you left the states. Simon barked out a laugh. It was deep and rumbling, reminiscent of a summer thunderstorm. The sound echoed in your chest. It was nice. You couldn't help but laugh a little too.
"Alright, you better those eggs out before they're coal," you laugh, grabbing plates from the cupboard. Simon begins plating breakfast and the two of you make your way to the dining room. "Thank you for breakfast, Simon. You really didn't have to," you say.
"It was the least I could do. Besides helping you out with your chores today. This is quite a bit of property you have, I imagined you have a hard day ahead of you. I'd like to offer my help," he replies, taking a bite of his toast.
"That really isn't necessary. I'm sure you have better things to do."
"Perhaps I gave the wrong impression with my previous statement. I am helping you today. What things did you have planned, love?," Simon deadpans. He doesn't even look up at you, just takes a swallow of his tea. It kind of annoys you how easily he takes charge of the place. It annoys you how easily you let him. It annoys you how easily you could get used to this. It felt natural with him here. As natural as it could be for only having met him once prior.
"I need to let the chickens out, feed the sheep and Helhest, pick up lumber for the fence, and start putting posts in," you list.
Simon nods. "Well, let's finish breakfast and get to work," he says, taking another bite of toast. This man really doesn't know how to take a break, huh? Just came back from an op and he's already finding something else to work on. You sigh and shovel in a bite of eggs. It's going to be a long day.
After breakfast, you run upstairs to get dressed and ready for the day. You glance at the alarm clock. It had been going off earlier and won't shut off unless someone turns it off. Simon must have come in here. It was a little irritating, a small invasion of privacy. But nothing seemed out of place so you quickly brush it off. You pull on some fresh clothes and brush your hair. You brush your teeth, deciding to throw on a little makeup too. Grabbing your phone, you head back downstairs. You send a quick text to Price on the way.
You could have told me you were sending Ghost over for the night. He nearly gave me a heart attack when he knocked lol
You slip your phone into your pocket and look up. Simon is sitting in the living, flipping through a book. He glances up as you enter the room.
"Ready to go?," he asks.
"Yeah, let's go."
The two of you make your way outside and out back to the barn. You stop by the chicken coop to let them out and sprinkle some food for them. Simon doesn't even flinch as the flock of chickens swarms his feet. You chuckle a little. He was always so serious. It was hard to be serious surrounded by chickens. You applauded his effort.
"You mentioned feeding Helhest. Who is Helhest?," Simon asks. You smile even bigger.
"You'll see," you grin slyly.
You guide Simon down to the barn and open the main door. A loud whiny comes from inside.
"Good morning, Helhest. I'm sorry I'm late," you call. You walk over to one of the stalls and open it, beckoning Simon to follow you. Inside the stall stands a large black horse. He raised his head at Simon, studying him closely.
"This is Helhest. Named after the horse of the Norse goddess of death. He's a shire horse, standing at 182 centimeters at the shoulder. Or almost six feet if you're not British," you tease. The horse towered over Simon, something Simon wasn't really used to. The two of them stood there, inspecting each other warliy until Helhest relented.
"You wanna ride him?," you offer. Simon glances at you before looking back at the horse. He shakes his head.
"Better not. Perhaps another time," he says. You smile at the two of them. They went so well together. Like Death and his noble steed.
"Well I'll go get his food," you tell Simon. He nods as you move you past him. You head to the back of the barn to start getting hay when your phone buzzes.
What do you mean, love? I didn't say anything to Ghost
Now this was interesting. And a little suspicious. If Price hadn't said anything to Ghost about staying with you why was he here? You shoot back a reply.
Well he has been a gentleman. He made me breakfast this morning
To your surprise another comes back instantly
Not too much of a gentleman I hope
You smile a little to yourself
Eww no. Don't be weird
You slip your phone back in your pocket and finish gathering Helhest's breakfast. You take it back to his stall and put it in his bin. Helhest walks over and inspects the hay before pulling it all out of the bucket. You huff at him a little. From the corner of your eye, you see Simon smile at you.
"You ready to go get those fencing supplies or is there more to do around here?," Simon asks.
"I think I'm ready, just let me open his other door," you call over your shoulder. You hurry to the large stable door and pull it open before turning back to Simon. "Now I'm ready."
A small smile pulls at Ghost's lips. He waves his hand in beckoning motion and begins making his way out of the barn. "We'll take my truck, more room," he states, matter-of-factly.
You smile and hurry to keep up with his long strides. He sure knew how to get a job done. You'll keep the fact that you have a work truck to yourself. You doubt he'd change his plans anyway.
(sorry this chapter ended so abruptly. I wasn't sure how to finish it)
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hii its 🐙anon!! ive come to make another request if thats okay :3
sirius black with a s/o whos hands are always cold? this is during winter time and no matter how warm the room is their hands are always so pale and cold
tysm if u write this have a great day!
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sirius black/gn!reader
thank u so much for ur request, i apologise that it’s taken a while, and that it’s not very long, and kinda not really what the req asked for.. but this is what i came up with 🫶🏻 (550 words)
caution. nothing idt, just really fluffy, kinda whimsy!reader(?) luna lovegood/helaena targaryen personality vibes (that’s what i was going for atleast lol)
LIBRARIES often call for a capacity for solitude. There is a warmth in silence, a beauty unmatched by all. The library in Hogwarts was no different, but you’d speculate the addition of magic helps restore it to a proper scene.
Often, you find yourself there on an early Saturday morning, as that’s when it’s mostly empty, spare a few first-years. Most of the students are busy with sleeping in or spending the day at Hogsmeade, so you don’t have to worry about anyone interrupting your studies.
Today, though, you are accompanied by a resolute presence.
Sirius Black had come up to you after Potions yesterday (or read: was shoved by his friends), asking if you’d be able to help him out with subject revision for the upcoming exams.
You agreed, of course; the way he was stumbling over his own feet and blushing red in the face made you pity the usually sly marauder. He must be really nervous about exam season, you thought; you’d feel terrible if he were to fail, especially when you could easily help him out.
Sirius seemed to be taken aback by the response; he must’ve assumed you would say no. His friends, James and Peter, laughed covertly as they watched Sirius stutter. Remus had stood off to the side like always, a knowing expression on his scarred face.
That brings you to now, studying in the school library with Sirius Black on a Saturday morning.
His silver eyes are trained on his parchments, a tremor in his hand as he glides the ink-filled pen nib across the page. It was the History of Magic he needed help with most. Fortunately, that was the subject you excelled in.
The histories were something you held close, even closer than your owl. During the after-class period of the day, you would most likely be found with an ancient volume of some classic tale in your grasp.
On the odd occasion, Professor Slughorn gave you recommendations of novels to read; he was always very grateful to see that students still held an appreciation for the older tools of education.
A faint, repetitive noise pulls you from your sweet memories; Sirius has halted his writing and is now drumming his quill against the oak table. There is a furrow in his brow, from where you can see. He must be stuck on something. You tilt your head to gauge what exactly it is. That idea falls short as his hair seems to block where he had finished writing.
Without thinking, you graze your hand against his curls, attempting to push them past his ear to see his paper. His hair is soft under your touch, something akin to a fresh-washed coat of a pup.
Sirius flinches back at your touch, dropping his quill as he does so. He looks at you with a shocked expression, and all you can do is mirror it. The flush from yesterday returns to his pale cheeks, and you're more than tempted to cup his face to relish in the heat.
He gives you an accusatory squint, like you’ve just done something irreversible to him. In response, you tilt your head, waiting for the inevitable reaction. How odd.
Sirius licks at his top lip, wetting it with a subtle shine.
“Your hands—they’re really cold.”
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