Oh yeah today I actually organized my art files all the way back to 2012!! I have access to nearly ALL my years of digital art :]
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bro i just have to tell you that every time i read the tags of a post that makes me laugh out loud i check to see if itโs from you and it ALWAYS is. you have a gift and i salute you ๐ซก
i don't know what to SAY bestie i'm printing it out i'm adding it to my cv i'm hospitalised for smiling giggling and kicking my feet <33
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i am doing... not good (โ ย โ โนโ โฝโ โนโ ย โ )
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two people that matched each others freak | max verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x teammate!reader
summary: max verstappen and y/n l/n love to match each others freak.
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yourusername: what an unfortunate series of events. first crash kinda nervous ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ@/carlossainz kill yourself for what you did to me.
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user1: LMAO THE CASUAL SELFIE AFTER THAT BIG ASS CRASH ??
user2: carlos deserves way more then a 5 place penalty after thatโฆ
user3: no literally ??? y/n is literally BLEEDING !!
maxverstappen1: yeah @/carlossainz. KILL YOURSELF.
user4: you tell โem max ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ฃ๏ธ
user5: queens first crash and itโs not even her fault ๐๐
user6: queens first crash and she almost DIES
user7: carlos hate club reunite !!!
user8: oh letโs notโฆ
user9: to quote y/n: โaccidents happen. i know carlos didnโt get into his car with the intention of hurting me. thereโs no hard feelings whatsoever.โ
carlossainz: IM SO SORRY Y/N.
yourusername: i only take apologies in cash and gift cards xx.
maxverstappen: i only take apologies in cash.
carlossainz: why would i apologize to you?
maxverstappen1: because you almost killed my bestfriend.
carlossainz: do you accept venmo?
user8: max still calling y/n his bestfriend even tho theyโve been dating for two years now is so ??
user9: they were bestfriends for 6 years before that so..
charles_leclerc: give us a big scare there l/n ๐ฌ happy youโre okay!
yourusername: thank you charles โค๏ธ but because you are carlos teammate, i feel like i am also owed compensation from you as well.
maxverstappen1: yeah leclerc! pay up!!
charles_leclerc: text me the amount ๐
user10: i love how max just goes along with everything y/n says???
user11: we love a man who matches his gfs freak โค๏ธโค๏ธ
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maxverstappen1: thank you to @/charles_leclerc and @/carlossainz for funding our date night ๐
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user12: NO WAY
user13: CARLOS AND CHARLES ACTUALLY SENT THEM THE MONEY ???
user14: this is so cute ๐ฅน
user15: yns so pretty ๐
maxverstappen1: the prettiest ๐๐
user16: i just looked at my bf and sighed
charles_leclerc: ofc!! cute couple ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ
user17: charles definitely has a favorite couple
user18: y/n, my favorite nerd
user19: max, my favorite nerd lover
user20: perfect couple
user21: i have a theory that y/n and max are so happy together because they genuinely compliment each other so well
user21: they literally clicked as soon as they met, and they have said that โthey feel at homeโ with each other, they can be their true selves when theyโre together
user21: conclusion; iโm lonely and i wish i had a relationship like this
carlossainz: youโre welcome ig. am i forgiven now?
yourusername: weโll see!
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f1gossip: throwback thursday!!! throwback to when max and y/n broke the internet, by announcing they were both no longer virgins..through cake.
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user22: oh yes the good old days
user23: been matching each others freak since DAY ONE
user24: back when ynstappen was still not OFFICIALLY confirmed
user25: you should throwback to when max refused to resign with red bull until they gave y/n a multi-year contract โบ๏ธโบ๏ธ
user26: this was a CRAZY day for f1
user27: this connected the dots for all the ynstappen shippers because they basically confirmed they lost their virginity to EACHOTHER!!
user28: did we ever find out whoโs idea this was?
user29: a couple months ago it was brought up and max spoke: โi know lots of people think it was yns idea..but it was actually mine. i guess i was just tired to hiding our relationship, so i brought it up, and y/n thought it was hilarious.โ
user30: my parents โ๏ธโ๏ธ
user31: from teammates, to friends, to bestfriends, to lovers. living my dream.
user32: them.
user33: if they breakup i will genuinely never believe in love ever again.
user34: them becoming bestfriends was so unexpected, but made so much sense.
user35: if it werenโt for the ice cream shop they never would have happened โน๏ธ
user36: pls explain?
user35: this is when y/n and max had just started the season as teammates, max hadnt performed his best at one of the races, coming in at 6th with y/n behind in 7th
user35: after the race, y/n had unexpectedly asked max to go get ice cream with her at a ice cream shop nearby
user35: max, feeling like he didnโt deserve to celebrate in anyway, declined. but y/n persisted, basically pulling him into that ice cream shop
user35: thatโs when max said he truly had the time of his life, he felt happy, even though his race went horrible, he said that he has so much fun with yn and that he has never laughed so hard; the start of ynstappen โน๏ธ
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yourusername: siri, play nasty by tinahe.
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maxverstappen1: listening to it right now!
maxverstappen1: oh wow
maxverstappen1: i like this liefde!! ๐๐
maxverstappen1: come to the room so we can listen together!!
yourusername: coming!! ๐๐
landonorris: you are aware you can text privately right?
user36: THE ICE CREAM SHOP PICTURE
user37: he looks so happy ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
user38: sobs
user39: y/n healing maxs inner child is something i KNEW i needed.
user40: power couple !!!
danielricciardo: i been a nasty girl, i been a nasty girl
user41: i need someone to love me like max loves y/n
landonorris: whos gonna match my freak ๐ฃ
user58: ME I WILL PLS LANDO I WILL
user42: the first picture?? ๐ญ๐ญ
user43: omg the second picture. iโm going to throw up with joy. i love you guys.
user44: ynstappen ships used to PRAY for days like these.
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maxverstappen1: iโll match her freak!!! i will !!!
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user45: yes max, we know
user46: i just looked at my boyfriend and sighed
user47: the shirt???
maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo thank you for the shirt :D i love it ๐
user48: iโm totally ready for max to wear that shirt on race dayโฆ
yourusername: the perfect photographer ๐ฅฐ
maxverstappen1: itโs easy when my muse is perfect โบ๏ธโบ๏ธ
user49: that SHOULD BE ME.
user50: con๐ฅนgra๐ฅนtula๐ฅนtions
user51: no one will ever understand how much i love this couple
user52: we love a man who matches his gfs energy โ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ
user53: so happy for you guys! haha. ha. ha. so happy.
charles_leclerc: beautiful shirt mate!
user54: the way charles and max still donโt follow each other but this is charles every time max post:
user55: oh! such a cute shirt! haha, ha, iโm so lonely.
user56: max could do better
maxverstappen1: kill yourself you worthless piece of garbage
user57: yโall saying you miss mad max but he makes an appearance every time someone says something negative about y/n ๐ญ
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notes: took a small break to enjoy my summer break start!! but iโm back, request are open !!
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something more
pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader
summary: you and aaron are friends with feelings more obvious than you think. or: 5 times the team suspects you and hotch are dating +1 time they know it.
word count: 6.6k
warnings: friends to lovers, the team being a little nosy, pining idiots!!!, probably inaccurate descriptions of bau jobs (for the plot!), a very small injury, a birthday, a first kiss, and fluff!
a/n: hiii this one has been a long time coming so thank you guys for being so patient with me!!! and special thanks to the anon who requested this one! i hope u guys enjoy it and please please let me know what you think <3 ily
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Aaron Hotchner was never someone you thought you could be this close to.
Coming to the BAU, youโd been intimidated more than anything. As Unit Chief, heโs got a reputation thatโs hard to ignore. Professional, brave, cold when he has to be. His success and talent were undeniable, and all you wanted to do was prove that you belonged there, too.
Then, you really met him, and he surprised you in a way you hadnโt expected. Hotch was kind right off the bat, welcoming you to the team with a smile that felt like some sort of prize.
He was an excellent boss. Understanding and protective, quick to defend anyone on the team like they were his own family. Except, he was so much more than just your boss.
Now, youโd call him your closest friend, someone whoโs number youโd call if you were in trouble. Heโs your closest friend and yet you feel so much more for him.
It started slow, a friendship blooming the way a plant does with just enough sunlight. It was a shared smile here, a nudge of the shoulder there. It grew to be a seat next to him reserved for you on every plane ride.
Today, itโs eating lunch with him in his office.
Aaron usually works through lunch, more eager to get things done than he is to worry about skipping a meal. Somehow, with two tupperware containers in your hand and a sweet smile, youโd managed to get him to take a break.
โWhatcha doing?โ Youโd asked.
Hotch looked up from his paperwork then, dropping his pen because you were in his doorway. โYou know, Unit Chief business. Reports.โ
โSounds like you have time for lunch, then.โ You set the containers down on his desk, making sure to avoid the papers heโd just been working on.
โI should really get this done-โ
โHotch,โ you stopped him, โyou and I both know that youโre always ahead on this stuff because you stay here so late. Lunch wonโt set you back.โ
With a shake of his head and the biting back of a smile, a simple twitch at the corners of his mouth, Aaron agreed and stacked his paperwork off to the side.
Thatโs how youโve ended up in the chair thatโs usually on the opposite side of his desk, only now itโs tugged to be next to his. Your knees touch every so often when one of you shifts, and the warmth stays with you even when the contact is gone.
โSorry itโs nothing fancy,โ you say as he opens the container you brought for him.
โDonโt apologize. Itโs great.โ Hotch has a way of saying things that make them sound true, no matter how few words he uses, so you accept it.
โOkay, good!โ Thereโs a small silence, a lull as you both take your first bites. โCan I help with anything?โ
Aaron looks from the paperwork to your face, your eyes already on his. โYou donโt have to do that.โ
โI want to,โ you reassure him. โI think sometimes you forget that you arenโt the only one who can do this stuff.โ
He knocks his knee against yours. Purposeful this time. A silent โthank you.โ
โLike you said, Iโm ahead anyways. Iโve got it.โ
โCome on, Hotch. Iโm already done with my report from our last case. Iโve got time. Let me help.โ
Heโs always been reluctant to accept help, to ask for it, but when youโre asking so sweetly, when itโll give him an excuse to spend more time with you, itโs hard for Aaron to say no.
โAlright. You help for an hour, thatโs it.โ
You grin at him, like his acceptance of your offer was some kind of gift heโd given you. Your nose crinkles a little with it, and his hand flexes in his lap, like heโs fighting not to reach out to you.
โOkay, put me to work, boss.โ
โWe just started lunch,โ he says, a little chuckle puffing out.
โHave you ever heard of multitasking, Agent Hotchner?โ
Aaron laughs, shaking his head as he reaches for one of the files in the stack heโd made and hands it to you. Heโd call everyone at the BAU a friend, but thereโs something different, something more about how heโd describe you.
Heโs grown closer to you than he usually lets himself get to people, like youโre the only one with the right tools to break through walls heโs put up. You see each other outside of work (on the rare days you arenโt working), and still, he feels like itโs never long enough.
Hotch briefly wonders if he could just move your desk into his office. He shakes off the thought and what it might mean.
Head bent, youโre now focused on the work he gave you, and Aaron takes the chance to admire you. His eyes flick over your profile, the light hitting your cheeks, the flutter of your eyelashes every time you blink.
As if you could feel his gaze on you, you turn towards him and smileโa small, closed-mouth smile, but a smile all the sameโbefore turning your attention back to the page.
When you take a pause and take another bite of your lunch, a small drop of sauce lands on your thigh. โOh, shit.โ
Aaron grabs a tissue from the box on his desk, wrapping it over his fingertip before wiping the small spot from your leg, his finger a spark against you even through your pants.
โGood thing you wore black,โ he says, tossing the tissue in the garbage. His hand, however, stays on your leg, and though the touch is light the weight of it feels the opposite. Heavy, huge.
โGood thing youโre here to clean up after me, more like.โ
Your eyes meet, and you share a smile with Hotch the way you often do. Mid-conversation, across a room, itโs a smile you sort of reserve for each other.
In the main office below, Derek, Spencer, and JJ stand together, watching the interaction through the window into Hotchโs office. You and Aaron seem to be in your own bubble, completely unaware of your small audience.
โTheyโve gotta be together,โ Derek is the first to speak, waving a hand towards the office where you and Hotch are talking. โI mean, come on.โ
โI donโt know,โ JJ shrugs, โthey both seem kinda clueless.โ
โWe probably shouldnโt speculate about them,โ Spencer, always the sweetheart, says. โBut, statistically, Hotch never eats lunch. Just saying.โ
JJ pats Reid on the shoulder, huffing out a laugh before she heads back to her desk.
You stay in Aaronโs office much longer than an hour that day.
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Punctuality is important in the BAU. Really, if youโre not early, youโre late. Youโve always got to be ready, wheels up in ten, or five.
You suppose that doesnโt really apply to outside-of-the-office parties at Garciaโs.
Itโs rare that youโre all available at the same time, from late nights at the bureau to families, itโs tough to make your schedules line up when you arenโt working, which is why whenever she can, Penelope likes to host drinks for the team.
Youโre on your way there now, or, you should be. Instead, youโre getting ready in your bedroom while Aaron waits in your living room.
Hotch has offered to drive you to these things every time, and with every offer, comes your easy answer of โyes.โ Heโd been outside in his car for five minutes before he decided to call, because youโre usually in his passenger seat within seconds of him pulling over by your building.
The ringing of your phone had your eyes blinking open, squinted against the sudden brightness of your TV. Youโd accidentally fallen asleep, and, still disoriented, picked up the phone. โHello?โ
โHey, everything okay?โ Itโs Aaronโs voice on the other line, and you pull your phone away for a second to check the time before sitting up quickly.
โShit, Hotch, I mustโve fallen asleep. Iโm so sorry.โ
โItโs alright, I can wait for you.โ Heโd wait as long as you need, he thinks. The thought passes through like a leaf blown in the wind, freely, randomly.
โHave you been waiting long?โ You ask, fingers tugging at a loose thread in your pants.
โNo, donโt worry. Barely five minutes.โ
And he still wanted to check on you.
โWhy donโt you come in? My couch is probably more comfortable than your car, right?โ
โYou sure?โ He checks, like he hasnโt been to your place before, like youโd ever not want him there.
โGet in here, Hotchner.โ
You hung up before he could reply, and he laughed to himself in his car before shutting it off and doing exactly what youโd told him.
So, now, youโre rushing to find an outfit while Aaron sits on your couch by himself.
Even though heโs in the next room, you can feel his presence around you, the steady security he gives you, the warmth that seeps out of him even when he tries to hide it.
You settle on a knitted sweater, a skirt, and some tights, which you realize as you tug them on aren't the speediest of options, but itโs too late to change your mind now. With your hair figured out and the mascara that had smudged during your nap fixed, you step back out into the living room.
Aaron made himself at home while you were gone (he often feels that way with you, at home), sitting on your couch with his arms spread across the back. He looks better than he should there, suit stretched across his shoulders, and you have to clear your throat to snap yourself out of it.
โOkay, sorry again for the delay. Iโm ready to go.โ
He looks up as soon as you walk in, eyes skimming over your legs and the tights wrapped around them, your waist, up your neck. His gaze lands on your eyes the way it often does, like magnets.
He shakes his head, โdonโt be sorry. Weโll be what they call โfashionably late.โโ
You laugh, because who wouldโve thought that the words โfashionably lateโ would ever come out of Aaron Hotchnerโs mouth.
โWho taught you that one, huh?โ
โI like to keep my sources anonymous.โ
โWell okay, then. Letโs go be fashionably late, Hotch.โ
He lets you lead the way to the car, only jogging up ahead to open your door before you can reach it yourself.
During the drive to Penelopeโs, you take control of the music with little objection from Aaron, and when it gets to a song you know he likes, you sing along, encouraging him to do the same.
โLetโs hear it, Agent Hotchner.โ You hold your fist out like thereโs a microphone in it, looking at him with a grin on your face.
โI can't sing.โ Aaronโs fighting off a smile, because youโre sitting beside him, not too shy to sing along, being all cute and, briefly, he thinks about reaching out and grabbing your hand and holding on.
โSure you can! Everyone can sing, come on.โ You unfurl your faux microphone-holding fist and tug on the knot of his tie, โloosen up a little.โ
And, because you have some way of convincing him of thingsโfirst lunch, now thisโhe humors you by joining in for one chorus of the song. When your eyes light up a little, and your grin only widens, he canโt bring himself to be too concerned of how bad he probably sounds.
By the time youโre at Garciaโs door youโre a solid hour late, yet you and Aaron walk up to the door with matching smiles all the same.
โIโm getting you to do that every time I hear that song now, I hope you know.โ
โThat was a one time special,โ he says. He reaches over your shoulder to knock on the door. His hand brushes against you, featherlight and quick, a crackle over your skin.
On the other side, Morgan says, โmust be the lovebirdsโ when he hears the sound.
You and Aaron donโt hear him, only broken out of your little shared bubble when Penelope opens the door. โThere you guys are! I made your drinks but the ice might be melted by now. You know, โcause youโre late.โ
You know this is directed towards you more than it is Hotch, because Garciaโs a little intimidated by him still. You also know sheโs only joking, and greet her with a hug before stepping in.
Aaron isnโt far behind you, though at these things, he never is.
Youโre met with warm greetings from the team when you walk in, and you chat for a bit, but it isnโt long before things split off into smaller conversations. They all know that Aaron drives you to these things, and, as profilers, theyโre also all able to see the way you look at each other, the way the knot of his tie sits lower than usual.
In the corner, Emily leans over to Derek, saying, โusually it takes at least two drinks for Hotchโs tie to look like that.โ
โI told you, theyโre together,โ Derek shrugs.
โI donโt think they know that,โ Emily replies.
This time, Aaron hears them, and he canโt help but look towards you in the room the rest of the night, thinking and thinking and thinking.
He ends up deciding that they might have a point. That maybe, that shift in his heartbeat when youโre around isnโt nothing, isnโt just friends.
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The flight home from a case always feels the longest.
On the way there, youโre packing every hour with information about whatโs going on, talking to Garcia, reading police reports. Youโre all on edge, eager to get out there and help and do your jobs,
Then, on the way home, with another case solved, all youโre thinking about is going home, sleeping in your own bed, and time seems to go slower.
If your name happens to be Aaron Hotchner, youโd spend the plane ride home doing paperwork that actually can wait.
You and Aaron sit next to each other on pretty much every flight, though the seats have never been assigned. Itโs an unspoken thing, like your names are written on the fabric of the same two seats on the jet and thatโs just the way it is.
The first time was early on in your time on the team. It was a tough case for you, and Hotch seemed to know it without you having to say anything, so, when you got on the jet to come home, he smiled that small, twitch of his lips smile at you and nodded at the seat next to him. Youโve been sitting there ever since.
Today, your flight is on the shorter side, but feels long the way it always does. Trying to keep yourself occupied, you pull out your earbuds and shuffle your playlist, hoping that the songs will speed things up.
โSick of me already?โ Hotch speaks up when he notices your headphones.
You tilt your head to look at him. He looks tired, the way youโre sure you do, too, but never any less handsome. His eyes are soft where they meet yours, paired with a hint of a smile that youโre always able to catch.
โSick of you, Hotch? Never.โ You nod at the file he has open on the small table, โjust didnโt want to distract you.โ
โI thought you enjoyed distracting me. Always telling me I work too much.โ
โโCause itโs true,โ you say. โThat doesnโt mean you listen.โ
โI listen to you more than I listen to most people.โ Aaronโs voice is gentle when he says it, the words sinking in and melting you just a little, sugary sweet. It could mean absolutely nothing, but with the way he keeps his eyes steady on yours, you donโt think it does.
โListen to this, then,โ you hand him one of your earbuds, and his fingers brush yours when he takes it from you. โBut you canโt make fun of me if a musical soundtrack comes on, okay?โ
โOkay,โ he huffs a small laugh, and you feel a little brighter. โI promise.โ
Youโre aware of the team having their own conversations in the rows in front of you and Hotch, but you canโt bring yourself to join in, because you and Aaron are sharing your earbuds and his head is bent just a little closer to yours. Itโs delicate, and youโll do your best not to break it.
You talk a little longer, until it naturally fizzles out and Hotch is back to working on his files and youโre bobbing your head along to your songs. Only now, Aaron sits closer to you, his arm against yours.
Heโs not sure what to do with his newfound realization that his feelings for you run far deeper than friendship. All Aaron knows is that he likes the feeling of you beside him, and that heโs planning on keeping you there as long as youโll let him.
Itโs quiet between the two of you aside from your occasional โthis is a good one,โ and his hum of acknowledgement.
Eventually, youโre relaxed enough that your eyes grow heavy, the sleep youโve been lacking suddenly catching up to you, and when you hit a patch of slower songs youโre fighting to stay awake.
When your head lulls onto Hotchโs shoulder, you jerk your head up, โsorry, Aaron.โ
His chest does something funny. A jump. Itโs not often you call him Aaron, and heโd listen to the sound of his name on your lips on a loop if he could. Because he canโt help himself, he scooches himself even closer to you.
He decides to call you something different, too, saying, โitโs alright, honey.โ
Youโre too sleepy to really read into that one, all you feel is the flutter in your stomach and Aaronโs hand on your head, gently guiding it to his shoulder.
When heโs sure youโre asleep, Hotch looks away from his files and over to you. Your cheek is squished against his shoulder, your lashes fanned shut. He thinks youโre the prettiest girl heโs ever seen.
Aaron doesnโt even feel the smile that spreads over his face as he reaches up and pushes your hair away from your face. Heโs completely unaware of the eyes that catch him, far too focused on you.
Emily turned around when she realized she hadnโt heard your voice in a bit, and she did it just in time to catch Hotchโs movement. Instead of saying something, she turns back around and shakes her head to herself.
Hopeless, she thinks.
Sleep doesnโt come so easily with this job, with the things you see, so Aaron canโt help but try and stay steady for you, and if that leads to him letting his eyes close and resting his head on yours, then so be it.
Itโs not until the end of the flight that the team checks on the two of you. As everyone stands and grabs their go bags, they notice the two of you, asleep next to each other, earbud wires hanging between you.
โShould we wake them up?โ JJ asks.
โHotch doesnโt get enough sleep as it is,โ Spencer chimes in. โNeither does she, actually.โ
Of course, Derek finishes with, โletโs leave the lovebirds to it,โ before the team gets off the plane.
Itโs only about twenty minutes later that Aaron does wake up, but he feels more well-rested than he has in a while, even with the kink in his neck.
Blinking his eyes open, heโs met with an empty jet and the comforting weight of your head on his shoulder. โShit,โ he sighs.
He debates waking you, ultimately deciding that youโd probably rather sleep in your bed rather than the seat of the BAUโs jet. Reaching up, he pulls your earbuds away, setting them on the table. With a brush of his fingertips to your cheek, he coaxed you awake.
โHey, honey,โ Aaronโs nearly whispering, like heโs afraid to scare you. Or, maybe, heโs convinced that if he moves too quickly, too loudly, this whole thing will fade away as if heโd been dreaming. โWake up, weโre home.โ
โHm?โ You grumble, scrunching your nose when he brushes your cheek again.
โWe fell asleep, but we landed.โ
โOh, god.โ You sit up properly, lifting your head. โIโm sorry, Aaron. Hotch.โ
โAaron is good,โ he eases you. โCome on, Iโll drive you.โ
Sleep-hazed, or maybe just happy that he can be Aaron to you, you agree easily and take his hand when he offers it, letting him lead you to his car.
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Youโve been spending more time at Aaronโs ever since that flight. In the car, heโd convinced you to stay over at his place in the guest room, since it was closer. With your go bag already in his car and heavy, sleepy eyes, it was hard for you to do anything but agree.
Itโs another slice of his life that heโs let you see, and you canโt help but feel like it means something, like youโre stepping further and further away from being coworkers who are friends and towards something different. Something more.
That flight feels like the catalyst, the thing that caused things to shift into what they are now.
Aaronโs couch is much more comfortable than yours, and though youโve yet to spend the night again, youโre sitting there with him at almost every chance. The time off you get is rare, and Aaron wanting to spend it with you sends flutters to your stomach whenever you think about it.
You feel like you know him better, getting to see his space, how he chose to decorate, what colors he likes, which ones he doesnโt. You also know what temperature he likes to set his thermostat.
โDo you enjoy living in a refrigerator?โ You ask, hands tucked into your sleeves. โJust wondering.โ
Aaron laughs, a small huff, โI think you just run cold, honey.โ
Heโs been calling you that a lot, too. Honey.
โNo way, Hotchner. Your house is what runs cold. Or maybe youโre cold-blooded.โ
Not with you, he thinks. Years and years of doing what he does, Hotch might even call himself cold when heโs thinking a little too hard. But never cold with you. He thinks that might be impossible for him.
โShhh, donโt tell anyone my secret,โ he says, his arm brushing against yours from where he sits next to you on his couch. โWhere are you cold?โ
โCanโt feel my toes, Aaron. I might be out of commission for the next case.โ
โWell we canโt lose our best girl, can we?โ Best girl, he says. Like he means it, like itโs simple. โIโve got some thick socks you can grab. Bottom drawer.โ
Just like that, heโs cracked another wall of his down even further, giving you permission to go into his bedroom as if youโve been in there a thousand times.
โReally?โ
โUnless youโd rather not feel your toes-โ
โOkay, okay,โ you stop him, unable to fight your smile. โThanks, Aaron.โ
When you stand and head towards his room, Aaron canโt stop himself from thinking that you belong there, in his home, his room, his life. You fit in so seamlessly he wishes youโd never leave.
He stands up too, because the couch suddenly feels sort of empty without you beside him, without your warmth. He walks over to his thermostat on the wall and turns it up for you.
Youโve always thought that you can tell a lot about a person from where they live, and seeing Aaronโs bedroom now solidifies it. His place does too, but thereโs something about his bedroom that feels much more personal.
Here, thereโs more of him, little bits of his life scattered around. A picture of him as a kid with his parents on the dresser, the newspaperโs crossword sitting completely finished on his nightstand, his bed neatly made.
You smile at the framed photo before slipping the top drawer open and finding the pair of socks heโd been talking about. As much as youโd love to snoop, you donโt want to invade his privacy in any way. Besides, from Aaron, even a glimpse of his space feels special.
You slip on the socks before you leave his room, letting them bunch at your ankles.
As soon as you walk back into the living room, Aaronโs phone rings. Glancing at you softly, almost apologetically though heโs got nothing to be sorry aboutโyou work with him, you know how important a call can beโhe picks it up.
โHotchner,โ he says, holding it to his ear. His voice is different this way, more professional, controlled. Never any less pleasing to hear.
Heโd wanted to say something about how good you look in his clothes when his phone rang, Garciaโs name flashing on the screen. Aaron wishes it was someone else, only to spend more time with you this way.
โSorry to call late, sir,โ Penelope says. โWeโve got a case. Missing kid; itโs urgent.โ
โDonโt be sorry, Garcia. Weโre on our way.โ
โWait, we?โ She asks, curious as always.
โWhatโs going on?โ You ask Aaron.
โGot a case. Iโll drive, honey.โ He lets the pet name slip, like itโs a habit.
On the other line, Garciaโs grinning to herself in her office. Sheโd had a suspicion of who on the team Hotch would be with outside of work, and hearing your voice, and his use of the word โhoneyโ all sticky sweet, she knows sheโs onto something.
โOh, thatโs โwe,โโ Penelopeโs voice teases. โTell her Iโll see you guys soon!โ
Aaron shakes his head, fighting his smile. โBye, Garcia.โ
He hangs up and looks from his phone to you, your eyes already on him, corners of your mouth tugged up just a little like youโd heard what Garcia said, heard the lilt in her voice. Like you liked the idea of you and Aaron being a unit. We.
He likes that idea, too.
Back at the BAU, Garcia calls Derek next, who picks up with his classic, โhey, babygirl.โ
First, she tells him that he needs to come into the office, that theyโve got a case, then, โyouโre never going to believe this.โ
Penelope loves to talk, and Derekโs happy to listen, so she tells him about how youโd been with Aaron when she called, and that you were on your way together.
โI give them another week, max, before theyโre holding hands when they come in.โ Derek laughs, because he can see yours and Hotchโs feelings so easily, plain as day, and he loves to be right about things.
โHow mad will Hotch be when he finds out that we talk about his relationship?โ Penelopeโs mostly joking, only a fraction concerned.
โIf the boss didnโt want us talking about it, he shouldnโt be so obvious, sweetheart.โ
Once you arrive at the office, you donโt catch Penelope and Derekโs shared looks behind yours and Aaronโsโwho happens to be carrying both his and your go bagโbacks.
And if anyone notices the loose socks around your ankles, they donโt say anything about it.
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Youโre not supposed to go off on your own unless itโs absolutely necessary. You know that, the team knows that. Aaron, who is always trying to keep you as safe as possible, enforces it.
You guess that this time might be up for debate.
When it comes to what you do, you have to trust your instincts most of the time. And today, your gut told you to make a decision that might not have been safe, but to you, it felt like what you had to do.
Aaron had been on the phone with you, trying to figure out a way to make the car drive any faster to get to you. Heโd heard it in your voice, in the tone of it, that he couldnโt convince you to wait for someone else to show up.
โI have to do this, Aaron,โ youโd said. While the team would normally probably tease him about you calling him Aaron, as if it isnโt his name, theyโd known not to interrupt this time. โYou know I do.โ
โYou donโt have to.โ His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he spoke. โWeโll be there soon, alright? Just-โ
โIโm sorry.โ And then, you hung up.
In the end, going in when you did had been the right move. A life had been saved, and youโd slowed the guy down enough that the police were able to arrest him when they arrived. All it cost you was a cut and a bruise on your cheek.
So, your instincts werenโt so bad.
Aaron, however, disagrees. Logically, he knows that he wouldโve done the exact same thing you did, knows the rest of the team wouldโve, too. But when it comes to you, he has a hard time thinking logically.
After you hung up on him, all he could do was breathe and breathe and breathe over the heavy thumping of his heartbeat and the worry spinning in his head. He drove the quickest he could manage, the car silent inside. A static.
Itโs not that he doubts your abilitiesโheโs always thought you were incredible, even before the friendship, even before nowโonly that the idea of you being alone with such a bad man makes him feel sick.
Heโd take your place in a heartbeat, if he could, just to make sure youโd be safe.
By the time he and the rest of the team get to the scene, youโre walking out of the building with a hand pressed to your cheek and a paramedic leading you to a nearby ambulance.
Aaron spots you right away, his eyes scanning the small crowd through red and blue lights and conversations surrounding him. When he spots you, everything goes quiet.
His first thought is, thank god sheโs alive, then, itโs fuck, sheโs hurt.
Without a word to anyone, he heads over in your direction right away. He meets you at the ambulance, where you sit on the small bench inside while the paramedic presses your cheek with gauze.
โHoney.โ It comes out in a breath. Relief and pain all at once.
You look over to him, his hair a little messy, his eyes wide and roaming all over you like heโs checking for any other injuries. He cares about you, and itโs written all over him.
โAaron. Iโm okay.โ You hold a hand out, and he grabs it, sitting beside you on the bench in the ambulance. โPromise.โ
For now, he nods, letting the paramedic do their job bandaging up your cheek. When theyโre finished, they hand you a spare bandage saying, โitโs gonna bruise, and it might feel sore for a bit, but youโre all patched up.โ
The paramedic leaves after that, probably going to check on other people. The lights inside the ambulance seem to cocoon you, a bright difference to the darkness outside.
The first thing Aaron says is, โlet me see.โ
His hands reach for your face, rough fingertips gently holding your jaw, tilting you so that he can look at your cheek. Itโs a little swollen, discolored where you mustโve been hit. Thereโs a furrow in his brow, something that looks like a pout on none other than Aaron Hotchner.
โHey,โ you grab his wrists, but his hands stay on your face. โIโm fine.โ
Aaronโs always worried, heโs always cared about you and about everyone on the team, but this is different. He was usually able to hide things much better than this. Much better than with you.
Now, all he sees is the tiny bloodstain on your shirt and the bandage on your cheek. All he feels is your hands squeezing his wrists and your eyes locked on his.
โYou should have waited,โ he says. โI could have been there.โ
โHotchner,โ your deadpan tone is intact, which heโll take as a win, even if itโs directed towards him. โYou and I both know you would have done the same. I had to.โ
One of his hands shifts to cup your non-injured cheek. Normally, heโd be much more composed while working, but he canโt bring himself to care about how he must look right now.
โI know you did,โ he tells you, because he does. โI just wish that you didnโt. I donโt like seeing you hurt.โ
Your stomach is tumbling, rolling, your heart doing silly things in your chest. You can hardly feel the pain of your cheek anymore when his hand is on the other, his palm warm against your skin, his gaze even warmer.
โIโm hardly hurt, Aaron. Just a scratch.โ
โRight. One that required medical attention. Thatโs more than just a scratch, honey.โ
โIf you say so, Hotchner.โ
He shifts his hands so that they fall into your lap, palms up and fingers instantly finding yours, tangling together perfectly. Like puzzle pieces.
โGood job, by the way.โ Hotch rubs his thumb over your skin once, back and forth. โYou did the right thing.โ
โLearned from the best,โ you say.
Youโre both oblivious to the fact that the team is watching from a distance, and that the two of you look so lovesick itโs ridiculous that you havenโt spilled your feelings yet. Youโre both absolutely fucked.
Where she stands with the team, Emily shakes her head, โI havenโt seen Hotch like this sinceโฆ ever.โ
Beside her, JJ merely shrugs, like itโs obvious, โyeah, theyโre in love.โ
Spencer looks at you and Aaron in that ambulance with a smile. โThe odds of you guys being right are very, very high.โ
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Aaron Hotchner was never the biggest fan of birthdays. Was never big into the cakes and making wishes, the song and the presents and the fuss of it all.
When he started at the bureau, it stayed that way. Days off were rare enough as it was, so heโd always work on his birthday. And while he kept the signed cards from the team, he treated it as any other day. Nothing special.
This year, youโre on a mission to change that.
While it isnโt the first of Aaronโs birthdays youโve spent with him, itโs the first one since the two of you have grown as close as you have, since youโve felt the way you do. Youโre just hoping to make it a good birthday for him.
Youโve roped the whole team into it. Decorating the conference room with streamers and balloons and a sign that hangs crooked on the wall, bringing in a cake that reads โHappy Birthday Hotchโ in frosting, and keeping it all a secret.
Of course, youโve all already said happy birthday to him, and youโve got a present stashed under your desk for later, but youโve been doing your best to act natural even when the anticipation of your surprise for him eats at your stomach a little.
Surprises are a tricky thing, and thereโs no way of knowing whether heโll like it or not. Youโll just have to wait and see.
While in his office, the team had made it seem like theyโd all left for the day, saying their goodbyes to Hotch. Instead of leaving, though, theyโve been hidden in the conference room waiting for you to bring him in.
โAaron,โ you say, knocking on his office door. โI think I lost an earring. Do you think you could help me look for it?โ
Because youโre the one asking, Aaron says, โโcourse, honey. Where do you think it is?โ
You smile, because heโs fallen into your trap easily, because you know that he probably would search for an earring with you if youโd actually lost one.
โI remember having it on in the conference room, so maybe there.โ
He stands from his desk, gesturing for you to lead the way with his hand held out. You grab onto it before he can drop it, tangling your fingers and leading him behind you.
Aaron lets you guide him, and when you open the door to the conference room and flick on the lights, heโs met with the teamโs grinning faces and a chorus of, โsurprise!โ
For a moment, heโs speechless, frozen in his spot in the doorway with your hand in his.
No, Aaronโs never been the biggest fan of birthdays, but maybe thatโs because nobodyโs ever done something like this for him. You came into his life all sweet smiles and now youโre throwing him a surprise party? Heโs never ever liked someone the way he likes you.
So much that like is spilling into a four letter word and heโs happy to let it.
You know him well enough to know that he doesnโt like being the center of attention too much, so the only people in the room are those of the BAU. His closest friends. And you, his favorite person.
Before he can say anything heโs being spoken to by the team, getting a โhappy birthday, boss,โ from Derek, a spill about how hard it was to keep this a secret from Penelope, a grin from Spencer, a tip about how youโd organized all of this from Emily, a squeeze to the shoulder from JJ.
When he finally gets the chance, the others split into their own conversations, Aaron tugs you aside to the corner of the room.
โYou did all of this for me?โ He asks, head bent to catch your eye.
Although youโd caught the signature Hotchner smileโclosed-mouthed and quickโwhen he saw the surprise, youโre nervous about what he might say. You worry that youโve done too much, that heโd been pretending to like it for your sake.
โIโm sorry if itโs a bit much,โ you start, anxiously tugging at your sleeves. โI wasnโt sure if you liked surprises, I know not everyone does, but I wanted to do something for you because I care about you. A lot. And birthdays are meant to be celebrated, you know?โ
Aaron canโt help but let a smile spread over his face as you speak; a real smile. His heart is light, his feelings for you melting through him like the soft pink of cotton candy. He doesnโt think you could ever do anything that he wouldnโt like.
โIโll clean it all up, too, I prom-โ
Your rambling is cut off with his lips on yours. Heโs kissing you.
Itโs soft, the press of his mouth against yours, and it takes you a second to push back. It stays delicate, a dance between the two of you like youโd practiced a million times before.
His hands skate down your arms to hold your hands, weaving his fingers with yours, squeezing like heโs making sure you know this is real.
You feel it all over, your stomach tumbling, your heart beating in a rhythm that thumps his name. Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, over and over.
Itโs a kiss worth a thousand words that you havenโt said yet, a kiss full of feelings and meaning and you know it, just by the way he does it, because you know him and he knows you. Itโs you and Aaron, and it feels like the beginning of something huge. Of the rest of your life, maybe.
When he pulls back, Hotch rests his forehead against yours, giving your head a gentle nudge, locking his brown eyes on yours.
โItโs perfect,โ he says.
The next thing you hear is Derek Morgan cheering, โI knew it!โ
Similar words come from the rest of the team.
โFinally,โ from Emily.
โAbout time,โ from JJ.
โThis isnโt surprising,โ from Spencer, who smiles while saying it.
A sweet, โyay,โ from Penelope.
Distracted by Aaron kissing you, youโd sort of forgotten they were there. Bashful, you tuck your head beneath Aaronโs chin, forehead against his collar. He simply tightens his hands around yours.
And when itโs time for cake, this year, Aaron Hotchner makes a wish on his birthday candles. He wishes to spend every other birthday just like this. With you.
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to a heart's content โ ใ single father!miguel o'hara x reader ใ
content warnings ; fem!reader, use of she/her pronouns, "mother"/"daughter"/"wife" used, parental death, mentions of child abandonment, not too much mention of him being spider-man
contains ; single father!miguel o'hara, boss!miguel o'hara, assistant!reader, hints of pining, just some good ol' fluff for everyone's current favorite dilf, angst w/ comfort, heavy need of editing prob, not beta read
notes ; purely self-indulgent to fuel my love of found family trope apologies
parts: one two three four (tba)
Single Father!Miguel O'Hara whose life revolves essentially around one personโhis daughterโbut to be one of the heads of Americaโs largest corporation and bearing the responsibility of keeping Nueva York safe and sound whilst simultaneously being a single father was not exactly something that Miguel OโHara could juggle so easily. Hell, heโs even surprised that heโs made it so far without losing his absolute sanity considering he couldnโt even recall the last time he was able to rest properly without his attention being wavered to something or someone else.
Single Father!Miguel whose hands always filled to the brim with tasks and obligations. Miguel wished he was able to clone himself twice in order to have three Miguel OโHaras attending to each of his duties soundly, but alas, Alchemax and the matter of his mind can only do so much.
Single Father!Miguel whose ever so lucky to have you as his assistant to at least help with two out of three of them. You entered the picture around three years ago, when he had caught the eye of his superiors and had used his intelligence to their own advantage, disguising it as a promotion of sorts. You were given as some sort of gift to them as a way to help ease his workload and he truly couldnโt be more thankful for your existenceโif he doesnโt necessarily show it most of the time from his stoic countenance he masks on 24/7. While not exactly a carbon copy of him, you, by far, come rather close, and Miguel will take whatever comes to him in this day and age.
Single Father!Miguel who notices that you're obedient and demure, though rather soft spoken and a little too apprehensive for his liking at times (he had noticed, before you became his assistant, that your coworkers would shovel their workload onto you and youโd accept with little complaint but evident hesitation; he wonders if it was the given similarities between you and him that made him choose you as his assistant). You dressed well, hung onto every word he said, and spoke out when properly needed. You were a good aid to have aroundโgreat, even.
Single Father!Miguel who trusts youย as both his assistant and a human being enough to leave his precious daughter in your care knowing full well she would be in good hands. Sometimes Alchemax would work him overtime, sometimes his duties as Spider-Man would interfere. No matter what it was, it delayed him from seeing and attending to his daughterโs needs, and thus, he had asked you once in a while to pick up and babysit his daughter after your usual 9-5.
Single Father!Miguel who, at the beginning, once in a while asked you to pick his daughter up from school. Once in a while turned into occasionally. Occasionally turned into sometimes. Sometimes turned into constantly, and next thing Miguel knew, you were the one that his daughter and teachers would look out for during school pick up time. He didnโt expect that you would become his assistant even outside of work, but you did, and Miguel canโt exactly turn back time now. Heโs labeled you as his childโs unofficial secondary caretakerโyouโre even listed as an emergency contact.
Single Father!Miguel who thinks youโre too polite for your own good. Miguel had asked you once if this was a burden, being his assistant both in and out of Alchemax, and if it became too much that you were more than free to quit at any sudden time without consequence. You had merely replied that you understood the struggles of being a single parent and that he shouldnโt be ashamed of asking for help when it was needed.ย
Single Father!Miguel who notices that Gabriella views you more than just her occasional babysitter. When he'd come home late at night, he was usually greeted by you two doing something together, whether it be doing math homework together, baking cookies, you reading aloud to her, or just simply talking, he'd always catch you and her almost... bonding.
Single Father!Miguel who often dwells on the memory of young Gabriella asking innocently why she doesn't have two parents like the rest of her classmates, why she only had one parent compared to everyone else after witnessing she was the odd one out during Family Day. Miguel didn't, and still doesn't, have the courage to tell her that her real mother had abandoned her to him, leaving Miguel in the dust. Miguel used her naivety to his advantage. He disguised it as her being unique compared to others, that some moms just came later in life; she just happened to be a late bloomer.
Single Father!Miguel who always thanks you for staying late tucking Gabriella into bed when he couldn't. You constantly tell him that it's truly no problem, but he insists on thanking you every time and ever so subtly increasing your paycheck. How could he not? Especially considering the fact you always, always whip him up extra dinner that was tucked away for him to eat during the late hours of night.
Single Father!Miguel who feels uneasy as he opens up a fridge to find the said pasta left by you one night in a glass tupperware container, staring at how neatly itโs been plated despite its standard container. He juts it into the microwave as he attempts to ignore how quiet and desolate the kitchen and the apartment is, how the humming of the microwave and the humdrum of the ceiling fan are the only noise that floats through.ย And when he quietly eats the pasta serving meant for one, he canโt help but gaze longingly at the empty seat across the dining table, where someone else should be seated with him sharing the same meal.
Single Father!Miguel who finally has the time to pick up his daughter after school for once in the school year, but forgot to tell you that you were able to take the rest of the day off. So you, him, Gabriella, and essentially everyone are surprised when both you and Miguel show up to pick Gabriella up after school. One of the teachers goes to gush about how she's excited to meet Gabriella's dad and what a beautiful family you all are, to which you and Miguel, evidently flustered, explain loosely your relationship to each other and how it's merely professional (to one curly-headed third grader, though, it's notโbut she'd never tell you and her father that. At least not now.).
Single Father!Miguel who tags along to Gabriella's after school soccer practice for once and despite your protests about you not wanting to interfere "family time", Miguel and his daughter convince you to come watch her like you usually did on Wednesdays. He says he doesn't mind at all and if anything, could use your presence there to ease his nerves since he'd be a newcomer to the soccer parent group.
Single Father!Miguel who watches attentively to how you support Gabriella on the field from the sidelines. He wonders tenaciously if you've fallen into routine of thisโfrom helping her get ready into her uniform to offering small suggestions that help her on the soccer field. He doesn't miss the way her eyes go towards you whenever she did something right and he especially catches onto the fact that she would gush in pure happiness from your approval when you would throw a thumbs up or a delighted nod.
Single Father!Miguel who merely blinks at the compliments given by the two friendly soccer mom next to him.
"Gabi does certainly look a lot like you, but she still has (Y/N)'s beauty and kindness, doesn't she?"
"Oh yes, I agree. Your wife is nothing less of lovely, you know, you're a very lucky man, Mr. O'Hara!"
He's so caught up in trying to process both their words and Gabriella's action on the field, that it doesn't register to him until a few moments later. Miguel attempts to butt in, saying that you're just his subordinate, but when a loud cheer from the other team erupts through, his words fail him.
Single Father!Miguel whose mind is still so stuck on what the soccer moms had said about you that he didn't even realize Gabriella had made the winning goal for today's practice match. Lying through his teeth when asked about if he saw it from her, he realizes that perhaps he should start viewing you in a different light rather than just his daughter's babysitter because the way that Gabriella looks at you with such elation when you congratulate her on her win pulls at his heartstrings ever so slightly.
Single Father!Miguel who contemplates over and over again if he should be doing thisโinviting you to Gabriella's first game of the seasonโthe two purchased tickets he held in his fist. You've entered his home a dozen of times, but this would be the first time in three years that he was outside of your own residence. He thinks he's too dressed up for the occasion, cladded in a white button up and black dress pants. A voice asks him if he's his daughter's boyfriend, and Miguel whips around to face an elderly man with a questioned look on his face.
Single Father!Miguel who realizes that it's your father standing in front of him, spare key in hand. He's quick to say no (to your father's disappointment), and introduces himself as your superior. Your father invites Miguel inside your apartment, telling him that you were out fetching groceries and jokingly mentions he uses this opportunity to sneakily fill your cabinets and fridge of food. Your father complains you're too independent for your own good, but he can't exactly blame youโyou grew up that way.
Single Father!Miguel who learns that once in your life you were just like his daughter and that in one point in your father's life, he was just like Miguel. All details shared from him, he learns that your mother passed away early in your life due to cancer and ultimately left you and your father to fend for yourselves. Your father tells Miguel that you often had helped out even when you didn't need toโand it doesn't take long for Miguel to piece the pieces together. Why you barely complain about the extra workload, why your father said you're too autonomous, and why all those years ago you not only sympathized with Miguel, but understood his situation as you came from the same exact upbringing.
Single Father!Miguel who listens intently when your father quietly tells him that all he wants for you is to find a good man that would be able to take care of you properly because he believes he wasn't able to. Miguel is quick to reassure him, however, that he did a fantastic job raising a selfless, humble woman that grew to be compassionate and considerate of others' needs, that you were the hardest worker he had ever seen and that he shouldn't discredit himself. Your father goes to examine Miguel for a moment before letting out a loud, haughty laugh in your apartment and jokingly (not really) tells Miguel he hopes that you'll marry him one day, or at least someone like him.
Single Father!Miguel whose resolve dissipates when you walk into your apartment to find your boss and your father talking amongst each other. He sits silently and awkwardly as you complain to your father about dropping by without any warning before you ask him what was he doing here in the first place. Your father takes his leave, winking at Miguel with a glint in his eye, leaving you two in your apartment alone.
Single Father!Miguel who finally gathers up the courage to ask you if you'd like to attend Gabriella's soccer game with him. You interject with visible hesitation, telling him that it was implied that it was a family-only event and you'd hate to intrude onto something so intimate, but he's quick to reassure you that his daughter would love to have you there considering all the help you had given her during her practicesโif anything, she would need you there for your support.
Single Father!Miguel who tells you that Gabriella had shown visible distress last night when Miguel told her that you might not be able to come due to your non-familial relationship with them. He almost begged you to come with them, as Gabriella had even threatened to quit soccer altogether if you weren't there to witness her first game. When you give in after moments of contemplation, Miguel truly couldn't believe his luck.
Single Father!Miguel who roots alongside you for Gabriella and her team, watching oh so closely just in case someone from the other team did a dirty trick on his precious daughter. He'd sometimes occasionally glance at you, only to see you completely zoned in and focused on Gabriella's playing like the rest of the parents, offering your support through compliments and encouragements that his daughter always caught and would visibly improve from. When she finally scores the winning goal per usual, she's quick to ignore the cheers coming from her teammates and parents to run off the field and not look for Miguel first, but for you.
"Did you see me?!" Gabriella exclaims excitedly as she flings her arms around your waist. "Did you see what I did?!"
"I did, yes," you laugh, attempting not to stumble over from the impact with visible glee and crouch down to her height. Pride written all over your face, you grin. "And I'm so incredibly proud of you."
"It's 'cause I did what you taught me," she declares. "I pointed first and then I shooted!" She uses hand gestures to reanimate her play on the field.
"Shot, Gabi," you correctly gently, your fingers going to automatically comb out the tangles out of her hair like you usually did after practices. "It does come handy, doesn't it?"
"Yeah!" Her eyes go to see Miguel, who doesn't stalk too far behind with open arms and the same proud look painted on his face. "Dad! Didja see me?! Didja see that I scored?!"
Miguel lets out a once-in-a-blue-moon chuckle and lifts his daughter into his arms, her arms wrapping around his neck in an affirming hug. "I saw very clearly, mi cariรฑo, and I can't wait to brag about how my daughter scored the winning shot for her team," he compliments warmly.
Gabriella goes to point gleefully in your direction. "It was all because of Miss. (Y/N)," she declares, not knowing that her statement would make a rush of heat bloom onto your face.
"O-oh no... I only... w-well," you stammer out meekly, trying to find the right words. "I'm actually not too knowledgeable on soccer... I only repeated what I found online andโ"
"Thank you," Miguel starts off fondly. "(Y/N), truly. Thank you."
You stare at him. "Mr. O'Hara..."
He sets Gabriella down for her to join her rejoicing teammate and pats the small of your back with a grateful look plastered on his face. You were so used to seeing the rather stoic and often tired side of Miguel O'Hara that you forgot he, too, was capable of smiling at times, so when you spotted the small of a grin on his lips that was for you specifically, you felt something in your chest jerk a little bit.
"If it weren't for you being here," he starts off quietly so only you can hear. "Gabi wouldn't have participated at all. She wanted you to come so she'd have enough courage to play because she was so used to you supporting her," Miguel glances at his daughter giggling about on the field. "So it was understandable that if her biggest supporter wasn't here to cheer her on, she wouldn't exactly do her best."
You blink slowly at him, digesting his words in order to truly savor them for all that they were. "I was justโ"
"โdoing your job?" Miguel finishes for you. He shakes his head. "Last time I remember, 'attending your boss's daughter's soccer games' wasn't on your job description," he says, earning a soft chuckle out of you despite his rather flat tone.
"I suppose so," you murmur with an evident warmth in your eyes, one that Miguel is sure Gabriella has seen numerous times and will continue to welcome as long as you're around.
So when after a dinner celebration at her favorite restaurant, after the star player is tucked into bed after a long day's work, Miguel takes it upon himself to do the what he thought was the impossible for him but possible for Gabriella.
"Stay safe out there," Miguel directs quietly as he helps you put on your coat again. "And again, thank you for today."
"It was my pleasure, Mr. O'Hara," you reply, "And I actually had fun today, so I can thank you for that."
He escorts you down the apartment complex to the lobby and begins to watch you leave, the words on his tongue tipping ever so slowly before they spill the moment you're about to exit through the doors.
"(Y/N)."
At the sound of your voice, you turn to him with a questioning look on your face. "... yes?"
Miguel opens and closes his mouth like a fish for a couple of seconds before blurting out, "Are you free tomorrow evening?"
He scans your face for a reaction before surprise paints itself on your moonlit features. "I-I suppose I am," you nod slowly. "May I ask why?"
"Gabi is having a sleepover at one of her teammate's house," Miguel coughs out and shoves his hands into his pockets to hide their fidgeting.
"Do you need me to drop her off...?" you ask, clearly puzzled.
"No, um," he clears his throat again. "I was... I was actually wondering if you'd... if you'd like to check out that new restaurant that opened up on Clark..."
Regret pools in his mouth the second it falls from his lips and he begins to internally conjure some sort of half-assed lie, perhaps saying something along the lines of the company wanted him to review it for a potential cater in the future or that a friend of his worked there, but when he sights your eyes softening with the same warmth from earlier, he lets you take the reigns on fate.
"I'd quite like that," you murmur, a modest smile on your lips.
a/n ; i told you i was going to give into temptation. wrote this on a plane with no wifi on the way here (thank god for offline editing!)
anyways, i'm trying to squeeze this bit out before my plane ride tmrw since i've been travelling for the past week and a half! i'll be returning home soon where i can finally write to my heart's content, phew! i just reallyyyyy wanted to write something for miguel adjdjfkfalwf but fear not! we shall be back to our regularly scheduled program soon!
as always, thank you for reading and likes+comments+reblogs are always appreciated and never unnoticed๏ผโนโกโน๏ผโก!
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How your future spouse will treat you - Pick a Pile
Pile 1/ Pile 2/ Pile 3
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Hello everyone ! This is my another pick a pile or pac reading so please be kind and leave comment or reblog, and let me know if it resonated with you!
Note : This is a general reading or collective reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. And it's totally okay if our energies aren't aligned!
How to pick : Take a deep breath and choose a pile which you feel most connected to! You can choose more than one pile, it just means both pile have messages for you!
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Pile 1:
(The cards I got for you guys - 2 of swords, king of pentacles, 5 of swords, ace of cups, 7 of pentacles, ace of wands, 10 of swords, judgement and 9 of pentacles)
Okay so the first thing i feel is they will treat you like a princess you are, they way you deserve to be treated. By listening to you, by treating your inner child, doing things for you, giving your surprises. For some of you who chose this pile there is anxious or nervous energy, like you don't actually believe you could be treated or loved this way, sometimes you end up choosing the path which is difficult or has difficulty in decision making, I also heard some of you waiting or still waiting for their loved one even if they don't show it, this is just feeling i got when i started doing your reading. Okay so let's talk about your cards, I feel they will have quite many decisions to make about you, like what do you need what do you actually want, how can they prepare things for you i also see them being confused just because they want to give you the best, some of the surprises they plan is hidden but i tried to channel it, it could be necklaces jewelry, or some expensive things planning trips for you, I also feel they will blindfold you a lot while they give you gifts, or surprises just to see your happy expression, honestly? they love that. I also feel they like fine things in their life and will give that to you as well, their love language is def gift giving and act of services, they will make the best of what they have, i heard "I will never disappoint you, darling", your love for me and everything you do for me, i am just so grateful, you deserve the best", so sweet!, I also feel they will be like a kid around you, dping silly things, giving you memories and love to hold on to, honestly the way you want to be treated and loved, they seem determined to make you feel loved and the way you deserve, They will spoil you with riches, i heard gift so many times so cute, if you are sick? they will wash your hair or help you wash them, prepare soup for you, no matter if they know cooking or not, this pile or their future spouse might like to read too, they are honestly a softie at heart, but just cover it up well with their hard exterior persona, I see them making the decisions which will help you both, they will push you out of your comfort zone to do things you never thought of doing or just too scared to do, they will help you become the better version of yourself, showing the love in the way they can, i see a picture or thing where you both go out grocery shopping, and he will be like let me hold it, and you just pick things, and he will hold it for you, there also might be conflicts because of change in opinion or your some different beliefs but i feel he will be apologizing to you for making you feel that way. They will not disrespect you or make a joke that will break you but most likely they will support you if someone is disrespecting you? they won't tolerate they will stood up for you, or at least calm the situation, i heard "hopeless romantic" so it could be you or them for sure, they will make you feel at ease and peace, you inner child will be safe with them, you don't have to feel you have to do something to earn his attention it's already yours, "when i look at you or think of you the world seems to stop and I don't know what i can do to make myself at ease, i just wanna meet you now" the emotions , the love everything will flow easily, you might also be their passenger princess, they will hold on to you cherish you, put efforts in the love and relationship, they would not want to lose you and they will make sure you know, I also feel outside you are very respectful couples, but at home you are very freaky like tear off my clothes type, best combo honestly, they will make you feel more loved and confident in your own body, I strongly feel you both will go through ups and down but make it out stronger than ever, i heard "i will worship the ground you walk on". You both are emotionally and financially stable couples, communication is very important for you guys.
Wow pile 1, they kept giving me messages, so sweet, i love it!
Pile 2:
(The cards I got for you guys - 3 of cups, the chariot, the empress, page of cups and ace of swords)
Okay so the first thing i feel is they will treat you with utmost respect, even in bed or normal setting they will be treating you with such sincerity, they respect your wishes. I see them losing them in you. They are quite dominant or seductive, but also polite, they will be very soft spoken towards you, I also feel your relationship will be still playful, but with respect and boundaries and that's why i got the message of him being respectful towards you, I feel they will give you the things you desire the most and need, they will take care of health and even career wise, like asking if you are okay, is there new issues in your life regarding it, for some of you they would tell you to take it easy when you're distressed or not happy with what you have been doing, i feel they will try to motivate you, heal you, make you move forward towards the thing you wanna do , encourage you regarding your career or even personal life, they will be okay with whatever you do, as long as you are with them, they will trust you a lot too i feel, very it's super important in your life and with him, I feel he will be making sure you know that he have your back no matter what, i heard "my eyes won't leave you, no matter where you are you stay in my heart and head all the time, and it's not like i am complaining, I also feel they will be giving you baits to be with them more lol, like so you don't go to work and stay with them, their love language could be words of affirmation too, they will not let a single day go by that they won't show that to you, you will mean a lot to them, they will nurture you, you know a saying the more you cherish something they stay forever? that's kind of mindset they have, they won't like to be separated with you, they might also like to give you space, but also suffer because they wanna cling on to you so bad, very motherly vibe too, for some of you could be cancer moon? or you guys are, I also feel he will make sure you have eaten no matter how upset you are, check in with you, if you went to the hospital alone? and they were busy so they will call you and ask you what has happened are you okay, what did the doctor say, they don't or won't abandon you in any hardship you both go through, I also feel they are very young or pure hearted, they don't or won't make you upset or try not to, your anger with them, will only make them fall harder lol, so cute, with them you will see love, marriage and relationships with new perspective, maybe some of you have bad opinion on marriage, they will change that, i also feel they are very open minded and have good beliefs. I also see a situation where they text you every morning, and tell you how appreciative they are of you.
Pile 2, your future spouse, is a very loving and honest person, and they will make sure you feel loved everyday.
Pile 3:
(The cards I got for you guys - Ace of cups, 3 of wands, knight of wands, 6 of wands, 8 of pentacles and knight of cups)
Okay so i feel very playfully like so loving in a way, you saw in movies, opening the car gate for you? check? holding your hand while crossing the road? check. Winning things for you in fair or parks, also check. They will treat you like a freaking sweetheart so aggressive love too, but not in a hurting way, you guys have you seen the video where the guy piggyback his girl and say "you are my princess and queen" that's exactly what i channeled when i think about how your fs will treat you. He won't let you do things alone, helping you in every way he can, he might even tell you to don't work so that he can provide you, he would want you to be stress free and at peace with him, i feel a scene where he plans movie nights at home with you, treat you with snack, his love language could be physical touch , he would like to kiss you a lot, a passionate energy from this pile, he is in tune or has a emotional side as well as dark passionate side in bed, you will be in a ride of your life with him, he will be also very protective of you in every way he can, he would not like men being friendly towards you, but honestly nothing in a bad way, more like you are mine type of energy lol, he would like to touch you a lot when you are outside, showing everyone you are with him, He won't let you fall apart again, when you tell him about your past or the relationships you have had he will hate it honestly, for how they treated you, he will even do so much after care after your intimate time with each other, very emotional and sincere, a package honestly, I also feel he will help you explore the hidden parts about yourself, he won't shame, even if you are in wrong, i see him supporting you, but will politely let you know you were wrong, i heard "when i love you, it's only you, no one else", there is some versatilities in your relationship but i see him and you respecting that and still being attracted to each other both emotionally and physically, he will treat you as you are a part of himself, doing things to make you happy like if you want to dance and he doesn't he still will do that, he wants to see you the happiest with him, it's funny how he sending me little nsfw messages for you guys like sir this ain't the right reading for it, but i am still gonna channel got to give you guys what your future spouse wants, no? hehe, I also feel he will sweep you off with his charm like everything even if you are cold hearted or believe in actions , he will just melt you lol, he will also be a very smooth talker, i feel musk scent for some reason?, he will admire you a lot, and treat you as a win, a charm for him, he feels he got lucky he got you and he will show it to you, he is also quite playful with you and likes to tease you but all in a good way, some people could be jealous of your and their dynamic too, for them you are the only one, and that's so loving and admirable, I also feel he will cook dinner for you if you got late from work or anywhere, so that you can rest without stress. They seem so gentle and caring with you.
Such a gentleman! love it for you pile 3.
Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3
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an unhealthy obsession
Online boyfriend x afab!reader
A/n: this was rushed, sorry y'all ๐๐บ
tw: noncon, drugging, somnophilia, identity fraud, mentioned cheating, online relationship, kidnapping, mention of masturbation
๐you met Xavier exactly a year and a half ago. A friend Introduced you, with you both quickly hitting it off. He was so charismatic and friendly! He made you feel good inside. Becoming mutuals, you were chatting everyday. (After confirming he was a real person and who he said he was)
๐ but little did you know he was lying about everything. All the pictures he sent? Edited. His calls and voice recordings? Distorted to where you can't recognize it. He was highly insecure, thinking that if you knew who he really was you'd turn your nose in disgust
๐he wasn't actually Xavier. He was an ex boyfriend you used to have in highschool, freshman year. You knew most relationships at that age never lasted long, but you couldn't help and feel hurt when you walked in on him messing around with some girl. You forgot his name...
๐ he regretted what he did. He really did! But he knew you wouldn't give him another chance so easily. So he was left to pretend to be someone else, just to hear your laugh. See your face through pictures. He couldn't get you out of his head! His parents were never there for him, but you were. You were always there. Loving and coddling him. He'd be damned to let that go so easily
๐it took a while to get your friend to introduce him, and every bone in his body to not jump and squeal in joy when you both finally "met". But now that you've been dating for a while, you want to meet up.. that's not good. He can keep making excuses for so long until you get tired
๐ so he does anything to pacify you. Sending you money, gifts, flowers. All while stroking himself to hearing your excited rambles on call. How many times has he shamelessly masturbated to your voice? He couldn't count. You were just too sexy!
๐ his resolve lasted only 5 more months until he finally agreed to meet you. His heart beating with anxiety as he waited in the cafe. Wearing sunglasses, a facemask and a hoodie. Brushing it off as him being shy you sat next to him and quickly started talking. As if you weren't uneasy by his (lack of) appearance. God how he adored you.
๐ you went on multiple dates after that, trying to convince him to take off the mask and glasses but he was stubborn. 'Till he got a grand idea. Inviting you to his house was the biggest blessing for him, and the biggest nightmare for you. Setting up a fancy dinner in his living room, whipping up your favorite dish and drink. Crushing fertility and sleeping pills in the food
๐clueless you trusted him blindly, giving him a kiss on the cheek and smiling fondly at the romantic setting. He pulled out a chair for you to sit down, and pushed it back in once you did. Still wearing his glasses and face mask, but at this point you didn't mind it as much
๐ he watched you eat quietly, chit chatting as he could feel all the blood rush to his cock in anticipation of his dubious plan. You started to feel drowsy and apologized halfway to finishing your food, your cup empty as you went to the sofa and fell ontop of it. Barely conscious
๐he grinned, taking off his glasses and mask, picking you up easily and shakily Snaking a hand down to tug off your clothes. worming his tongue in-between your lips, Hungrily lapping at your saliva while plopping you onto the bed.
๐ he ripped off his shirt, grabbing a bottle of lube and shoving the tip into your hole. Squirting it inside as he teased your genitals. Pulling the bottle away, he quickly replaced it with his dick's tip. Shoving it in and letting out a satisfied groan, bottoming out inside your slippery insides.
๐ he wasted no time In pounding into you, holding your hips flushed against his as he was determined to breed your tight pussy. Bending down a bit to suckle on your breasts, biting and nibbling anywhere he could reach. He went all night, until he physically couldn't give you anymore of his sperm.
๐ flopping ontop of you, he kissed your unconscious form tenderly, caressing your tummy with a loving smile. When you'd wake up, you'd definitely remember your ex boyfriend, Damien.
"so pretty.. now you can't leave me, because soon We'll have a baby on the way~ you wouldn't mind living in the forest where no one can find you right? Hah, ofcourse you don't.."
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weโre actually having an awful time in the safe space app tonight bois
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So help me seven...
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Yuu, hears more about how Sunset Savana refuses to use the resources they were gifted with: So-
Kifaji: Not again, Ms. Yuu.
Yuu: I'm sorry, just... *places hands over her face* Do you know how much something like that can help people in your country.
Kifaji: We don't wish to ruin our nation. But you seem very... determined to stay on this topic.
Yuu, eyes narrow: I'm thinking about how many people you're more than willing to leave fighting for their lives for a decent meal when all of that could be solved by creating new jobs and building up the slums.
Kifaji: We'll drain this country dry-
Yuu, snaps: I've seen what a drained country looks like! I live in one! You don't have to take everything all at once! The country comes first, I get it, but a country is nothing without it's people. Who fight tooth and nail for make a living and they shouldn't have to. That gold fountain could've easily been put to something else, something more meaningful than a 5 second tourist attraction. *Takes a deep breath* I ain't trying to get into rants here, it's just absurd how you refuse to help people. No wonder Ruggie always thinks there's a catch to everything...
Leona: You shouldn't have to apologize for speaking your right opinion, Herbivore.
Kifaji: My prince-
Leona, pulls Yuu close to him: C'mon, I'm listening. You said something earlier about Solar Power, how's that work?
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โโน โฆ 99% NOT LOVE ! | kinich x gn!reader
โ in which two people notice what two people don't .
โ i've gone absolutely batshit over him your honour. im going to now start writing for kinich like a crazed man dying of thirst in the desert. let it be known that streamer!au kinich, enemies to lovers with poacher mc and other ideas are coming up (no im not cheating on xiao shush)
mualani notices it.
"hehe."
and you hear it.
"so! there's a little..." she stares at you with the most serious face you've ever seen on the girl, acting suspiciously unlike herself. gesturing at you with exaggerated hand movements, then pointing toward who knows where, she eyes you. mischievously. "something that's 'going on', yea?"
and at first, you have absolutely no clue what she could be referring to. mualani is a sociable person, after all. her definition of "something" could range anywhere between a particularly cute baby saurian to an out-of-control-bonfire turned wildfire.
with the only eventful thing today being a brief morning surf session with sharky, you just sat there, never having felt more lost.
mualani grabs your shoulders in an iron grip, leaning forward to the point she's almost beginning to seem menacing. you can see the moment where she tries to think over something (which she never does quite successfully) before she straight up shouts:
"ah!! i'll just spell it out for you!! you. and kinich. bestie. spill."
.
.
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ajaw did more than just "notice" it.
"you..! kIINICH, did you seriously have to-"
"noisy."
"selfish assh- ALMIGHTY DRAGONLORD K'UHUL AJAW HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THE DISRESPECT! TIME AND TIME AGAIN, yOU'VE-"
"once again, ajaw. be quiet."
"sure sure, and pretend i didn't see you and that someone do a little smoochy-smooch, huh?! UGH, now you've asked for it- KINICH AND LOVEY DOVEY, SITTIN' IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-"
ajaw was what you would call a "witness". though, most would use that term in regards to one seeing a crime or heinous event take place โ this event was nothing of that nature.
well, as far as kinich was concerned, the matter was simple. you'd ventured all the way to scions of the canopy to give him a gift, (claiming it was for the time he'd helped you after a couple of yumkausarus hadn't enjoyed your fruit offering and instead decided to off you), and he'd refused to accept it. he wasn't one to receive reimbursement for others, and he didn't particularly like talking either โ it was a well-known fact, almost law in natlan, that if the malipo ignored your words, all you need do was apologize and continue on.
well, you did exactly the opposite.
"no thanks."
"...sorry?"
"i don't need it."
"haha, so 'malipo' kinich's rumored no-nonsense nature really proved to be true! now come over here so i can give you my fucking gift!"
you were rather adamant about giving it to him. the reason? you'd bought the gift on a whim after seeing it being sold by a passing merchant, advertised as "80% only today if you buy within the next like 4 minutes" and you'd immediately dropped every mora you had. it was the most useless little thing ever, and you didn't want it at this point, but.. the deals. how could you return such an item???
naturally, you handed it off to the man you'd seen for a good two minutes before he flew, or did whatever his thing was, away. the man had remembered furrowing his brows the slightest, listening to ajaw's persistent yellings of "IT'S AN OFFERING TO ME, TAKE IT" and feeling an oncoming headache. "i said i didn't.."
as he turned to walk away, three unfortunate(?) things occured.
a rock under your shoe and a very graceful process of falling to the ground
kinich looking back (his mistake)
a kiss...?
oh, and two extra.
4. ajaw had saw it all.
5. and mualani, who had saw you from a distance and was coming to greet you, was faced with a sight she could not process.
...Now that he thought over it again, was the matter really "simple"? kinich's job was what he considered simple โ split 70% to investigation, 10% to final decision, and 10% to execution, well portioned and planned out.
then, this...
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"girlie, you've seriously got the wrong idea. i'm telling you, we aren't dating!"
"mmmokay. of course! because not-dating people kiss allll the time!"
you paused for a moment, remembering kinich's even tone, stern gaze, and... ah, a face that deserved a gold medal.
"it's only 99% not love, okay mualani? but if it wasn't..."
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.
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"... and it's 99% not love, ajaw."
(a/n) darling im back from jail part 2. daddys home part 2. not funny? ok. HIHIHIHI ive bene really built like a sun dried raisin lately but kinich is the healing holy water that has saved me i will write more for him in the future because i love him a stupid amount its like the first time in a decade I've written for just ONE character and AND AND
I THOUGHT HE WOULDNT OCME HOME BECAUSE I ONLY HAD 68 WISHES OUT OF MY ORIGINAL LIKE 100+ AND RUINED MY CHANCES BECAUSE OF REALLY REALLY WANTING MuALANI (i love her sm) BUT. BUT BRO CAME HOME. ON THE FIRST 10 PULL AND WON THE 50/50 JUST LIKE MUALANI DID (or is it 45/55 now idk) LIVE LAUGH LOVE KINICH !!
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The Eye of the Hurricane Masterlist
Summary: Sometimes love and power become entwined with each other.
Tropes: Mob!Au, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, pining, slow burn.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, underworld, dysfunctional relationships and explicit language. (Separate and specific warnings will be included in each chapter)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Prologue
Chapter 1 : A night out with an old friend can lead to surprises.
Chapter 2 : Gifts can make good apologies.
Chapter 3 : Guests shouldn't overstay their welcome.
Chapter 4 : A quiet night on the rooftop holds new promises.
Chapter 5 : Certain arguments can't wait.
Chapter 6 : Rumors can spread fast.
Chapter 7 : New enemies can complicate everything.
Chapter 8 : Some decisions require late night visits.
Chapter 9 : A marriage decision leads to an honest conversation about expectations.
Chapter 10 : Happy news can make a dinner so much better.
Chapter 11 : Engagement period is supposed to be romantic.
Chapter 12 : Some car rides aren't relaxing.
Chapter 13 : There are many ways to plan a wedding.
Chapter 14 : A wedding can be a good place for clarity.
Chapter 15 : The first day of marriage can be relaxing.
Chapter 16 : Some meetings cause rumors.
Chapter 17 : Petty fights can start out of nowhere.
Chapter 18 : Family dinner can get tense.
Chapter 19 : A therapy session can be enlightening.
Chapter 20 : Business deals are open to negotiation. ย
Chapter 21 : Calmness is a facade.
Chapter 22 : New deals mean new players.
Chapter 23 : Relatives tend to pry.
Chapter 24 : Couples can have different opinions on many things.
Chapter 25 : Some plans require patience.
Chapter 26 : Fighting for the crown comes with decisions.
Chapter 27 : Some arguments have more tension than others.
Chapter 28 : An heir has many responsibilities.
Chapter 29 : ย Itโs important to have a plan in mind before certain meetings.
Chapter 30 : A promising heir is a daring one.
Chapter 31 : Keeping secrets from business partners can lead to issues.
Chapter 32 : Business partners donโt have to be friendly.
Chapter 33 : Making deals with ex boyfriends can cause tension.
Chapter 34 : Lack of honesty can cause resentment.
Chapter 35 : A nightclub can be a good place for confessions.
Chapter 36 : Proving oneself can be dangerous.
Chapter 37 : Live by the sword, die by the sword.
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Alastor with a female reader who is selectively mute Part 2
Here is part 2 of this story. Mimzy is gonna be in this story as well, since we havent heard her talk yet or what her personality is like, im just gonna write how I think she will talk and act. Enjoy everyone:)
***5 Months Later***
You had adapted to hell surprisingly well. Yes there was some bumps along the way, due to you being mute, but you adjusted as time went on. Your relationships with everyone in the hotel had grown significantly. Charlie adored you and loved you like a sister. She was this close to telling her dad if it was possible to adopt you into the family, but you frantically declined as you suspected it would complicate things, but it was sweet that she loved you so much to do that. Vaggie slowly adjusted to you, don't blame her, she was always untrustworthy of everyone in the hotel, but she came around sooner or later. She offered to teach you some self defense as you were still an easy target. It was a bit difficult, but you managed despite your clumsiness. Angel Dust was a bit annoying in the beginning as he really wanted to hear your voice, but the puppy dog eyes you gave him made him quit. Now he treats you like his bestie, taking you shopping and having you attend some of his shows, which flustered you, but you wanted to support him. Niffty found you adorable when you first met and she still does. She has tried not to speed run towards you, since it always shocked you, causing you to drop your notepad in the past. It took a while, but she was able to do it. Husk was literally your dad figure. He always came over when you appeared upset about something and offered to cheer you up with his card tricks or make you a virgin cocktail, especially since your alcohol tolerance was negative 1000. You loved that he became that caring towards you, especially how gruff he was with everyone else. Sir Pentious was a new addition to the hotel. He first appeared when he tried to blow up the hotel a second time, only for Al to defeat him easily. Later after that, he became a patron at the hotel. He wondered why you didn't speak, but after a talk with Charlie and Vaggie, he no longer questioned it. He did enjoy your company, whenever you came to his work space, as he was crafting his inventions. His Egg Bois adored you as well, which pleased him. Alastor had become almost your protector/best friend. Its crazy to think how in the beginning, he was a bit annoyed when you didn't respond to his question, to now where he was always there to help you whenever you were in a pickle. His radio tower was your sanctuary as you always headed up there during his broadcasts. Alastor would always anticipate you coming as well, as it made his day a whole lot better whenever you showed up and took a seat next to him, admiring him as he continued his broadcast.
Getting ready for the day, you stood in front of your mirror, making sure you look spiffy. Alastor had invited you to attend one of Mimzy's shows at her club. Excitement raced through your body, and you nodded quickly when he asked you. Alastor mentioned before that her shows were very entertaining, so it made you very happy when he invited you to come. After a few minutes of looking yourself over, you walked over to the bed and grabbed the cell phone that was there. Charlie had gotten you it a few weeks ago as a gift. She had installed a text to speech app on it, so whatever you typed on the phone, a voice would respond back. Tears filled your eyes when she gave it to you, almost apologizing for all the trouble she had to go through to get it for you, but she said it was fine and it hardly cost anything. You knew she was royalty, so one cell phone wouldn't be a big deal, but it was to you. After a bunch of persuasion from Charlie saying it was really alright, you accepted the cell phone, not before engulfing Charlie in a hug. It took a while to get use to it, but it got easier over time, and it was a whole lot better then the notepad.
Rushing out of the room, your feet carried you over to the lobby, where a certain deer demon was patiently waiting. Alastor's ear twitched when he heard the pitter patter of your feet, turning to face you with a smile. Stopping to catch your breath, you stood in front of Al and gave a small wave, causing him to chuckle. His eyes scanned your outfit and found it to be perfect for today's activities. "Excited are we, my dear?" Looking at Al, you nodded your head, smiling widely. How adorable he thought. Hooking his arm with yours, Alastor banged his microphone on the ground, causing a portal to open in front of you. "Transporting like this may be new to you, my dear! Hold on tight!" The both of you entered the portal. It felt extremely odd, but you powered through it. The portal had brought you in front of a large building, with a large neon sign reading "Mimzy's." There was a crowd of demons around the building, probably ready for the show, as Mimzy was very popular. Entering inside, your eyes were drawn to the decor. It was a lavish place, the walls were covered in burlesque posters, and string lights decorated the ceiling. It had a very spacious bar and in the center of the room was a large stage with a small band in the background. Heading over to a certain section, there was a table that read VIP. This must be for us, since Alastor was a frequent visitor at this place. Sitting down in the seat, Alastor called over a server, asking for their most popular giggle water, while turning to you and asking what you would like. Taking your phone out, you typed your answer and played it out:
"๐น๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐."
The server was confused at that, but just shrugged and nodded while going over to complete the order. Alastor was not fond that you had to resort to that annoying technology to speak, but he did noticed how more calm you were using it then the notepad, so he kept his opinion to himself. After the server returned with the drinks, the lights began to dim, and the crowd began to let out cheers, as the main entertainer made her way to the stage. Mimzy was a very short demon, a little chubby, but very gorgeous. Her flapper dress suit her very well, as she made her way to the center of the stage. "Good evening, Ladies and Gents! Y'all ready for tonight's performance?" Cheers and whistles were the response to that. "That's what I like to hear! Hit it boys!" The stage lights flashed, as Mimzy walked closer to the front of the stage, standing in front of the microphone, ready to amaze everyone.
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The performance drew to a close, and you were blown away. Her voice was amazing. Loud cheers and applause radiated throughout the whole room, as Mimzy gave a bow. Both you and Alastor clapped with the crowd as Mimzy left the stage, leaving the band there, as they played some jazz to keep the entertainment alive. Alastor turned towards you, asking if you enjoyed the show, to which you responded with an enthusiastic nod. "Why Alastor! You made it" a familiar voice, called out from behind the both of you, as you saw Mimzy walking towards the both of you. "Of course, Mimzy my dear! You do know how much I adore your performances!" Alastor smiled as he greeted Mimzy, placing a kiss on her hand. Mimzy's eyes then locked on you. Oh boy, you hoped she was friendly. "Oh My Goodness! Who is this adorable little peach?!" Oh thank Lucifer, she was a nice demon. "Ah yes! This is another acquaintance of mine! Say hello my dear!" Mimzy glanced at Al when he spoke, then turned back to you with a kind smile. "How ya doin suga~? Did my voice blow you away?" Feeling uncertain, you wondered if she was going to treat you differently if she knew you were a mute. She seemed friendly enough, plus Al said she was a good friend. Slowly you grabbed your phone and typed out what you wanted to say to Mimzy.
๐๐๐! ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
After the voice played, you pointed your eyes to the ground, feeling very shy. Clenching your hands under the table, you worried Mimzy was going to mock you for not speaking. "Oh my satan! Alastor, where did you find this angel? She is simply precious!" Mimzy had grabbed your cheeks, and began to squish them, like what a mother would do to a baby. "She had arrived in Hell a few months ago! She is a shy little one!" Alastor chuckled as he watched Mimzy coo at you. "No apologies needed suga~! Just happy you enjoyed the show! Here, let me give you a VIP pass so you can visit with no problems. Okay, darling?" Mimzy let go of your cheeks, and handed you the card. She had a very motherly side to her, which you liked. Grabbing the card, you nodded your head and smiled. Mimzy smiled and hugged you again. She then departed both of you as she had to meet up with some gents on the other side of the room. Both you and Alastor stayed at the club for a little bit, chatting about certain topics until you realized it had gotten late. Exiting the building, both you and Alastor decided to walk back to the hotel. Could have teleported, but the breeze was nice plus you both needed to stretch your legs after sitting for a long time. Your arm was hooked with Al's as he walked with you. Always such a gentleman. After walking for a couple of minutes, Alastor had stopped in his tracks. "My dear, may I ask you a question?" Alastor turned towards you, as he let your arm go, as he left you to stand in front of him. Staring into his eyes, you looked to see if there was any evidence of anger in them, but you found none. There was a little hint of sadness though, yet Alastor was still smiling. "I noticed during conversations with others, you always apologize! Why is that, my dear?" Tilting his head at you, he waited for your response.
Painful memories from your past began to flash in your mind once Alastor asked that question. Tears started to form, but they were blinked away. Reaching for your phone with trembling hands, you slowly wrote your answer and played it for Al.
๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ข ๐ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐. ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ข ๐ธ ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐.
Tears rolled down your cheeks, as you pointed your head to the ground. Everything you felt from back then began to pour out of you, and you couldn't stop. Alastor was silent in front of you, and you figured he was upset with you, but before you could type a response, you were caught off when you felt someone wrap their arms around you. You found your head being placed in the crook of his neck, as he held you tightly. HE WAS HUGGING YOU?!? The last months while staying at the hotel, you were able to find out that Alastor didn't liked being touch. Yes, he would touch you and the others, but it mostly involved an arm hook, slight shoulder hug or head pat. You never expected that Al would be hugging you like this. After a few seconds, he began to speak. "I am truly sorry you had to suffer through that, my dear! But let me tell you this, people who mock and taunt others for being odd or a little strange are the tฬธอฬrฬดฬฬฆuฬตฬ
ฬฆeฬดฬฬข ฬถอฬฐsฬดฬฬฑcฬทอฬชuฬถฬฬงmฬถออ ฬธฬอoฬดฬฬฆfฬธออ ฬถฬฬฆtฬถฬฝอhฬถอฬeฬดฬพฬง ฬดอฬฏeฬดฬอaฬดอฬrฬธฬอtฬธฬฬฐhฬธฬฬค! They are the true monsters! Don't believe their heinous words! To me, you are the sweetest and most unique demon in all of the seven rings! Never apologize for being the way you are ever again!" His words made you cry even more. Moving your hands slowly, you placed them on his back, tightening the hug. You felt the slight flinch from his body when you did that, but he slowly relaxed and squeezed you tighter.
The hug lasted for a bit before Al slowly released you, snapping his fingers to have a handkerchief appear in his hands, as he wiped your tears away. Once he finished, he leaned down and placed his hands on the sides of your mouth, moving them up to make it appear you were smiling. "Come on, my dear! Smile!" The smile on his face was outstretched, revealing all of his sharp teeth. His antics never ceased to make you laugh. Looking at him, you gave him a great big smile. Chuckling, Al leaned back up and grabbed your arm again, continuing his walk back to the hotel. After about a few minutes of walking, you both stopped in your tracks as an unknown voice called out to the both of you. "Well well well, if it isn't the Radio Demon."
*(TO BE CONTINUED)*
Part 1 of the Story is Here
Part 3 of the story is Here
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nanami who loves his sweetheart gf so much bcs she's so good to him (giving him the nastiest head and taking his thick cock like a champ)
a/n: sorry guys ty for waiting, finally got the theme up! enjoy x / very fun to witness these three @marimogf @jabamin @redskyvenus โs live reactions last night LOLOL (1.5k)
warnings: fem!reader, dry humping, semi-public oral (m! receiving), almost getting caught, deep throating, cumshot on face, brief unprotected p -> v sex, gojo being annoying as always, n*sfw under the cut
nanami never forces you into anything you donโt want to do โ youโre not too big on changing the deteriorating dresser because it was a gift from your mom, nor were you keen on changing from echire to yotsuba hokkaido butter even if the former option was a little pricier. he simply accepts it because you could do no wrong in his eyes, but this, he feels that youโre hurling head first into this.
he canโt help but check his watch every few seconds even when the meeting was supposed to be fifteen minutes later, while you sat obediently in his lap with arms around his neck. he keeps sparing glances toward the locked door, too, and you only bring his face back to you with a frown.
โdo you not want me to?โ
โnoโ no! no, darling, iโm just worried if iโm forcing you into anything since youโre not one to reject often. are you sure?โ
and if nanami wasnโt sure about your answer before, you lean forward to press another kiss to his lips, slipping your tongue in just to feel his. under you, you can feel him growing against your cunt, grinding down against his bulge until he starts groaning softly. you take the opportunity to kiss down his neck, infectious giggles affecting him, too when you feel a smile appearing on his face.
he lets you do anything always (you could do no wrong), letting you loosen his tie and unbuttoning the first button of his shirt just to mark the skin there. it blooms into a bluish-black, something that you admire after sucking at his neck. he makes sure your hips donโt stop, either, large hands planted on your ass to keep you grinding.
โkento . .โ you mumble, thighs around his body tightening and tensing up as you hump your clothed core into his hard-on, the restriction of fabric so irritating yet exciting. and he responds by moving his hips into yours as well, mumbling praises into your lips โ but, as always, gojo has to be annoying.
nanami grunts when he hears a message notification sound out.
[9:54am, gojo -> nanami]: HEELLLOOOO GOOD MORNING NANAMI !!! r you comin to the meeting in 5 min????? i think the higher-ups want cams on btw ~~~
he gives you an apology at having been interrupted, but you donโt mind when youโre patting his cheek and leaving his lap to get to your knees, smiling from under his desk. heโs just glad gojo isnโt here physically to see nanami be so filthy, mentioning something about going to the countryside for some nasty curse, but you? heโs so thankful you didnโt twist your face one bit at his request (โare you up for some . . mischief during the higher-ups meeting, doll?โ).
the way he asked too was cute, feeling the lewd words get stuck in his throat but you know what heโs referring to anyway, quieting his fears last night with one sweet kiss.ย
and nanami spares one last glance to you, a grateful smile before he clicks into the meeting, turning on the camera. only then do you get to work, letting nanami feel a sense of security before youโre unbuckling his belt and removing the underwear. as usual, the sight of his cock never fails to give a chill right down to your pussy, hearing him hiss when the air touches his shaft.
โpretty,โ you mumble to yourself, wrapping a careful hand around his length before youโre pumping him to full hardness, swirling your tongue around his tip just a little to test the waters. you knew these meetings never needed for the sorcerers to turn their mics on, so you could be as sloppy as you wanted to.
before long, you start bobbing your head and his hands drop to his thighs to squeeze at it because your mouth just feels so damn warm, mirroring exactly how your pussy felt just last night.
even with the mic off, you try to keep the sloppy gurgling noises to a minimum, but itโs proving difficult when there was just so much saliva. with one hand, youโre stroking the base of his cock and the other plays with his balls, squeezing and fondling when you hear nanami groan out loud. you grin.
you know heโs already checking the microphone symbol every second, but your mouth just does that: make the ever stoic nanami lose control over everything.
โs-shiit . . baby,โ he mutters, hiding his mouth with his hand, โmouth feel so fuckinโ good, darlinโ.โ
you hum from under the table, like a devilโs temptation and nanami caves so easily, glancing down to see you take his fat cock like a champ. there you are, spit and pre-cum smeared all over your face as you lick the underside of his length from its base right to his tip before tapping his cock on your tongue, slaps reverberating throughout his office.
โgood girl,โ he grins, rolling his office chair closer to you just to see his cock enter your mouth again before a resounding first-grade sorcerer nanami kento, is everything okay? comes through his laptop speakers and he scrambles, eyes blown wide and fingers searching for the unmute button.
โeverything is fine, gakuganji-san, justโโ nanami clears his throat, โthought there was a bug on the floor.โ
the higher-ups donโt care, frankly, but the thrill was still there; at being found out, at being caught. blindly, he reaches for your head, watching his reflection in the meeting call just to make sure he isnโt making any suspicious faces before heโs pulling you right onto his cock.
โmmphโ!โ you let nanami use your mouth, bringing you right down to the base of his cock where your nose met with his blonde pubes, and you try your best to breathe through your nose. your nails dig into the sides of his thighs, prompting him to look down again and nanami gives himself some leeway. if the higher-ups didnโt care, he wouldnโt either, looking at his baby kneeled under the table so adorably.
โyouโre taking it so well, doll, fuck,โ he swears, feeling sweat run down his back from just how collected heโs trying to look on camera, โstill beinโ a pretty girl even with all that cock down your throat.โ
his words make your pussy throb, but youโre too busy trying not to gag when his tip touches the back of your throat; one sound from you is enough, though, for nanami to pull you off of him, easily finding your chin and grabbing hold of it. with repeated glances to the screen and you, he decides that your stuck out tongue is too pink and perfect to waste it on paying attention to a lame meeting.
with the other hand nanami starts pumping his cock, moaning shamelessly, now. his lips part in low profanities and groans, spurred on by the wet shlicks of his stroking hand that gathers both his pre and your saliva. even without words, you sit there with tongue out and eyes trained on him, just begging and asking.
โplease, kento,โ and then the words send him into overdrive, โwanโ your cum all over my face.โ his grunts turn louder, choked and strained and heโs sure his quads are pulled so tautly from how close he is to cumming.ย
โcโ close, โm gonna give it all to you, yeah?โ you nod, scooting closer on your knees while his hand switches to quicker strokes, desperate for release until you make the mistake of suckling on his tip, the added stimulation making his cock twitch and soon your mouth is full of his cum. it overflows so much that it spills onto your face, too, his hot, thick seed covering your cheeks in white.
โo-oh . . fuuuck, doll,โ nanami continues to pump himself, drunk on ecstasy as his whole body shakes and your grin while licking the cum from your face, cleaning up perfectly until youโre turning around and presenting your ass to him. he almost ends the call right there and then, staring hypnotised at your unclothed pussy that you must have taken off when he wasnโt looking.
like always, you can do no wrong, wriggling your ass back just onto his still weeping tip until he can just barely feel the warmth of your pussy and he chokes out your name again.
โcโcanโt . .โ
โcanโt, or wonโt, kento?โ you scooch back again onto his dick, juices dripping from your pretty cunt that he exhales. gakuganji is wondering whatโs wrong again though so he calls on your boyfriend again and he answers with a callback to his previous reply โ โs-sorry, gakuganji-san, it wasnโt a bug but rather an arachnid. y-yeah, they scare the crap out of me, so please continue on without me.โ
the cameraโs and micโs off and nanami simply falls from his office chair, fully sheathing himself in you with a loud whiny moan. he wastes no time, thrusting into your tight pussy and obsessing over how it wraps around him like a vice, too drunk on you to notice another notification from the annoying sorcerer.
[10:23am, gojo -> nanami]: didnโt know u were freaky like that. care to invite me next time?
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โฅ๏ธ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ข๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ | charles leclerc x reader smau
โฆ pairing : charles leclerc x fem!wife!reader
โฆ summary : in which charles is a proud soccer dad and he got too enthusiastic during his daughter soccer match
โฆ content warning : use of yn, badly translated french, attempted humor, crack fic
โฆ faceclaim : girlies from pinterest
a/n: henlo !!1! idk why but i just feel like charles would be that type of soccer dad who gets too competitive and heated for no reason. had this idea randomly popped in my head while i was at work lol. lemme know what u think! enjoy~ (requests are open)
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yninstagram not to be that soccer mom, but look!! fleur's already a star player!! xx
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charles_leclerc โ ma fille! ma fiertรฉ et ma joie, regarde-la!! (my daughter! my pride and joy, look at her!!)
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user1 fleur is not even my kid but im crying,, shes so cute in her little soccer jersey ๐ฅน
user4 wow the talent in sports must run deep in the family
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scuderiaferrari โ Fleur Leclerc for the next AS Monacoย Football Fรฉminin's star player ๐๐
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โคท shes growing up so fast
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โคท thankfully you're not the one playing
โคท one leclerc that can actually play football ๐
โคท charles_leclerc โ bro get off my page fr
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charles_leclerc โ the sport genes truly does run in the leclerc family ๐๐ so so proud of my fleur, you will always be my number one champion ๐ซถ๐ป
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maxverstappen1 โ yes she gets the genes from yn. certainly not from you ๐๐
โคท charles_leclerc โ you do not want to play that game with me, mate.
โคท maxverstappen1 โ is that a threat??? hello??
โคท user6 ๐ญ๐ญ soccer dad charles is not playing any games w anyone
user8 yall saw that vid of charles beefing with a 5 year old over a damn soccer game?? LOL
โคท user34 he was serious abt it too LMAOO
yninstagram CHARLES LECLERC PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE
โคท charles_leclerc โ oh no we gotta go.. ๐โโ๏ธ๐จ๐จ
โคท user34 nahh aint no way ur getting away with it bruh ๐ญ
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charles_leclerc โ in all seriousness, i apologize for the misunderstandings i have caused and the video that has been circulating around on the web. after hours and hours of apologizing to my beautiful wife (im forgiven thank god), i just wanted to say that my fleur and yn are both the greatest gift i've ever received in my life, no championships can ever compare. Papa sera toujours fier de vous deux et sera votre plus grand fan jusqu'ร la fin des temps. (daddy will always be proud of you both and will be your biggest fan till the end of time)โค๏ธโค๏ธ
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yninstagram je t'aime, mon monde entier ๐๐ฉท (i love you, my whole world)
โคท yninstagram papa, je t'aime mais s'il te plaรฎt, ne viens pas au prochain match de football - fleur xx ๐ฉท (daddy, I love you but please don't come to the next football game)
โคท pascale.leclerc.355 les amours de ma vie ๐โค๏ธ
โคท charles_leclerc โ ๐ญ๐ญpleurer et dormir sur le trottoir ce soir (crying and sleeping on the curbside tonight)
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Hello Rassicas.
I am working on a video about Nintendoโs lgbtq characters. Of course when it comes to splatoon, thereโs a certain duo that comes to mind, off the hook.
The problem Iโve been having is that it seems a lot of the information, wether that be the English/japanese bits of dialogue, interviews and other bits of lore, seems to be completely scattered around.
Considering you describe yourself as the โCEO of splatoon loreโ I was wondering if you could help me compile any bits and pieces of those two gay cephalopods.
(My apologies if this is moreso something I should be asking in dms instead)
i think the ask box is a good place for this, i'm not as hardcore of a shipper as other people are (more of a worldbuilding enjoyer), but i know there is so much and I don't wanna dig for all of it. I'll share a few off the top of my head. pearlina fans reading this, please feel free to share anything else in the replies/reblogs.
1. Pearl interview from Octotune: its on my mind since i just brought it up in a previous ask I think the artwork in this interview has the strongest implication that pearl and marina live together. Also the question:
Q17: What is the best gift you have ever received?
Pearl: The chance to meet Marina.
2. Marina's manga, "Dear Pearl". a manga that, in-universe, is drawn by marina.
genuinely i think this is one of the gayest things there is in canon like theres hearts in that LOVE letter thats directed towards pearl COME ON (i consider it canon as its drawn by seita inoue, who handles splatoon's art direction and a lot of lore/worldbuilding). you can read it here
3. Marina's tagline on Splatoon Base calls her a ๆใใไนๅฅณ "young lady in love". the word for 'to love' (ๆใใ) is specifically romantic.
4. Off the Hook didn't fight against each other in the s2 final splatfest like the Squid Sisters did because they're on such good terms with each other.
Iโve heard people saying that since the final fest for the last game was a showdown between the Squid Sisters, this time it was bound to be between Off the Hook.
Nogami: I think thatโs probably the obvious conclusion, but the development team donโt actually want those two to attack one another. Since the Squid Sisters have their own talents and abilities, even though they are a duo they are also kind of rivals, so we thought we would pit them against each other. Off the Hook, though, are much more of a unit and on good terms with one another, so we didnโt want to force them to fight.
5. Marina has a photo of pearl as her desktop wallpaper. the framing of the photo very much looks romantic and intimate. there is no heterosexual explanation for this
i'll stop here, there's definitely more and I don't wanna be here for hours. I haven't even touched on any in game dialogue. again guys feel free to make additions to this with sources. is there a pearlina masterdoc or something LOL i feel like thats something that deserves to exist (someone please make it because i wont)
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