#But some idiot (me) decided to have two energy drinks

[floydsteeth]

you ever spend all day hanging out with people only for when you get home to suddenly have a really big wave of anxiety and depression

[acotarxreader]

The Silent Treatment

Azriel X Reader

Synopsis: Your past affair sends Azriel into brooding, with Elain being lead to believe that the end of the relationship she hated so much had finally happened.

Warnings: Breaking glass? Angst, silly Elain, sillier Azriel.

A/N: As a result of the poll, please enjoy this short series of unfortunate miss communications. Let me know what you think!

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“Az-Az-Azriel! Would you just listen to me?" You attempted to pull your partner in crime’s crossed arms apart from one another, stopping him outside Feyre’s gallery before entering the charity event.

“You’re not seriously still mad about this?! We weren’t even together, you big Illyrian baby!” He continued to try to walk past you as if you were made of the Summer air you both stood in. You wish you and the Inner Circle never played that stupid drinking game, the story of you and a certain senior member of the Autumn Courts Summer fling many centuries ago leaving your loose liquored lips. 

“Az, it’s been almost two weeks! Can you stop with the silent treatment” He gave you one solitary blink before exhaling loudly and continuing his course into the gallery event, leaving you standing alone in the street. 

“Hi YN!” You almost leapt from your skin at the sound of Elain appearing behind you, you giving a small wave of a greeting in return, your eyes landing on Azriel laughing to some throw-away comment Cassian bellowed. You hadn’t heard that beautiful sound in so long and it gave you a new sense of anger. 

“So I saw that- that little moment with Az, trouble in paradise?” you tried not to let her not-so-innocent words nip at you. For the most part, you got on with Elain but every now and then she would radiate this energy towards you you couldn’t quite shake. 

“I can’t even get into it Elain, he’s really pushed me this time, I’m finished with hi- Shit! The time! I have to go give that speech inside!” You left her on the road suddenly, your commitments interrupting your thought process, unknowingly sending a live grenade into your relationship.

Elain hadn’t heard the end of the thought, the thought that may have ended along the lines of “finished with him ignoring me, I need to make it better” but no, those words were never heard. Elain believed her silent prayers had come true, that things could go back to how they were before you re-entered Azriels life after the war, rekindling the youngling romance you both had with one another. She missed his devoted attention to her, his longing glances she hadn’t felt since you recaptured Azriels world. Now she believed the relationship had been cleaved apart with the knowledge of your tryst with Eris during the years you and Azriel were apart. 

Over the course of the following week, you inadvertently kept your distance from Azriel, being sent on multiple missions for the Court but to Elain, you had chosen to stay away from him. With you away and unable to work onf repairing the relationship combined with Azriel’s ongoing silent treatment, she decided it was time to act on her feelings. 

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Azriel sat in the Summer sun, sipping herbal tea outside your favourite pastry shop. His eyes drifted to an easy close, warming in the sun until a shadow blocked his warmth.

“Elain?”

“Hello Azzills” Azriel cringed slightly at the use of your endearing pet name for him, it sounding corrupt from her tongue, he shook it off. Elain slid onto the adjacent chair to Azriel, his shadows wanting to leap in alarm at the close proximity. Azriel wished it was you, he missed you in his self-inflicted solitude, and he felt like an idiot for it now.

“Sooo whatcha doing Azills?” The name was like nails on a chalkboard from her. Her hand landed on his thigh, Azriels shadows flurrying slightly. Was Elain drunk? Azriel thought. 

“Ehh nothing Elain, what are you doing?” he half laughed trying to defuse the situation. A year previous he would have loved the touch from her, loved the attention. But not now. Azriel had found you after centuries of war separating you from one another, he had no need for half glances and momentary chances, he had you. 

“I’m doing this” she whispered to him before leaning in and meeting his lips. Azriel was entirely shocked by the boldness. The moment he had wanted for so long was now like the worst crime against nature. Azriels shadows were now frenzied, he placed his arms on her shoulders, moving to push her from him until-

“Azriel?!” Your voice came rushing to his ears as he pushed Elain back, you staring at the two of them in utter horror from a little way down the road. Azriel felt as though he may vomit his tea everywhere when his eyes found yours as they seemingly shattered 

“You bring me down here to meet you for this?!” Your words echoed your heartbreak and Azriels confusion. He went to speak but the words couldn't find their way through the bile and shock building in his throat. You vanished in front of him, unable to take the silence for a second more. Azriel leapt from the iron seat but you were gone, his shadows moving to follow you but not quickly enough. 

“Elain! What the actual fuck?!” He couldn’t decide if he was angrier with himself or with her right now.

“I thought you broke up!” Elain almost as shocked as Azriel. 

“Broken up?! Do you really think I would be out fucking sipping tea if YN and I broke up? I would be dead at the bottom of the Sidra!” she felt shame grow in her at his angry tone. 

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You rocketed into your shared apartment with Azriel, rage absolutely whipping through you as you swept your hands along the photo frame-covered mantelpiece, the happy members shattering to the ground. You stood in the broken glass, feeling all of the emotions of the happy photos rattle around and be replaced with waves of deep, suffocating sadness. You felt your body roar out and collapse into the broken glass pieces, the shards piercing your knees. Alone in the house, as you had been for the three weeks. You rose from the ground on shaking legs, sitting down on the loveseat, looking at the mess. You gently plucked the shards of broken glass from your knees, your flesh knotting back together. 

“YN” his voice was so mouselike in its uncharacteristic meekness. You lifted your eyes to the Shadowsinger stood sheet-white in the doorway. You hadn’t heard his voice in so long and yet now all you wanted was the silence. 

“No” you found your voice saying.

“Let me explain-”

“-Oh so you get to explain yourself and I’m supposed to listen when you wouldn’t even give me the same grace?-” your voice vibrated with anger “-You kissed another female! Not just any other female, Elain! Elain!” you couldn’t stop your tears sailing over the rim of your eyes, your body beginning to shake at the image in your mind. Azriel closed the distance, sitting ever so cautiously next to you as you felt yourself let him. You missed him beneath it all and wished it wasn’t these circumstances that reunited you. 

“I know YN, I am the scum of the planet, I don’t deserve to explain, please let me though, please, please” his hand took yours in his, a feeling you missed so dearly. 

“If you want to be with Elain then-”

“-Don’t finish that sentence, I don’t want to be with her, only you! She thought we had-we had broken up” he said the end so softly, like the idea could cause him to crumble at any moment. His arm snaked around your waist to support you, your head instinctively leaning into the warmth. You both sat in silence but unlike the kind that had stayed between you for the past three weeks, this was warm, full of comfort and hope and home. 

“I’m sorry about Er-”

“-Please don’t apologise for that, it was so so stupid, my jealousy clouded me, I have you now and you're mine n- you’re still mine right?” his words shook out of him. 

“I don’t think I could ever be anyone else’s-” he kissed the top of your head at the words as you smiled - "unfortunately” he scoffed before laughing at your teasing. 

“I love you Azriel”

“And I love you but the redecorating in here maybe not so much”

“Dibs on not being the one to tell Cass I broke the clay horse he made!” you laughed the words out loudly

“Unfair YN I-”

“Uh uh uh-” you shook your finger playfully in his face “-you’ve given me ammunition for the rest of our lives together in what happened today”

“For the rest of our lives, doesn’t sound too bad” he kissed you sweetly then, peace and passion radiating from you both. 

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[ravstars]

Bad date (ᗒ⩊ᗕ)

⌇Wanderer/ Scaramouche x Reader.ᐟ

જ⁀➴Smut: Your usually stoic and ignorant college roommate seems abnormaly engrossed in the date you had planned with a mutual friend, insisting on giving you advice on how to dress, etc. When you come back that same evening, all pouty and disappointed, telling him about how bad it had went, he can't help but show you what you're missing out on with him.

a/n: Careful, this is smut! If you do decide to read it, i hope you enjoy! This is AFAB and Scara does refer to the reader as a good girl. I am still kind of figuring this whole layout thing out as I go so I might change some stuff up sometimes. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Scaramouche was very annoyed.

As if you weren't insuffrable enough, having a date with some imbecile, who you both knew from some party you forced him to go a few months back, made you even more intolerable than before. Why would you go out on a date with some ugly idiot anyway? He huffs, deciding to check in on your pathetic state of getting ready for an immature frat boy.

You were sitting down on the floor infront of your dresser, messily looking through every dress you had. Scara doesn't hesitate to put his hand on your head, making you flinch away and complain about ruining your hair.

''I don't understand what your issue is, just pick a random dress, why are you being so peculiar about this? It's quite frankly pitiful." He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as you don't even look at him once.

"The white one or this navy one?" You hold two options up, one navy denim dress and one classy white dress with intracate details. He looks at both and decides to indulge himself for this once. It's not like he gets to take you out anyway, so he might as well make you work for his opinion.

''Try both on.'' He simply states, his expression unreadable. You hesitate but agree nonetheless. Getting up with an exasperated sigh and kicking him out until you try the first dress on. You decide to indulge him and show him the first dress — the navy one. You step out of your room, spinning for your roommate, waiting for a reaction.

“Well?”

“It kinda makes you look weird.” He says, suppressing a smirk. You looked ravishing in his truthful opinion, yet he would never admit that.

You huff, wordlessly turning back into your room and trying the other dress on. A pretty basic white dress, fitting for any occasion.

Stepping out once more you’re greeted with complete silence. You spin suspiciously, brows furrowed

“Wear the other one.” He simply says before turning on his feet and leaving you be.

Did this one look that bad? If only it did, Scaramouche thought.

Due to the uncertainty he had left behind, you do decide to wear the navy dress, getting ready as usual. Time had finally come and you couldn’t wait to meet your date, you couldn’t be blamed for being so excited, could you? You walk out that door and leave to the restaurant, Scaramouche unenthusiastic in his goodbyes, the only thing him having said to you being a mumble of ‘…you better stay safe… I don’t want to be responsible for anything later’.

Apropos later… well, it wasn’t an ideal date.

“Look, I arrived there and, first of, he was 10 minutes late. It’s not like that’s a big deal in itself but considering how he didn’t have any manners, it just adds to everything. He kept asking invasive questions and even asked me if I was interested in sleeping with him 30 minutes in. Who does that?” You groan, taking another sip of your energy drink, now a few hours later and at home again, in a big T-shirt as you vented to Scaramouche, who hadn’t said a word the entire time.

“It was horrible, Scara. Why do all the men interested in me have to be such douchebags?”

“Hm,” He mused, the corners of his lips twitching upwards, “Maybe because you’re the one choosing those idiots.” He was a selfish man, he knew that, especially when he felt great gratification when he found out your date had gone terribly. He only offered an energy drink in consolation and an ear, though, he was just an actor like that.

“Oh, and where are those non-douchebags I’m supposedly not choosing then?” You sigh, putting the drink down

“Tch. Dumbass, right here.”

“Huh?”

You turn to him, seeing him with a determined look, his eyes seeking out yours.

“You heard me.” He simply says, as if challenging you to make sense of what he’s telling you.

“Stop saying things like that, Scara…” you grumble, looking down.

“And what if I don’t, hm?”

You feel both of his arms encasing your body, having semi-crawled on top of you. You look up and your noses almost touch as you do. He looks different to you from this angle and you see the faint blush on his cheeks. You look into his eyes and he meets yours the same way. It’s as if he’s asking for permission as he bumps his nose against yours, your lips gaping in silent consent. His eyes flicker down to your lips before he closes them and finally leans in.

His lips press softly against yours, testing the waters with how far you’re willing to take it tonight. As you make no move to pull away he lets his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth.

His tongue curled around yours in a passionate dance of growing arousal. His hands have found their way to your waist, his nails softly digging into the soft skin of your sides.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” He purrs out, breaking the kiss to look at your flushed expression

“Watching you go out with these weird, undeserving dimwits…” He kisses along your jaw before trailing gently down your neck. You can’t help the sound at the back of your throat when he sucks particularly hard at one spot on your neck. He chuckles under his breath before continuing his work on you. His hands trail down to your thighs and squeeze gently, parting them slowly settling in between

“Are you sure about this, Scara?” You ask, looking up at him from underneath. His lips are shiny, as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting your saliva on them, so sweet, he thinks to himself.

“Are you sure about this, princess?” He answers with a question back, eyeing your expression with smug curiosity, making you gulp. You have never been this close to him before, what did you even feel for him in the first place? All you knew was you wanted him and you craved his touch deeply.

“I am, I want this.” You reassure shyly, earning a light chuckle from the man above you.

He responds by pressing his lips against yours again, this time more powerful, grinding up against you slowly. He hums at your reciprocation, your hands flat against his chest.

“Mm, may I?” He mumbles into your mouth, hands itching up to play with the hem of your oversized T-shirt. You hum, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. He dares to slip his hand under your shirt for the first time, losing his mind at the feel of your skin. You were always perfect to him, there was no doubt, but right now - this has to be his favorite way of seeing you. He feels you up, hands roaming your hips, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of your underwear on your hip.

“So perfect… haah…” He pulls away with a gasp, his free hand on your jaw “You’re so perfect.”

You can’t comprehend what’s happening, the words coming out of his mouth. He hooks his two fingers under the fabric, startling you. He waits for you to adjust before tugging the fabric down your thighs.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He admits and you nod, closing your eyes. “No, no, look at me, open those eyes, keep your pretty eyes on me.”

Pushing up your shirt he feasts upon your anatomy, kissing and tasting your warm and flushed skin. He groans, growing needy at your gasps and moans.

His fingers find your cunt, gently rubbing your clit, as he relishes in the noises you make, squirming against him.

“I can feel you getting wetter and wetter, hm?” He’s breathless, trying to appear calm and collected, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“It’s unfair…” you start, making him stutter in his movements “You have to take your clothes off too.” He chuckles at your complaint, taking his hands off you momentarily to pull his shirt off. Your hands find his bare skin, smoothing over him, over anything you could see - beauty marks, scars, anything and he swears he could die, drowning in your touch, in your attention, in your love.

You begin to feel your core aching, longing for something of him, a fragment, a piece, anything you could get.

“Please,” you urge and he immediately knows what you want. So he enters one finger into you and opens you up, preparing you gently. Your eyes flutter shut in response, squeezing closed.

His eyes are trained on you, watching every reaction and every expression you made. He leans down to kiss the spot under your ear, feeling you shudder against him.

“Can I put in another one?” He asks, feeling that you were ready for it. He doesn’t hesitate when you nod, groaning as he feels you around his fingers.He grows impatient soon, pulling his fingers out of you just as you were about to cum, making you whine at the loss of contact.

“I know, baby, I know,” he coos, working on unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his knees. Your eyes fixate on him, straining painfully.

“Are you okay?” He makes sure one last time, as he tugs down his boxers and you can barely nod, not trusting your voice.

“Ah, shit,” he lubes his cock up with your juices, grinding up and down your folds for as long as he can take.

“Put it in, please,” You force out, hands reaching out for his own. As he intertwines your hands he pushes his tip in, both of you panting in pleasure and maybe overwhelming emotions. He bottoms out quickly, leaning down to be close to you, yearning for more and more and more of you.

Whimpering, he starts to set a pace fitting both of you. He’s never felt so vulnerable before. Being so intimate with you, of all people, it made his heart ache. He liked you - No, he loved you, but he could only express that through his actions right now. He starts to go faster, hitting that spot in you making you roll your eyes.

“Oh, good girl, such a good girl- ah,” he kissed you desperately, the pleasure burning in his veins. He felt so good, it was all he could think about. The feeling of you, hot and a mess under him, was pushing him further and further to the peak of pleasure already.

“I’m close,” he pants, “are you close?”

“Mhm, I’m so close…” you hold onto him tighter, feeling each other.

His hold on you suddenly tightens before his hips stutter against yours, burying himself to the hilt as the pleasure takes over both of you, your orgasm hitting you right where you needed.

“Fuck,” he heaves, eyes searching yours, “are you okay?”

“Ye- hahh, yeah, are you?” your pupils dilate, your body shaking

“Yes, yes, I’m…” he trails off, slumping against you. Mind too dazed for anything else, you close your eyes, letting the exhaustion catch up to you.

You wake up the next day that Saturday, surprisingly in your bed, in fresh clothes and unsurprisingly sore. You sit up in bed, recalling the previous night when you hear a knock on your door.

“Yeah?”

“I made breakfast, get up, sleepyhead.” Scaramouche opens the door, and his eyes soften seeing you in bed

“You good?”

“I’m sore, you dumbass.” You groan with a smile

“You weren’t complaining yesterday.” He scoffs, walking into your room and pulling you up, helping you

“Don’t be so dramatic, my god.” you both laugh, and you hit his shoulder, making him scowl playfully.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Ello!!

So this is for Quiet. Where after a smooth mission is over, Price decides it’s a good idea for the 141 to go to a bar and wind down. They all carpool (could you imagine how cramped that would be lol) and arrive, taking seats at the front.

Now they are all wearing normal clothing, aside from ghost, wearing that hoodie/jacket with the skull balaclava. And soon enough the drinks start rolling in.

I can literally see Quiet practically barricaded/sandwiched in between Ghost and Soap. Because they’re big guys and she’s small. So while the rest of the 141 are having their fun, Quiet leaves to go to the bathroom and when she starts to make her way back, some idiot tries to flirt with her and “take her home” if you know my meaning. She’s not having it and declines shaking her head but the guy is persistent and not leaving her be.

And ghost notices…

You always send me the best prompt for this series @thedevillovesflowers ❤️ SO sorry this took me forever, this is a little short just because I was struggling but I hope you like it

Hoping to slowly get back into this series I have a couple ideas

Quiet Series

You were persistent. It was in your job to be especially when you were someone who had to wait hours in the same spot for your target before you could do anything. But right now your patience was wearing thin by the second.

It was meant to be just a nice night out at the pub. It had been a long time since you and the 141 had the chance to relax, so Price offered to take everyone to the pub for a couple drinks and food.

It had been nice. You always loved hanging out with the boys, even if they got on your nerves, and doing it off the clock was nice since you didn't have to worry about getting shot at. They included you too, of course they did, because while Price had put you on the team just almost a year ago, it felt like you had been there since the beginning.

You had been stuck in between Soap and Ghost, smushed against Ghost more since Soap was so animated and enjoyed the company.

You blamed the warm fuzzy feeling on the few drinks you had rather than being pressed against your lieutenant, not having the energy to unpack those feelings at the moment. Eventually you had to use the bathroom and though you regrettably had to move away from his warmth, you didn't miss the way his dark eyes followed you.

But now you were here, unable to get back to him because a rather unattractive man stood in your way.

He was trying to get you to come home with him but after you had shook your head no multiple times he just didn't get it.

"You don't have to be shy, tell me why not." He said but you shook your head again.

You would try to sign to him but you don't think he knows ASL or that he would even realize you were mute. You wanted to just walk past him but there was limited space and you didn't want to be touched by any part of him.

"C'mon, I like a mysterious lady and you can tell me all about your scars-"

Your patience was gone.

You huffed, rolling your eyes and tried to step past him but he grabbed your arm. You nearly slapped him before you felt a familiar presence.

"She said no, mate. Leave it." Ghost's voice was rougher than usual but just as serious as always, maybe even more so like he was scolding a recruit.

He glared at the man and pushed himself in between the two of you. He didn't need to do anything else as the man grumbled and scurried off, leaving the pub without further incident.

"Alright?" Ghost turned to you and you gave him a small smile.

"Yeah..." You signed, trying not to let the interaction ruin your night.

"Let's take a walk."

You gladly followed him out of the pub and once you were outside, you couldn't help but lean against him. You expected him to pull away but he instead he gently pulled you closer.

That warm fuzzy feeling came back when he wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you began your walk and it was hard to ignore it or place the blame on anything else.

At least out here you could lean on him without worrying what the others or anyone else would think.

"You should've told him off." Ghost grumbled. "Bastard would've ran if he knew how scary you are."

You snorted but shook your head.

"It's not like he would've understood anyway" You signed and you saw the annoyance in his eyes, not at you but at the man. "Don't let it bother you, he's unimportant."

"Should be saying that to you." He signed back and you smiled.

"It's okay. No sense in getting mad at what I can't control, right?"

You know he's smiling under his mask when you see the corner of his eyes crinkle. Your face heats up when he tightens his hold around your shoulders.

"Atta girl."

A/n: slowly getting back into this hopefully Ghost isn't ooc, he's a little different that roommate!simon here atm but he'll get there

[sports-on-sundays]

lucky strike / CL16

Summary: Charles x American!female!reader - F1 comes to Sin City and you unexpectedly run into a certain someone.

Warnings: gambling, alcohol, cussing, use of pet names (A LOT), flirting, one moment of implied jealousy

Requested?: Sort of! Thank you to everyone who voted for Charles in the poll!

Author's Note: Charles won out in the poll, so here you go, everybody! (Of course I HAD to use The Charles Vegas Podium Picture). Also, I listened to Lucky Strike by Maroon 5 while writing.

one in a million ; my lucky strike

Well, you thought the whole F1 thing was absolutely ridiculous. You couldn't care an ounce less about Formula 1, so you certainly weren't happy about all the complications of it coming to your city.

You would call yourself an all American girl, and you're proud of it. If any racing, NASCAR. Football is the sport with the brown ball you throw- NFL, not the white and black ball you kick. That's soccer. You have the greatest food, the greatest mix of cultures, the greatest weather. If you didn't know better, you'd say you have the greatest country, too.

You watched a Formula 1 race when you realized the whole Las Vegas Grand Prix thing was actual, and when you saw that (firstly) it was honestly pretty boring, and (secondly) the only American driver is basically the most sucky one, you decided it would be pretty hard to get into it.

You're a Vegas girl, and you're proud of it. You're actually from Los Angeles, California, but you moved to Vegas to chase your dreams and live the life you dreamed of a year ago with your boyfriend, and it was so worth it.

Now you identify yourself with Vegas even more than you do with the Los Angeles Rams, despite the fact that your boyfriend broke up with you seven months ago and left to go be a prodigal son in New York City.

You decided Vegas was perfect enough for your clever hand, and you'd continue to be a prodigal daughter right where you're at.

But now the Grand Prix is the newest thing, and you don't like it at all. All these people flooding in, like as if there's not already enough people. Just to watch some cars drive around in circles, closing up main roads? No, you're not into it.

Your girl friends all seem to think this is just the best thing, and you discuss it across the table with two of them. One says, "Honestly, the McLaren duo are the hottest."

"No way- Ferrari! Have you seen Charles Leclerc?" your other friend disagrees.

You snort in disbelief and say sarcastically, "How about neither? So you guys only care about this because the racers are hot? Give me a break."

"Well," one of your friends starts, crossing her arms across her chest, "They are hot. At first, I wasn't so sure, but, I mean, come on! Maybe we could get glimpses of them when they're in Vegas!"

"Or meet them!" your other friend pipes in.

You scoff. "Good luck with that. Aren't these guys self-focused millionaires with too much money for their own good? Probably all greedy idiots who hook up with every half-sexy girl who comes along. So if you're into that, sure, waste your time trying to meet some hot plutocrats, with the one percent chance you might get f*cked like crazy for a night before they forget about you and move back to their mansions across the world! F*ck, is race car driving even a real sport? It's f*cking driving cars. I could do that!"

Your friends don't really argue with you, because you're right. And clearly, they do only care about the hot racers, because you figure any real fan of the sport would argue with you.

Two days before the Strip is supposed to be closed up for the Grand Prix, you find yourself submerged in the vibrant energy of Wynn Las Vegas, the dazzling lights and sounds of the casino floor swirling around you. The scent of alcohol lingers in the air, a reminder of the drinks you've indulged in throughout the night.

You slip between two people to reach the roulette wheel, holding your newly bought chips, with money you've earned earlier in the night.

Bets are placed around the table over and over, as you earn more and more chips. You feel someone nudge your shoulder, and a cocky male voice comments next to you, "You're having a good night, huh?"

"Every night is a good night," you remark back, not even glancing up at the man talking with you. He seems to have some sort of accent that you can't place. Perhaps French?

Which means he's probably from Louisiana. Possibly Quebec.

Probably some rich idiot F1 fan who can afford to travel half way across the country for the Grand Prix.

You don't plan to even give him the light of day.

"Until it's not," he says as you watch the roulette wheel spin once more.

You smirk and feel his eyes on you as you collect more chips.

The game goes on, and you think he's gotten the message that you don't care to converse with him, because does shut up.

But now it's the last bet of the game. You take a sip from your glass and feel a stupid, risky streak in you.

Some idiot part of you that's drunk and wants to push her luck way too far.

You place a straight-up bet, all your chips on the number sixteen.

You can feel eyes on you, and the same man next to you from earlier says, "Are you stupid?"

You chuckle. "Possibly."

"You're going to lose all your-"

"No, I won't." You straighten your back, staring at the wheel. It's true, you've earned a lot of money throughout this game.

And honest, it is true that you're stupid.

But it's also true that for some reason, you're confident.

"So you're overconfident and risky? I like that," comments the guy next to you. "But you're going to lose all your money. All that good luck for nothing..."

"You'll see," you breathe, ignoring his little flirt. "It's going to land on sixteen."

"Sixteen, huh?" This man's hazel eyes sparkle, and something in you tells you that you've seen this guy's brown locks, bright dimples, and perfect stubble before.

You've seen him somewhere. Recently. Like some guy you could haven't been drunk with, but the memory is fuzzy.

But you weren't drunk with him.

Despite being sure you've seen this guy before, you're also sure you've never met him before, either.

"Yeah," you nod, looking away, staring as the roulette wheel begins spinning. "It's my lucky number."

You're not looking at him, but you can feel him grin next to you. "Your lucky number, huh? Just so happens, it's mine, too."

You snort, rolling your eyes. "Is that some lame attempt of a flirt?"

"No. It really is my lucky number." By his tone, you can tell that grin has downgraded to a smirk. "But if you'd like to see a lame attempt of a flirt, that's an option, too..." His voice lowers as you feel his arm snake around you, and his hand land on your waist.

You gently shove it off as the wheel begins to slow. You hold your breath, watching, this stupid French boy no longer even a fraction of your concerns. All focus is on your slight potential lucky strike.

And then the world stops as the wheel stops, too.

On sixteen.

And then it all comes flooding back. "Oh my God!" you squeal stupidly, covering your mouth as there's rounds of, "You've got to be kidding me," "No way," "It's impossible!" and "How lucky is this girl?"

You feel surges of shock and pride as you collect all your money. Once you've received it, after such luck, and earning a fortune, you decide you're going to have a drink. Or more than just one.

But when you turn, there's that guy again.

"What's up?" you ask, the grin on your face impossible to wipe off.

"How did you know it was going to stop on sixteen?" he questions, and he looks a little more handsome than he did before as this time he succeeds in taking your waist.

"Are you trying to pick my pocket?" you question warily, though, shoving his hand away.

"Not at all," he chuckles, "But you're a smart girl, aren't you? And I think I might be a lucky boy. Come on- I'll buy you a drink."

You snort. "No way, pretty boy! I can buy my own drink, after what just happened! How cocky are you?"

"Call me cocky, or call me rich, but either way, you're too sexy to have to pay for your own drink."

You scoff at this, but figure that you can't really let down an offer of free stuff. You'll be the first to admit you're greedy. Once of the biggest reasons why you gamble is because you want money- duh- and as much of it as you can get.

So soon, you're sitting at a table with this random guy, looking into his eyes, holding your drink in your hand. After barely a moment of hesitation, your curiosity finally gets to you, and you ask, "Who are you, anyway? I could have sworn I've seen you somewhere recently."

He gets a smug look on his face, which you don't like, before he says, "You really don't know?"

Your nose crinkles up in confusion, and for a second you feel ultra worried. Is this someone that I've met, that I should remember? Am I a terrible person for not knowing who this is...?

But then he says simply, "My first name is Charles. Charles Leclerc."

You stare at the taller individual, knowing you've heard that name, trying desperately to wrack your brain of it.

And then, suddenly, it hits you.

Loudly, in your head, in your friend's voice, in the exact tone she said it, 'No way- Ferrari! Have you seen Charles Leclerc?'

"Wait-!" you say in shock. You can see the satisfaction on the man's face, Charles, as you realize. "So, you're one of those F1 racers? Like, you race for the Ferrari team?"

He snorts and nods. "I'm surprised you didn't recognize me right away. Do you live here in Vegas?"

"Yeah," you say simply, taking a sip of your drink.

"So I take it you hate Formula 1, then? Because how else are you living in Vegas right now and don't know my name, or recognize my face?"

"You sound awfully prideful."

Suddenly, he smirks, and drags his finger across your jawline, pulling your face to look up at him in the process. "Maybe so. But clearly you're not so much better yourself, Miss Bet It All On Sixteen."

You cock an eyebrow at him and return his smirk with a challenging grin. "Sure, but I was right. I won what I wanted."

"Hmm... Well, what if I'm about to win what I want?"

"Oh, yeah? And what is it that you want?"

He leans in closer, so you can feel his hot breath tickle your ear as he utters simply, "You, baby."

You smirk. "We just met, buddy. I'm not that stupid."

"I think you're just playing hard to get."

"Or maybe it's just hard for you to get me," you counter.

"Well, I like your spunk. And your good luck. I think I might need a little bit more of that." He leans away a bit, and comments, "And I think I foresee a little bit more of luck in your future."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," he smirks, leaning in closer. In barely any second, his lips meet yours, and though you know you should, there's no way you're pulling away now. He wraps his arm around you, urging you to lean into the kiss. You melt, letting him.

You don't know what it is.

But in this moment, you gently let your lips part, inviting his tongue to slip in between your lips, allowing yourself to, yes, make out with basically a stranger.

It wouldn't be the first time, but it also isn't something you do for fun whenever you feel.

When you finally force yourself to pull away, the first thing you breathe is, "How did you do that?"

He grins, and is clearly red in the face. But there's a look of shock on his face, too. As if his flirty cover was just confidence, and not because he gets tons of girls like this...?

Or maybe you're just reading too much into his expression.

Either way, he responds with, stroking your cheek, "No idea. Maybe I just have a way with you?"

You roll your eyes as you check your purse. No, he didn't pickpocket. He meant to kiss you. You stand up and say simply, "Well, I better get going n-"

"Sorry, what?" he suddenly snatches your arm back, pulling you back down to sit again with a surprised chuckle. "You just met a famous millionaire race car driver who bought you a drink after you won big money in roulette, let him make out with you, loved it, and now you're just going to casually walk off?"

You grin. "What? Do you think I was impressed by you? Think again, honey. Just because you drive cars fast and make ridiculous amounts of stupid money for it, and that you're insanely handsome- none of that means I'm any more impressed with you than I am with any other guys I meet on my night outs."

"Hm," he raises an eyebrow, and says, "What if you could get more from me, missy? Clearly, you're out for yourself and will do anything for a good deal. And you're f*cking sexy about it, too. So what if I had something else to offer you?"

You let yourself sit down at this, looking at him expectantly.

He smirks, clearly loving that he's 'won you over,' before saying simply, "Would like a free pass to the whole weekend, and a pass for the paddock?"

Your eyebrows scrunch together, and your eyes widen. "I- what?"

His smirk grows even bigger. "You heard me."

You inhale sharply, but cross your arms across your chest and come out sharply saying, "Unfortunately for you, I couldn't care less about Formula 1. In fact, I'm starting to dislike it a lot. But thanks for the offer."

His jaw drops, and his eyes practically pops out of his head, which gets a chuckle from you. For a moment, he's actually speechless, before he finally gets out, "Are you aware of the offer you just refused?"

You raise an eyebrow, not able to keep the cheeky grin off your face. "Probably not, but that's okay. Why, anyways, would you give a stranger such an opportunity in the first place? You probably have ulterior motives, and I think I can pretty much guess what they are, mister. You don't even know my name yet."

"Oh, God, you're right," he laughs, taking another sip of his drink. "Well, what's your name, princess?"

You roll your eyes, and tell him.

He grins. "It's been wonderful meeting you." He digs in the pocket of his light blue jeans, and pulls out a pen and a restaurant receipt. "I know you think you'll be able to forget me so easily, princess," he starts, scribbling something on the receipt, "but trust me- you'll be wanting this." He takes your hand and presses the receipt into it, before standing up just like that, and saying with a wave as he turns to walk off, "I'll talk to you later, angel."

You look down at the receipt to see a phone number scribbled on it in chicken scratch. But the numbers are clear. And though you walk out that night rolling your eyes at this Charles's boldness and cockiness, with an abundance of money you've earned that's a lot more worth the stupid grease-stained receipt, the moment you get back to your apartment, the first thing you intend to is putting that stupid number into your phone.

"This is stupid," you comment as you slide into the backseat, next to Charles.

He just rolls his eyes. "You won't be saying that by the end of this experience. Besides, you were the one who decided to text me, like I said you would. You were just playing hard to get."

You scoff. "Oh, shut up."

"You look lovely, by the way," he comments in a lower voice. "I like that skirt." You look down at yourself. You're wearing a matching crop top shirt and short skirt, your sunglasses holding your hair back away from your face, and brown sandals.

"Thanks," you snort, crossing your arms and looking out the window, turning your gaze away from the Monégasque driver. (Yes, you did, despite yourself, look him up last night, just to know who the heck this guy even is.)

(You also were sure to look up his salary.)

(Ridiculous.)

(But also intriguing.)

Soon enough, before you know it, you're walking alongside him, about to enter the 'paddock.'

Makes it sound like a bunch of horses racing.

But when you're there, surrounded by it, in the moment, you don't think rude comments like that.

You stop, taking in the high life atmosphere. The revving car noises, the lights of The Strip on the 'racetrack,' the crowds, the music, the richness, and the challenge.

Your breathing falters, and your heart beat quickens as your hand involuntarily finds Charles's wrist and grips it as you gasp, "It's... extraordinary."

You glance to Charles's face to see him softly grinning. His hand slips down to hold yours as he comments, "You seemed like the type of girl to love it."

Your smile widens. "I've been here so many times. On The Strip. But... it's not the same. How did they do it?"

He begins walking, pulling you along by your hand as you look around. "That's just Formula 1 for you. There's nothing in the world quite like it, Y/n."

He leads you by the hand toward the Ferrari garage. Once you're there, he says, "Want to meet my teammate, Carlos?"

"Don't know who Carlos is, but sure..." you say vaguely, taking in the large piece of machinery- the Formula 1 car- in front of you.

He chuckles. "You're f*cking adorable," he murmurs, before leading you away to see Carlos.

He's a well-built man with fluffy dark hair, tan skin, big brown cow eyes, and stubble. Pretty much looks like exactly how you'd imagine a Formula 1 driver to look.

He nods respectfully. "Hey, Charles," he says, and shakes your hand with a friendly wink. "This your new girlfriend?"

You look up to see Charles smirk. "Not yet."

One of Carlos's thick, dark eyebrows cocks up, and the suggestion of an amused smirk travels on his lips for a second. "Ah, I see."

"Charles!" you snap, your eyebrows scrunches together. "Not ever."

"Well, we'll see about that. So far, I've been the right one, now, princess, haven't I?"

"Pfft. I was right about sixteen, wasn't I?"

He rolls his eyes as Carlos says with a chuckle, "Well, it will sure be interesting to see how this plays out," before moving on with his life.

Charles takes the time to show you around, and halfway through the tour, you blurt suddenly, "So, this is all the Italian team and stuff. Isn't there an American team?"

"Hmmm," Charles snorts as his eyebrows travel farther up and he fights off a seemingly somewhat mocking smirk. "There is."

"Why don't you show me them? Don't they have an American driver? Like, Carlos is Italian, right? Isn't it protocol or somethin'? Anyway, isn't it called Williams, the American team, or something? Some guy named Logan something that's an American racer on there-"

At this, Charles can't seem to hold it together anymore, and doubles over laughing, essentially, at you.

"What?!" you demand indignantly.

"You really are clueless!"

"I-"

"Alright, alright, Y/n. Haas is the American team. They don't have an American driver- German and Danish. No, Carlos is not Italian; he's from Spain. Williams is British, and yes, Logan Sargeant races for Williams, and he is American. About the only thing you got right."

You roll your eyes with a shrug. "I told you I don't give a damn about this stupid sport."

"Whatever you say, Miss Starry Eyes."

So, first Charles takes you to Haas, where you learn, surprisingly, that not all the racers are young hotshots like Charles and Carlos at least seem to be. They're friendly enough there, but really don't care much to give you any of their time, so then Charles suggests to go to the Williams garage and see if there's Logan to bother. You agree to that, so soon, you're entering Williams.

As soon as you see Logan, you know he's the American. You can see it in his stance. You can see it in his golden blond slightly sweeped hair, gray blue eyes, and strong jawline. "That's Logan, isn't it?"

"How'd you know?"

You shrug, breaking off from Charles to Logan. "Hey! You're the only American 'round here?!" you ask with a friendly grin.

"Huh?" he asks, looking up, in the most United States of America way. "Oh, hi," he says in what you perceive as dumbly, with a friendly smile. Ah, that's more like it. None of these posh Monacan boys and hot Spanish men- this guy is just like home sweet home!

You can practically hear the eagles cawing over the Rocky Mountains!

"You're Logan Sargeant?"

He nods. "I am. And you are...?"

"Just some Vegas girl dragged here by Charles."

"Ah... so you know him?"

"Well, now, unfortunately, yes."

His eyebrows furrow, but he chuckles at the same time. Though this guy isn't nearly as handsome or charming as Charles, there's something about him you like a bit more-

Suddenly, a hand is on your waist, and hot breath says in your ear, "Got to be getting back to Ferrari now. Come on with me?"

You blush and nod. "Right, Charles."

You have no idea what to think of him.

"Podium?! Uh- is a podium good?!" you ask, eyes wide as Charles brings it home in second.

"Yeah, yeah, it's good!" some guy you don't know wearing red near you says.

"Oh- Alright, well- That's good, I suppose!" you respond a little manically.

As soon as Charles as the chance, he finds you. He still has champagne on his race suit and his face is glistening with sweat, and there's no way you can deny it- he's sexy. When he reaches you, he wraps his arms around you, and his stunning eyes seem to burn into you. He can't fight the grin off his face as he says lowly, "Get why my lucky number is sixteen, baby girl?"

"Ah, stop with that," you snap, your voice cracking. You don't know, but this seems- all this seems-

Way too important.

You reach up to touch the number sixteen on his hat, before taking it off his head and slipping it on your own, backwards, on impulse.

He grins. "You can keep it. Not like you'll need a keepsake. You won't forget me."

You bite your lip, giving a quick nod, still studying his handsome face. Your eyes linger on his light pink lips, which arch into a perfect cupid's bow, as you murmur absently, "You seem pretty confident about that, huh?"

"Of course I do. Looks like you might be my little good luck charm, hm? Can't be letting you run away from me, can I?"

"Hm. Well, we'll see about that."

"Still playing hard to get?"

"Not playing. I just am hard to get."

"Whatever you say, darling," he comments with a shrug, walking off.

The French accent is pretty sexy.

Your eyes flutter open, and the first thing you see are the big earnest eyes of Charles Leclerc, staring back into your eyes. "Morning sunsh-"

Your immediate reaction is to scream and promptly slap him across his pretty face.

He grunts as his hand flies to his cheek to cover it up, and he says, "Hey, hey, calm down!"

But your eyes scan the room. It's clearly a hotel room. There's only one bed: the one you and Charles are laying in right at this moment. You're wearing a large black T-shirt and big blue gym shorts very tightly tied to fit your waist. Charles is dressed in a grey hoodie and jeans with a white T-shirt underneath, his regular jewelry, and white sneakers. So clearly, he's already showered and gotten dressed. He smells like his rich cologne, and his hair is all washed and fluffy and clean. If you weren't in a slight panic right now, you'd have wondered if you could touch his hair and feel how soft it is.

But!

As you're about to gasp out questions, Charles sits up and gently sets his hand on top of yours. You become aware of the pounding in your head as you bite your lip nervously. Charles looks at you earnestly, and says calmly, "Hey, you don't have to worry. It's okay."

"What happened?" you exhale.

"Nothing," he soothes. "We went out. You got more drunk than any of us though you should. I didn't know where you lived, so I took you to my hotel room. Gave you clothes to change into, and we went to sleep. Nothing more."

You swallow an anxious lump in your throat. "How do I know I can trust you? Please, just be honest with me. I won't be mad. You didn't know any bet-"

"I didn't do anything. We didn't do anything. Okay?" he leans in closer, and reaches to cup your cheeks in his hands. "'Kay? Can you just trust me?"

You bite your lip, but slowly nod. "I suppose that's the only thing I can do."

Over six months later, you stand on the boat, staring out at the Mediterranean Sea, smelling the salty breeze in the air, feeling content, wearing a loose button down, light blue jean shorts with a brown belt, your slew of bracelets, white sneakers, and a headband holding back your hair.

Suddenly, Charles is up next to you. "Hey, princess." For months, you've had what you stubbornly call a 'situationship,' whilst Charles calls you his girlfriend.

Because you love Vegas more than you love Charles (or at least that's what you like to say), you refused to leave when Charles did. You like taking risks. Just not the 'travelling halfway across the world for a hot guy' kind of risks.

But you stayed in touch. Charles made sure of that.

Well, he meant it when he said he'd make sure you'll never forget him.

But then Formula 1 came back to the States, to Miami, and you knew you'd have to make the trip. The flirty comments and romantic tension thick enough to cut ensued as soon as you and Charles set eyes upon each other, like as if it hadn't been six months or so since you'd last seen each other last.

It just felt like-

Somehow fate is involved.

Well, when Charles invited you to the Monaco Grand Prix, that was an offer you felt you couldn't let down.

And, boy, was that the best descision of your life.

To see Charles win his home race like that, and to be there? Just thinking about it now gives you goosebumps. Charles had wrapped his arms around you after the race, his eyes a little damp, and you felt something more.

Like he really cared.

If you didn't know better, you'd say it was like he really loved.

Loved you.

But, no. Of course not. That can't be.

Can it?

Well, all night you partied. You were in on the fun. You also made sure to pay a visit to the Monte Carlo casino, as you obviously must.

You had amazing luck, once again.

On this thought, as you feel Charles approaching from behind you, you comment into the wind, "You know, I'm starting to think you're my lucky charm, honey."

He chuckles, coming up next to you. "Oh, yeah? That's what I said six months ago when I first met you, you know. I've been starting to think the same thing about you."

You snort. "Maybe so, Monaco race winner."

He smirks, and you can feel the pure joy radiating off him. He slips his hand into yours as he murmurs, "I was so lucky to meet you."

I smirk. "I am pretty awesome."

He rolls his eyes, but squeezes your hand. "So, do you like it here in Monaco?"

You nod vigorously. "Gosh, Charles, it's amazing."

"Better than Vegas?"

"Well- I don't know if anything is better than Vegas..."

He leans in closer and speaks lower. "Well, would Monaco be better if your good luck charm just so happens to reside here?"

"Hm..." you smirk, flushing a bit. "I'd have to think about that, prince."

"Yeah," he nod, his tone softer. "Why don't you."

There's some silence, as you watch the sun begin to set, reflecting off the sparkling water.

Charles leans even closer to you, his hands gliding around your waist, pulling you towards him. He leans down, gazing deeply into your eyes. Then that stupid flirty grin appears on his face again. "F*cking gorgeous you are, one in a million. I struck lucky with you. My lucky strike."

He closes the distance between you, his soft lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. The heat of his body against yours sends shivers down your spine, igniting a spark between you as your tongues dance together in a sensual embrace. Connected.

Maybe it's not fate.

But it is most certainly luck.

And in this moment, with the lips of the winner of Monaco sucking on yours, you feel like the one who struck it lucky.

[stargaze5969]

Here's my next two emotions, Ennui and Sadness! I'm not working on them in any particular order, just random xD

I decided to reveal some HCs as I reveal their references ^^ Gonna do Anxiety and Fear again in this post since I didn't get to last time oop-

In honor of Ennui, I'm gonna write in French and translate ^^ (I'm French Canadian in nationality so I speak 3 languages B)

• Parle Français exclusivement! - Speaks french exclusively.

• Elle peux aussi parler l'anglais, mais elle choisit de ne pas le faire, sauf pour les anglicismes. - She can speak English as well, but chooses not to, only for slang.

• Grande rêveuse~ -  Daydreamer~

• Lunaire. - Moonchild.

• Elle est la petite soeur de Peur. - Fear's little sister.

• Elle aime décorée ses affaires, faire du bricolage, écouter de la musique et regarder des émissions de télé, mais elle est ben trop parresseuse, donc elle attend que ses copains faissent ses activités avec elle. - Likes decorating things, crafts, games, music and watching shows, but is faaaaar~ too lazy, will wait for her friends to do it with her.

• ✨️~Esthétique~✨️ (won't translate that one XD)

• "Lead" emotion.

• Nicknamed Dee by the other emotions.

• Bestie with Anxiety.

• Likes bubbles and baths (separately, but best together!)

• Loves to give hugs when things get sad, which is often XD

• Total sweetheart with a gritty past qvq

• Crush on Embarrassment and shows lots of PDA.

Now for these two idiots! /pos TW for Anxiety x Fear if you aren't into that-

Anxiety :

• Always has extra stationary on her.

• Friendly Rivalry with Joy.

• Besties with Sadness, actually she's second lead emotion!

• Cannot take hinds to safe her life XD (Fear be flirting with a brick wall I swear-)

• Loves Tea and energy drinks.

• Has a "conspiracy" board she keeps her intrusive thoughts on.

• Bi icon 🧡... bi-con 🤔

Fear :

• Nerd vibes.

• Has suspenders under his sweater vest.

• Finds comfort in physical touch and big clothes.

• Jumpscared every easily, but he's good at his job, I avoid things ik will scare me like the plague lmao

• HUGE crush on Anxiety, which he's nervous about, but isn't subtle about.

• Siblings with Ennui.

• Also Bi! 💜

That's all! ^^ Have a great day!

[lilozzzyo3569]

DBF!Captain Price x F!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend dumps you, so you decide to move out and now you're completely alone. You had managed to keep in touch but after your break up you kind of fell off the face of the earth. So he decides to use some "special connections" to find you. Only to see you are perfectly safe but are now alone.

Warnings: MDNI, female reader is smaller then our lovely Captain (duh man is MASSIVE), I don't own this man (but I guess I wasn't meant to be happy), Female Reader in her mid to late 20s and Captain is in mid 40s, A bit angsty, Reader has curves and hair and John has got it bad for you, Suggestive Smut, John and reader have had a couple drinks but are not inebriated!, Dirty mouth John, Slight sir kink, dry humping on the couch

It was Friday night another long day, you were only two sips into your first jack and coke in and had decided to put on a tank top and a little pair of shorts and order a pizza. A bit later you hear a knock at the door, expecting your pizza but instead you are greeted by Captain John Price standing there looking very pissed off. You had just moved into your new apartment after your boyfriend had decided to dump you out of nowhere. Feeling so embarrassed and hurt you didn't even tell your father or anyone because they had all warned you that he was no good. So imagine your surprise to see Your fathers best friend staring down at you with a mix of irritation and anger. "Why did you move, and why are you here, and when did you move here, do you have any idea how hard it was to find you, where is that wanker?" You sigh deeply before moving so he can continue taking off his shoes and walking in to look around your new apartment. He follows you to the kitchen to join you for a drink, you fix him a whiskey neat before finishing your jack and coke. You finish it before finally speaking "He dumped me so congrats all of you were right." You roll your eyes bending over to make another drink, unaware of the way John's eyes softened after the news. "I'm sorry lass, why didn't you tell us at least your dad?" You finish making your drink, before holding in your tears as you say. "What so he could tell me that he was right and that I never should've gotten involved with him and that I was the idiot that stuck up for him and stood by him and put up with all of his bullshit even with all of the signs that he would end up doing something like this to me and I was still stupid enough to give him all of my time energy and love just for it to all to mean absolutely nothing. Now I'm alone here with nothing but the knowledge that I was the idiot who believed a man who could never love me."

By the end of your rant you were crying and seeing you like this broke John's heart, he had met you for the first time when you came home from college for your father's fourth of July party. This was the first year John was actually able to attend. He had only heard of you from your father and he of course described you as the most amazing human to ever grace the earth, he pegged you as a daddy's girl and he was right. You were the apple of your fathers eye and when he finally got to meet you all the oxygen got ripped from his lungs. Your father had ushered you over to meet him and you looked up at him and said "pleasure to meet you captain, my father speaks highly of you, even though he does that for everyone, a bit of a pushover this one" you say nudging your father making John laugh, you shook his hand and excused yourself to go back to the party. Since that moment John has been fascinated by you, especially when he learned you would be moving closer to his home, you would write him when he was deployed, call him when he was home and you need help since your pansy ass boyfriend wasn't very handy. He cared about you deeply and more than you would every know and when he learned of your relationship from your father he immediately knew that the tosser didn't deserve you. So now seeing you in tears his heart breaks for you, he walks over and wraps you in a harsh bear hug, his large form completely swallowing yours. "I just don't know what I did wrong" you sob into his chest before he looks down at you and grabs your shoulders pulling you back to look up into his eyes. "No! I promise you did nothing wrong that idiot didn't deserve you. You are intelligent, witty, loving, caring, kind, understanding, adorable, strong, and absolutely beautiful and if that boy couldn't see that the there was something chemically wrong with him, not you love. And if you want me to go explain that to him, I would gladly do that for you." You giggle softly up at him before shaking your head, making him smile down at you. He gently wipes your tears and hold your chin to look up at him getting lost in your big innocent eyes. "Besides how could anyone not love you, you're perfect love." Almost as if gravity is pulling you towards him you notice his eyes flicker down to your lips and back to your eyes before you bite your lip and move to your tip toes to get closer to him as he leans down. Your lips are so close you can feel his beard touching your lips before you hear your doorbell ring effectively breaking the spell you both were under. You giggle breathlessly as you move out of his grasp to grab the pizza.

You open the door to grab the pizza, opening the door to see a man holding the pizza before smiling at you. "Well hello gorgeous, did you order a large sausage?" he said with a wink before you rolled your eyes, the man looked cocky wiggling his eyebrows before all of a sudden he looked as if he had seen a ghost, before stammering. "Can I help you mate?" John asked behind you with his arms crossed looking even larger and more intimidating than you had ever seen him look before. "N-n-no ss-s-s-ir, I-I-I didn't I-um I'm sorry" he quickly hands you the pizza before running away as if his life depended on it. You turn to peer up at John looking annoyed with his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down only just now noticing what you were wearing the tiny tank top that barely contained your curves and a tiny pair of shorts that hardly covered your luscious rear, making his mouth almost start watering. You smiled asking "Jeez did you have to scare him half to death?' you chuckled as you pass him to walk to the couch. John chuckled biting his lip watching your body as you sway toward the couch as he follows grabbing your drinks, eyeing you as if you were prey. You sit and start to eat a slice of pizza as you scan for something to watch. John hesitantly takes the opportunity to wrap his arm around you. You snuggle up to him as he eats a couple slices as well.

After finishing up the pizza, mostly John, he gets up to put your pizza away and grab another drink for himself. While walking back to the couch he notices you have turned it to some romantic comedy or something and were starting to tear up. He tells you to scoot over before positioning himself in the corner of he couch opening his legs and telling you to sit on his lap. You bite your lip, as you crawl into his lap before he wraps his strong arms around you "Now now lovie, it's okay" he gently strokes your hair trying to soothe you before turning the channel to some crappy horror movie. You turn and cuddle into his warm chest as he rubs your back trying to ignore how your already tiny shorts had ridden up even further exposing more of you soft skin. You finally stop crying before telling him "thank you for being so nice to me" making John laugh. "Please princess I hate seeing you upset, and that wanker never deserved you anyway. You deserve a man who will love you, cherish you, appreciate you, respect you, take care of you. Not that boy who couldn't see how lucky he was that you even gave him the time of day." He begins to lean down to lift your chin so you can look up at him, with you hands on his chest and his other hand on your lower back. He gently presses his lips against yours, he can taste the only jack and coke you had still on your lips as he moves to wrap his arms fully around you lifting you easily to straddle his lap. He moves his tongue against your supple lips to ask for permission to enter your warm mouth. You open to allow his tongue to take slow tour of your mouth. You quickly move your hands to his broad shoulders while his large hands start to explore your soft curves making you groan when his hands find your backside giving you a firm squeeze making you whimper in his grasp. "See and that's why you need a man and not a boy" he grinds his hips up against yours as he groaning, he can practically feel your throbbing center begging for attention.

You kiss his lips fiercely, biting at his lips as you grind in his lap desperately needing more of his touch. He moans against your lips before moving to your neck and kissing, sucking and nipping at your sensitive neck making you whine as he starts to move your hips furiously against his groin. He groans against you neck "Oh yes princess, you like that? Are you going to cum on my lap? Say yes sir." You release a broken moan of "Yes sir please make me cum." He growls against your neck as he forces you to move faster and harder against him making you throw your head back as you let him use your body, treating you like his own personal ragdoll. Before moving his hands to assertively grab your hips and move his lips up to your ear to whisper "Cum for daddy princess," before biting at your ear lobe forcing your jaw drops as a broken whimper escapes from the very center of your very soul. John continues to grind you along his stiff length still trapped within the confines of his jeans until he finishes hearing and seeing you lose yourself in the pleasure he delivers.

As you finally start to come down from your high, as you feel Johns lips gently kissing your forehead. You giggle at the feel of his stubble before looking up into his eyes still feeling a bit breathless. "That was incredible" causing him to respond with his own chuckle. "Oh lovie we're just getting started" he flirts wiggling his eyebrows before lifting you as if you weighed nothing taking you to your room. Chuckling the whole way.

FIN

I AM SO SORRY THAT I HAVE BEEN GONE. My boyfriend just dumped me and I was busy paying off my debts. So overall life has been a mess! Thank you also for all of the love and support on my work so far, and I am open to suggestions

[spngi]

without all that attitude - au!lando norris x reader

summary: in which Lando is a street racer and in addition to mutual hatred, there is sexual tension between you

warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, sexual tension, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), enemies to lovers maybe?, protected sex, bad english grammar (sorry for that).

One thing they don't tell you about having to share your best friend is that the chance of his other friend being a jerk is 50/50. I've known Max since kindergarten and I can't imagine a time without our friendship. Max met Lando a little later and formed an unimaginable bond with him. Although we had a few moments of peace between us, it never lasted long, Lando is a complete idiot with a huge ego. The problem was that the guy knew what fun meant and you couldn't escape a good party without him around, without letting slip the fact that he was a total hottie. That's why I was watching illegal races while music was playing everywhere and lots of alcohol was consumed.

I was watching lando running while drinking a few beers with max as norris eventually and with great emotion wins the race. He gets out of the car and is engulfed by the female population that is present on the street, he is flirting with the girls who congratulate him, Max leads the way towards him to congratulate him with a handshake and I decide to follow in his wake.

Thank you... I guess - Lando replied, looking a little uncomfortable at first, then smiled at me again - Then why are you here? - He asks, seeing Max walking away again.

I came to watch the race and have some fun.

He smiles as he approaches

What do you mean by having fun? With me or someone else?- he said while putting a wicked smile on his face

I still don't know - I take a sip of the beer in my hands and offer it to him

Oh really..? - he asked while looking at me then takes the bottle from my hand and takes a sip.

How about some company in my house? - he said, I thought the offer was strange but I'm on his game.

And there is also the incredible sexual tension between us that can appear at any moment, that was another game for us, we both knew this sexual energy between us, we played with it but never, ever did anything beyond that. Until today.

It looks really good - I smile.

He smiles, I see his eyes roaming my body and lingering for as long as necessary.

Do you want to go now? - he asks

Don't you have another race to win? - I asked, touching his chest and biting my lips

He laughs and smiles, looks at my mouth and licks his lips.

I have some time to spare.. - he smiles and gives me a playful smile - So you want to come to my house? - His smile widens as he says this.

Well...- I think and take a step next to him. -What do I gain from this?-

He smiles, knowing that everything involving the two of us is a game.

You can spend time with me, and if you want something more, I'm sure we can figure it out - he smiles and then gives me a wink, I let out a light laugh and look at him

and my precious time?

Well, how about we make your precious time as pleasant as possible? - He smiles and looks at me, then gives me a smile as he looks into my eyes and touches my waist with his free hand.

It looks good - I look at his mouth, he smiles again and with a free hand he strokes the skin between my chin and neck.

So come on, let's have a lot of fun...- He then took my hand and started walking towards his expensive sports car in the distance, I realize that maybe we are both taking this all too quickly for fear of regretting it too soon.

Drive like it's the ride of my life - I said in his ear, trying to tease him, his hand sliding from my waist to my ass.

Oh, I'll make sure of that - He smiled and put his arm around my waist, then he opened the door for me, put his hand on the gear lever while slowly stepping on the gas pedal and drives away.

I follow the path as Lando runs through the streets of London at breakneck speed. When we enter the quieter, traffic-free streets, I feel his hand resting on my thighs and I smile at the gesture, this whole experience is intoxicating and I can't help but crave Lando's touch more and more.

Do you like what you see? - he asks when he notices my gaze on him, his grip on the steering wheel and how well he concentrates on driving.

you do not know how much.

He smiles at me before he starts driving fast again and takes us to his house.

Welcome to my house, you will like it here- he said looking at me and giving a smile

Are we alone here?- He laughs and whispers in my ears

Yes, the whole house to yourself, angel - he says it arrogantly and I can't help but roll my eyes at the nickname.

  He takes a step towards me, sure of himself and brings me to his body, his lips play with the proximity of mine. He laughs at the way it caught me off guard and how my breath hitched and he kissed me passionately and then grabbed my waist. I pull his hair and kiss him more.

What do you think about us going in? - He asks me and grabs me by the waist, and brings me into the house.

So what are you going to show me, Lando?

Well, we can go to the room...- he replied.

I like where things are going - I murmur to him, I follow his lead up the stairs and down the hall to his room. I pay close attention to details, even in the years I've known him I've never come here to his room, to his territory. I feel your body behind me, your breath on my neck and your hands holding my waist. I turn in his grip and pull him into a kiss, a hot, sloppy kiss, our hands making their way to each other's bodies and feeling every inch of each other's covered skin.

He looks at me with burning eyes and smiles, picks me up and throws me on his bed.

He smiles and leans into me, then whispers in my ears.

I think I'll make you feel very satisfied for as long as you want- he said

I will like this

Well... I'm looking forward to it - He said before taking off his shirt and lying down next to me on the bed and smiling while placing his hands on my hips. He looked at me with a smile on his face.

You look beautiful like this - He said after taking off my blouse.

like this ? - I ask as I sit on his lap.

without all that attitude, letting me really see you.

I blink in shock

I still can't say the same, you're still all arrogant - I tease him, kisses being spread across his jaw and neck.

He holds my face and kisses me again, it's desperate and rough, hands traveling down my body, he hugs me tightly before placing me on the bed and starting to kiss my neck leaving me with goose bumps under his touch.

Is this good?- He whispers in my ear, hands pinching one of my still clothed nipples.

I moan a yes to him and he smiles, kisses my neck some more and then leans into me again, whispering in my ear.

Do you like it when I do this to you...- He smiles

Yes- I said breathlessly, my hands touched his six-pack, It must have been a sin to give such a perfect body to an idiot like Lando, or give the two of us so much sexual chemistry.

Is there anything else you want me to do for you?

Anything you want, Lando... just keep going - I give up control of the situation, needing your touch and wanting more

He smiles and looks at me

Are you sure about this?- He asks as he starts kissing my sensitive skin between my ear and neck while stroking my hair with his hand softly and slowly

Yes

He smiled and cupped my face then kissed me passionately and then slowly began to move down to my neck and whisper again.

His hand takes off my skirt, and I watch him looking at my lingerie set.

Well, this is a work of art...- He said in a naughty and teasing voice, then he started kissing my neck again while his other hand started to slowly go down. I run my nails down his back and hear him murmur softly

Ohh you like doing this, don't you?...- He says with his voice sounding a little heavy, his hands playing with my panties.

Uhun- I murmur and bring his mouth for a kiss

He kissed me back passionately and put his hand behind my head to hold me down as he slowly began to touch me more.

I moan his name

Oh so that's good, isn't it?- He said with a smile and then started kissing my belly

So...so good, please don't stop

You make everything even better... when you beg for me.- He whispers in my ear and  I grab his hair pulling his curls.

He moans softly in my ear and I can feel like my body is on fire even with so little contact.

Well, since I'm so good, are you really ready for what I'm going to do to you?- He asks me with a tease in his voice.

I'm ready for you - he stands still, watching. Loving how vulnerable I am to him.

I looked into his eyes and said yes again, he began to slowly move down as he kissed my body passionately.

He takes his time, kissing my bra, cupping my breasts,downloading your kisses on my belly, each side of my thighs.

He looks at the white lace of my bra, licks his lips and then rubs his hand in a caress. He looks at me, smiles when he sees me out of breath and leaves a kiss between my breasts, his hands look for the clasp of my bra, he quickly takes it off me and throws it across the room.

You're so beautiful...- He said before starting to kiss and play with my nipples, my back arching in response, my nails dragging across his back.

I feel his hard cock inside his jeans and I can't help but moan as I try to undo the button on his pants.

So anxious, aren't you?..- He said in an evil tone and then he whispers again - That just makes it even more fun...

Lando - I moan, he goes down further and kisses my lace panties - I want you.

He pulls the elastic of my panties and smiles at my reaction, every second more makes me ache for him and I can feel my excitement wetting the panties, Lando pulls the fabric delicately, playing even more with my impatience. He kneels in front of me, eyes on my body as if I were his prey, his hand passes through my legs, goes up to my thighs and then pushes them apart, he plays with my sensitivity just to see me twisting for him.

Norris  - I say irritated, sitting in front of him and sitting on his lap - He smiles and lets me do it while he lies down on the bed and watches me

Do your best, darling...- He winks and gives a mischievous smile.

I kiss his neck, my nails on his broad shoulders, my naked body on top of his teasingly as I grind against him, his hands hold my waist.

Ohhhh... This is so good...- he said while hugging me tightly to his body.

I kiss his chest and abdomen, working my way down his body, taking my chance to provokes him too, I continue my way to his jeans and I hear him sigh

Continue, angel - He said with a smile and winked.

I open his jeans and help him take them off, he is left with just his black boxers on the bed, a perfect view, his hard cock marking his underwear and wanting to come out.

I smile at the sight of him and kiss him on the lips, my body rubbing over his, a sloppy and urgent kiss.

I like what I'm seeing...- He said in an evil and playful tone, seeing me all naked on his lap

Do you like it? - I get up from the bed and let him see my naked body, he continues lying down and smiles at the scene.

Hmm what do you think, do you think I like it?- he laughed,hand stroking himself over his boxers, he leans over and brings me close, whispering in my ear

I love seeing you like this...

I push him onto the bed and laugh, high on excitement for him. He smiles and sits still as I push him.

Well, you just love being naughty, don't you...?- He asks with an evil smile, then he puts both hands on my back and grabs my waist

I guess that's a good thing- he winks and gives a mischievous smile in return

I run my hands through his hair as I feel his hands on my body, the right one stopping over my clitoris and applying light pressure that makes me moan and let my head fall.

You're a mischievous little thing, aren't you?- He said

 He pulls me to sit again on his lap, sitting on his erection, his hands hold me tight, preventing me from rubbing against him.

You're so wet, angel- He says, one of his hands on my pussy, massaging my clitoris and feeling my wetness.

I love how you're getting all excited. You know I'm excited too - he murmurs in my ear, my head on his shoulder

Let's get this over with - I beg him, hands in his underwear wanting to take them off

He smiles mischievously

Oh, you're in such a hurry... - He laughs as he gives you a perverted smile

My body is getting hot from his touch. He continues to stimulate my clitoris at a slow pace, making me more and more in need of his touch.

You seem to be enjoying it, don't you? - He laughs.

stop talking, lando… - I murmur, without patience.

I search for their lips and kiss them, their hands squeeze my waist tightly and throw me on the bed again. He looks at me and then lowers his body until he is facing my pussy, he licks his lips and then gets closer, licks a long stripe and then starts alternating between licking and sucking, leaving me crazy and panting on the bed.

My fingers get tangled in his hair and pull at the curly strands, making him moan and bury his face deeper into me. I can't help but call out his name, my head is clouded with the feeling of his tongue on me, further tightening the knot in my stomach, his hands squeezing my hips.

so sweet, angel

Lando - I call your name in agony, hips lifting begging for more

Lando holds my hips with his hands, keeping me on the bed, his tongue continues to tease me.

Come on, angel. Come to me! - he demands, and then everything is too much, his hands on my body, his tongue and his smell.

My mind is in a fog as I come in your mouth, my head is on the pillow all the sensations being too much. I feel lando’s body Totally on top of mine, messy curls, dilated pupils, he smiles and licks his lips.

You can't imagine how beautiful the sight of you is, angel... I imagine how much better it will look after I fuck you... - he whispers, hand brushing my hair out of my face and admiring the mess I am.

Please... - I ask him, my body clinging closer to him, wanting more contact.

He laughs at my state, begging for it, but doesn't tease me anymore. I see him getting out of bed to take off his underwear and my eyes are filled with lust. The perfect muscles, the curve of the abdomen that leads to the waist, toned thighs and the hard cock free from his boxers. He watches me in bed and caresses himself, fingers wrapped around his girth and seeing this makes me twist more in agony on the bed.

I'm coming, angel… patience. - he laughs at my state, the king of self-control, takes a condom and returns to me.

I move my legs together anxiously, watching as Lando slowly opens the condom wrapper and puts it on before coming to my feet on the bed.

what? - I ask when I see his eyes watching me for a while

I'm thinking... it would be a beautiful view to have you on all fours but I would miss that pretty face when you come... - Norris responds, his hands open my legs and pull me closer to him.

He teases my entrance with his fingers and laughs when he sees me sigh at his light touch, I'm eager and hot and I could beg for him all night, even if the next morning I'd be embarrassed enough.

Norris - I huff my frustration, he likes to play with time.

Finally at some point he gets tired of teasing and connects our bodies with a sudden movement.

Look into my eyes, Y/n. - he growled, intensifying the movement inside me. I couldn't say anything other than the uncontrollable sounds coming from my throat. - Is that what you wanted? That I was inside you, going hard against your tight pussy, love?

None of my sentences could seem coherent, my thoughts begged him to go deeper. And, holy shit, he did it deliciously, sitting on his ankles pulling me closer to him, keeping my back arched and my body free for him to continue exploring. It was a mix of sensations, my body was at its limit and the dirty words that Lando kept muttering only took me closer to the end.

I pull his body closer to me, head buried in his neck, his scent intoxicating me, ankles on his back, thrusts increasingly erratic.

so good baby, taking my dick so good… you're almost coming, aren't you?

I shudder at his praise, and he kisses my jaw, the column of my neck, sucking on a particularly sensitive part of the skin until it turns into a mouth-shaped bruise, my nails raking his back - both a protest and an encouragement. with every invasive thrust of him inside me. No words are needed, but the two of us  get loud as fuck, grunting with every push and pull of your bodies slamming together.

lando - I call him

such a good girl for me, I want to see you cum, all beautiful and messy on my dick, angel

The orgasm takes over me soon after, like a supernatural force, traveling through my body with such intensity that I close my eyes and completely surrender to the tremors. Lando can't contain himself either, and I can feel the last thrusts he makes before he cums, sinking his teeth into that part of my neck where he left a hickey, making me hiss with the intensity.

Lando leaves as soon as he catches his breath and I can't help but mentally slap myself because I miss the weight of his body on mine, I see him entering a door that I assume is the bathroom, my body is still limp, lost in the post-orgasm haze, He comes back to the room with a damp towel in hand, helping me clean up, he reaches for a bottle of water and makes me drink it, and it's all too much, it makes it hard to keep hating him.

you want me to go? - I ask as I get up, Lando's perfume everywhere, including me.

No - he replies - I mean if you want, but we can order something to eat, relax and maybe have a second round?

It doesn't seem like a bad idea - I raise my eyebrows and pick up his discarded t-shirt from the floor and put it on. – you are doing that

 what ? - he asks, approaching me, a shit-eating smile on his face.

that thing you guys do when you see us wearing your clothes, it makes you all tingly inside

Well, I'm not tingling inside... but I can't deny that you look so fucking sexy like this - he pulls me by the waist, body pressed against mine again - I could have you again right now, angel.

This son of a bitch, making me all nervous for him, I was right in saying that tomorrow I would regret coming with him tonight, even more when my mind keeps thinking about all the other days I could accept this again.

[ja9-animations]

Do you have more of silly Hyde and Jekyll being chill with eachother? 👁👁

Here's a few more scenarios I came up with! They give me sibling energy lol

Jekyll is deciding what to wear. Hyde suggests wearing green and the two argue on why Jekyll would look bad in green.

"I don't look good in green."

"I know you don't, that's why you should wear it."

"I hate you."

"I know."

Jekyll having a dumbass moment and asking Hyde a stupid question cause he doesn't want to seem like a dumbass to anyone else and then the two have a conversation about the dumbass question neither of them know the answer to.

Hyde saying "Watch this." And then jumping around rooftops. Jekyll daring him to jump even further until Hyde ends up nearly falling.

Hyde getting into a bar fight and Jekyll encouraging him on.

Sometimes right before Hyde drinks the potion to turn back into Jekyll he's like "You know... What if I don't drink this and just stay as myself?" Jekyll tells him to shut up and calls him out on his bluff. The first time Hyde did that Jekyll genuinely freaked out and Hyde was like "You idiot I was just kidding I can't believe you fell for that."

I just kind of feel like these two would have at least been on somewhat good terms with each other before the beginning of the comic and some of this could have happened. But yeah. I'll probably think of more later!

[madame-fear]

Omg those three following Luke and y/n around would be like straight out of a sitcom! Those three losers antics to avoid being seen increase in ridiculousness as the night goes on. You see tall as hell Aemond trying to hide behind a tiny plant, you’ve got Jace ripping a newspaper/magazine out of some poor unsuspecting souls hands and tries to hide his face behind it, and then there’s Aegon literally diving into the fountain to avoid being spotted (ended up creating a huge scene bc it’s a fountain Aegon, what’s wrong with you?). Things get wild after the fountain bc now these three hooligans have mall security trailing them after causing such a public disturbance 🤣 and the shenanigans continue

Bonus points, Luke and y/n obviously see everything and go from doing cute couple things to increasingly weirder stuff just to get hilarious/confused reactions from the guys!

THEY ARE THE TREE MUSKETEERS OF FAILURE. They literally do look like taken out of a sitcom! 😭

I can imagine them doing the most weird, inconvenient shit just to get a little peek of whatever the hell Luke and you are doing out on your evening date together. For example, to pass unrecognised, they will literally enter the fucking shopping mall with sunglasses at night.

Hell, and that's not enough! I know Jace and Aemond would send Aegon to enter with sunglasses to one of the stores both Luke and you entered just to spy on you and don't be recognised by anyone. Though of course, he gets stared at more than he should because... sunglasses?? Inside a shopping mall store while visiting at night time??? hello????? Ofc one of the workers of the store suspect of him and forces him out, but he's not a robber, he's — all of them are — just dumb. And their excuses are even worse.

“Sir, may I ask, why are you wearing glasses inside the store?” “You wouldn't get it. People make too much eye contact with me and that just drains too much my energy and good vibes—” “Okay, sir, are you going to buy something or not? Otherwise get the hell out of here or I'm calling security on you.”

They ended up calling security on them, sooner or later. Their silly mode just got even more intense, to the point they had to escape from the claws of the shopping mall security.

Why? because they had no other better idea than to cause disturbance around the mall. When spotting both Luke and you hanging around the mall holding hands or entering a store or whatever, Aemond would hide in a tiny plant that's not even half the size of him, Jace rips the newspapers from an elderly man's hands only to read the news backwards while trying to hide his face behind of it, and Aegon just... dives into the mall's fountains, provoking an absolute mess of water all around him, and getting wet himself. So, since they are public disturbance — ESPECIALLY Aegon —, they all had to do a great runaway from the mall security, passing as three lunatics... while Luke and you stared from afar, laughing your asses off at these idiots.

But the security mall was never enough to stop them! They left the shopping for a while — while complaining to themselves like whiny bitches bc they can't spy on you —, only to return afterwards and spot that you two were still in the shopping mall! And you stood there, knowing they'd return. So you decide to fuck around them for a while more. From going to drink something at a random mall's coffee shop together while holding hands and kissing and calling each other sweetly sickening nicknames just to briefly stare at them holding their shit from afar and fangirling like little girls, to going together to the bathroom stalls and messing each other's clothings and makeups to make it look like you had something intimate in there. The last one would make them just stare at each other with a pale ass face, proceeded by public fangirl-gushing and whisper-shouting to themselves at what the hell did you just do.

Nor Lucerys nor you are stupid, so you like going to dates more often than you should just for the fun of messing around these three goofballs. It's like a hobby now.

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[morallygreyyn]

I love your writing so much.

If it's not a bother, could I have a (maybe little bit ooc) scenario about Illumi realizing the people he hangs out with most (Hisoka and Reader, a truly chaotic duo) are dumbasses, but he loves enjoys having them around?

Thank you!!

those two idiots of mine (illumi x reader x bestfriend!hisoka) (scenario)

description: illumi has a semi crisis over his two self proclaimed best friends

authors note:  it’s not a bother at all and you’re so sweet anon! tbh this has to be my favourite request i’ve gotten so far. illumi dealing with his chaotic duo besties with begrudging love? sign me the fuck up <3

also this also had extrovert/introvert themes so i thought i’d include the mbtis of my boys

illumi: istj (according to a quick google search)

hisoka: entp (like yours truly) (i swear sharing an mbti with hisoka is my defining trait)

reader: whatever the fuck you are (insert your mbti here)

warnings: might be a smidge ooc, i really tried my best to make it have an authentic illumi feel but my guy is dealing with emotions so yk...

requests are open!

Of all the tiresome things Illumi had dealt with in his life, having you and Hisoka be his primary source of socialising might be top of the list. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you all started to meet up regularly for various things, nor could he remember when you had self proclaimed yourselves his best friends.

You and Hisoka were both utterly ridiculous, often matching each other's wild energy as if you were on the same brainwave.

Illumi began to question his ‘friendship’ with you when you and Hisoka started debating whether or not ketchup was a smoothie.

“It’s a blended fruit.”

“But you have it as a condiment with savoury foods.” You argued, whacking the magician’s head with a newspaper.

He swatted you away with an amused hum. “That doesn’t change its nature.”

“You don’t drink ketchup.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Illumi quietly listened to his two best friends argue as you all sat round a table.

As he watched the two of you bicker back and forth, he was unable to fathom your unique stupidity. The assassin understood that individually, his friends were incredibly intelligent and capable people. However once together, you two seemed to share the collective intellect of a prawn. 

“Illumi!” The assassin was brought out of his internal suffering by the very source itself. Both you and Hisoka had decided that for some reason they needed a third person’s opinions on your debate. 

“I’m not getting involved.”

“C’monn, please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“I’ll give Hisoka Killua’s number.”

“Ketchup is a savoury condiment, not a smoothie.”

You let out a whoop of victory, fist-pumping the air in your joy. “HA! Suck it Hisoka!”

“That’s no good, he’s biased.” Hisoka tutted, shaking his head and folding his arms. “You know Illumi always sides with you.”

“That’s because he loves me.”

“Unconfirmed by him.”

“Confirmed in his heart.”

“Does he even have one?’ Hisoka shot.

“Do you even have one?” You fired back.

“Touché.”

Illumi sat there locked in a daze, listening to his two best friends argue like children. Yeah, you two were both the biggest idiots he had ever met, but he wouldn’t change you for the world. Of course he would never say this, but it never stopped the two of you from trying. 

And so what if he loved enjoyed having the two of you around? Who would be able to tell anyway?

[anonymouslosersworld]

Two-faced

Two-faced pt 2

Characters; Tenjiku

Genre: Fluff (F)

Toman reacts to : s/o with a double life.

warnings: Reader is a menace to society pt2

Requested by: @sousheiswag

Summary: gang leader!s/o that hides the fact that she Is a True menace and a gang leader to anyone.

characters: Izana, Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani

Hiding something like 2nd life was exhausting. Like honestly how did you even find the energy to do it?

Your boyfriend's clingy, stupid, and always had to give you a heart attack one way or another, even if he doesn't admit it. He was up your ass every other day and making you angry half the time. Which made you so happy that you had ...creative outlet

It honestly took a load off caving someone's faces in after a big fight you had said, boyfriend. Sometimes you needed something to end up in flames and someone's ugly sobbing to get your anger out.

It was always a big plus that the people you were kicking the shit out of weren't the innocent bystanders but other gang douches that broke your territory rules or tried to take over your said territory.

But today you were running behind schedule some gang decided to pull some shit the day of some important day your boyfriend invited you . So you had to stop in the middle of getting ready to go deal with them.

you were kinda pissed, while you were hot the temp for that day was even higher and it made you cranky. So the douches got the death of a lifetime.

Izana Kurokawa

Izana was fucking worried, he went to your apartment to check on you because you hadn't called him like you promised you would. Your room looked like it had been ransacked if he was being honest, but he knew that the mess was a part of getting ready to go out.

what really made alarm bells ring in his head was the ugly boot footprints all over your home, he thought you had been kidnapped. While he usually said anything about your shoe preferences these seemed to be all over certain parts of your parents. It's where you keep all your valuables...kept is more like it since these places were empty/ ransacked.

Izana let out a huff and gritted his teeth.

'unbelievable' He thought as he walked out of your apartment.

'I'm so fucking late!!!'

well, you say that but you didn't seem to stop shoving s scum bag's face into the floor.

"you seem to like being on your knees for a girl huh? you must make someone happy." you said trying to alleviate your bad temper.

"oh but who am I kidding, you get no bitches do ya!" You grunt as you knee the guy in the face. "You'd be lucky with just a hello!"

"If it weren't for you I'd be with my boyfriend but noooo. Y-you just couldn't shut the fuck up and leave me be!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly heard by you as you curb stomp the idiot who dared to cross paths with you. You can't help but remember a time not so long ago when it bothered you. But you were most certainly more bothered by your current predicaments because you didn't notice someone coming up behind you trying to confirm it's really you.

"DO you know how fucking long it takes to get a date with that asshole?! A lot! I worked really hard and you ruined it!"

"I could be sipping a (insert drink) with him right now! or watching a fucking movie?! Now I'll have to wait til his dumbass schedule opens up for another one bitch!"

Ran Haitani

See you rather die than admit to Ran that you were a leader of the gang. To give that man satisfaction would be a stain on your pride. So you obviously decided you would deal with the way you love.

Fighting was not one of them.

Physiological warfare of course.

So no Ran didn't catch you exactly fighting but in a particular scene. To him, it looked like you were ambushed or being harassed by a gang. When they looked at him in fear he just assumed it was because of him.

Turns out it was the opposite situation, he had no idea that you had told this daddy's man that his daddy knew what he was doing in his free time.

You had just exposed him for being a fraud rich boy wannabe gang leader just cosplaying, causing his fear to become real as his gang was ruthless and cutthroat.

"Now. do you want me to tell certain interested parties about this orr?" your paused before continuing, "you know you have a really pretty dad ya know? He really looks like my friend's type too, maybe you'll have a new step-mommy."

" You think your empty threats-"

"Empty? who said they were?" You grab his face and squeeze it with a force to bruise his face. "watch your tone with me little bitch boy, or you won't like the consequences ."

The look on the man's face when registered Ran's oncoming figure was hilarious. You would probably laughed if you weren't caught red-handed doing something."

"Heyyy Ran~"

"Is this what was keeping you late?"

"hmm~? what do you mean?"

"This dude bothering you?"

"Oooh, no we were just having a spirited conversation and we finally finished. "

The look on Ran's face was unreadable but after a minute he nodded.

"alright you little bitch, do what I told you or else," you whispered to the man behind him and walked to Ran who had extended his hand to you to hold.

So ran didn't find out till after rumors had spread that he was someone's dog and bitch.

Rindou Haitani

Rindou finding out that you were in a gang was actually pretty easy if you asked him (you never denied it or tried to hide it) . But if you asked yourself, you couldn't have been more obvious with him. In your relationship with Rindou you pride yourself with being honest with him and having a clear and open line of communication with each other.

you literally had just gone to the bathroom at this cafe that you and Rindou decided to have a date at and suddenly Taiju Shiba was in your seat trying to "conduct business'" with Rindou. You smirk as you approach the table before stealing a kiss from Rindou and placing yourself onto his lap.

"Hi baby, whose this date crasher?" you question him playing dumb. You knew Taiju very well.

"This is_"Rindou began before being interrupted by Taiju

" I don't think it any of your business'."

A laugh escapes your throat and you smile at him.

"Well I know you don't think at all. But seeing as you interrupted MY date with MY boyfriend.. it is my business. "

" No one has taught you to speak when your spoke-"

" Unlike your shitty ass, poor of excuse of a way of treating your "family" you don't get to talk to me that way. Or did you forget your manners when your parents died Dog." You spoke with poison in your veins, you hated every single cell of that loser. For the way that he treats your friend and her brother but also the way he handles things.

Taiju blood boils and he begins to try to "disciple" you but before he or Rindou could even react, your men quickly disabled Tajiu and pinned him to the table. With his face shoved into the dirty café floor , you motion to your men to pick the loser up. Blood ran down his nose and forehead, his cheeks stung from your full force slaps to the point were he almost didn't feel them.

" Now, just this once I'll let you off easy okay girlie? Because i know of a couple of interested parties that would like to shoot another one those videos. "

His face drained of color as he remembers Haikai's significant other torment and the humiliation's he went through because of them.

"good you realize who I'm speaking of. Hears what we are going to do. Your going to leave me and my boyfriend to our date. These lovely men are going to beat you to inch of your life then leave you for dead in some random river while recording everything and maybe just maybe that video will end up in Koko's or haikai's lovely s/o hands. And you will spend every waking moment wondering when either of them is going to strike."

Rindou had chills for weeks after that. He processed the event slowly as he clearly remembered the fear in Taiju's face. The fact that you could be so cold and ruthless but the next second be so warm to him blew his mind.

He would do the same thing of course but he needs time to process. But in the meantime you two go on a lot of uninterrupted dates.

Hajime Kokonoi

Kokonoi values information, money and luxury.

But there was a fourth thing he valued with his grubby greedy hands the most and that was you. You had everything he valued and loved all wrapped into one. You somehow knew information that it would have taken him a lot of time and money. You had "strange" and "random" friendships with some questionable people, connections he knew where in HIS world.

so he didn't have evidence to back up his claims but in his 4 million heart he knew that you were at least involved into his world but just didn't know how much. He knew you either deep enough to be an information gatherer of a spy but he didn't think you were a gang leader.

Day and night he would undirectedly tell you to leave that world behind and that he would take care of you but you never acknowledge his underlying message.

But he realized how strong you were when a gang he was working on merging another gang to tenjiku only to realize that group had disbanded and joined another gang.

Shion

Oh He knew, you think he would forget getting his ass beat by you??

[sabraeal]

at home with the glass half empty, Part 1

[Read on AO3]

It’s not that Nanami expected fanfare when he returned to the realm of curses and sorcerers; they hardly have time to mourn their dead, let alone celebrate the living. It’s only…

There should be more to it than this. More than Gojo-senpai’s crooned, ‘Nanami-kun’ crackling over the speaker of his phone, rousing him before even the sun's bothered to heave itself over the horizon. More than the mission brief being a location and time couched in a stream of that idiot's nonsense, more than showing up at to the rendezvous as the sole adult not wearing his high school uniform--

More than the situation going pear-shaped at the moment of contact. At least, that's what he'd thought there'd be when he still trained under these people. Last minute texts seemed normal when he was just some shitty teenager; when he was just some student called in as an afterthought once instructors had deemed the situation safe enough to stand in for a lesson. He'd assumed that when he was an adult, when he finally became a peer rather than a pupil, he'd finally be privy to all the secret strategies the other sorcerers seemed to know down to their bones

Now he'd just settle for a plan before they turned a children’s park into a battleground.

Cursed energy drips off his knuckles, liquid in a way real fire never could be. It flickers with the same frantic rhythm as his breath, a flare of flame before it extinguishes itself on the concrete. That had been the reason he’d left, wasn’t it? That there never had been a plan. That their only way of fighting the creeping tide of humanity’s apathy was to throw more bodies at the problem until it was solved.

Even if those bodies were children.

“Threat neutralized,” he pants, quenching the cursed energy licking over his shoulders. They tense in its wake, braced for a fight long over. “…Gojo-san.”

“As expected from my reliable kouhai!” A lanky arms slings itself over his shoulders, drawing him far too close to that smug smile. “Tell me, was it fun? Is it just like old times?”

“I’ve been doing this for a year.” And Gojo-senpai— intolerable, as always— never changes his script. Unbelievable that they gave this man dominion over children. “It’s shit.”

He nods, sagely. “Just like old times.”

Isn’t that the truth. Nanami plucks his blazer off the carousel's rail, slinging it over his shoulders. “If there’s nothing else…?”

“What? You’re not going to stick around? Reminisce about old times?” Gojo’s lip juts out, wounded. “Come on, Nanami-kun—”

“I told you not to call me that.” They’re work colleagues, not classmates.

“You were a salaryman, weren’t you? You know about post-work drinks. Happy Hour?”

He hadn’t gone to those either, not once it was clear he would make more money on overtime than schmoozing for a promotion. “It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Lunch, then,” Gojo-senpai decides far too quickly. As if he’d already planned— “I made bento!”

Ah, there it is. The metal teeth snapping shut on this trap. “All right,” he sighs, slumping under his senpai’s weight. “Show me this…bento.”

*

The paper bag should have been his warning. It’s rumpled, like it’d been pulled out of the bin, the top not even neatly rolled down but merely clenched shut in Gojo-senpai’s fist, like a cartoon bank robber making his getaway.

“I made your favorite,” he says, so saccharine Nanami’s teeth ache. “What is it you always get now? The casse-croute.”

The casse-croûte is a light meal— a snack, really, though a substantial one— an idea that includes but is not exclusive to sandwiches. What he prefers is the jambon-buerre, the parisien, a baguette slathered in butter and layered with Paris ham— or more often, prosciutto— lettuce and brie. But the konbini around here don’t make a distinction between the two, and by the terrible mockery Gojo-senpai’s mouth makes of a French accent, neither will he.

He takes the bag anyway, top pinched between two of his fingers. Between the grit of his teeth, Nanami manages, “Thank you for the meal.”

What he finds inside is…unspeakable.

“Is this…?” His mouth works, at a loss. “Mozzarella?”

“Nice, isn’t it?” Gojo-senpai’s nose wrinkles above his own egg salad, pressed sloppily between two slices of white bread. “Better than that stinky stuff they usually put on. You know it has a rind?”

The bread squishes beneath his fingers— not a baguette at all, not even a French loaf, but some sort of mass-produced bread-like product. A...sandwich roll, shoved into a plastic bag with a half dozen other of its ilk, sold for cheap and then bought by this absolute fool to be split in twain and abet this blasphemy trying to pass as a sandwich. The lettuce is soggy and— he’s pretty sure— shredded. Maybe even iceburg.

Even still, his mouth salivates. Not for this abomination, but the superior sandwich it apes; the same way cursed spirits shuffle, mere shadows of the human fears that birth them. One sitting behind a glass case, wrapped in crinkling film, crusty bread glimmering enticingly beneath the bakery’s lights. He can taste it, the funk of the cheese and the crispness of the lettuce, the baguette shedding sesame as it yielded to his teeth. And the girl behind the counter—

It’s much better than the konbini’s, isn’t it? The curse coiled on her shoulder cocked its fly-head to match hers, as if it had a share in her pride. As if it were anything more than a leech, sucking the life out of her sip by sip, until only a hollowed-out shell remained. He’d gotten rid of it; his last gift to the world he’d left behind. To the girl who made the perfect jambon-buerre.

A year ago now. His mouth twists. A lot can happen in a year. Do her shoulders still sit so proud? So easy? If he went back, would he find her still smiling, or would there be another one of those worms wrapped around her neck, squeezing tighter every night. Killing her day by day, unchecked, no sorcerer to—

Nanami balls up the bag, sandwich and all, and throws it into the nearest bin. That has nothing to do with him now.

“What’s the matter, Nanami-kun?” Gojo sing-songs, impossibly long limbs sprawled over the bench, taking up as much space as his smile. “Don’t like the sandwich? What’s wrong, too much mayo?”

Mayo. He pinches his nose, adjusting the way his glasses straddle it. “I don’t like anything about this.”

The sandwich, the job. The growing amount of cursed spirits spawning around the city. The strange way Gojo-senpai smiles when he asks about it. Gojo-senpai in general.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. Gojo's must as well; he slips his out from his trousers, brows knitted as his eyes scan over the message.

“Lucky us,” he drawls, smirk stiff as a carcass across the spread of his lips. “Another cursed spirit, and only a few streets over.”

Nanami frowns as the man unfurls from the bench, casual as a cat on its way to batter yet another mouse. “There’s more now, aren’t there? That’s why you were all so happy to have me back.”

“Whatever do you mean, my dear kouhai?” Gojo swings close— too close, his mouth all teeth. “Clearly we missed your scintillating personality.”

“It’s gotten worse.” He doesn’t need to see the man’s eyes to know how tightly he’s holding them, not when the rest of him is strung as taut as piano wire. “You think they’re going to overrun us, the way they did when Geto-san—”

“See? There he is.” One of those long hands reach out, patting him on the cheek. Slapping, really. “That’s the kouhai I missed so much. Nanami-kun, always so positive.”

“Don’t call me that,” he grunts, shrugging him off. A tug fixes the sit of his blazer of his shoulders. “Come on, let’s get going. I’m not about to put in overtime for you.”

Gojo rocks back on his heels as he walks away, taking in a deep breath. Despite the clear skies, a thunder rumbles through the city.

“It’s a lovely day for walk, isn’t it?” he hums, the words dogging Nanami’s heels. “How lucky for us.”

*

The cursed spirit might only have been lingering only a few streets away, but it’s a slippery one, leading them on what Gojo calls a ‘merry chase’ to the other side of town. By the time they corner it, writhing and helpless now that senpai's patience has run out, his stomach is empty enough that even that war crime of a sandwich seems appetizing.

A good thing that he’d put it in the garbage, then. Nanami would never be able to live with himself if he ate mayonnaise with brie. He had never been to France, but he would one day— if only for the food— and they certainly wouldn’t let him in after that.

Gojo-senpai doesn’t stick around to offer another; he’s got to go back to his class, to the children he’s teaching to sacrifice themselves before they even know who they might be. That’s what they’d wanted him to do when he’d first come back. Even had a promising crop of scouted talent, still wide-eyed from having the veil thrown back, the way he had been when he’d first enrolled, but—

But he’d just laughed. Told them to leave all that to Gojo, a man who tasted death and liked the flavor. They had his number; he’d come when they called.

So there’s no reason for him to be here. No reason for him to be idling next to this awning as rain pours down, pelting umbrella he’d bought from the konbini a street over. His old one; the shortest jaunt from his last apartment, closer still to the building where he used to work. One that still didn’t have casse-croute in the case.

But she would.

It’s busy now— the dinner rush, now that the salarymen have been turned out from their offices, ravenous and eager to avoid their empty apartments. Or worse yet, the filled ones— the kind with the children their parents wanted and the wife that begrudges their existence just as much as they begrudge hers.

A red beret blazes behind the counter, but even through the plate glass, it’s outshone by the smile beneath it. She’s been doing well, it seems— it had only even been her at the till before, but there’s two other employees working behind her now. They’re laughing as she tallies up an order, one of them wiping tears from his eyes.

It’s…nice. Good even. More camaraderie than he’d ever seen on the front lines of the stock market. More than he sees now, despite how close these missions fly to death. And that should be enough for him, to see proof of her success, but—

But that fly-head cocks its head, its unblinking stare settling on him through the glass. A larger one than the last. Makes sense; it’s had a whole year to siphon off its sustenance.

Nanami heaves a sigh, and with a nudge of his shoulders, opens the door.

The bell rings, the same bright chime he remembers, but the shop is so full, so lively, that no one bothers to look at the man stepping off to the side, letting another glut of customers through. He collapses his umbrella, careful to keep the extra water from dripping all over her floor. Even from here, he can hear that damn thing chittering on her shoulder, teeth clicking at every twitch of his fingers.

There’s nothing to be done about the thing from back here— he’s not Gojo-senpai, he can’t simply exorcise a spirit from annoyance alone— but he can’t bring himself to join the crowd. To hop in line and simply be yet another customer, not when she could look up and know—

But she wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He’d been a regular for only a few months more than a year ago. There’s no reason for her to remember his face, at least not enough to see past the new set of glasses on his face.

It’s better that way.

One of her employees passes behind her, leaning down to murmur in her ear, and her eyes jerk up, scanning the back of the shop. Not casual, no— that gaze is sharp, focused. Searching. It skims over him— once, twice— then catches, the tense lines collected at the corners of her eyes easing.

Oh.

She does remember him.

Her mouth opens, a hand lifting to a wave— only to flounder in empty air as the next customer shoulders his way to the counter, spitting out his order. She blinks, attention dragged back to the mundane, to the only reality she knows, and—

He should have never come. What difference did it make if he rid her of that curse? Oh, he can pretend it’s altruism, that all he cares about is gaining one small foothold in this war of attrition, but this isn’t about her. No, all this— it’s about him. About his pride. About proving to himself that these small victories meant something-- that even if he fell protecting this world from the horrors they’d never see, he’d leave a mark. That he'd have done something to make is better.

And now Nanami has his answer: he can push these boulders up this hill all he wants, but they’ll always fall back down. It’s only a matter of time.

He should leave.

The rain is still coming down outside, hard enough it bounces off the awning, splattering his already half-soaked blazer. A cluck catches between his teeth, trapped tight as he wrangles his umbrella open. An unremarkable black, one that will disappear into the sea of identical canopies; one more body in the surging tide, and—

And the bell rings. “Wait!”

He’s too close to feign ignorance, to pretend that he can’t hear her as easily as the heart pounding in his chest. That he can’t see her panting where she leans against the glass, rain dripping onto her chef whites. “This is for you!”

It’s the second time today that a paper bag has been foisted on him, but unlike the last, this one is crisp, a clean white with a neat fold at the top. And when he unfurls it, glancing into its pristine depths—

It’s his usual. The jambon-buerre. It’s a miracle his stomach doesn’t growl. “I didn’t…”

Order anything. He shouldn’t even be here.

“I know!” If he’d thought her smile was bright behind the counter, it is blinding this close. He squints into it, half-surprised it hasn’t burned the clouds away. “I keep one in stock, just in case you stop by. As a thank you!”

He blinks down at the bag. It’s been a year, he doesn’t say.

“Your neck,” he manages instead. “Does it still bother you?”

“Ah…!” Her eyes pulse wide. “Yes! How did you know?”

The fly-head chitters on her shoulder, and if it were possible for it to know what danger it was in, Nanami might have called that beady gaze a glare.

“Could you step closer?” His request isn’t breathless, but it is soft; softer than he’s ever spoken. She follows before he’s even finished, quick enough to leave his mouth strangely dry.

His movements are not practiced like he’d thought they’d be. Before he’d been relying on memory, on the feel of how cursed energy collected in his palms, but now he’s used to the way it sits there, to the way it tingles against his skin. He brings up his hand too fast, expecting the weight of the cleaver, but it doesn’t matter— the cut is same with an edge or without, his fingers honed just as sharp when it comes to little pissant curses like this one. It explodes over her shoulder, like a fly beneath a swatter.

When she breathes in, it’s with noticeably more ease, the tense line of her shoulders softened to a more natural curve. Funny how such a little thing could carry so much weight.

“Ohhh,” she sighs, eyes fluttering shut. Her hand raises, rubbing at where it sat, and he— he has to look away. “That’s so much better.”

“Thank you.” The words are foreign on his lips. “For the sandwich.”

For remembering. He turns, umbrella resting on his shoulder. It’s time.

“Wait!”

Fingers tangle in the sleeve of his blazer. Small, insignificant things, grip so weak a hard breath might break it. But it’s enough. This time, he turns back.

“How…?” Her face scrunches, head shaking. “No, wait. I asked last time, but I don’t think you heard me.”

She plucks her phone from an apron pocket, waving it with a smile. Not a shy one, but hopeful. “Can we exchange contacts?”

He stares. Not…forbidding. Simply…blindsided.

“No pressure,” she tells him brightly, despite the pink flush across her cheeks. “If you drop me a line the next time you’re around, I’ll make your sandwich fresh. No charge.”

That, if anything, tempts him. But still— he should go. It’s not good to make connections among the mundane. It only hurts them when they get caught up in his world.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He smiles to ease the sting. “Thank you, though.”

This time when he leaves, she doesn’t call after him.

*

Nanami waits to eat until he’s home, setting the bag on the counter, right beside his keys. There’s a part of him that’s reluctant to eat it, to take advantage of her kindness when the best he can do is walk away. But the famished part wins out, salivating at the very memory of its taste, of how the butter and brie meld into the most decadent expression of flavor, and—

And he might get a plate, at least. A luxury; he’d always eaten it on the run, trying to finish before he went back to the office, putting more hours in on the clock. Watching his life tick away through rows of a spreadsheet.

He sits down too— ah, what a dream this would have been back then, to sit and savor each bite. To not just cram as much into his mouth as he could before the elevator finish twenty-four flight climb, spitting him out into yet another soulless lobby. He unfurls the bag, extracting the sandwich with exquisite care. There’s a napkin wrapped around it; it flutters to the plate first, and he nearly leaves it there, but—

Sayo, it reads, followed by a string of numbers. Ten of them, to be exact, grouped two, four and four.

Ah. Heat flares where his collar rests at his neck. A phone number. That’s…persistent.

He stands up, skin tingling the same way it does in battle, but there's no curse energy to blame. Only the strange beat of his heart, and the even more foreign sensation of heat beneath his collar. He paces the kitchen, once, twice, trying to expend the tremble in his muscles, to still the half-formed thoughts racing in her head, and--

And with a delicate swipe of his hand, he guide the paper into the bin. Sayo, it still reads, and a number after it. Right there, on top of all his rubbish.

Nanami turns away, taking the plate with him. He’ll eat on the couch tonight.

[lfghughes]

Seal My Fate pt 5

a/n: i had to add in some alex and cole content in there for you guys

You had managed to avoid both boys throughout the week. Jack was a little harder than Trevor mostly because Trevor got the message loud and clear that you needed space so either he understood that or he just didn’t care enough to get that involved. Jack on the other hand kept checking in on you but even though he was actively trying to see how you were doing and see you it wasn’t hard for you to figure out that his ex was staying.

Of course you were nosy about it when you noticed her still round next door but you didn’t want to ask what had exactly changed his mind about her being here. Maybe Trevor did have a point. When you heard a knock on your door it was hard for you to contain the groan, knowing one of them was checking in on you but you still went to the door. Instead you were shocked to see Alex and Cole on the other side.

They didn’t even wait for an invite they just barged right on in. “Oh uhm okay?” You said as you followed them into your own house. “We’re crashing here for the day. Too much tension in our own house.” Alex said as he flopped down on your couch, Cole following his action. “What do you mean?” You asked, letting your nosiness get the best of you. “There’s weird energy between Trevor and Jack.” He gave you a knowing look. “But also Jacks ex being here has added some weirdness.”

Maybe it was the look on your face but Cole immediately held his hand up as if he was trying to stop your thoughts. “Jacks been crashing on the couch so she can have his room. I don’t really know why she’s staying.” As Cole explained all of this to you, you went ahead and sat next to him on the couch. “So you guys decided my place was the place to be?” You asked because the house was big enough but there was also a whole outdoors for them. “That and we also figured you would need a friend right, specifically two of them that aren’t trying to sleep with you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Alex’s bluntness. “I’m sorry I made this summer weird.” You quietly apologized and both boys shook their head. “You didn’t make it weird which is why we also wanted to invite you out with us tonight. We get it if you really don’t want to go because the two idiots will be there but me and Cole want you there.” Half of you wanted to accept this invite while the other half didn’t want to but one look at their faces and you couldn’t say no.

When the boys said they planned on staying with you for the day they meant it. They had stayed until it was time to get ready to go out. At the bar they did a good job at distracting you from the boys but not just that Jacks ex also being there. But no amount of jokes or anything could have distracted you from seeing the way Jack was acting around her. He had definitely been drinking a good amount but when you saw him kissing her that was when your world stopped for a minute.

You felt Alex’s hand go to your arm “I’ll take you home.” You could see the look of sympathy on his face and you shook your head. “It’s okay, I’m just going to head out.” Before he could argue, you left and the air outside felt good because you felt like you couldn’t breathe in that bar. “Wait up..” You immediately recognized Trevors voice and irritation flared in you. “If you’re going to say I told you so, well just save it.”

That was a clear warning because you did not want to hear how much of an idiot you were. “I wouldn’t say that to you.” He told you and tears welled up in your eyes because those words didn’t make you feel better. “You deserve better than that though.” Your hand went to wipe away the tears and his hand went to your shoulder, his actions gentle. “I’ll take you home.” You nodded your head at his words. Once you got back to your place Trevor took a pause at the front door.

“This is going to be a weird favor to ask but can I crash on your couch? If I go home I’ll end up saying things I regret when Jack gets there.” You nodded your head to his question. “Can you stay in my room with me? Just to sleep.” You asked and he nodded his head. “Of course."

[at1nys-blog]

Worst timing

Pairing: Yamato x Mugiwara!reader

Summary: You are known to have the worst timing in your crew, you just don't know when is the right time is and on Onisganshima nothing is different.

A/N: light early Oniganishima spoilers; mention of reader being moody as Ulti

Masterlist

You loved chaos, creating havoc was something you were good at, but being with a captain such as yours it was an easy task actually. Part of the crew, read Nami and Usopp, really hated this nature of yours: always chasing danger; the others didn't care too much.

Seeing Kidd and his crew entering the Live Floor got your blood boiling, you decided to follow behind him, maybe trying to get in first.

"YN STOP HIM" your captain screamed from behind you which made Zoro scream at the two of you to stop being so reckless and reminded that you had a plan to follow. Whatever the swordman said next, didn't got processed by your ears, let alone your brain.

The inside of the Live Floor was filled with drunken warriors that sometimes will stop you for a drink or a flirt, you excused yourself saying you had to search for your party.

"Come on let's have some fun" a drunk man said, hanging his arm on your shoulders "you can find your friends later" you gave the man a creepy smile and then a sloppy punch, making him fall on the ground. You laughed maniacally jumping some steps behind. The man stood up confused and was about to ask the reason behind the punch.

"Oh I am terribly sorry, I thought you were one of those idiotic samurais" you laughed and the rest of the warriors followed you in a fist of laughter. "Please forgive me, now I really have to go" and with that you left the group and run to find your captain.

It didn't took long to do so, you just had to follow the chaos he was creating himself. It made you giggled. Seeing Luffy loosing his temper was such a blessing for your eyes, it was such an amazing moment to witness. Zoro was on your side some moments after, scrolling his head for the stupidity of his captain.

"They were throwing the soup at each other for fun" he said, voice so deep it made you shiver head to toes. Uh uh you thought, remembering your meeting with O-Toma and how happy she was to eat a simple, yet delicious, red been soup with rice.

At what the captain said Zoro too started to loose his temper, how could they do such a thing was behind reason for the three of you. The swordman smirked, this meant you were going to beat up some guys that came your ways and this was the best part of the day.

After a pair of punches and kicks threw here and there you decided it was time to leave and head for your target, it was no use to waste your energies and time for some small fishes like them.

"Where to captain?" you asked following Luffy just a little behind him, he knew where to go better than you or Zoro. The teen pirate just pointed somewhere above your heads, but of course the enemies knew better than stopping you.

While on your way, the trip got cut due to a pair or people falling from the floor above, both of them had a mask covering half their faces. Luffy being Luffy somehow managed to infuriate the girl which decided to give start to a battle between her and your captain; you on the other hand just laughed at the girl.

"You really thing you can handle him?" you said in between laughs, this behaviour of yours got under the boy's skin, he trasnformed himself into a weird looking animal, a dinosaur. You recall having saw some on Robin's history books.

Another useless fight started between the four of you: Luffy against the girl and you against Pa-tan?

"You surely have a weird name, dinosaur." you said, vortcing around his body. The animal-boy got even more angry. I stroke a nerve, you told yourself, so you kept on annoying him about his appareance and weird name.

It all happened in a second. You heard the girl screaming and your opponent's attention was on her in an instant and so yours. You looked around trying to find Luffy but he was nowhere to be found. When you saw the whole on the ground you suspected he was there and he was.

He emerged some minutes later, reading to pick the fight from where he left it but his opponent was going to give him a harsh attack if it wasn't for a new presence in the room, that saved your captain from a painful collide of heads.

"PA-TAN" cried the girl, the boy on her side in a second leaving you surprised and sad about not having anyone to beat up. "YAMATO YOU ARE DEAD" she said punching Pa-Tan stomach, you laughed. You surely were bipolar but she was worst than you.

The new presence put both of your enemies down with such ease you wondered who they were but you couldn't ask anything since they were trying to have a conversation with Luffy.

Not wanting to get killed by the dinousar siblings, you decided to call them that, you were following Yamato, that was the name he introduced himself to Luffy, and your captain away from your enemies.

"AND WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING US?" he asked looking behind at you

"Becuase I am with him" you said pointing at Luffy

"You could have saved me, Yamao LET ME GO I HAVE TO BE SOMEWHERE"

"NOT BEFORE I TALKED TO YOU"

You wanted to scream at them to stop yelling at each other but everytime you tried they started bickering until Luffy finally gave in.

"great, but not here. People can hear us" and this is how you ended up on the attic of the castle.

Yamato presneted himself once again, esording with the fact that Kaido is his father; Luffy wanted to leave already, then he mentioned Ace and how he wished so much to go out at sea with him but couldn't not when his father imprisoned him on Wano installing him the fear that he would have died if he left the cuntry; then at the end he showed himself. Taking off the mask and the sleeves of his shirt you were meet with... A woman?

"You said you were Kaido's son?!" Luffy was confused. Did he heard wrong? "You are not a man"

You were astonished, in a good way that is. You never saw such beauty before.

"Oh my god you are soooooo handsome. Are you single?"

"Y/N this is not the time" said Luffy desparate about your attitude. "we have to kill Kaido" he remembered you.

"And let me out of those" Yamato said.

"I know, I know. So, are you single or not?" He didn't answer you, instead asked Luffy if he was able to let him free. The pirate nodded. "I guess I have to wait. Well, one more reason to not die in this battle then."

And with that Luffy freeded(?) Yamto from his cuffss they exploded sending the three of you flying back on the Live Floor.

"Not a good start to my promise." you rolled your eyes.

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Targaryen Inc (7/?)

Description: Alyra and Jacaerys talk about his weekend with Helaena and Alyra finally joins Aegon on a night out, so she can ignore her broken heart.

Alyra crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Helaena came over this weekend to help me work through some stuff with Sarah, and I’m afraid I may have made her uncomfortable.”

“How?”

“We were just talking, and then we got in a tickle fight, and I complimented her, then she basically bolted.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I apologized, and she told me it was alright, but you know her. She never wants anyone to be upset.”

“Why did you start a tickle fight, that’s a cheesy couple move.”

It was Jacaerys’s turn to hide his face in his hands. “I don’t know, I’ve just been so up and down since Sarah and I broke up, and Helaena was there, being kind and pretty, and I just wanted to see her smile.” He ran his hands down his face then laid them flat on his desk. “I swear her smile could cure cancer; it always makes me feel better.”

“Do you have romantic feelings for her, or are you two just friends? Because if you’re just friends, you need to reevaluate.” Her cousin was toeing the line between friends and something more, and she did not want to see either him or Helaena end up with a broken heart.

“We’re—she’s—it’s Helaena. I love her, she’s a wonderful person, and a great friend. She’s beautiful, smart, kind, loves dogs, and we like the same movies…she’s perfect.”

Alyra sat back in her chair, and just stared at him. Her idiot lawyer cousin was in love with her best friend, and completely blind to it.

“She’s the perfect person, the perfect friend, I love being around her.” He continued, not understanding the meaning of her stare.

“And Aegon just set her up with one of his friends.” She said, resting her chin in one hand, waiting for his reaction.

“Aegon? Aegon’s friends are manwhores. They’ll just take advantage of her and break her heart. I can’t let that happen.” He said, standing up and storming towards the door.

She caught his wrist. “Helaena is really excited about this date; you will not ruin it for her, and you will not use her as a rebound. So, sit down, and make a therapy appointment before you decide to rush over there and declare your love for her.”

“I’m not in love with—Helaena, my flower!” He perked up when Helaena opened his office door.

Helaena smiled at him, then noticed Alyra was in his office as well. “There’s this goth woman by the elevator, and she glared at me when I hugged Aemond.”

“See, she’s a bitch.” Alyra said, throwing her hands in the air for emphasis. “She’s your brother’s date for tonight.”

Helaena sat in the other leather chair and smoothed out her skirt. “I don’t like the energy she gives off; it reminds me of—" She cut herself off, just as Jacaerys had.

Alyra intertwined her fingers, biting the inside of her cheek. “Does everyone know Aemond’s tragic backstory, but me?”

Helaena looked at Jacaerys then back at her. “It’s not something Aemond likes to discuss, he’s very back and forth on how he feels about it.”

After a few more minutes, it was time for them to clock out, and she gathered her things, knocking on Aegon’s office window. “Are you going out tonight?”

“It’s Margarita Monday, of course I’m going out.” He said, grabbing his car keys and shoving them in his pocket.

“Can I come with you?”

Aegon’s face lit up. “Alyra Hawthorne, are you finally asking to come out, with me, on a weekday?” He flung his arms around her, hugging her tightly. “This is going to be so fun; I promise.”

She hugged him back. She herself wasn’t a hugger, but Aegon was, and overtime she’d gotten used to his bear-hug attack-style of celebrating good news. “As long as we don’t go to any strip clubs.”

“You got it, clothing required places only.” He released her, and they made their way down to the parking garage.

Alyra sat beside Aegon drink in hand. They were seated in a private booth, and she was certifiably drunk.

“She’s a bitch, an old goth-hippie bitch.” She yelled over the music.

“Aemond has weird taste, always has.” Aegon yelled back.

“Why go after her when I live down the hall from him? He wouldn’t even have to drive anywhere.” She complained before dissolving into giggles at the shock on Aegon’s face.

His mouth dropped open. “You’re into Aemond?”

“Yes, thoughts?” She said, attempting to sound sober and serious, but failing miserably.

“And prayers, Alyra, thoughts and prayers.” Aegon said, taking a swig of his drink. “Why Aemond?”

Alyra took another sip of her drink. “He’s smart, sweet, good hair, killer jawline, is always respectful, and defends me, he’s so charming. Also, he’s hot, he’s so, so hot.” A flash of silver caught her gaze, and she turned her head. “And he’s right over there…”

Aegon followed her gaze.

“He’s right over there, dancing with that woman, after he invited me to his award thingy, bought me flowers, flirted with me, and said he’d want me close. This is bullshit.” She slammed the rest of her drink down and tapped her nails angrily on the table.

“Don’t let it bother you, you’re too hot for my brother anyways.” Aegon’s said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Alyra couldn’t tear her eyes away from Aemond and Alys dancing together. “Aemond doesn’t even like clubs, he doesn’t even know any of the songs.” She huffed, grabbing another drink from the bucket in the center of their table.

“He’s a nerd, and she’s a cougar, let’s get out of here, I know this great place down the street that Aemond definitely won’t be at.” Aegon coaxed, standing up and reaching to pull her up with him.

She brushed off his hands. “No, I’m saying something to him.” She made her way out of the booth and attempted to navigate her way through the crowd. She really regretted that last shot, as her legs felt unsteady beneath her, and her vision was swimming. Someone bumped her, and she stumbled forward, catching herself at the last second on a man’s shoulder.

The man turned around and gave her a look that sent a shiver of fear down her spine. She tried to back away, but he grabbed her wrists. She struggled against him, yelling for Aegon, but the music drowned her out.

Suddenly an arm was around her waist, and she was pulled backwards. She elbowed whoever grabbed her, and they shouted her name.

She turned around to find herself chest to chest with Aemond.

His eyes were panicked and scanning her for any injuries. “Are you okay?”

“I…” She was interrupted by the man who grabbed her.

“Hey chill man, I saw her first.”

Aemond’s eyes grew cold, and he pushed her behind him before leaning forward and speaking quietly to the man.

She couldn’t hear what he said, but the man’s face drained of color, and he turned and fled. Pushing through the other people dancing on his way out.

Aemond turned back to her, trailing his hands from her shoulders down to her wrists checking for bruises.

“I’m fine.” She said, ripping her hands away from him. “Go back to your girlfriend.”

Aemond cupped her face, the panic still clear in his eyes. “Alyra, what are you doing here?”

“I’m with Aegon, I lost him in the crowd.” Technically not a lie.

Aemond swore under his breath. “It’s too dangerous for you to be by yourself, what if something happened to you?” He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. “What if I hadn’t been there to stop that man?”

Normally this concern would’ve had her stomach fluttering, but all she could feel was the alcohol turning her blood to fire. “Who knows, but why do you care? I’m not your problem.” She removed his hands from her face. “Go back to your girlfriend, Aemond.”

 “Alyra, I’m not leaving you here.” He said, catching her hands and intertwining them with his own.

Tomorrow, she would blame it on the alcohol, but tonight she was hurt and angry. “You said it yourself, we’re co-workers. Not friends, not dating, not anything. Just two people that work together.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to offend you, of course you’re more than a co-worker.”

She laughed bitterly. “I’m not offended, I’m hurt. I don’t like this game you’re playing, Aemond, I really don’t.”

His face was a mixture of confusion and anguish, and she longed to comfort him, but she steeled herself.

“Alyra, oh my gods, you scared the shit out of me.” Aegon wrapped his arms around her from behind, and she let him pull her backwards.

“Let’s go to that other bar.” She said, turning away from Aemond and clinging to her friend.

“Ñuha dōna, please, let me take you home, you’ve had enough.” Aemond pleaded, following behind them as Aegon expertly weaved through the crowd.

They reached the door and Aegon stepped in front of her, speaking quietly to Aemond in a language she didn’t understand.

She rarely saw Aegon angry. Bored, upset, hungover, obsessed, tired, she’d seen countless times, but angry was not an emotion he displayed often.

Aegon broke away from his brother and pulled her out of the club.

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