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Happily Ever After

(Continuation to this, I'd suggest reading that first!)

Pairing: Actor!Joaquin Torres x Fem!Actress!Reader

Summary: This is a collection of all the moments you have shared with your co-star, turned best friend, turned boyfriend, Joaquin.

Warnings: This is completely inspired by tom and zendaya and their moments from the nwh press tour, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of panic attacks, mobs, paps being insane, and wanting children, reader is mentioned to be shorter than joaquin, completely inspired by tz.

AN: i am so EXCITED for this. These two + tz are my favourite babies🥹 (pretend the gif is joaquin and reader)

It has been a whole year since that magical confession was shared between you and Joaquin and both of you weren't shy to admit that this past year has been the best year of your lives.

Both of you had mutually decided to keep it private for at least a year. Although, you were sure everyone already knew, but it was fun to pretend like nothing happened. You and Joaquin surely enjoyed it too much.

This past year had made you realise that if you thought Joaquin was an amazing friend, he was an even better (and clingier) boyfriend. He was so attentive and respectful, always cheering you on whatever projects you did- like he was your personal hype man. He was this close to posting your photos all over his room as he considered himself to be your biggest fan. When he did stuff like this, all you wanted to do was squish his pretty little face in your hands and never let him go. He was obsessed with you, but in a positive way- always going out of his way to talk about you and uplift you. The urge to giggle nonstop around him was so strong because he made you feel like a princess.

Joaquin was over the moon. It was like he had permanent puppy dog eyes and heart eyes around you. He would look at you like you saved him, his brown eyes shining with love and everyone clearly noticed that. All he wanted to do was hold you close and never let go, making up for lost time. He had a folder full of your photos on his phone, a polaroid of you two behind his phone case, your picture in his wallet, your scarf lying around his closet, hair ties around his wrist, and an extra bottle of your perfume and shampoo to use whenever you'd be away from from for longer periods of time. The shift in his mood would be immediate--he'd get cranky and irritable, especially if he didn't get to talk to you if the two of you were busy. And when you came back? He'd make sure you wouldn't lift even a finger.

A year ago when you two returned to the party, hand-in-hand and clinging to each other, Sam and Bucky were this close to screaming and running around the venue in happiness. They were so happy for you two that they threw another party the next day and spoiled you. After waiting for a month, you decided to tell your families and they weren't surprised but they were over the moon. Joaquin's abuela had started calling you her daughter-in-law and that made you blush like crazy because Joaquin made no efforts to correct her.

After a year of not getting a chance to work together, you and Joaquin finally got cast in the same movie. It was for a superhero franchise and you were cast as his love interest. It was personal this time around because you two were actually dating. Nobody knew about your relationship yet, but they weren't phased with your closeness because you and Joaquin were always like that. This was just another Tuesday for your colleagues and fans.

The filming was fun, and nerve wracking, at the same time because you had to take extra measures to sneak into his room and vice versa or be careful if you wanted to hang out together but your teams made sure that the two of you were protected and kept their mouths sealed. The two of you made sure to post normal pictures and silly videos to make sure the fans don't think something's up.

The best part of the filming was that you and Joaquin could enjoy a mini vacation on the side as the location for filming was Europe. The two of you had romantic dates, went on sight seeing and museums visits together and clicked millions of pictures. Joaquin's skin was tinted in that lovely shade of pink because of the weather and you were soaking in every moment of it. He looked so beautiful with his curls-loose and messy because of the heat, the loose linen shirts, his pretty moles and golden jewelry shining in the warm European sun, that it made you want to trap him in your arms forever.

Joaquin wasn't any better, trailing behind you like a lovesick fool, holding your bags, helping you put on sunscreen, taking pictures of you at every turn, admiring you in those pretty summer dresses and your skin shining in the sun. His favorite part were the museum and monument visits because you were a history nerd and you would talk about it so passionately that he'd simply stand next you and look at your intellectual explanations and excited hand gestures fondly.

Much to both of your dismay and happiness, the movie was finished and will be releasing soon, which meant that you two had to go on a press tour for it. Now, this was a time where you wished you had a leash for Joaquin because he was not subtle. Not that you weren't any better but him...he'd take every opportunity to touch you and lean into you or flirt with you and everyone around you would just laugh--your costars included. And it just so happened that Sam and Bucky, both, were your costars in this movie. If they weren't insufferable enough on set, then they were going to be ten times worse during the press tour.

The interviewer was talking about something on the screen, it was a hybrid interview--as in you all were on set and they interviewer was in a different place so they had to video call. Sam and Bucky were sitting to your left off camera and Joaquin was answering something on your right.

He was wearing a white fleece with black trousers, the color making his cheeks look pink. His hair was gelled back neatly and his skin was glowing. As he was talking, you couldn't help but notice a hair by the bridge of his nose. You leaned in closer and gently brought your hand by his nose, "Wait- there's-", Joaquin paused and stilled his movements, his mouth stretching open in an attempt to stretch his face to help you and you slowly removed the hair before assessing his face, "Yeah, okay. It was a tiny hair, sorry", you said quietly.

Joaquin turned to look at you and said, "Thank you", in a soft tone, his eyes taking you in. You just gave him a bashful smile and turned back to face the camera, noticing Sam and Bucky snickering amongst themselves on the sidelines from the corner of your eye.

As soon as this clip was released, it went viral and everyone wouldn't stop talking about the way he looked at you and the blush on your cheeks.

"So, there's a moment in the trailer where (Name), you, fall off a ledge and-"

Joaquin brought his hands in front of him and made a gesture of the hands not meeting together, "Nooo! Pretty heartbreaking, honestly", he said in a light voice while pouting. You laughed and nudged him before doing the same with your hands. Then, you two looked at each other and giggled like two kids who were up to no good.

Sam was sitting next to Joaquin and Bucky next to you and they just shook their heads at your antics. "My god, what are we? chopped liver? You two want some space?", Sam quipped and Bucky grimaced dramatically, the interviewer and the crew laughed.

You and Joaquin separated, your cheeks warm and nervous chuckles leaving your mouths. You looked at Sam and narrowed your eyes at him, conveying that you were going to get his ass after this. Sam threw a smirk in your direction before looking back at the interviewer and you elbowed Bucky in his ribs, which got an 'oof' out of him. Joaquin was just cheesing at you.

The next stop for the press tour was London and this time it was only you and Joaquin while Sam and Bucky toured the rest of the USA. You both were making an appearance on the Graham Norton Show today and honestly, you were pretty excited because you thought he was very funny. Joaquin was wearing a dark blue suit with a black shirt inside and you were wearing a green suit with a purple shirt.

"Joaquin, I heard that you were having a lot of difficulties with your suit. Would you like share about that experience?", Graham asked Joaquin.

"Oh man, it was so difficult. Especially 'cus we...we filmed in the European summer, right? After a point I felt like I was gonna pass out because it was so--constricting. Couldn't drink water properly or go to the washroom, in fact, (Name) was more worried about me than I was, so I'm glad she was there because she'd remind me to stay hydrated", Joaquin answered with a smile. The audience cheered at that.

"How could I not?! I was so worried he was going to--I don't know, throw up or choke! His whole mouth would be covered and he had to drink from those eye holes in the mask-- it was scary! And everybody was too casual about it, including him, like hello? Why aren't we worrying about him choking with that thing blocking his nose and mouth?!", you explained and your hands gestured stressfully around your face, eyes wide as saucers.

Apparently that was funny and the whole studio burst out in laughter, including your dumbass boyfriend. You looked at him and pushed him lightly, your face showing surprise and genuine stress for his predicament. Joaquin kept laughing and held your hand in his, squeezing it to comfort you.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you! Everyone should have a costar like you, (Name)”, Graham teased you, like he knew something was up between the two of you. You let out a chuckle and shook your head, rubbing your thumb across Joaquin’s bicep and bringing it back in your lap.

After returning back to the hotel, Joaquin kissed you stupid, not letting you go and attacking you in kisses because you were “too fuckin’ cute.”

A few days prior to the premiere, you were staying at Joaquin’s house to help his family with his sister’s birthday party. Joaquin had told you that you didn��t need to do all that but you shut him up by saying you wanted to (his chest soared with love because you were so kind and helpful and considered his family as your own.) You had forgotten to get her gift from your house and you had to buy some groceries from the market for the lunch, so you were going back to get it when Joaquin offered to drive you there. You reassured him that you’d be fine but him and his mom would have none of it, so he whisked you off to his car.

While the car was stopped at a red light, you listed off the things that you needed to help out with today and Joaquin just looked at you with a dopey look on his face, a wide smile plastered on, the whole time.

“Okay, your mom asked us to get some spices from the market and, uhh- I also noticed we were out of lemons so we need that for the pie and…ooh, we should get some chocolate and raspberries, I was telling your mom about—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Joaquin gently held your chin in his hand and brought you closer to kiss your lips lovingly. You squealed and held his wrist in your hand before he pulled back and smiled at you, his thumb caressing your chin softly. You stared at him with wide eyes and let out a series of giggles.

“Quino, what-”, you couldn’t finish the sentence as he just leaned in and pressed a series of kisses to your lips and the corner of your mouth. You burst out giggling and pressed your hands to his chest, pushing him away slightly.

“Baby, what’s all this?”, you asked him in between laughing.

“You’re so cute. And so pretty. And so sweet. Can’t I love on my girl?”, he said cheekily and pulled back to cradle your face in his hand.

You scrunched your nose at him, “Shut up, you’re so cheesy”, and pinched his nose lightly. Joaquin gave you his famous wrinkly eyed laugh and brought you closer to kiss your cheek before turning back towards the steering wheel.

What you two didn’t notice, was the lone camera lurking nearby, snapping pictures of your sweet moment.

You two were caught between wanting to die or cry and wanting to laugh or joke. Because the first thing you two woke up to on the next morning of his sister’s birthday party, were your phones going off like crazy. You grumbled and Joaquin told you to go back to sleep and silenced your phone before he picked up his.

“Hello?”, he groggily answered. You snuggled closer to him and he smoothed a hand across your back.

“What?!”, he suddenly screamed and you jumped, pulling back to look at him in question, bleary eyes trying to focus on him.

“Yeah. Uh-Okay, okay”, he quickly ended the call and propped himself up against the headboard.

“Joaquin, what’s going on?”, you asked him in concern. He looked stressed out.

“Wait..”, he said absentmindedly and frantically opened his Twitter app. And the first thing he saw on his timeline was a picture of you and him, kissing in the car from yesterday. He saw many tweets on his timeline that looked like this:

I fucking KNEWWWW IT!!! YALL LOOK:

what did I say. What did I say. I was in the trenches defending myself omg they’re fr dating.

Joaquin Torres and (Name) CONFIRM their relationship!

All those edits fr came real ..who knows they might have been actually dating all this time MY GOD

These two are so cute omg.

“Oh my god-”, Joaquin panicked while clutching his phone.

You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up, taking his phone and watching it for yourself. The photos were all over the timeline. Everyone was talking about it. You froze, didn’t even move after Joaquin shook you lightly.

“Fuck”, you breathed out.

“I know. I’m so sorry, angel-” “Quino, why are you sorry? We’re allowed to do whatever we want to in our own car. It’s the person’s fault for stalking us like that”, you cupped his chin in your hand.

Joaquin’s eyes were sad and apologetic, like this was his fault. He knew you wanted to keep it private for sometime and berated himself for being so stupid to kiss you in front of the whole world like that.

“But-” “Joaquin, no. Let’s have a meeting with our teams and we’ll figure something out, okay? And if you’re alright with it…I wouldn’t mind telling everyone now”, you soothed him with one hand buried in his curls.

He snapped his head up to look at you in shock, “Really? You sure? We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, baby.”

You gave him a fond smile and leaned against his chest, hands flat against it and supporting your head up. His arms came around your waist automatically, like a magnet.

“People have been guessing about it for years, anyways. And I’d love to show off my beautiful boyfriend”, you winked at him and he laughed gleefully.

“Shut up”, he squeezed your waist lightly. You giggled and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“I hate that they’re just posting these pictures like that…is it so difficult to maintain our privacy?”, Joaquin grumbled, his face twisted in annoyance. You gave him an understanding look.

“Yeah, I know, baby. We’ll handle that, hm? Let’s call up our managers and arrange a meeting right away”, you consoled him. He hummed and kissed your forehead in response.

The meeting went well. You and Joaquin put forward your points and rules about how you’re going to handle this and the guidelines for the paparazzi/interviewers. It was decided that you won’t deny your relationship but nobody would ask you questions or secretly click your pictures unless you two allow it. Joaquin was a bit more firm about the paparazzi rules, worried about your safety and wanting to protect you.

After laying down all the rules and signing some papers, you were relieved and free to go to the premiere.

Joaquin reached the red carpet before you, wearing a beautiful maroon suit with his glasses and he was giving interviews while waiting for you. Both of you had decided that you’d arrive on the red carpets separately, wanting to give each other space to enjoy your own moment but Joaquin being Joaquin, spent the whole time talking about you and missing you. Not that you weren’t doing any better back in your room but he was a little bit extra.

“Joaquin, welcome to the red carpet, how are you feeling tonight?”, the interviewer asked him.

Joaquin grinned, “Oh, it’s amazing. I feel good, the energy is electric, I can see all the fans waving and callin’ out for me- I’m really excited”, he gushed. He was practically bouncing off the walls with his excitement, this was nourishment for his extroverted self. “And I get to share this with my most favourite people in the whole world so, yeah”, he added cheekily.

The interviewer smiled knowingly, “And who are these people, Joaquin?”

Joaquin opened his mouth to answer before he heard cheers next to him. He snapped his head towards the sound and went on his tip toes to find out what the commotion was about. He knew already, it was you- he called you the people’s princess because of how much everyone loved you.

“What’s happening, can you see? I bet it’s (Name)”, the interviewer commented while leaning forward to look for herself.

Joaquin let out a joyful chuckle when he saw your blurry form down the carpet, “Yes, that’s definitely her. Those cheers are an indicator of that”, he replied gleefully, his eyes shining with admiration and love for you.

The interviewer smiled, the camera capturing his smitten reaction but he paid no heed to any of that—his entire body dialled in to your movements. He could see your maroon dress- you wanted to match with him- and the way you were smiling and waving to the crowd, looking every bit of the star that you are, the camera flashes making you sparkle.

You soon made your way over to where he stood, the interview long forgotten, and as soon as you caught his eye, your face shifted in happiness and he flashed you a fond smile before making his way over to hug you.

“Hi, angel”, he murmured quietly in your ear, tugging you close to him with his arms around your waist. You returned the gestured and squealed in happiness, your arms looped around his neck and face pressed against the side of his head.

“Hi, Quino”, you cooed in his ear and he gently swayed your bodies back and forth. You reluctantly pulled back and he kept his hands around your waist to admire your look for today.

“You look so beautiful. Like a princess. And everyone was cheering so loudly for you, baby, you really are a princess”, he compliment you softly, brown eyes taking you in and thumbs gently rubbing your sides.

You blushed, “Shut up, Torres, you’re so cheesy”, your eyes flickering around the space, taking notice of the cameras going crazy around you two.

“We should get back to work, baby. Look at the cameras”, you whispered to him and gently pushed at his chest. Joaquin looked at you with love and affection for a moment longer before turning around and wrapping an arm around your waist, posing for the cameras. You two flashed your best smiles and Joaquin tugged you closer, the flashes going off at that.

You giggled and gently put a hand at the back of his head, thumb caressing his curls carefully and he let out a bashful laugh at that, eyes crinkling at the corners and cheeks reddened. And the photos and videos of the premiere were all over the internet that night.

Are you guys seeing this…..her touching his hair and him going all blushy….god me when???

Oh my god these two aren’t even trying to hide it anymore??? So sick and twisted .

Ur telling me they were matching each other and were all cuddly the whole night and no one batted an eye???? We need to get Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes on the line to spill some tea

Oh my god did y’all see this video of Joaquin forgetting about the interview to look at (Name) entering the venue?/!/!/ ME AND WHO

You and Joaquin spent the whole night laughing at the tweets and posts about you two and he decided to tease them further by posting a picture of you on the red carpet, waving at the crowd and captioned it “People’s princess 👸” and tagged you in it. Everyone lost their minds at that.

Finally, the press tour was over and the movie was a huge success and you and Joaquin were able to safely dodge any questions about your relationship. It was unbelievable how well the strategy worked, but it did and you were glad. The movie was going to have another part so you and Joaquin would reunite again and everybody was happy with the news.

Meanwhile, you and Joaquin were still strong as ever, the two of you spent your time at each other’s houses and went on vacations or to visit each other on set. As you approached your two year anniversary, Joaquin asked you to move in and you happily agreed, spending most of your time at his place anyways. On the day of the anniversary the two of you decided to publicly announce your relationship on your birthday, which was approaching soon, so Joaquin had decided to he’d make a post about you and that’s it. No grand announcements or anything. Simple and sweet, just like the two of you.

On the day of your birthday though, you were unfortunately away from home to film for another show, and were pretty bummed about it but Joaquin reassured you that it’s okay and that he’ll be coming to visit you soon. For now, he knew how to brighten your day.

He posted a picture of you two on set— both of you in your costumes and lying down on a couch, your arms around a sleeping Joaquin, whose body was completely on top of you, his head on your chest. Your hands cradled his head, hands buried in his curls and another arm holding him around his back. His arms were looped around you, face relaxed and mouth slightly open, your head leaning against his and your eyes closed in content. His caption: @/joaquint: happy birthday my angel, see you soon. te amo.🤍👼 and he tagged you in it.

Right away, his phone blew up like crazy--fans fawning over you two and excited about the announcement. You were in Europe right now so the time zones meant that he had to wait longer for your response but he was excited for it anyways. Both of your peers congratulated you two, his comments sections filled with thousands of congratulatory messages and the ones that stood out, were from Sam and Bucky, of course.

@/samwilson: Ya'll better thank me and @/jbbarnes for this.

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@/jbbarnes: If it wasn't for that night...@/joaquint

@/joaquint: idk what r u two talking about

@/samwilson: Wow. There's a reason why @/youraccountname is our favorite by the way.

@/jbbarnes: Exactly at least she's not ungrateful.

@/joaquint: 🥱

@/fan1: oh?? you guys need to spill the tea..

@/fan2: omg the girls are fightingggg (Name) come get them

@/fan3: 'that night' oh wow i need this story so bad

And 2 hours later, you finally replied to the post--

@/youraccountname: thank you, my quino🥹 i can't wait to see you, te quiero mucho. <3

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@/youraccountname: all three of you stop fighting and ft me now @/samwilson @/jbbarnes @/joaquint

@/joaquint: yes ma'am

@/samwilson: yes ma'am

@/jbbarnes: You have become so bossy...But yes we will.

And the fans went crazy over your interactions with each other again.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, you and Joaquin felt much relieved and stress free to be spotted together. It’s been 4 years since you two started dating and had officially finished filming the sequel for your superhero movie. This meant press tour for you two—except this time, everyone knows that you’re dating and both of you feel much more comfortable to share about your lives together as well.

Living with Joaquin was a blessing. He was a neat guy, he could cook, he’d help with the chores, he’d keep you entertained with his endless chatter and he was very loving and clingy. He loves cooking for you even though his palate is pretty bland. You tried your best to slowly introduce him to spices but his poor system didn’t agree with it. He’d start crying and his face would get red, which scared you so much that you apologised profusely and vowed to never do it again. He was also very good at keeping you productive—he loved the outdoors so he’d encourage you to go on treks and walks with him and also cheered you on for indulging in any of your hobbies. He’d also help you read scripts with him and quell your worries and anxieties over any projects or just in general. Over all, you were happy and glowing and the credit went entirely to Joaquin.

Joaquin was simply happy to breathe the same air as you. His laughs got brighter, there was a pop in his step, he woke up smiling and went to sleep smiling. He was enjoying living with you a lot. If you were both home, he’d try to make your days as fun as possible and if you had to be away from home, he’d keep the house clean for you, stocking up on your favourite snacks or keeping your things organised—for his favourite activity was looking after you and doting on you. He enjoyed the smallest of moments with you—chopping vegetables for dinner, doing the laundry, watching a boring show or movie while you mindlessly talked to each other, grocery shopping— he loved it all. He loved you and everything that came with you.

He was so excited to do another press tour with you, happy to he spending time with his favourite person in the whole world again. But this time you’d do it as a public couple, everyone knew about you two and he could be freely affectionate with you, without coming off as too strong—just the usual of holding hands, staring at you to his heart‘s content, freely complimenting and flirting with you.

Which brings you to the press tour and this time, the two of you—mainly Joaquin—did not hold back on the affection.

You and Joaquin were sitting in front of a screen again, the setting giving you a déjà vu to that interview four years ago, and you were taking turns to read questions off the screen for the other to answer.

It was your turn to ask the next question-

“Okay, Steal from set?”, you turned to look at Joaquin, who was ready with his answer.

“Your heart”, he shrugged.

“Awww”, you cooed and giggled, your cheeks warming up.

Joaquin just smiled smugly and folded his arms, looking at you intensely.

“I think-”

“But, that wasn’t the case though. It could’ve been something else-”, Joaquin accidentally cut you off and seemed to realise his mistake, his face shifting in understanding.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?”, he asked you softly, in an apologetic tone and extended an arm to lay his warm hand on the junction between your neck and shoulder.

You paused and felt your cheeks burn up again. You shrugged, “Oh nothing, I agree with you.” Honestly, you don’t even remember what were you talking about because he was holding you so protectively and the way he was looking at you like you were the only person in the room, was making you dizzy.

“No- but what were you saying”, he pressed gently, his thumb rubbing over your satin shirt before his hand slid back and forth to massage your shoulder. He was attentive like that, always wanting to know what you wanted to say because he knew you got shy easily.

You swallowed your nerves lightly before speaking up, “Um, I was just saying that…”

And Joaquin kept his hand around your shoulder for the entire time, looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.

“So, how was it like filming this time around? Since certain things have…changed”, the interviewer asked, trying to be subtle but failing

You and Joaquin turned to look at each other before breaking out in smiles and leaning closer, shaking your heads bashfully and breaking out in giggles, his arm holding the back of your chair to anchor himself, your back brushing against it occasionally.

“Well, it was great. I got to spend time with my favourite person in the whole world”, Joaquin conceded with a content smile on his face, his hand smoothing over your back. You broke out laughing, your face warming up. The interviewer smiled knowingly and Joaquin looked at you, letting out surprised chuckles of his own.

“What- what happened?”, he let out between chuckles.

You laughed harder and clamped your hand across your mouth, coughing lightly before taking in a deep breath to look up.

“Nothing! nothing. It was fun working with you too”, you finally got out and flashed him a big smile, your cheeks hurting from happiness.

Joaquin shook his head and smiled, your infectious laughter making his heart soar.

“I remember being like- don’t worry!-”, Joaquin said while fiddling with his water bottle. Sam chuckled next to him.

“It’s so cool though!”, you added and your leg started moving up and down unknowingly. You did that a lot when you were feeling nervous/anxious or sitting idle.

“-you can hit me, and he was like-”, Joaquin made an oof sound and pretended to punch himself in the ribs while also catching the movement of your leg. “Owww”, Joaquin exclaimed before gently, and subtly, laying a hand on your knee, ceasing the shakes.

“Okay!”, you slowly stopped your leg stopped, you looked at him with gratitude and held the hand on your knee, caressing his knuckles with your thumb.

Sam looked at you two and smirked, shaking his head fondly.

“What was the best part about working on this movie?”, the interviewer asked the question to Joaquin.

“The best part about working on this movie was getting to work with (Name)”, Joaquin replied instantly and smiled.

You laughed and looked at him fondly.

“And I would love to work with her again. I wanna work on your show”, Joaquin looked at you and whined dramatically while dragging out the ‘w’.

“Okay! I’ll talk to some people, we’ll get you there, don’t worry!”, you consoled him.

Joaquin let out a ‘Whoop’ and whispered a “Yess”.

“Who’s your hero in real life?”

“(Name).” No hesitation whatsoever from Joaquin, his face completely serious.

You laughed before adding “Joaquin Torres. He’s my hero!”

Both of you leaned in at the same time and wrapped your arms around the other, your cheeks pressed together. He rocked your bodies back and forth and you laughed, the swell of your cheeks making him smile brightly and his heart skipping a beat.

“(Name), how does a day look like in your household”

You cleared your throat, “So, we wake up, we usually make our breakfast because we’re kind of on a health journey”, you looked at Joaquin and he nodded along.

“And also because Joaquin needs special preparation for his food”, you teased lightly and Joaquin groaned softly, “Aw-nooo, (Name)!”, throwing his head back dramatically.

“Wait- special?”, the interviewer asked curiously.

You laughed and patted Joaquin’s shoulder, “Mr. Torres here cannot handle any kind of spice. And I mean- not even a bit of pepper-”

Joaquin gasped, “That’s not true!”, he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer.

“He’s a sensitive baby, gotta be careful with the precious cargo”, you teased him further and giggled at the look on his face, he was pouting. You pulled his cheek and cooed.

Joaquin grumbled but leaned into your touch.

Finally, after that long and fun press tour, it was time for the premiere and once again, Joaquin was giving an interview will keeping an eager eye out for you. It was giving him déjà vu, the crowd’s cheers getting louder, him giving an interview, him getting on his tip toes to see if you had arrived—and you indeed had arrived. Both of you were wearing matching gray suits today—yours was an oversized suit dress and Joaquin was so sure he was going to faint when you came closer.

“Is that (Name)? Oh, she looks so good!”, the interviewer exclaimed, leaning forward to see you.

Joaquin felt himself choke up, a small lump pressed against his throat. “Yeah—that’s her. Looking beautiful as ever, might I add”, he replied in a shaky voice, his eyes shining with tears. Both of you had come so far, and seeing you shine and get the recognition you deserved while standing there and noticing it first hand, was making him feel all soft and mushy. He just wanted to hug you and cry out of pride.

And when you joined him, he looked at you with so much love, pride and joy that it made you stumble back. He gathered you in his arms, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple and you two posed for the cameras. The rest of the night was spent in you two singing praises for each other to every single person on that carpet, all of them looking at you two with adoration and wonder.

“Joaquin was talking about you before you came here, how has it been working with him for the 4th time?”

You let out a content sigh, “It’s been an honour. To know someone so talented and selfless like Joaquin has been so amazing and I’m so lucky that he’s in my life. He’s taught me so much and he’s my rock—so I’m forever grateful for that one show we were cast in because I met my soulmate through that. I cannot wait to do more of this with him”, you confessed and gave the interviewer a sweet smile.

That clip went viral like crazy and everyone wouldn’t stop talking about how sincere, genuine and one of kind you two were for each other. The love between you palpable and real.

While leaving the venue, you got hounded by paparazzi. Flashes went off and blinded you, Joaquin trying his best to shield you from them, his hand grasping yours tightly. But, there were so many people around you asking for autographs that somewhere along the chaos, Joaquin’s hand separated from you and you got lost in a sea of people and hands grabbing you.

You felt the slow panic crawl up your throat, trying your best to relax your shaking hands and swallowing past the lump in your throat with a nervous smile on your face, signing as many books as you could. But the paps kept shoving their heavy cameras in your face and you got pushed, the camera hitting you on the shoulder when suddenly Joaquin pushed past the people and aggressively pushed the paparazzi and fans away, an arm coming up to bring you close to him.

“Don’t touch her!”, Joaquin snarled, his face twisted in anger and voice dropping a few octaves. He pushed everyone away from you again, his hands shaking with fury and jaw clenched so tightly, you were worried he’d hurt his teeth. It was scary as you’ve never seen him this angry, ever.

“It’s okay! It’s okay, Quino”, you tried to soothe him, a hand massaging his shoulder but he wasn’t having any of it, tugging you impossibly closer to him, bringing you into his chest and helping you get in the car.

Once you were in the car, he took a few deep breaths in and turned to hold your face gently into his hands.

“Are you okay?”, he asked quietly. You were still recovering from that mini panic attack so you just brought your shaky hands up to hold his wrists and nodded weakly against his palms.

Joaquin’s eyebrows furrowed in worry, “You’re shaking, baby, c’mere”, he removed his hands and gestured you to lean against him, your face pressed into his chest and his arms around your back.

“Thank you”, you murmured into his suit and hugged him closer. He leaned his chin on top of your head before pressing a lingering kiss to it, his hands smoothing against your back. He had never felt so scared before as he did a few minutes ago. Not being able to see you or feeling your hand drop from his in a mob full of people, made him feel like his heart was going to explode.

He doesn’t give a fuck if the media calls him an asshole or aggressive, all caution goes out of the window the moment you’re in danger. He saw your breaths quicken, he saw the way your hands shook as you hated crowded places. And come what may, he’d do anything to protect you, even if it cost him his own career.

Little did he know that he was praised, for his protectiveness and for having a spine to defend his partner in public, all over the world.

2 Years Later

Joaquin Torres knew he was going to be with you for life from the moment he saw you. Everything about you was magnetic and beautiful. He couldn’t help but be completely and totally in love with you. If he ever decided to write about his feelings for you, he’d have to write thousands of novels because he had so much to say and so much to appreciate. Instead, he showed it with his actions—acts of service and touch being his primary love languages.

He’d do anything for you— everyone knew that. He’d get on his knees and worship you. You were everything, you made him into a better man. Your kindness, your courage, your love—it made his chest ache and soar at the same time.

He’d picked out a ring for you, 2 years ago, on your birthday. Thought he’d propose right away but he was afraid, Sam and Bucky tried to knock some sense into him but he told them he wanted to wait. Wait until the of you were ready, wait until he got some hints from you that you wanted to settle down with him.

But that ring was ready. It was a simple golden band with a square cut diamond on it. Classy and elegant—just like you. It was sitting in his office for 2 years now. He’d started to drop hints about marriage, you humoured him and painted a lovely picture of it—a sweet wedding ceremony, adopting a dog or a cat later and then kids. You wanted it too. That’s all he needed to get the push to finally pop the question.

You were both older and mature now, almost nearing your 30s. He yearned for that happily ever after with you, wanting to live a life of happiness and love.

So he took you to the place where it all began—the pier overlooking the city skyline where he first confessed his feelings to you.

“Oh, it’s been so long since we came here, no?”, you asked him with a quiet voice, your head slightly turned to the side to watch his pretty profile.

The two of you were standing on a deck overlooking the pier and the ocean, with you pressed against the railing and his arms caging you against it, your back against his chest. You were wearing jeans and a red sweater, his request, and he was wearing a black crewneck paired with jeans.

The gentle ocean air carried the smell of salt and swept your hair, fly aways on your forehead and his curls tousled. He looked down at you, your face illuminated by the orange tinge of the setting sun and felt his heart hammer against his chest, the velvet box making his pocket heavier.

"Yeah", he replied just as quietly, his voice cracking out of nervousness. Joaquin leaned in to press a careful kiss against your hairline and you cuddled closer to him, his arms around your stomach bringing you closer to his chest. He cleared his throat and whispered your name, bringing your attention back to him. You opened your eyes and turned around to face him, his arms holding your hips. His face was set in a nervous frown, eyebrows drawn close tightly and eyes shining with unshed tears. Your face shifted with worry.

"Quino? You okay?", you asked him softly and cupped his chin in your palm. Joaquin swallowed before squeezing your hips.

"Angel...I- I was doing just fine before you came into my life. Thought I had everything and I was happy. But, then you entered- with your beautiful soul and infectious smile and I knew what was I missing", Joaquin paused as he felt himself choke up from the tears he was keeping at bay. You stared him, face frozen with disbelief and nervousness. He took your hand on his chin and held it against his heart.

"You were the missing piece of my life. You complete me. You're my everything and I'd do anything for you. I'll- I'll cut the onions for you if they hurt your eyes too much, I'll wake up at 3 am if you feel like eating something or if you can't sleep, and- and I promise to let you drool over my shoulder when you sleep", you guffawed, while he let out a watery chuckle at that.

"You captivated me every single day. I find out something new to love about every day- be it the way you stop to pet every single street cat that you see, or-or the fact that you talk to our plants because it's good for their nourishment, the way you stand up for the vulnerable and always put the ones in need before you--you are literally an angel. Sometimes I feel like you protect me more than I do you. But--let me promise you that I will protect and love you till we are old and gray and our kids have left our nest. I will love you as long as I breathe. You're my heart, my soul and my life", he whispered the last part, his hands shaking and eyes overflowing with tears.

You snapped your eyes up, staring at him in surprise before he gently pulled away from you to retrieve a velvet box from his pocket and opened it. You gasped at the ring, it was so you. He went down on one knee and you covered your face with your hands, overwhelmed with shock and emotion. "So, will you marry me, (Name)?", he asked you nervously, his voice wavering.

You sniffled and looked at him, the setting sun making his sharp features pop out, his curly hair messed up by the wind and his gorgeous face shining with tears. You let out a cry and pulled him up before tackling him in a hug, causing him to stumble back and hold you tighter.

"Yes! Oh god, a thousand times, YES!", you cried against his shoulder and he cradled your head before rocking your bodies back and forth. He pulled away and held your left hand in his, sliding the ring on and you squealed before smushing his face in your palms and crashing your lips against his.

He let out a surprised chuckle against your lips and brought you closer, a hand grabbing the back of your neck and the other hand holding your waist. The two of you pulled back, breathless and lips swollen and leaned your forehead against each other. You buried your hands in his curls and kissed his cheeks thrice. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and stared at you lovingly before kissing your forehead, cheeks and the corner of your mouth.

When you got back home, Joaquin told you that Sam and Bucky were actually there, clicking pictures of the proposal and you had laughed heartily before crying out of happiness when you saw the beautiful pictures, your happy and emotional faces surrounded by a breath taking sunset.

You two posted the pictures to your account, one of him kneeling and your hands covering your face and the other where you were leaning your foreheads against each other, with the caption: ..and they lived happily ever after.❤️💍

Fin.

AN: AHHHH i hope you guys liked this!!! i love tom and zendaya so much that their story was an inspo for this and their interviews + that video of him protecting zendaya from the paps were what i mentioned here so credits to them, hehe. i love quino and angel a lot pls i almost cried. pls like and reblog!

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#omg you’re blowing me away with this #💕❤️‍🔥💕💕💞💗❤️‍🔥💕💗💕❤️‍🔥💕❤️‍🔥💞💕💓#I lasted so long reading this #not because of the length (which 🫶❤️‍🔥)#but because I kept putting my phone down due to cuteness overload #but it made the feelings last longer 🥹 which was super needed ❤️‍🩹#i love this i love this i love this i love this—#the gestures? the longing? the reciprocity? yesss #gotta love Joaquín and his cuteness 🥰#the scene where they got caught was so 💞💞💞 (before the disaster ofc 👺🔪)#and all the Sam and Bucky appearances were a gift fr 🤧🤣#two proud dads indeed ✅#the fact they were at the proposal 🥺 ow I melted #I don’t really watch interviews so I’m not familiar with the source of inspiration #(but Zendaya and Tom are cute indeed aaaa💘)#but omg I’m so proud of you for the efforts put into these pieces! 🥳#I thoughtfully enjoyed them and I know many others did/do too!#I for one needed a pick me up today and this was it! 🥰 it’s like a blessing for sure #so thank you so much 🤗💝#I hope you’re proud ‘cause this is amazing! 🗣️🎙️💕#and obviously I wish you a wonderful start of your week as you just better ours!#so thank you again for your time in creating this! 🌺🌷#it is super appreciated 🥹🫶

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omg hello I read ur free throws and figure drawings one shot and im still so in love w how u characterized him can we please get a pt 2 or sum headcannons ate athy 🥰🥰💗💓💝💘💞💕💖

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON. yall have no idea how heartwarming it is to be complimented over my characterization of satoru <3 part 2 is highly possible someday!! but here's some FTAFD satoru headcanons for the mean time 😼🩷

highly recommend to read free throws & figure drawings first before reading this for the best experience <3

satoru isn’t just your multi-purpose muse & boyfriend. he is also your personal cheerleader now.

every time you finish a sketch, he’s leaning over your shoulder, gasping dramatically like it’s a masterpiece worthy of a museum. “holy shit, you’re a genius,” he says, even if it’s just a doodle of a coffee cup. he’s genuinely obsessed with your talent and brags about it to everyone.

he’s always got an arm around you—draped over your shoulders, slung around your waist, or just holding your hand like it’s second nature. you’ll be walking to class, and he’s tugging you closer, grinning like an idiot because he can’t stand being more than two inches apart.

you’re “sweetheart,” “lovey,” “honeybunch,” “starlight”—he cycles through them like he’s testing which one makes you blush the most. sometimes he throws in absurd ones like “my divine goddess of acrylics” just to see you roll your eyes.

your hoodie that doesn’t even fit him? his now. your pencil? he’s twirling it between his fingers during practice breaks, claiming it’s his “lucky charm.” he’ll give it back eventually, but only after he’s doodled a tiny heart on it.

he shows up with snacks, a new paintbrush, or some random trinket he “had to get” because it reminded him of you. “saw this and thought of your pretty face,” he says, tossing you a keychain shaped like a basketball with zero explanation.

he’s still got a knack for public declarations too. he’s yelling “that’s my girlfriend!” across the courtyard whenever you’re within earshot. you’re mortified, but he thrives on it, grinning like he’s won the lottery every time someone glances your way.late-night talks

he texts you at 2 a.m. with dumb questions like “do you think i’d look good with a paintbrush tattoo?” but it always turns into him rambling about how lucky he is to have you. you fall asleep to his voice humming through your phone.

he pokes your cheek when you’re focused, smirking as he says, “you’re too cute when you’re serious.” he knows it annoys you, but the way he leans in to kiss your pout afterward makes it impossible to stay mad.

he’s always showing off for you. at every game, he’s winking at you from the court, sinking shots and pointing at you like it’s all for your approval. “that one’s for you, babe,” he mouths, even if you’re trying to hide in the bleachers.

when he thinks you’re not looking, he watches you paint with this dopey, lovesick smile. his usual cockiness melts away, and he’s just a guy stupidly, hopelessly in love with you.

he always carries your stuff. your art supplies? he’s got them slung over his shoulder without asking, complaining loudly—“these weigh a ton, you owe me”—but he never lets you carry them yourself.

he kisses you everywhere. forehead, cheeks, nose, lips—he’s a menace about it. he’ll sneak one when you’re mid-sentence, laughing when you sputter, “satoru, i’m talking!” “yeah, but i needed that,” he shrugs.

he always checks on you. he texts you mid-day, “you eat yet?” and shows up with food if you say no. he’s an idiot about it, but it’s his way of showing he’s always thinking of you.

he drags you to the arcade because “you need a break,” then spends all his quarters trying to win you a stuffed animal. you end up with five because he refuses to lose.

he loves sleeping on you. he flops onto your lap after practice, whining about how tired he is, but really he just wants to feel your fingers in his hair. you complain, but he’s already snoring softly, clinging like a koala.

he is always proud of your achievements. when your art gets picked for an exhibition, he’s louder than you about it, dragging his teammates to see it and pointing at your work like, “that’s hers, i’m dating a legend.”

one night, he’s sprawled across your bed, half-asleep, muttering nonsense about basketball stats, when he suddenly rolls over, props himself up on his elbow, and looks at you like you hung the moon. “hey,” he whispers, voice all gravelly and warm, “if i ever stop being this stupid over you, just… kick me, okay?”

a/n : dunno if im doing this headcanon thing right it's my first time doing it XD

#athy's press inquiries #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #gojo fluff #gojo headcanons #gojo hcs #reader insert

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An unexpected role (pt.4) | cl16

Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well.

Warning: bad comments on social media, unnamed ex-partner, abusive ex-partner, swearing, a LOT of fluff and Charles being an amazing dad and boyfriend.

Check out the series!! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

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ynusername

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ynusername my loves 🤍🤍

user1 NO WAY ‼️‼️‼️

itslolasss you finally posted them bestie 🥹🥹 i'm supa proud

charles_leclerc it cost her a couple of tears but i'm finally on her insta 😌😌

ynusername itslolasss please don't believe him okay? But yes, I may have cried a little while posting this 😭😭

itslolasss i know you did darling don't worry abt that 🫶🏻🫶🏻

charles_leclerc I love you and Lily with all my heart 💗💗 my cute girls

ynusername charlieeee 😭😭 you're making me cry babe 🥺🥺

charles_leclerc owww, don't cry little dove 🥺🥺

landonorris i missed several chapters charles_leclerc can you explain????

pierregasly i also missed several chapters bro

landonorris wait you didn't know this?? then who knew?

logansargeant when did this happen? i'm lost

carlossainz55 same here

user2 not half of the grid not knowing that Charles had a family 🫣🫣🫣

scuderiaferrari we didn't know either 🧍🏼‍♀️

user1 TEAM 😳😳😳😳

francisca.cgomes cutiesss 💕💕💕 i love you bothhh

ynusername kikaaa Lily misses youuuuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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charles_leclerc my whole lifeeee, I love them both 💗🎀✨

lorenzotl finallyyyyyyyyyy

user1 oh my god, they're so pretty 🥺 congratulations charlie for your little family

ynusername we love youuuuu so much charliee 🥹😭 thank you for appearing at the perfect time in our lives, we owe you a lot 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

charles_leclerc it's nothing amore, the one who owes you two a lot is actually me 🥹🥹

ynusername okay charlie boo boo! 🥺🥺

leclerc_pascale mes filles, je les aime beaucoup 💗💗 (my daughters, I love you both very much)

ynusername nous t'aimons aussi maman!! (we love you too mom!!)

charles_leclerc bien sûr, tu ne m'aimes plus... mens, je plaisante maman 🤍🤍 (of course you don't love me anymore... lie, I'm joking mom)

scuderiaferrari welcome to the red team Lily and yn!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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lilymhe oh goodness congrats big guy! And welcome to the f1 paddock cute girlies 💕💕

ynusername oh god, thank u sweetheart 🫶🏻🫶🏻

sebastianvettel congrats Charles ❤️❤️

charles_leclerc thank you so much Seb!!

sebastianvettel if you need some parenting guide you can ask me anything!

charles_leclerc noted!! Thank you so much Seb <3

user3 oh god, congrats champ!!!!

f1gossipp are we seriously going to congratulate him just because he is raising a little girl and his dating a pig?

user2 bro... Let him live!!! He has a beautiful and adorable family and I think that from comments like yours on social media he had them safe and sound!!

f1gossipp yeah sure, she looks like a fucking golddigger

user4 yeah, she looks like a total bitch. Attracting a man using a little girl as bait? Please, everything to get attention because she needs it

francisca.cgomes can you please shut the fuck up??? this is why Charles didn't want to show little Lily or yn and he did it because he is proud of them and loves them with his whole heart!! it's one thing for you to support him and another thing for him to throw shit at the people he loves.

Your cell phone doesn't stop vibrating with notifications, since last night you decided (as a family) to post pictures of yourselves on insta and, as expected, some fans went completely crazy, but too crazy in your opinion. There were many good comments, and you really appreciated them, as there were also very, very bad and ugly comments talking about you and Lily and what hurts you the most is that it's not your or her fault.

Right now you are lying in bed next to Charles, he has one arm on your waist and you are lying on his chest, even though your head hasn't stopped spinning thousands of times, the beat of his heart calms you incredibly and you really loved that.

Suddenly you hear the bedroom door open and small footsteps echo in the silent room.

“Mama? Up! Up!” Lily says from the foot of the bed, trying to climb up.

“Oh, come here darling!” You say while you move a little without waking Charles so you can put Lily on the bed next to you.

She smiles. “Dada?” she asked.

“Dada is sleeping baby, but we can sleep with him too, don't you think?” you said to her softly, she nodded.

She moved onto your other side and you covered her with the blanket you and Charles were using. She snuggled up next to you while you tried to fall asleep even just a little. These quiet moments are what fill you with calm and make you have hope that not everything is bad, you have a nice family, a healthy and happy little girl, a wonderful boyfriend who would go to the moon for you two and there's not much more you can ask for. This is everything you ever dreamed of having.

Suddenly Charles babbles something a little sleepy. “Mhm, good morning princesses!” He says and you let out a giggle.

“Good morning champ!” you say as you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Dada! Mowning!” Lily says making hands so that her dad can hold her in his arms.

“Oh, but what a nice good morning I have here! Ma petite fleur and ma belle” He says as he brushes his nose against Lily's and smiles. (my little flower. my beautiful.)

“Yes, especially with online comments.” You say releasing a sigh.

He looks at you curious. “What kind of comments, my dear? Don't tell me you read those comments?”

You nodded. “Sadly yes, it's just that... I couldn't help it, sorry love.”

He denied. “You shouldn't apologize to me love, they are the wrong ones! They don't know you and they don't know Lily to have an opinion about you or our little family.” He looked at you and smiled and then kissed you on the corners of your lips. “So you don't have to apologize to me, okay? I love you two very much and I hope you know it, honey.” He says as he starts giving you kisses on your face, Lily starts bouncing in his arms and you laugh.

You nod with a shy smile on your face. “Okay sir, I won't apologize to you but it does bother me that they are that way, you know?”

“I know love, but don't waste your energy on that, there are more important things than that. Like, for example, Lily!” He says smiling at the aforementioned and she giggles. “Look at her, isn't she cute? Because yes she is, a cutie!”

You giggle. “Fine, fine. How about we get up and start this day properly, okay? What would you like for breakfast, my loves?”

“Pancakes!” They both say in unison, you smile and get out of bed.

***

The rest of the day passed peacefully, and you were truly grateful. You liked being in this little bubble of love and comfort building colourful block towers with Lily and Charles, but sometimes it was necessary to show a little bit of that love that you have as a family to the world, and perhaps many people are bothered by that, but at the same time there are many who don't.

But seeing the smile on your baby girl face every time her dada tickles her or hugs her is priceless and it makes you think that you are really in the right place.

“Love? What are you thinking about honeybunch?” he asked softly while holding Lily in his arms.

“Nothing, I'm just so happy to be with you. It sounds silly, but you guys make me so so happy.”

He smiled. “Aww, love. That is so cute! I am also very happy to be with you two!”

Lily, feeling the love, begins to giggle a few times. “Mama! Dada! Love!”

You giggle. “We love you too baby!” you say in unison.

You more than anyone know that with the photos being posted on Insta, your parents are going to want to try to get back into your life. And it really doesn't make any sense since they turned their back on you many times and now they want to come back to see how much money they can "get" from you or Charles is very stupid.

“Do you know what terrifies me? That my parents, seeing the photos of us on social media, want to come back into my life, you know? After everything they did to me...” You were going to continue but he silenced you with a kiss on the lips.

“Princess, don't think about that. Yes, they most likely want to get back into your life and Lily's, but you know what? It's up to you to make them come in or not.” he whispers.

“Who are you and what did you do with my Charles? I didn't know this philosophical Charles.” he laughs.

“Sometimes I have to use logic honey, I'm not just a pretty driver.” you let out a laugh while he winks. “But honestly baby, don't think about that... How about we watch a movie together?”

Suddenly, almost automatically, Lily smiled. “Movie! Can we 'atch... Princess movies?” she asked softly.

Charles smiled and caressed her hair. “But of course honey! We can watch any princess movie you want!”

You smiled and got up from the floor. “Okay, I'll look for a blanket and I'll look for Mimi too!”

“Mimi!” Lily screeched and you giggled.

“Okay okay, you two stay there.” You say as you walk towards Lily's room to look for her stuffed bunny Mimi. “What movie will we see, loves?” You ask from the hallway.

“Tangled!” They say in unison, you just laugh while grabbing the blanket, that's yours and Lily's favorite movie and little by little it has become Charles' favorite —although he was a little reluctant to watch princess movies but he loves them.

You return to the living room where Lily and Charles are already settled on the sofa with some sweets and a small glass of water for Lily. “Tangled it is then!” You say as you hand Mimi to Lily while she snuggles between the two of you and the three of you shelter under the blanket.

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itslolasss god, what a beautiful thing, you three will make me cry I sweaaaarr 😭😭😭

ynusername stfu, right now i feel like i'm in a fever dream you know? Not counting the bad comments on insta.

itslolasss girl I love you and I love your little girl, but please don't hurt yourself by reading all that garbage :( they have no idea what a great mother you are‼️‼️

itslolasss i bet all my money that Charles already gave you a lecture about not seeing those disgusting comments 🫵🏻🫵🏻

ynusername erm... Yes 👉🏻👈🏻 and I say, he's truly right tbh

itslolasss can we talk about the fact that you made him watch TANGLED? He's such a girl dad bestie

ynusername hehe, yup lily and i did that thing 😋🥰

“You know something baby?” You move your head to the side so you can see Charles blushing a little bit. “We have our own fairy tale here.” he whispered.

You giggle while caressing lily's back, she fell asleep in your arms. “Are you sure about that?”

He nodded. “Yup! We have our own little bubble of love here, a sleepy little princess, and I have you.” he gives you a small peck on your lips. “There may be some... little problems along the way of course, but I don't think that will be an impediment for us.” he smiled at you.

“Aww, babe. That's so sweet!” you blush slightly at his cute words. “I know that not everything is rosy and there will be some problems, but I don't think it is impossible for us.”

He smiles and kisses you on the lips, it was a slow and sweet kiss, after a little while you separated to catch your breath. “As long as I am with you both nothing bad would happen to you, okay?” He said and you just nodded with a smile on your face, really with him both you and Lily felt protected.

***

A couple of weeks have passed since that night, and the truth is that everything is going quite well, no one hates you and Lily on social media anymore, apparently they managed to understand that you are a family... And by "understand" you mean that Charles posted an extremely long post on Instagram to make it clear that if people (or the "fans") hate his family will have to deal with him.

“Calm down little butterfly, I've finished combing your hair, okay?” you say tenderly to Lily as she plays with Mimi.

“Okay mama.” she giggled softly.

You finish fixing her hair when there is a knock on the door, you are not waiting for anyone, Charles had gone out to buy some groceries but other than that you weren't waiting for someone else. So very cautiously, you walk towards the door and look through the peephole to see who it is.

“What... What he does... here?” You whisper to yourself, on the other side of the door is your ex-partner.

You feel your body start to shake, this can't be happening! How did he manage to find out where you live? You're honestly terrified to think that he might take Lily, but to be honest, coming back after almost three years of abandoning you both when you were pregnant it's pretty stupid and dumb.

With trembling hands you manage to write a quick message to Charles which, surprisingly, he read immediately and replied with “I'm on my way bubba. Don't worry everything will be fine <3” You let out a sigh and very carefully looked through the peephole again, he is still standing there with a face that is not at all pleasant.

With a heavy sigh you slightly opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled coquettishly. “I thought about paying my girls a visit.”

You cleared your throat. “Oh really? After almost three years, really? Besides we were never "your girls", so if you can go away I would be very grateful” You say with a coarse, serious and annoying voice.

He sighs heavily. “Do you have another man?” He says with anger. “Answer me, bitch.”

You roll your eyes. “So what if I have it or not? It's not your fucking problem!” You say exasperated.

He looks at you again with anger and hatred. “You are with that fucking little driver? Oh really? You are such a little whore, looking for new sticks to insert in your holes.”

“Please, stop now, please.” you whisper, begging him to leave you alone. “Stop this please.”

He didn't listen to you and slapped you in the face, the raw sound echoed in the hallway of the building, you were perplexed in your place with your red eyes full of tears. This was common when you were together? Yes, sadly it was, but you couldn't do anything, you were too young and, according to your parents, he was the "right man" for you... What a crap.

“Mama?” You heard Lily's soft voice and before your ex could hit you again you took her into your arms.

You looked at Lily with a somewhat sad face. “It's okay cutie pie, mama is here.” you whisper.

He looked at you both like you were fresh meat. “Is that Lily? Come to daddy sweetheart.” It's ironic how one moment he was hitting you and now he wants to play house with you and Lily, totally abnormal.

Lily looked at your ex and started whining. “You not ma' dada.” Lily said in a stammer.

“I know darling, dada is going to be here soon, I promise.” you whispered again.

He frowned and became angry again. “So, you're really with that little driver, huh? Oh little bitch, you'll see.” He said with his voice full of rage and egocentrism.

You closed your eyes and covered Lily as you waited for the impact of, perhaps, another slap or perhaps something worse, but that impact never came. Half open your eyes to watch as Charles held your ex's wrist with one hand and grabbed the door frame with the other.

“Listen, I don't know who the fuck you are but I'll just say one thing and I hope it's clear to you.” Charles said with a strong voice, you had never seen him so angry, well, only a couple of times when he got angry with his track engineer, but nothing more than that. “You come to touch a measly inch of my wife and daughter and I swear to you that you won't have an easy time finding a job or even a partner later on, is that clear?” he said rudely.

“You're just a fucking driver, what are you going to do to me? Run over me?” Your ex said.

Charles laughed sarcastically and without grace. “Please, I am capable of making your life miserable.” he smiled sinisterly. “Now if you allow me, could you get out of here? I want to spend time with my wife and daughter, and if that bothers you and you want to cause another stupid scene, I can call security.” he said in a serious voice.

As if it were a warning, the building security appeared and took your ex-partner away from your apartment door, you let out a sigh of relief and hug Charles with Lily in your arms and he hugs you back. You let out the suppressed tears in your eyes, it has been so long since you felt so much fear and terror and the fact that Lily has been present terrifies you even more, he begins to rub your and Lily's back very carefully.

“He's gone baby, let it out, there's no pressure.” Charles said in a whisper as you entered the apartment again.

You let out a little whimper. “I don't know what... I don't know what he was doing here, how he found us... I was very scared.” He caressed your face a little and then separated and looked for the bag with the groceries that he left in the hallway. “I don't what he wanted Cha... I'm... I'm sorry” you whisper he wiped your tears with his thumb.

“Baby... You don't have to apologize for his shitty attitude, the important thing is that I arrived on time, don't you think? And besides, you and Lily are safe, which is the most important thing.” he said. “Although, I can help you place a restraining order against him, if you wish.”

You blinked a few times. “Really? Charlie, it's not necessary, you know?” he shook his head multiple times.

“Love, you have to do it. It's for your safety and Lily's! I wouldn't mind talking to my lawyers about it and getting help from them.” He said in a calm voice as he carried a calm Lily in his arms.

“You're sure?” I looked at him hopefully.

He nods. “Completely sure, darling.”

You nod with a shy smile on your face. “Okay babe.”

He kisses your temple. “Now, how about we cure that ugly mark on your face? And then we can have a cuddle session for my favorite girls, how does that sound?” He says while tickling Lily's tummy, you nod.

“That sounds good." You smile a little. “Thanks again love.” you said and he kisses you softly.

He guides you to the room and heals the minor wounds left by your ex's slap. His touch is gentle and soft, it's like he doesn't want to hurt you and that's good for your soul. Finally, he placed one of Lily's bandages on your cheek and kissed the spot, causing you to giggle.

“Your stuble tickles me love!” you say and he smiles and blushes.

“And why isn't Lily tickled, hm?” He says with a little smile and starts giving Lily kisses and she giggles loudly.

“Dadaa! Tickles!” she says between giggles.

You smiled. “What did you say, honey?”

“Fine, fine. Maybe you have a bunch of tickles!” he says with a chuckle. “My ticklish girls.” He says and tickles you and Lily again and you both laugh louder.

***

After a few hours, sleep overcame Lily and you were just a push away from falling asleep, the fatigue of the unexpected day was hitting you hard. But you couldn't go to sleep without first talking to Charles a little, it was a kind of routine that you do before going to sleep.

You murmur. “Mhm, baby?” you asked.

“Can't you sleep my darling?” He asks and you nod. “Come here petit bébé.” He says as he opens his arms. (little baby)

You snuggle into his arms. “I don't know how to thank you for what you do for us.” You whisper.

“Baby, you don't have to thank me for that, you know?” He says softly. “It's something that comes naturally from me, it's nothing really.” He says while placing kisses all over your face and you giggle.

“you are an angel charlie.” You smile.

“I don't see myself as an angel, but if you say so, that's fine!” He giggles and blushes.

You make a little silence and then speak again. “So... My wife, you said earlier, tell me, sir, what do you mean by that?” You giggle a little.

He blushes even more. “Oh well, I don't know, it just came out... I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable darling.” He said a little embarrassed and you silenced him with a short kiss on the lips.

“Not at all... I have to say that I liked it.” You whisper and he opened his eyes wide.

“Doesn't it make you uncomfortable?” you denied.

“You can call me that as many times as you want bubba!” you giggled.

“Oh god, thank you so much chérie, you make me the luckiest man in the world!” he giggled.

“It's nothing baby boy! It's like you say, it's something that comes naturally.” You say and give him several kisses.

With him you feel safe and loved, a feeling that you haven't had for a long time (since before you finally knew him). And so in the warm arms of your loved one, you fall into a deep sleep thinking that not everything is bad, there are good moments as well as bad ones, but with him and Lily there is nothing they cannot overcome as a family.

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macabr3-barbi3 · 4 months ago

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Unexpected Attractions (Vox/Reader SFW)

(Hell's Greatest International Women's Day Fic #4)

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Tags: Lu Lu World, Vox is a businessman; he's also a simp; Meet Cute; Vox resolves other people's trauma instead of his own; Out of Character Vox? Kinda but who cares lol; Amusement park date

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One day, the lack of basic respect that he got as an Overlord would be a problem. Not for him, of course, but for the shitbags that ran establishments like Lu Lu World and thought that his time was expendable and could be wasted without so much as a ‘fuck you.’

Vox was courteous enough to arrive early for his meeting with the security team to discuss installing new cameras and sensors all over the park. They, however, couldn’t even be bothered to let his assistant know before he made the fucking trip that they would be pushing the meeting back by three and a half hours, effectively trapping him at this shitty theme park for the sake of convenience- why bother going home when he would just have to come back?

He was going to gouge their prices, he decided. Double and a half what they had initially discussed just for the fuck of it- if they wanted to play games then he would too. Let them spend exorbitant amounts of money for the sin of pissing him off; see if Vox gave a shit. Maybe he would use the extra time to take a look around the park and see what areas could be improved upon by security measures- the entrances and exits, of course, and stationed outside employee areas to keep an eye on the comings and goings of park staff. He could charge them even more for the use of his time if he was actually doing something rather than just sitting around waiting for hours.

Someone slams into his side, a giggling couple that races off without a backwards glance at the man they shoulder-checked, and static sparks between his antennae in anger as he brushes himself off. “Oh no, excuse me,” he mutters sarcastically. “People die and their fucking manners are the first to go, huh?”

“Oh, they’re always like that,” he hears, and looks over to see you seated on a bench, the heel of your hand rubbing across your eyes as you look at him. They’re rimmed in red, but still bright and interested when you meet his gaze. “I could apologize for them, but I don’t think they’d care either way- I’m supposed to be their friend and they don’t care about hurting me, why would a stranger be any different?”

“What, they blow you off or something?” He watches you roll your eyes in irritation, a frown overtaking the pretty features of your face.

You shrug, looking past him to watch your friend's backs fade in the distance. “Yeah, but nothing new. It was supposed to be a group hang- despite saying they were fine with it before, they didn’t want a third wheel anymore. So now I’m gonna have to spend a fuckton of money to get home since, of course, they were also my ride.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes, an expression he’s too familiar with.

“You could stay- do your own thing while you wait for them to finish,” he offers, and you shoot him a look that suggests he’s a fucking idiot.

“What kind of loser hangs around an amusement park by themselves?”

He had been there when he was alive; middle and high school years spent waiting for friends that always seemed to be one seat short, one movie ticket shy of enough for the whole group. “We’ll get you next time,” and then the next time never came. Always the last one called, the first one singled out, the last minute ‘you can come if you want’ invitation until he had finished college and actually made something of himself. How many times had he sat on a bench like this watching his own friends walk away from him, without a care for how he felt having to watch them have fun as they left him behind?

Vox hadn’t thought about those feelings in years, having shoved them down deep when he grew up, came to Hell and pushed himself farther than he ever could have gone when he was alive. He had an empire now, a business not bound by morals and laws, people that respected and feared him.

He still remembered what it felt like to be where you were.

It’s a split second decision, but he had time to waste- he figured taking you with him on his personal tour wouldn’t put too much of a damper on his plans with the meeting being pushed back, and having someone to talk to, barring any punishable offense on your part, would probably make the hours pass faster.

“Why don’t you hang out with me for a while?” He asks, and extends a hand out to you. When you don’t take it, he flashes you a winning smile. “I have some stuff to do around the park- join me.”

You eye him warily, but take his hand and let him pull you to standing. “You really don’t have to do that,” you tell him, but you don’t resist when he tightens his grip against your fingers. “What would people think of the VoxTek CEO hanging around Lu Lu World with some random Sinner? What are you even doing here?”

“Business,” he says simply, gesturing around them. “Business that is lent credibility if I’m actually doing things at the park instead of just observing.” And that was mostly a lie that he had thought of on the spot, but he felt like he needed to convince you now, to make this day better for you like no one had even done for him when he was topside. “And what kind of loser hangs around an amusement park by themselves? You’d be doing me a favor, honestly.”

Your eyebrow creases in suspicion at him using your words against you. “Really- I’m fine just going home.”

“And letting your shitbag friends know that they can do this to you whenever they want? Come on- have some fun with me. Don’t let them ruin what should have been a good day.” When you frown and look again in the direction that your friends had gone, he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on. Just until I have to go to my meeting. I can get us a Fast Pass so we can cut the lines. Imagine their faces seeing you get to jump to the front. Worth it, huh?”

And with this you smile- genuine and pleased and a little mischievous. “I might be able to be persuaded for that,” you say, and let him pull you along to the entrance gate to be fitted with the bracelet that would allow the pair of you to cut the lines.

Bracelets affixed, you walked slowly through the rows of vendors and games, the silence between you not entirely uncomfortable. He hadn’t been to an amusement park in years, and between looking for security risks around the park while you walked around together and trying to decide on a ride to go on together, he wasn’t too impressed. Neither of you seemed particularly excited at the prospect of one of the huge roller coasters- not that he was scared, of course, but with his head being made up of fragile electronic components he was… reasonably cautious. He would have been down for some of the easier rides, something like the Ferris Wheel or one of those funky little spinning teacups or something that couldn’t do much harm.

Then he had seen your face drop when you noticed your friends towards the middle of the line for the largest, most popular ride in the park and, well…

That was too good an opportunity to pass up.

“Hey.” He reached over and tugged at the band on your wrist. “Paid an arm and a leg for these for a reason, doll. Let’s go.”

Your smile lit up your entire face, and that was almost worth the money on its own. Watching your friends’ expressions sour when he brought you to the front of the line for the operator to let you pass for the next cycle of the coaster took it the rest of the way to ‘worth it.’

The ride itself wasn’t bad- more fun than he had anticipated, and your shriek of laughter at his side when you hit the first drop made him smile more genuinely than he had in a while. Your grip on his forearm was firm through the whole ride, still holding on when the cart eventually slowed and you exited the ride together, still holding on when you saw your friends still not at the front of the line and stuck your tongue out at them as you left together.

Your hair was windswept and wild, pieces flying into your face when you looked up at him with eyes like stars and asked, “what’s next?”

The mirror maze is dangerous with his face, but he lets you lead him through by the hand, always in front to walk into any mirrors that stand in the way. You never seriously hurt yourself, always bouncing off the glass with a laugh that echoes through the space when you look back at him to make sure he’s following.

The other roller coasters are disappointing compared to that first one, but apparently your friends were adrenaline junkies; you got to watch their excitement dwindle every time the pair of you approached one that they were in line for, cutting to the front each time and leaving them stewing in their jealousy. Vox liked watching you look at the images after each ride, surreptitiously handing the booth attendant his credit card to pay for small copies of the photos the two of you were in so you could take them home with you when the day was over- something to remember him by, and to remember the day you got to put your friends in their places.

The Ferris wheel is lackluster, but a necessary component for an amusement park trip to be complete. He buys a thing of popcorn and you spend the slow trip to the top and back down throwing kernels over the side at unsuspecting guests, and trying to coax a couple weird birds to eat out of your hand before one of them snagged the whole bag and dumped it on the crowd below.

When you eventually tire of rides, he takes you back down the strip to play arcade games. To his chagrin, he’s fucking awful; no amount of hypnotism has any effect on his ability to throw a couple rings over a goddamn bottle neck or blast water at a Lucifer-Duck target so he can win you the fat shark plush that dangles over your heads. Even worse, you’re scarily good with the water pistol, so solidly aimed at the center of the moving targets that the game vendor eyes you suspiciously when he reaches up to unclip the stuffed animal and hand it to you after the bell sounds to alert passersby that you’ve won.

A few feet away from the booth, you turn and shove the shark into his arms, trailing your fingers through the soft fur that covers it. “It’s customary to win the prize for your date, right?” You ask, and flush from your hairline to the neck of your shirt when he smiles wide and steps closer to you.

“Is that what this is now, sugar?” He says quietly, and the noise of the park fades away as he focuses on the way your breath catches at his proximity. “A date?”

And Satan, he has to admire how you straighten your shoulders instead of backing down. “It could be,” you tell him, and step away, removing your hands from the shark when something catches your eye. “It depends on how it ends.” And the shark joins you at the next couple of failed games, until you lead him to the final attraction, a huge, heart-shaped door under a sign that says ‘The Tunnel of Lust,’ with a caricature image of Osmodeus in the corner.

He’s a little nervous about the water that splashes at the sides of the boat as you step in together, but the sides are high enough that he thinks he’ll be okay. And he’s not ready to end your time together, if he’s being honest. He had initially just wanted to cheer you up, he thinks, as the boat starts moving and terrible romantic poetry starts playing over the speakers, animatronic cherubs dropping from the ceiling and shooting arrows on strings towards the walls before winding them back up to their bows.

Then the boat hits the darkest part of the tunnel and he looks at you, illuminated only by the glow of his screen as everything else fades away, and he thinks you look beautiful. A happy smile on your lips that meets your eyes, unlike earlier, and your shoulders are relaxed and you just look… pleased to be with him, in a way that few people ever really were.

He opens his mouth to speak, but there aren’t any words that come forth that can adequately fill the silence- none that can explain how oddly fulfilling his time with you had been, healing something inside of him that he had thought he was over after all this time. How could he have known that in helping you give a satisfying ‘fuck you’ to your shitty friends that he would feel this sense of relief? Of satisfaction?

You tilt your head in wonder as he stares at you and he slides closer, removing the shark from his lap to place it on the bench next to him. He lets a hand come up to card gently into your hair, and you suck in a breath but don’t pull away as he leans in, breath ghosting across his screen as your lips part-

Music fills the tunnel- not the cheesy, romantic shit that was playing through the ride, but the EDM ringtone he had set for his assistant that he had left back at Vee Tower when he came out here today. He’s tempted to ignore it, but you’ve already seen the call flash across his screen and you’re pulling away from him, putting a couple inches between your bodies as his hand falls limply from where he had been holding you.

“Go ahead,” you whisper, “it seems important,” and he sighs and turns away to answer.

“What do you want?”

“I’m sorry, sir, you know I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t an emergency- but the Lu Lu World team called and said you had never arrived for the meeting. You’re twenty minutes late.”

Fuck. He had completely forgotten about the meeting in favor of spending time with you- he hadn’t even done any of the surveillance he had planned on doing while you went around to the different rides, played arcade games, gave him that sweet fucking smile. He should have set an alarm or something to remind himself of his goddamn obligations today, instead of letting himself get swept up in some impromptu date with a random sinner because they reminded him a little too much of himself.

“Mister Vox, sir?”

“Chill the fuck out, okay? Tell them they’re lucky I’m even still coming after the shit they pulled today and I’ll get there when I get there. Give me, uhhhh…” He wasn’t actually sure how much longer this ride would be but he didn’t imagine the park runners would make something called the Tunnel of Lust too long of a ride and risk people making good on the name. “Ten minutes, tops.”

His assistant starts to agree as Vox ends the call, and when he looks back over to you you’re watching the decor of the ride pass in silence. Smiling still, but you’ve reverted back to how you were earlier- it didn’t light up your face the same way, more polite than anything else, and he longed for the comfortable silence and contentment of a few mere minutes before. He thought about apologizing, but he wasn’t really sure for what, exactly- fulfilling his goal of staying with you until his meeting? Taking you on rides and to games on his dime? Not kissing you in a dark tunnel as a virtual stranger?

He let the silence reign until the ride was over a few minutes later, grabbing his shark by the fin with one hand and offering the other to you to help you out of the boat, walking behind you as you stepped back out into the crowded day.

“I apologize-”

“I’m so sorry-”

You both try to speak at the same time, and the blank looks you give each other when you stop talking at the same time breaks the awkward silence like glass, your laughter once again gracing his audio processors. “I was going to say, I’m sorry for making you late to your meeting,” you offer, your smile a little disappointed, and he waves the words away.

“Not at all! I was going to apologize for having to cut our time so short- if we’re being honest,” he adds quietly, “I would much rather spend the rest of the day with you than go to this meeting. I’ve had a great time.”

He would probably never see you again, he realized, and that makes him feel something he doesn’t want to look at too closely right now. If he offered you his number and you declined he would look like a fool, and he wasn’t in a position where he was offering anyone that kind of power over him. He had the photos from the coasters in his pocket, but if he gave them to you and you left then what would he have to memorialize the day?

“I did too! Not bad, for a date I didn’t plan on having today.”

He chuckles. “Still a date then, despite that ending?” He lets you reach out to run your fingers through the soft fur of the stuffed shark again.

You look up at him through lowered lashes, suddenly shy and reaching for his spare hand to pull him towards you. “We’ve still got a few minutes left,” you say quietly, and he bends low and closes his eyes as you bring your lips to meet his.

It's too soft, too sweet, and over too soon. You pull back with a smile, unaware how badly he wants more, and gesture to the shark as you step back. “Gotta say, I think I’ll miss this little guy,” you quip, and Vox is confused about the sudden change of topic until you add, “I know I said I was winning it for you, but I don’t suppose you'd be willing to have joint custody?”

His smile is soft and fond, and he pushes the shark into your arms. “Tell you what- you take him for now. Let me have someone take you home- and then I’ll stop by in a couple days and we can figure out the logistics of that.”

“I would like that.” You press another kiss to his screen, fleeting and soft, and squeeze the shark to your chest. “Thank you, since I haven’t actually said that yet. I hope to see you soon.”

Then you’re walking away from him, and the photos sit heavy in his suit pocket as he dials his assistant while he walks to the main building for his meeting. His assistant knows better than to ask why Vox is ordering him to save your address in his cloud contacts, and after receiving the ping that it's secure in his system he straightens his bowtie. With trained professionalism he rolls his shoulders and tucks the softness that he’d been harboring for the day away for now, his smile turning predatory as he enters the meeting room.

Vox loved the scent of opportunity - personal and professional alike - but there was business to be taken care of first. The irritation from earlier still lingered at the staff’s disregard for his time, and while you had been a pleasant distraction he wouldn’t let that affect his negotiation now. The stuffed shark he had sent with you hadn't just been a perfect ruse to see you again- it reminded him that there was blood in the water.

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thepeaklegendoffirstgen · 1 month ago

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Hii again 😭 I didn't see that you just reblogged the arcade fic with james. I'll be giving the actual author some love too ! But I am looking forward to the fics that you're about to do as well 💕

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Seoul was a breath of fresh air, fast-paced, fiercely competitive, yet brimming with life.

You’d been here before, of course. But this time, it was different. This time, you were staying. This was home now. The pace had picked up, and everything seemed to be shifting. The path was already laid out.

The one-room flat you all found yourselves in had a muddy roof and barely any space. It was crammed and dim, but it would do. Meetings were all it was used for, thankfully.

Not that James made it any better. He literally stuck to your side, pressing in as if trying to merge you with the wall.

Goo, as usual, always had something to say. No one paid much attention, though, teenagers being teenagers, they thought.

When James suggested the two of you go somewhere special, of course Goo had to chime in with his opinion, complaining that you’d both been loafing around ever since the first generation disbanded and the second generation started rising.

You smacked him on the head.

“Ow! Domestic violence!” he whined, dramatically.

James just rolled his eyes. It was his plan after all, and he’d made the arrangements.

You didn’t expect much. But when you arrived, you were honestly awestruck. Sometimes, James could be unexpectedly gallant. And while your heart fluttered a little, your brain couldn’t shake the worry. What if someone tried to attack him again?

It wasn’t about safety, you both could handle that. It was about how fleeting peace could be. How the ghosts of your past never really left, even when the present begged for joy.

Still in your school uniform, you rolled up your sleeves, pulled off your stockings, and ran toward the waves.

The water was cold, the breeze sharp, the sun dipping low into the horizon. You giggled as the waves chased your feet, retreating and returning again.

It had been a while since you felt this free.

James sat nearby, watching quietly. He’d brought you here because you told him how much you loved the beach. You had time now, and he was glad, though he’d never say it aloud, that you were enjoying yourself.

He wouldn’t admit it, not with his position and pride in the way. But watching you laugh like this made him feel like everything, the fights, the blood, the chaos—was worth it.

“James, staring is rude!” you shouted, catching him mid-thought.

You waved him over, but he only smiled, unmoving. You stuck your tongue out at him, exaggeratedly disgusted. He laughed, of course. That only riled you up more.

“Some kind of king, are you?” you muttered, stomping toward him.

And then...

Thud.

That ugly rock got your knee. You tripped. Hard.

Your reflexes were sharp, so you got up instantly, but, damn, it hurt.

“Didn’t know you were so careless,” James said, already crouching to inspect your scraped knee.

You waved him off, pride burning hotter than the sting. But he didn’t budge and gently guided you to sit down.

The bruise was spreading fast,black and blue, like a storm under your skin. You bit back the pain, regretting how carefree you’d been.

“This is your fault,” you gritted out.

“Mine?” he scoffed, offended. “You tripped. Don’t tell me you thought the rock was me and missed me so much you flung yourself at it?”

“Shut up!” you hissed, on the verge of tears now.

You had only asked him once to join you. There is no reason for him to act all distant and high and mighty. It hurt, and not just your knee.

He noticed the tears instantly and gently brushed his thumb under your eyes.

“You looked like you were having fun,” he said softly. “I thought it was better not to interrupt.”

“You should’ve used your brain where it mattered,” you grumbled.

“And you should’ve used your eyes,” he countered with that infuriating calm.

You huffed, folding your arms and legs, ignoring his advice. He sighed but still pulled you closer despite your protest.

“Don’t sit like that, it’ll hurt more.”

“I’ll do what I want.”

He knew your mood wouldn’t improve easily, and maybe, just maybe, he felt a little bad. Not that he’d ever say it.

Instead, James did what he did best, he brought food.

Spicy rice cakes.

And damn it, he was right, food is the way to the heart.

You were less irritated now, especially when he offered you his portion too. You raised a suspicious brow. Was he planning something? But he let you eat. No tricks. No games.

“Cooled down?” he asked.

“Hmph.”

“Want anything else?”

“Nah.”

He gently checked your knee again. The bruise was bad. His fingers traced the edges, soft and slow.

“It’s not that bad,” you admitted quietly. “And honestly… maybe it wasn’t your fault.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It was.”

You blinked, surprised. You hadn’t expected him to agree.

“It’s not,” you said again, but then added slyly, “But if you insist… then maybe it was.”

He gave you a bored look. “I know what you’re doing.”

He flicked your forehead.

“Hey! That’s more injury!”

A moment of silence followed. He checked your forehead, now suddenly worried he’d actually hurt you.

“I’m kidding, okay?” you laughed, ruffling his hair.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

And just like that—he popped a lollipop into your mouth.

You nearly choked.

It was your favorite flavor.

“What the hell?!” you exclaimed.

“That’s for messing with me,” he grinned.

You glared at him, pretending you’d throw it at his face. He just laughed, unbothered.

“You got serious for a moment. It was scary,” you said.

Then, his voice softened for a moment.

“You got hurt, and I couldn’t get there fast enough. Of course I’d be serious.”

Maybe it was the golden light or the sea breeze, but your heart somersaulted. You wanted to scoff, bare minimum behavior, right? But somehow, it still made you giddy.

“Come here,” he said suddenly, stretching out his hand.

You didn’t hesitate. You hugged him tightly.

From a distance, the shop lady squinted and muttered, “Disgusting teenagers and their hormones.”

Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be.

You stayed like that—wrapped in warmth, the world melting away.

No responsibilities. No titles. No danger. Just the two of you.

And then, without warning, James pulled away, stood up, and carried you in his arms.

“What?! Put me down!” you squirmed.

“Shut up. If you walk on that knee, you’ll just whine the whole time. I’ll carry you till we get off the beach.”

You stared at him. Even after everything,even after all the accolades, the blood, the leadership, he was still just a boy.

And you were both just teenagers, about to say goodbye to your cocooned school world and enter the so-called adult one, filled with broken kids in grown-up bodies.

“Thanks,” you whispered, brushing your hand against his cheek.

He paused, eyes locking onto yours.

“James… have you ever thought?”

“Thought what?” he asked, your face inching closer.

“…Whether Goku is stronger or Saitama?”

He nearly dropped you.

“What the hell kind of question is that?! Your brain is definitely in your knee.” he said.

You just clung to him tighter and burst out laughing.

“You really got brain damage,” he muttered, gritting his teeth.

“No! It’s a legitimate debate! The world needs answers!”

“Weeb,” he said flatly.

“And you like weebs,” you teased, still laughing.

You noticed his irritation, which only made it funnier. Rare were the days you got the upper hand.

So you kissed his cheek.

Big mistake.

Now he had the upper hand.

“You were playing hard to get, huh?” he smirked. “Avoiding the real game?”

Shock. Disgust. Horror...all painted across your face—only made him laugh harder.

As the sun dipped low and the skies blushed in gold, it was just the two of you.

Two teenagers, stealing a moment of peace and joy, oblivious to the battles that lay ahead.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #james lee #kang dagyeom #dg #lee jihoon #james lee x reader #lookism james lee

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0lympian-c0uncil · 2 years ago

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This is amazing

Hey guys! A while back I wrote a twoshot about the aftermath of Ares' abduction. I like it a lot and want to post it here in the form of a single work.

The story is inspired by an off-hand comment from @0lympian-c0uncil.

Enjoy!

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All of the rooms and hallways in Demeter's palace are filled with a fresh, earthy scent, woven with a sweet floweriness just enough to bring peace of mind to visitors. Ares lay motionless on the soft mattress with a thin blanket draping on his lower half, silently breathing in the fragrance that soothes his writhing wounds. His body is covered in clean bandages, hiding away the serious gashes on his neck and limbs that are still stinging from the medical balm applied.

Apollo said he was lucky he was rescued before the chains “ate” deeper into his flesh. They won't kill him, no means of mortal way can kill a godly being as he is, but the metal engraving on the skin will be harder and more painful to remove. Not only that, Ares can hardly stomach anything solid, given that he had been left to rot in a chained jar for almost a lunar year - again, starvation cannot kill him, but leave serious damage that needs time to mend. While his organs are recovering, Apollo advised he only drink ambrosia for the next few days.

Demeter is sitting beside his bed, stirring a bowl of ambrosia with some herbs Apollo had previously instructed her to prepare before giving it to Ares.

After mixing the remedy well, Demeter sets the spoon aside and brings the bowl to the sick god, “Here, Ares, have some ambrosia. It’s a little bitter, but it should help,” she helps him get up at just enough angle so he won't choke himself when drinking, “Are you still hurt?”

Ares weakly shakes his head, “No, I'm good…”

Demeter supports her nephew with one arm, the other carefully feeds him the bowl of ambrosia, tilting it ever so slightly so the younger god can take tiny sips of the divine sustenance.

“Ugh–” The pungent bitterness of the herbs was sharp. Ares hates it.

“Careful, dear. Take one sip at a time,” the harvest goddess rubs circles on her nephew's back, encouraging him, “That's right. Just a little more.”

As much as his inside aches with every inch of its fiber and how much he wants to vomit what little he has left in his stomach, Ares keeps trying to drink some more ambrosia. Demeter can sense him shaking in agony under her firm hold, in contrast to the failed composure he is showing.

“Alright, that's it for now. You can't stomach all of it in one go,” she takes the bowl away and puts it back on the nightstand. She takes a napkin and cleans the corner of Ares' mouth slicked with ambrosia.

Carefully laying the war god back down on the mattress, Demeter wipes away droplets of sweat on his forehead, thoughtful eyes searching for any signs of discomfort on his violently pale face, “There, there. Is it any better, Ares?”

It does get somewhat better after a few minutes. The herbs Apollo prescribed him slowly, but surely washed his once-emptied bowels and eased the painful contraction. Ares sighs in relief.

“It is.”

“That's good to hear,” Demeter smiles sweetly, “I won't bother you more so you can catch some rest. Apollo said the herbs will work better when you're sleeping.”

“Auntie?”

Demeter is busy collecting the bowl and other utensils on the nightstand, answering the whispering call with a gentle, “Hm?”

Ares takes a few seconds to breathe in, finally mustering enough strength to speak up, “Thank you… for taking me in.” He meant it.

Demeter is the first deity Artemis and Hermes think of when they are looking for a place to bring a badly wounded Ares to. Olympus is too far away, and Zeus isn't always compassionate when his firstborn son is injured - they have all seen the way he mocks and belittles Ares when he is in pain. Hera doesn't hate her son as much as her husband does, but she doesn't seem to care enough when he is missing.

Oh, this poor child. Demeter woefully presses her lips together, “You don't have to thank me, Ares. I'm terribly sorry it took that long for us to find you.” She bends down to caress his bone-revealing face, looking back at him with eyes almost reddened by the pain she can sense from her nephew, “You must be suffering so much all this time.”

“It's… It's all fine now,” Ares answers breathily, “I'm fine now.”

Demeter brushes a strain of sweat-glistened hair from her nephew's eye, “Yes, you are here and safe now, and that's all it mattered.” She holds up a warm, reassuring smile as she speaks, “We will make sure you are.”

The giant rock crushing on Ares' heart crumbled into pieces. He feels lighter and relieved, all of the confined emotions squeezing through the cracks of the thick barrier on his throat. He wants to cry, and so he lets a stray teardrop slip from the corner of his eye.

Ares doesn't have to put up a brave face in front of his aunt. Demeter can always tell when someone is not in their best state. She leans to kiss the top of his head endearingly, “When you can eat again, would you like something for breakfast? Some teganites?”

The smile on Ares' face is quivering, but still a smile. He nods, “Sounds good, Auntie.”

“Alright. If you don't mind, I'll make some olive relish too.”

“It'll be wonderful.”

“Very well. Now rest, you will feel better after a good sleep,” Demeter tucks her nephew under the blanket.

“Yes, Auntie.”

Not long after Demeter leaves, Persephone sneaks into the room. Ares doesn't have to look to know that it's her. The familiar footsteps and the clear, mellow voice are quick to give away the entering goddess.

“You still alive, buddy?”

Ares heaves a heavy sigh, “Still alive. Where are Hermes and Artemis?” The herbs are working. He can feel his body less tense and aching.

Persephone pulls the chair her mother had used before and sits on it, “They've gone back to Olympus to report to Zeus about the rescue mission.”

Hearing this, Ares almost rolled his eyes, “Like he'd care.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

Noticing Persephone resting her chin with an arm on the nightstand, Ares raised an eyebrow. “Aren't you gonna let a sick god rest?”

“No,” Persephone grins with her teeth out.

“You're a bitch,” Ares groans.

“As is your mother.”

Ares immediately frowns in dismay, “Hey, do not speak of my mother like that!”

“Was I wrong?” Persephone retorts, “You're gonna cover for her after she'd abandoned you for a whole year?”

“That's… She didn't know where I was!”

“She doesn't care to know.”

Ares is mildly annoyed, “Wow, what a nice thing to say to an abduction victim.”

But right then and there, he shuts his mouth. Persephone doesn't lash out or even show any negative on her face at his rude remark. He is not the only one who suffers from this traumatic experience. The goddess sitting next to him is also an abduction victim. And she will never truly be free as he is now, forever bound to the place she'd been imprisoned for days.

Persephone's breath slightly hitched at the recall of the worst days of her immortal life, but she stayed composed, “It doesn't matter now.”

“It is!” Ares almost cried out, “I'm sorry, Kore. I didn't mean to…”

“It's alright, Ares,” his cousin looks away.

The tragic incident was centuries ago, yet Persephone still remembers it. The fear and horror of being held hostage in the Underworld for so long, like she was still the young goddess crying in despair from the far depths below. Everything is dark, cold, and suffocating –

“It's like you were trapped in a jar, screaming for help but no one came.”

“And your life is at the mercy of another.”

Persephone's eyes turn back to Ares. Her lush green eyes are like a field of grass on a day with no wind. But deep down, there has been a deep cut in her that is still gasping in pain, just like the bleeding gashes on his flesh.

Empathic wrenched the war god’s chest as he murmured, “It's horrible.” What they have been through. It was horrible.

“And yet, we've both survived,” Persephone smiles, “You are here now, aren't you?”

Ares chuckles humorlessly, “Yes. Here I am, still a disgrace to the gods.” What's good of a god if he can't even free himself? Ares admits there are times in that jar, he'd question his own godhood, wondering if he even deserves this title, or if he is nothing but a prisoner of his own patheticness.

“You are not pathetic.”

It was said out of nowhere, and for a second Ares thought Persephone could read his mind. The goddess reaches out to hold his hand, the one not covered in bandages.

“Ares, you are still a god in your own right no matter what happens. The abduction doesn't redefine who you are. You made it, and you are strong despite it all.” She squeezes his palm, “It wouldn't be easy to get back on your feet, but trust me, time will heal.”

Wounds will bleed and mend, and scars will be all that is left. Scars are ugly, they will never stop recalling the trauma, the nagging voice telling him that it is real . But Ares doesn't have to resent his scars, but chooses to embrace them as live evidence that, indeed, he had survived it all and came out of the storm steadier, much more than before.

“Look, this might sound a bit pushy. But if you feel like war and Olympus is too overwhelming, you can always come here,” Persephone suggests, “We can have fruit, drink wine, and maybe gossip with others.”

“There are others?”

“You're away most of the time so you probably don't know this. Mother and I welcome everyone to our orchard for relaxing. Apollo, Artemis, and Dionysus are frequent visitors, they would have camped here if they didn't have other duties. Hermes would drop by for some refreshments during his errands. Athena and Aphrodite show up every once in a while too, even managing to bring Hephaestus along.”

“I…” Ares can't find the right word for a moment. This is unexpected to him, and somewhat touching. He doesn't know he will be welcome with the others. “I don't know what to say.”

“Hey, people will get tired of Olympian drama every once in a while,” Persephone laughs playfully, “You gotta have somewhere to escape the shit storm, no?”

Ares titters, “I suppose…”

This time, Persephone stands up, “You can think about this offer as you rest. I gotta go now.” She winks at him, “See you later, soldier boy!”

“See you.”

As the goddess leaves the room, the earthy scent woven with a sweet floweriness once again circles his nose. Ares leisurely breathes them in, letting the air fill his lungs to the brim - and it doesn't hurt to breathe anymore. The smell is gentle and soothing and reminds one of a haven to seek when lost and confused. Where it feels safe.

#I have never loved something so much in my life!!#I owe you my writing skills anything you want written I'll write it. Just ask!!!#I love how gentle and motherly Demeter is to Ares when Hera wouldn't #persephone being the sister/cousin everyone needs #there is so much about this I could say but I can't put it all into words #❤️💓💕💞💗💘#demeter #ares #persephone #greek mythology

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madamechrissy · 3 months ago

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I saw your post about the constant asks about updates. Babe, I am not a big fan of au or x reader but I'd read anything as long as you write. This is to say, fuck the ungrateful ones who can't tolerate one-week wait. THAT IS BASICALLY NOTHING!! Plus the word count on each of them!!

Anyone who writes knows what an insane (complimentary) writer you are. I write too and I am genuinely jealous of what you're capable of. Your constant fresh ideas, your writing and delivery of it EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

You give and give and give and it's still not enough? You don't owe them anything just because they leave a heart (well, yeah that's sweet of them but still, unreasonable ask man). You take your time, babe. You have a life outside of this and you write for you first. If your readers can't understand that, it's on them. Atp I'm just venting, so byeee!!

hello my love omg you're so sweet 😭😭💓 I feel like as fellow writers we never ask bc we KNOW all the time, inspo and work that goes into writing as well as editing and posting+ goodness just making banners, playlists and html coloring and taglists takes so much on here people don't realize 🥺🥺🥺 and I am so glad you appreciate my works omg!

I write a LOT and I think anyone who enjoys my work reads like everything aha or goes and rereads things like you said the main ppl know I am just one person. I appreciate you so much for your sweet words and feel better that you understand ❤️ 💕 I will def not let a few very pushy impatient people annoy me again 😭😭💗💗

#jjk x reader #inbox #ty bb!#fic writing

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sunsetsandsunshine · 11 months ago

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HAIAIAIII !!!

I wanna request a tk fic 😇🫶🏻🫶🏻 so uhmm what about a Ler!Jeanette Ler!Brittany and Lee!Eleanor?? from alvin and the chimpmunks !!

~ 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚜. 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 ~

🩷💜🩵 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @giggly-cloud 🩷💜🩵

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝙷𝙸𝙷𝙸𝙷𝙸 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴!!!!! 𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝙰𝚃𝙲— 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 😭💔! 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘…“𝚝��?” 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 “𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎” 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 😇💝💗💕💓˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟸𝟹𝟺

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 🐿️🩵

𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢 🐿️🩷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 🐿️💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜; 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜. 𝙳𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕…

𝚆𝙴’𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝙶𝙴𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁: @shut-up-jo @itzsana-kiddingmenow

@aeinzzzketchup @veryblushyswitch @mysteriouslee

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝙸*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚜 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ☝🏾🥸)! 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 :𝟹)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢 ˚*•✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“You…do know Billie is better than Taylor, right?” Eleanor said, grinning smugly at her eldest sister on the couch.

The eldest sister in question huffed out a bitter laugh, meeting the smallest chipmunk’s wicked smile with a sharp glare, “Ihi beheg your pardon, Ellie?”

Although, the tallest of the three just sighed sadly as her sisters continued to bicker (for, like, the millionth time), sinking into the couch seat slightly as she observed WWIII being displayed right in front of her.

Before all of this…drama, the three preteen sisters figured it would be best to spend as much time with each other as possible and take advantage of the Summer break.

Since school would hit as soon as Autumn started to roll around, they would have to go on tour, and go to school and a whole bunch of mega important stuff that would keep their hands full 24/7…

So, sitting on the couch and watching TV together peacefully was something they initally planned to do.

And it was peaceful! Veeery peaceful in fact.

That was until Eleanor randomly started boasting about how the movie they were watching would be 100x better if 'Hit Me Hard and Soft' was the soundtrack.

But the thing was, they were currently watching Back to the Future. Which, if you didn’t know, aired in 1985. So it wouldn’t really make all that much sense if one of Billie Eillish’s album’s was the soundtrack…but Jeanette wasn’t one to question (that much anyway).

The harmless comment caused the tiiiiinest ounce of outrage from Brittany as she went on and ON listing all the album’s Taylor had whilst mocking about the fact that Billie only has three as of right now.

Petty sibling arguments at its finest…

“Guys, can we please just watch the movie…?” Jeanette meekly offered as her two sisters glared absolute daggers at each other, “I think it’s getting to the really good part…!”

“You said that exact same sentence fifteen minutes ago, Jennie.” The pink cladded chipmunk deadpanned, “Besides, avenging Taylor is wahaaaay more important than any weird time travel space movie.”

“It’s called Back to the Future…” The tallest chipmunk muttered as she adjusted her purple glasses.

“Whatever.” The blue eyed teen huffed, “Anyway, Ellie…I think you owe Taylor an apology.”

“AN APOLOGY?!” Eleanor squawked in awe, “The only person who should be apologizing is Taylor herself! There are waaaaaaay too many people on this Earth that deserve a Nobel Prize in Physics but yet she got one by just existing!”

The purple eyed teen winced at the comment, sinking into the couch deeper as she saw her older sister get gradually more angry.

“Wehell, I guess you haven’t read her research as the lead scientist of the Large Hadron Collider at CERN.” The elder glared.

“No, no I haven’t.” The youngest said snarkingly as she crossed her arms, “I have better things to do with my time. Besides, she gives us blonde’s a bad name and I am not here for it.”

“Heeeeere we go…” The brunette mumbled knowingly as she went on her phone.

Brittany’s left eye twitched as she stood up on the sofa, putting a hand on her hip, “Well, at least she can keep a consistent hair color! Your emo music artist changed her hair color to every shade on the rainbow!”

“And?” Eleanor pressed on, “At least Billie looks good in every single one! Taylor being a brunette was just not it and you know it.”

“YOU LITTLE—!” Brittany sucked in a breath, exhaling slowly as her icy blue eyes met sassy emerald green. “I know you did nohot just—”

“I just did.” The younger cut off as she stuck her tongue out teasingly, “What are you gonna do about it?”

“…Why don’t I show you?” The eldest chipmunk grinned, basically pouncing on her youngest sister as the two wrestled to get the upper hand.

And out of context? It honestly looked like a WWE match.

“GEHET OFF OF ME!” The mint cladded chipmunk screeched.

“Not uhuntil you admit Taylor is better.” The blue eyed teen smiled sweetly.

And to a random stranger, that quote on quote 'sweet smile' probably looked 100% genuine. But to Jeanette and Eleanor…?

…That smile had a whoooooole different meaning…

“N-NEVER!” The blonde exclaimed as she pushed her hands on the other’s chest.

“Fine then. Have it your way.” The strawberry blonde giggled as she tickled the youngest’s sides casually and effortlessly. The green eyed chipmunk let out a loud but short scream as she descended into small giggles, hugging herself as she squirmed left and right.

“B-BriHIHIT! STAhap IHIT!!!” The youngest squealed.

“Ihi’m barely even tickling you, Ellie. Don’t tell me it’s that bad~!” Brittany snickered as she changed her scribbling to squeezing her sister’s sides mercilessly. “STAHA— squeak YOHOUR MEEHEAN!!”

The oldest of the three chipmunks dramatically gasped, moving her fingers to knead at Eleanor’s underarms, “Me? Mean? Ohhhhh no no no no no no no. I’m not being mean…you’re just super ticklish.”

The younger blushed slightly, clamping her arms down almost immediately whilst kicking her legs on the couch, “H-HUHUSH UP! SOHO AHARE YAHA— hic YOHOU!”

The strawberry blonde chuckled fondly at her sibling’s weak rebuttal, sneaking one of her hands out of the other’s underarms to try and tickle her neck but was stopped as Eleanor grabbed her wrist.

“I know I am but what are you~?” Brittany scoffed lightly as she stopped her tickling altogether, crossing her arms as she raised a very amused brow.

The two sister’s made eye contact— one completely amused by the very silly turn of events as the other was waiting for her grave to be buried. “Come on and share…since you wanna be all sassy today: share with the class. What are you, little sister~?”

At that tease, the green eyed chipmunk’s sassiness most definitely just went down the drain and into the ocean for sure.

The youngest let out a small, giggly whine, looking at her immediate older sister at the end of the couch in seek for help. But the only response she got was a mere shrug as she gave Eleanor an apologetic smile.

Eleanor covered her face in embarrassment, her tail softly swishing against the couch cushion as her giggles became more giddy and desperate, “I-Ihim tihicklish…” She muttered out.

“Sorry…didn’t hear that.” The pink cladded preteen mused.

“I-I-Ihihi’m tihihicklish!!” The youngest tried again.

“Whaaaaaat?”

“I-Ihi sahahaid Ihi’m t-tihihicklish!!”

“Sorry…one more time~? I really can’t hear you—“

“IHI’M TAHA— squeak IHI’M TIHIHICKLISH!!!” The blonde basically screamed.

“Pfft— yeah, I know.” The eldest snickered as she kneaded the other’s hips.

Eleanor let out a large and loud squeal as she weakly hit the other’s arms and hands, bucking and twisting around to at least make Brittany’s grip on her hips loosen a bit.

But the blue eyed chipmunk just snickered evilly at the action, casually tickling her where the thigh met the hip, leaving the youngest of the three in absolute stitches.

Jeanette looked away from her phone and directed her attention to her two sister’s silly situation, smiling happily. Well…at least they were bonding instead of tugging at each other’s throats.

The purple eyed chipmunk looked towards the hallway, rolling her eyes fondly as she saw a red blur basically sprinting into the living room.

“Hey guys!” Alvin said quickly, basically jumping up and down where he stood, “Me, Si and Theo are gonna go skateboarding outside and we were wondering if you guys would wanna— uhhhhhh...wow.”

As the hazel eyed chipmunk became more aware to what was going on in front of him, a small flustered blush appeared on his face as he tried to not look at the pink and mint duo— who didn’t even seem to notice he walked in (which was very rude by the way…)

The purple cladded chipmunk raised a brow at her little brother’s facial expression, “Alv, you need something? You said you wanted us to—”

“Nope. Nah. Nada. I don’t need aaaaaanything…” Alvin mumbled out quickly and quietly, averting his gaze from the scene displaying in front of him to not worsen the tingly butterfly feeling in his stomach.

“AHALVIN! DOHON’T JUHU— hic JUHU— squeak JUHUST STAHAND THEHEHERE!! HEHELP MEEHEEHEE!” The blonde cried.

“Ehellie…my dear bahahaby sihister whom Ihi adore dearly. I would absoltuely lohove to hehelp yohou with your current…predicament but, uhm…I hahave places to go ahand plahaces to be. Sooooo aaaaanyways gOODLUCKBYELOVEYOUUUU!!!” And with that, the red cladded chipmunk Usain Bolted out of the living room.

“AHAHALVIN YAHA— squeak COHOME BAHACK hic HEHERE YOHOU TRAITOR!!!” Eleanor squealed, letting out small hiccups and squeaks that bounced off the living room’s walls.

Brittany shared a knowing glance at Jeanette, causing the tallest of the three to nod quietly, sitting next to her little sister as she thrashed around. “Seems like that spot is really bad…” The glasses wielding chipmunk mused.

“IHIT IHIHIS! YOHOU squeak KNOHOW MY hic HIHIHIPS ARE A BAHAD SPAHA— squeak!!!”

“That’s not the only thing that’s bad~!” The purple eyed chipmunk said as she traced Eleanor’s sides lightly, “With all your thrashing and squirming, I noticed you have one missing rib…”

“NAHAHA— hic NOHO IHI DAHA— squeak DOHOHON’T!!!”

The tallest giggled of the three giggled, “Ihi just want to check to make sure—”

“NOHOHOHOH!”

“Just a quick check—”

“N-NOHOHAHA! AHA STAHAP! STOHOP BEING MEAN!” The youngest screeched as she descended into a fit of loud laughter.

“You’re mean for not letting me tickle your neck.” Brittany mused as she used one hand to scribble the crook of her baby sister’s neck while her other hand continued to squeeze at her hip, “That’s better~!” The eldest sing-songed.

The mint cladded chipmunk scrunched up her shoulder in a weak attempt to at least cease some of the tickles, but to her dismay…it just made it way worse. The youngest dropped her hands to her sides, her legs weakly kicking underneath Brittany as her tail wagged, “IHIHIT TIHICKLES!! BEEHEE NIHIHICE!!!”

“I was gonna be nice~!” The eldest sang, “But since you didn't let me get your neck…I'll just tickle your tummy then.” The blue eyed preteen grinned, wiggling her finger’s near the blonde’s stomach teasingly.

The younger’s eyes widened in panic at the tease/light threat, grabbing her older sister’s wrists in an attempt to stop her, “N-NAHA hic squeak NOHO! IHIHI HAHATE hic hic IHAT THAHA— squeak THEHEHERE!!!”

“But…I thought you liked it here?” Jeanette said genuinely as she stopped tickling her sister’s sides. The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes fondly for her immediate younger sister’s…compassion for all mankind.

It was sickening, honestly…

“She does like getting tickled there, Jean. It’s one of her favorite spots…you know this.” Brittany said as she shook her head.

“But she just said she didn’t!” The purple cladded chipmunk exclaimed.

The blondie groaned at her two sister’s conversation…

God, would they just tickle her already?! She was dying in anticipation here!!!

Her two sister’s then looked at her— Brittany glanced at Jeanette as if to say 'I told you so'.

And that’s when the youngest realized she said alllllllll of that out loud…

Eleanor buried her face into her arms, her face heating up as the dreaded ghost tickles got worse and worse.

“…So you do like it! You just didn’t want to admit it.” The purple eyed chipmunk clarified as she put one on one together, “And earlier…you were taunting and bickering with Britt so she and I would tickle you, right?”

The younger’s face just went as red as a tomato, causing her older sister’s to fall into a giggle fit with her. “That makes so much more sense now.” The tallest grinned, tickling her little sister’s stomach and sides. The youngest of the three covered her mouth, shaking her head.

Oh this was gonna tickle so bad…

“I think you can laugh louder than that~!” Jeanette hummed, blowing a raspberry in the crook of Eleanor’s neck while dancing her fingers all over her stomach.

The eldest huffed out a laugh in triumph, cracking her knuckles teasingly as she kneaded the younger’s hips whilst blowing a raspberry on the other side of her neck. The blonde screamed with laughter, happy tears building up in her eyes.

“There we go~! Much better. Don’t you agree, Jennie?” The strawberry blonde snickered.

“Oho I definitely agree.” The brunette said as she nodded in agreement, “Ahhh tickle tickle tickle~!You’re so tickle tickle ticklish, little sis~!”

“BRIHIHIT!! JEHEHE— hic JEHE— squeak!!! GUHUYS PLAHAHEEEEEASE!!!” Eleanor cried. The two sister’s sighed lovingly, stopping their ticklish torment on the youngest as they sat back on the couch.

The purple cladded chipmunk wrapped her little sister in a soft but protective hug, planting a kiss on her temple, “Are you alright? Me and Britt didn’t go too far, right…?”

“N-Noho I’m hic goohoohood. Yohou two ahare hic mean, thohough…” The youngest said through her giggle fit, resting the back of her head on Jeanette’s chest, “Wahait…dihid the mohovie ehend already…?”

“Yes it did!” Brittany chuckled, getting up to grab the remote which was on the couch rest, “Whihich is why we are going to be watching Taylor Swift Reputation Stadium Tour!” The eldest squealed, flipping through the channels to go to Netflix.

Jeanette and Eleanor shared a knowing glance with one another, rolling their eyes as the concert began to play.

Oh well…Eleanor would just have to get her revenge afterwards.

'Expect the unexpected' is what her brother Alvin would say, anyway.

And besides! After they’re done watching…maybe she’ll come to like Taylor’s music.

…Maybe.

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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

#GRUAGGHHHH #Alvin and the Chipmunks tickle #Alvin and the Chipmunks tickle fic #AATC tickle #AATC tickle fic #Lee!Eleanor #Ler!Brittany #Ler!Jeanette #YES YEES YES IM AWARE ELEANOR’S COLOR IS GREEN #But guys I’m sorry it always pissed me off how we had red - pink #Blue - purple #Then green on green liKE BROTHA EUGHHH 😵🤚🏾#No thanks ☺️— teal/aquamarine/mint Ellie all the WAYYYYYY 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵#I lowkey feel like Jeanette listens to My Chemical Romance hehehehsj #MY HEADCANONS ARE ALL OVER THAT PLACE I SWEARRR‼️‼️‼️#Binging the live action AATC movies with my sis as I post this #Alvin is the legit ADHD creature idgaf #BUT HE IS SO LEE CORE OHHHH MY GOSH I LOVE HIM 🤧💗💞💕#MY SONNNNN #What are y’all tho? Team Taylor or Team Billie?????#I’m team Billie 🤩🖤💚 SHE EAAAAATS #Also she fine as hell #Hope you like this Cloudie it’s been such an honor getting to know you!!!!!#Also it’s been fun teasing you ofc ur adorbs 💖💕💗💞💝#Usain Bolts outta here 🏃🏾‍♀️#🇯🇲🇯🇲🇯🇲#Being hyperfixated on these lil guys again wasNOT on my 2024 bingo card…#But I’m not complaining 🤧🤚🏾#ALSO AATC TICKLE FANDOM I KNOW YOU EXIST #YOU WILL N O T HIDE FROM ME

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