#I was so confident I could get him perfect ;;

[rafesbabygirlx]

𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛’𝚜 Spark ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛’𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍’𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚈𝙴 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 �� 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚗.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

The party was in full swing at Tannyhill, the house buzzing with music, laughter, and the clink of glasses as everyone rang in the New Year. Sarah dragged you into the throng of bodies hours ago, promising a night to remember. She wasn’t wrong, but not for the reasons she imagined.

You stood at the edge of the crowd, holding your nearly empty tequila glass, your gaze repeatedly wandering to Rafe Cameron. He leaned against the far wall, laughing at something Topper said, his drink held lazily in his hand. His eyes flicked to you, and your stomach flipped.

You tried to brush it off. He’s wasted, you told yourself. He probably didn’t even realize he was looking at you. Still, you couldn’t ignore the heat in his gaze or the way it made your heart race.

You’d had a crush on Rafe since you were kids, but there were reasons you never acted on it.

First, there were the girls he surrounded himself with—perfect, confident, and effortlessly stunning. You’d spent too many nights convincing yourself you didn’t belong in his world.

Second, he was Sarah’s brother. The thought of her disapproval was enough to keep you at arm’s length, no matter how badly you wanted to close the gap.

Sarah’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Are you even listening to me?” she slurred, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you lied, though you had no clue what she’d been saying.

She squinted at you, then followed your gaze. A sly smile spread across her face. “You’re staring at Rafe.”

“I’m not,” you said quickly, shaking your head.

“Please,” she scoffed. “You’ve been crushing on him for years. Don’t think I don’t know.”

Your cheeks burned, but before you could respond, John B appeared, his arm snaking around Sarah’s waist.

“Almost midnight,” he announced with a grin, tilting his head toward the clock.

Sarah turned to you, excitement lighting up her tipsy face. “You need to find someone to kiss!”

“I’m good,” you said, brushing her off.

The countdown started, and as everyone shouted the numbers, you resigned yourself to standing next to Sarah and John B. When the clock struck midnight, the two of them turned a simple kiss into a full-on makeout session. You rolled your eyes and threw back the rest of your tequila.

You didn’t see him approach. You were too focused on how awkwardly out of place you felt—until two hands landed on your waist.

You barely had time to react before you were spun around and a pair of lips met yours. The kiss was firm and warm, lingering just long enough to make your head spin.

When he pulled back, you stared into the piercing blue eyes of Rafe Cameron. He smiled against your lips, his hands still resting on your waist.

“We all need a New Year’s kiss, right?” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

Your breath caught, and before you could reply, you dropped your forehead to his chest, your hands clutching at his shirt as a nervous laugh escaped you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

“FINALLY!” Sarah’s voice rang out, followed by a drunken squeal as she threw her arms around the both of you. “I was so tired of waiting for one of you to make the move!”

You looked up at Rafe, your face heating under Sarah’s knowing grin. He grinned back, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your hips.

“Guess we’ve got her blessing,” he said.

“Guess so,” you murmured.

Without another word, he grabbed your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, tugging you through the crowd.

You barely registered Sarah yelling something about not breaking any furniture before Rafe led you upstairs, leaving the party—and your fears—behind.

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[lqveharrington]

But Daddy I Love Him with older!Eddie Munson🫣🫣

Daddy I Love Him | E.M.

summary: your parents always hated eddie munson, in return causes an argument between you and them.

pairing: older!eddie munson x harrington!reader

includes: mentions of devil worship, bantering, arguments, screaming, bad parents, steve being a good brother, crying, angst, fluff

a/n: i've never wrote a full fic for eddie, so this is a first :) (rules for celebration here!)

Your family — mainly your father — was never fond of Eddie Munson. In fact, they all believed he was the devil's spawn. You tried to reason with them and show how sweet he truly was, but they only brought up the cold hard truth. How he was held back twice, played a Satanic Game with high schoolers, and smoked weed. He was someone they didn't want you hanging around. They wanted you to stay as far away from his as possible.

Unfortunately, it was a little too late to enforce that rule.

You were in your senior year of high school when you began to hang out with Eddie. You didn't hang out with him to smoke or to slack off on your studies. No, you hung out with him because you could truly be yourself around him. You didn't have to be the perfect cheerleader your parents wanted you to be — you could just exist.

Everyday you were able to hang out with him, you became more confident in who you were. You wanted to leave behind the simple girl you were raised to be. You didn't care if Sarah or Hannah labeled you a mess or if your parents grounded you until you left for college, you just wanted to be with the one who truly understood you.

"I'll get it!" You yell from your room and quickly rush down the stairs, finishing the braid you were adorning yourself with.

The fall weather in Hawkins was always the best. It wasn't too cold or too warm, it was perfect. So when Eddie told you he would take you to town today, you were ecstatic.

Just as you made it to the base of the stairs — Mary Janes scuffing the wooden flooring — Steve cut in front of you and yanked the door open, smile falling when he saw who was standing on the front porch. Unlike your parents, Steve was less inclined to scold you for running off with Eddie. He probably scowled at Eddie once and told him to stay away from you, but after your many protests, he left you both alone.

"Munson." Steve gave him a curt nod and stepped away from the door, letting you pass. He was wary of you running off with Eddie, you were his little sister. But you looked so happy being around him.

Shaking his head, Steve grabbed your forearm and lowered his voice, eyes flitting up to Eddie before back down to you. "Be careful."

You roll your eyes and push him away, adjusting the dress you wore. "I'll be fine, Steve. Besides, our parents are supposed to be gone the entire weekend."

Steve huffed and reluctantly let you go, watching you get into the white van and pull away toward god knows where. Steve only hoped you wouldn't burn down the life you worked so hard to get to.

As Eddie hummed to the music playing on the radio, you laced a hand with the one he had resting on your thigh. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, grinning when you were already staring at him. He was your chaos and your wild joy, but he was all yours and you wouldn't change it for a thing.

"Where are we going today?" You ask softly as he lifted his hand and kissed the back of yours, thumbing the space there.

He continued to kiss the back of your hand as he spoke, "Thought I'd take you downtown. They recently opened a new music shop down there and I heard they have some of your favorite artists."

You raised your brows in surprise and tilt your head, a grin slowly revealing itself to him. "You know me too well." You sigh and squeeze his hand. "Freaks me out just a little."

Eddie chuckled and squeezed your hand back. Of course he knew you well. He had a journal at home that noted all your favorite things. From your favorite flowers to your favorite type of baked good — he had it all written and memorized.

When you got downtown, he bowed and stuck a hand out to help you out of the car. You laughed and gave him a curtsey once he got you down, linking your arms together. On the way over to the store, you passed many people your father knew. Your face twisted in annoyance when a particular woman who used to babysit you and Steve backed away from the both of you and made a cross with her hands.

Eddie tilted his head to you and pressed a kiss to your hair, murmuring quietly. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear angrily, glaring at the sidewalk in front of you. "Just annoyed at the people in this town." You kick a pebble and watch it tumble down the road. "All they do is stare and gossip when they see us. It's not like you'll use me for a Satanic sacrifice."

"Who knows? I might just, Harrington." Eddie chided and pursed his lips when you sent him a bored look. He sighed and put his arm around your shoulder. "On another note, you know they're just jealous you're not conforming to the norm." He squeezed your shoulder and flicked your braid over your shoulder. "All your friends aren't really your friends with all the fake smiles they keep throwing you."

"I don't give a damn about them." You rest your head on him and sigh, playing with the buttons adorning his denim vest. You huffed again and rub a hand over your face. "The main issue is telling my parents who I'm really going out with."

Eddie hummed and looked down at you, "When are you telling them?"

You scoff out a short laugh, shaking your head. "If I'm lucky — and Steve doesn't snitch — hopefully not until I'm off to college."

He nodded at you and squeezed your shoulder, leading you toward the music store only a few steps away. "Smart girl."

"Thank you." You grin up at him and kissed his cheek when he opened the door for you.

The second you stepped into the store, you were starstruck. The entire place felt like you stepped onto the set of a music video. There were sections purely for The Smiths and The Cure. There sections for Metallica and Black Sabbath — which Eddie ran straight over to. You shook your head and went to the vinyl and records.

You were so mesmerized by things you'd never seen before in Hawkins that you didn't realize Eddie was by your side, simply admiring you. From the way you kept tucking your hair behind your ear to the way your tongue would just so slightly poke out when you were overlooking the description of the record. His breath was taken away at the sight.

"If I had a camera, I would just snap a picture right here." He spoke all of a sudden, causing you to jerk back in surprise and clutch a hand over your chest. "Absolutely stunning, Harrington."

You shake your head and place the vinyl down, creasing your brows when you met his eyes. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"No." He sent you a cheeky grin and blew a kiss, making you smile. He grabbed the vinyl you were looking at and tucked it underneath his arm, still staring at you. "But you really do look beautiful. Your dress not only compliments your features but your personality."

"How did you ever fail English with all your smooth talk?" You lace your hand with his free hand, slipping one of his many rings on your own.

Eddie opened his mouth before shutting it, shrugging and playing along with you. "Now that is a complete mystery."

"Did you grab everything?" Eddie popped the door open for you again and helped you out, eyeing your side of his van to make sure you had everything you brought with you.

"Yep." You pat his arm and shake the paper bag full of records and small posters. Although he didn't have much, he still proceeded to buy almost everything you wanted despite your many protests. "Thank you for buying them for me... Are you sure Wayne —?"

"What the hell are you doing with him?" Your father burst through you front door, his eyes wide in anger and fists clenched by his sides. Behind him, Steve and your mother followed, the latter shocked at how close you were to the devil's spawn.

"Daddy?" You took a step back and bumped into Eddie, hands shaking from confusion and fear. You directed your eye sight to Steve, who looked troubled. "I thought--"

"Sorry, I tried. I'm so sorry." Steve rubbed his face and winced when he heard his mother's shrill voice from his right.

"You knew?" She grasped Steve's shoulder and looked at him in bewilderment. She looked between you and your brother, both of you recoiling at how badly the both of you messed up today.

It had been a while since the both of you were heavily scolded by your parents, but you knew you wouldn't hear the end of this mess. You frowned when your father pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering words you would be grounded for even thinking about.

"Wha — Uhm..." Steve stuttered and sent you an apologetic look, running his fingers through his hair. "I have to make a call to work."

"Daddy —" You try to speak again only to be interrupted by your father barking orders at you.

"Get inside the house." He pointed toward the door and glared at the boy behind you. When you made no effort to move, he marched up to you and grabbed your forearm, voice strict and unyielding. "Now."

You huffed and pulled your arm away, giving Eddie one last look before entering your own personal hell. You entered the dining room and sat as far away from your parents, crossing your arms and looking down at the wooden table.

"What the hell were you doing out with Eddie Munson? We told you to stay away from him!" Your father slammed his hands down on the table, cause the glass vase full of beautiful flowers to topple over.

You looked up at him in surprise and crease your eyebrows, "Daddy, he's not a bad person —"

"Like to hell he's not! He's a bad influence! You're supposed to be at home and studying for your midterms." He shouted back before sitting down in the chair opposite of you, face red in disappointment. He knew you were dating someone, but he didn't know you were dating a super, super senior.

"Those aren't for another month!" You hold back from shouting all together, quite aware that your temper was about to blow.

"Don't talk back to your father like that." Your mother gave you a pointed look, picking at her perfectly manicured nails. She rubbed her temple and sighed, "We just want to understand why?"

"But you wouldn't care." You huff and lean back into the chair, tears of frustration filling your eyes. While Steve wasn't the perfect son and didn't get accepted into any colleges, he was able to carry good grades and competed in basketball and swim. They wanted you to be even better than him — get accepted into an ivy league and leave behind Hawkins, Indiana. "All you care about is me getting into college and getting filthy rich like you guys."

Your mother shook her head and moved to grab your hand. "That's not a bad thing, sweetheart—"

"You don't listen to what I want to do, mom." You yank your hand away from her touch, eyes practically burning holes into the wall. You felt like you were going to burst into flames if they said anything else degrading toward Eddie. "All you want to talk about with me is proper etiquette and daddy just goes on about how I need to be the best or I'll end up like Eddie."

"It seems like you aren't far from that anyway." Your father muttered and earned another glare from you. He took your mother's hand and squeezed it as he revealed the following information. "Apparently this isn't the first time you've gone out with the Munson boy."

"What?" She whispered and looked at you with wide eyes, biting the her bottom lip in nervousness.

Your father nodded and scowled at you when he found how unphased you were. "She's been going out with him since the end of summer."

"Oh my god." Your mother fell back and held her forehead in a dramatic nature. She fanned herself and shook her head, "You need to stop seeing that boy."

"Wait, what? I haven't done anything bad." You protest and look between the both of them. "My grades are perfect and —"

"Who knows where you'll end up if you keep hanging around with him." He slammed his hands down on the table again, making you flinch. He sighed and pinched the bridge of nose once again. "Why do you even bother spending time with a hopeless —"

That's when you snapped. The chair scrapped against the floor as you rapidly stood, hands placed on the table to balance yourself. Your voice echoed around the room, uncaring if the neighbors could hear the commotion. You needed them to understand you weren't ever going to leave him, no matter what they tried to force upon you.

"Daddy, I love him!" You all but screamed at him, chest heaving from all the emotion you poured out. Their eyes widened at your outburst. That was the first time you ever yelled back. "I love him because he sees me for who I truly am." You shake your head and glare at them, head pounding from how much energy you spent on them. "Something you and mom fail to do to both your children."

You began to walk away from them, your steps never faltering as you ascended the staircase. But before you could take another step up, you father called out to you, making you scoff.

"Where are you going? We're not done with this conversation, young lady." He stood by the bottom of the stairs, face red from fury. Your mother was covering her mouth, still in shock from what you said.

"But I am." Your voice comes out sharper than intended. "I love him and I won't go back on it."

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[scorpioriesling]

What Happens on NYE…

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Pairing(s): Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Eris, Tamlin x Reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: Each of the ACOTAR males paired with reader of you were to attend a NYE celebration with any of them. <3

SR’s Note: So… HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!! I’ve been so busy getting ✨married✨ (yes, quite literally. Lol.) & then getting back into the swing of things — not to mention, becoming really sick as 2024 wraps up. (‘: Not to worry! I have the best friends, family, and hubby that have been taking the most care of me. I know I’ve been lacking, especially with the Invisible String series — so allow me to feed y’all tonight, at least a little bit!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Rhysand

“Sweetheart, what’s got you so… preoccupied?”

You sigh, turning your attention away from the drink you’d been studying to meet your husband’s gaze.

“I just… I’m just so… I don’t know, dear. Preoccupied, like you said.” You chew on your lip, the cranberry juice in your glass doing little to calm your nerves. Around you, Rhysand’s closest friends and family flit about, singing and dancing and drunkenly laughing with one another. Usually, you’d be right there with them — it’s felt like ages since you’d had a stiff drink last.

“Darling,” he coos, his hand sliding against yours as he takes your glass from you. “Whatever is there to worry for?”

Just then, a large crash sounds from the room adjacent — and your husband pulls you close to his chest out of instinct. When you lock eyes again, he chuckles.

“Why don’t we—“ he sets your glass down on the kitchen table. “… go somewhere more, private, hm?” You nod, a small smile forming on your lips as his hand wraps protectively around yours waist. He runs his fingers up and down your spine, his next words holding a smile of their own.

“Ahh, now there’s that beautiful smile I love so much.”

He walks with you to the terrace, quietly opening the doors and stepping outside with you. The cool breeze of the night feels wonderful against your skin, which only grew warmer by the minute.

“A new dress tonight, hm?”

You grab the loose fabric of the skirts, swishing it back and forth. He leans against the railing as the light of the moon reflects off of his silky black hair.

“Yes — do you like it?” He nods, scanning you up and down.

“I love it, dear. I must say, I’ve never seen you in a style like this.” He takes your hand, pulling you close to him once more. The light of the ever rising moon makes the band on his ring finger gleam.

“Well… it is New Year’s eve, after all.” You fake a confident smile. It was true — you usually went for more form-fitting gowns, or ones that at least showed off your assets… but this occasion was, well… different.

“It’s nearly midnight, you know.” Rhys points out, his gaze fixing on the moon above. You nod quietly, preparing for the clock to strike twelve.

“Anything you want to leave behind this year? To not bring into the new year with you?” He asks. You chew your lip again, not sure how to answer. You’d prepared and practiced for weeks, yet now it felt as though no amount of preparation could have helped you for this moment.

Rhys shrugs after a moment. “I, for one, would like to leave any bad vibes behind now,” he pauses, listening and chuckling as Cassian belts out a line from the newest Taylor Swift song inside. You can’t help but laugh too as he says, “… and, maybe Cassians singing.”

The lighthearted moment eases you for only a second, a mere glimpse of time before you must work to steady your mind again. You realize, going into the new year, with the husband you have — this is exactly, the right moment, and nothing would make it more perfect.

“I, have something I’d like to bring with us into the new year, rather.” You say, and Rhys looks out as fireworks burst among the stars, cheering through all of Velaris heard from where the two of you stood. As you gazed upon the side of your gorgeous husbands face, you took a deep breath and just said it.

“Rhys, I’m pregnant.”

He slowly turns to you, his joyous expression morphing into surprise as he gazes into your tear-filled eyes.

“W-what?” You don’t think you’d ever heard the High Lord of the Night Court stutter. “Did you say-“

“I’m pregnant,” you say again, more confidently. His eyes grow larger, his hands taking yours as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“You’re… oh Gods, we’re…” he laughs breathily, almost in disbelief.

“We’re having a baby, Rhys!” You beam, and he instantly swoops you into his arms, spinning you around in the light of the firework streaked sky.

“We’re having a baby!” He shouts joyously, gently setting you down to take your face in his hands and pull you into a deep kiss. When he releases you, he stares down at you in pure joy, his hands cupping your cheeks.

“My darling, you’re going to make such a wonderful mother.”

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Cassian

You bend in half, laughing so hard your stomach begins to tighten. Eyes squeezed shut, you try to regain your composure — but what your boyfriend said was just so. Damn. Funny.

“Cass… you’re truly a comedian,” Mor giggles from beside you, her hand resting on your shoulder. When you open your eyes again, the first thing you see is your handsome man’s face alight with a smile.

“So I’ve been told,” he chuckles, taking yet another sip of his beer. His gaze settles on you as he slides a hand around your shoulders, pulling you close and kissing you on the head. “That’s how I got this one, yeah?”

Mor laughs again, and you blush as you lean into his strong frame. Strong, but a little wobbly under the influence of all the alcohol he’d consumed tonight.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself,” Mor hiccups. “…to convince yourself worthy of such a gorgeous girl.” She winks, and you reach a swaying arm for her.

“Awwwh, Mor,” you say, as she stumbles a bit before standing upright. “You’re such a good friend!” There was a million better things you could’ve said, but in your intoxicated state, that’s all you could come up with.

“Oh my gosh!” The blonde squeals. “It’s starting!”

Everyone’s attention turns to the widescreen, the DJ cutting the music as the number 10 flashes on the screen.

“Alllllright, Rita’s!” He announces over the mic. “Let’s count down into this new year together tonight, shall we?”

The crowd cheers, beginning the descent from 10 as the numbers flash on the screen. Cassian pulls you closer, and you all but crane your neck to look up at him.

“Six, five, four…”

Cassians hand slides against your jaw, the other holding you to him by the small of your back.

“Three, two…”

“Gods, you are the most beautiful-“

“One, Happy New Year!”

You don’t even let the crowd get to one, or allow your boyfriend to finish that sweet sentiment before you press up into your tip-toes and smush your lips onto his. His grip tightens, almost lifting you off the floor as his mouth drunkenly devours yours. When you finally do pull away, he smiles softly at you as though it were just the two of you in the middle of the dance floor.

“I… truly am,” he whispers. “So, so lucky.”

Then, his mouth is on yours once more.

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Azriel

“Dare!”

Feyre takes another long swig from her glass, giggling as she sets it down in front of her.

“I dare you, Nesta,” she giggles. “To take off your bra, right now!” She cackles, as the group expresses their disbelief.

Through the protests and shocked expressions, Feyre groans over-exaggeratedly.

“Oh come on,” she whines. Nesta reaches behind her back, working to unhook the clasps.

“Yeah — it’s nothing you’ve never seen before.” She triumphantly yanks her bra free, removing it and tossing it into Cassians lap without so much as untying her gown. Cassian scoffs, feigning annoyance.

“What am I gonna do with this?” He picks it up, beginning to inspect it. Nesta chuckles, sitting up on her knees as she scans the group.

“Hehehe… my turn.” Her steely gray eyes land on you. “Hm. Y/N,” she says, and you feel your heart jump. You never liked truth or dare much anyway, especially not when your crush was involved.

“Truth? Or dare?” She raises an eyebrow.

You gulp. “Umm. Truth, please.”

She grins wickedly, subtly looking between you and Azriel as she pretends to contemplate a question for you.

“Truth, then. Hmm… alright, I’ve got one.” She leans back on her hands, watching as you fidget with yours.

“If you had to pick anyone in this group to kiss tonight, who would you pick?”

Your face heats, and you glare at her. Practically everyone knew of your interest in Azriel, everyone but himself — admitting that now would only be embarrassing.

“Oh… Gods Nesta, uhh…” The tequila from earlier swirls in your stomach, and for once, Azriel looks as though he’s interested in the game again and not the countdown celebration happening beyond the palace walls.

Your eyes meet hers, and she gives you an encouraging look.

“Go on then… name them.”

You swallow, glancing toward Azriel. Grave mistake, he was already looking at you.

Your cheeks deepen their shade of crimson.

“M-maybe… uh, Azriel.”

Nesta shakes her head slowly, that wicked grin only growing. Soft chanting from outside can be heard, the citizens of Velaris participating in the end of year countdown. They’re already at eight when members of the Inner Circle notice how near it is to midnight.

“Guys — it’s almost midnight!” Cassian says giddily, but Nesta keeps her gaze trained on you.

“Prove it.” She says lowly, and you sigh, taking your abandoned glass and throwing back the rest of what was in it.

In an instant, you’re standing, stumbling toward Azriel — your friend, your trainer. Your true love. If only he saw it that way.

“Five, four,” the friend group has engaged in the chanting as well.

Those deep hazel eyes meet yours, his rough hands reaching to help steady you as your friends brush past you for a look out the windows. He cracks a smile, his gently hands bracing against your forearms. You are close, so close — foreheads practically touching as he leans down to peer directly into your eyes.

Behind him, Nesta rises slowly, seeming rather pleased with herself.

“So,” his voice is low and gravelly. “Are you going to prove it?”

You don’t think twice before pressing your lips against his, every point of contact between the two of you sending a million fireworks through you. His lips move, eager for more — you’re happy to oblige.

Behind you, cheering and clapping and the distant sound of fireworks is all drowned out by the sensations taking over you — Azriel’s lips, his hands holding you to his chest… Gods, he smells so good—

He pulls back, breathing heavily as he grins down at you. You chuckle, unsure if the fluttering within is the bubbles from your earlier champagne or perhaps, butterflies.

“I don’t think,” he whispers. Your eyes widen.

“I don’t think you… proved it, enough. Yet.”

You grin, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing him again, his hands sliding around your waist. Just before you loose yourself in the moment, you squint to meet Nesta’s pleased gaze.

“You’re welcome,” she mouths silently.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･

Lucien

The cold winter air bit into your exposed arms, but you didn’t care. The night had been so cold, you were suprised to find your tears hadn’t frozen right on your face — perhaps, the constant flow kept them streaming down your cheeks instead.

You’d heard rumors of Lucien, your absolute best friend being mated to none other than Elain. Sure, she was beautiful, and kind, and quite perfect really — which was exactly the problem. Everything so right about her, only made you that much more insecure.

If you were honest, you understood why the Mother would choose her for him. Your best friend was perfectly imperfect— he was a beautiful male, that you’d known for years, but he was also selfless, kind, and one of the best people you knew. That’s what made him so special; he truly was, the greatest friend you’d ever made.

Perhaps, that’s why the rumors broke your heart so much. No, he hadn’t mentioned it to you — had he known? Surely he couldn’t have known of your feelings, you’d kept them so buried inside… how deeply you’d cared for him. Loved, him.

“Why?” You whispered, glaring at the night sky above. “Why couldn’t you just let him be with me?” Your voice broke, and you whimpered once more. Tonight was pure Hell — watching him, watching her. You couldn’t blame him, she was gorgeous… and for all your friend had gone through, you only wished for him to be truly happy.

You rested your head on your hands, leaning against the marble ledge of the balcony and crying so hard you didn’t hear the terrace door slide open.

“Y/N?”

Your sniffling seized, and you looked up to meet the horrified gaze of your best friend.

You wiped a hand across your face, looking down to not meet his eye.

“Lucien, please-“ you coughed. “Please, enjoy the party. It’s nearly midnight-“

He was to you in three long strides, sitting beside you on the marble bench and resting a gently hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t care what ever else is going on — what’s wrong, Y/N?” His voice carried so much concern, a wave of fresh tears stung your eyes.

“It’s nothing,” you lied. He rolled his eyes, gripping your shoulders and pulling you into his lap. You rested your head against his shoulder, your wet tears dripping onto his collar.

“It’s surely not nothing,” he argued, his hand running soothingly over your back. You swallowed, regaining some control before sniffing and peering up into his face.

“It’s…” you tried, your lower lip wobbling. His hand rested against your cheek, a small encouraging smile on his lips.

“You can always tell me anything,” he encourages. You sigh, looking right up into his beautiful face.

“I… I heard, about Elain. And I’m so sorry, Lucien, I shouldn’t be doing this and behaving this way, because I want you to be happy and-“

“Wait wait. Y/N what are you even saying?” He chuckles, his thumb brushing away a fallen tear. Your eyes well up with more as you feel like this may be the last moment you’ll ever have like this, with the man you love most.

“You’re… I heard, about the bond. You, and Elain.” You sniff.

He tosses his head back, his bright laughter splitting the air between you. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, watching as he refocuses on you.

“Y/N, come now,” he starts, his hands wrapping around your waist. “If Elain and I were truly mates, don’t you think I’d tell you about it?”

You shrug, glancing down at the stone. “I… I don’t know, I-“

He tuts, tilting your chin to look at him again. Inside, the partygoers begin counting — nearing midnight.

“Oh, Y/N… you really don’t see it, do you?” He shakes his head, gazing down at you. Your bottom lip wobbles as you look to him again.

“I just… I only want you to be happy, Lucien.” He smiles warmly, leaning in as the first firework bursts across the night sky.

“You’re what makes me happy, Y/N.”

He kisses you with so much love and adoration, you hadn’t ever imagined possible. Your fingers thread through his hair as you kiss him back with as much love as you can convey.

All he says when he pulls away is, “I love you, so much, Y/N.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･

Eris

You sigh as you bring the mug to your lips once more, hoping the caffeinated tea can keep you awake for a little while longer.

“I don’t like this one much,” Eris comments, watching as the girl onstage sings about getting pregnant. You chuckle lazily, setting the mug down and leaning against his shoulder.

“Not a Sabrina fan?” You add playfully, and he moves his arm so you can lay more comfortably against his chest.

“I suppose not,” he says, his arms resting as he lays beneath you on the couch. He yawns, the first telltale sign of his tiredness — you had to admit, it’d been a long day. Between planting new seeds in the orchard (an annual tradition), taking the kids to visit the in-laws and wrangling them into their rooms at the end of the day… yeah. You could say you were quite exhausted.

Eris’ fingers ran along your bare arms nonchalantly as he gazed at the screen, watching Dick Clark chat with Sabrina Carpenter after her NYE performance. Her dress glittered against the city lights, reminding you of the times you and Eris shared celebrating nights like these in the past.

Sighing, you tilted your head to peer up at your mate. The angle of his jaw, so strong — it complimented the angular panes of his face, so strikingly handsome in any light. He must have noticed your stare, as his fingers stilled and he looked down at you with a tired smile.

“What is it, dear?” You sighed, toying with the small bow at the top of your pajama camisole.

After a quiet beat, you replied. “I just… I’m sorry, you know.” His brow raised, his chin tilting so he could look at you more directly. “We don’t… celebrate. Like we used to.”

He chuckles, the movement shifting you as you pressed against his chest.

“Well, my dear… we do have children, you know.” You half-smiled.

“Yes, I am aware — I’m just missing the days we went out, I guess. Me in a glittering gown, just for you, and all that.” You chewed the inside of your cheek. Your husband’s hand began lightly brushing your arm once more, his expression sympathetic.

“I understand, but, there’s nothing to apologize for my love.” You looked up at him, and he gave you a small smile. “I’m grateful we had those times, yes — but I’m even more grateful now. Nights like these are wonderful; they’re everything I want and need. I’m grateful for our children, tiresome as they may be.” You share a giggle, and his hands move to thread through your hair. “But, this, right here, laying on this couch with you on New Year’s eve… I couldn’t possibly want anything else.”

You close your eyes, snuggling closer to him as he continued playing with your hair. You began to drift off, resting peacefully knowing you were going into the new year with the one person who loved you most.

Eris only moved to reach for the remote, turning down the volume as the crowd on the screen began chanting. You stirred, but he could tell you were fast asleep — gazing down at your beautiful face, his heart swelled.

He leaned down as the crowd roared, pressing a small kiss to your temple.

“Happy New Year, my love.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･

Tamlin

“So, are you gonna go talk to him, or what?”

You’d been eyeing the blonde all night, trying (and failing) to keep your staring to a minimum. Naturally, your friend caught on — likely when she noticed the sudden changes in demeanor as he entered the room you were in.

“W-who?” You feigned innocence. She rolled her eyes, jerking her chin to the brooding blonde by the mini bar.

“You know who,” she chuckled. “Mystery man?”

Now it was time for you to roll your eyes. “That’s what we’re calling him?”

She smirks. “Well, you haven’t gone and asked his name yet, so yeah. That’s all I’ve got for now.”

You sigh, sipping on the last few ounces of your drink.

“Come on,” she eggs on. “Go over and at least say hi?” She nudges your shoulder. You tip back your glass, swallowing the rest of what was in it. Only when you step forward does she applaud you.

“Shh!” You glare over your shoulder, but your friend only watches with amusement as you nervously make your way toward the bar.

Once you’re within arms reach, you take a deep breath, your gaze meeting the emerald green one you’d been eyeing all evening.

“Uh… h-hi.” You stammer. He raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down before opening his mouth.

“Hi.”

Your lips press into a flat line.

“Uh… what’s your name?” You ask. The butterflies in your stomach threaten to come up your throat, and you swallow hard.

“…Tamlin.”

Your eyebrows raise.

“Like, from the Spring Court?” You squeak. He huffs a laugh.

“Like, yeah.”

Your brows furrow, cheeks heating at his lack of communication skills. You fidget with your fingers, not entirely sure what to say next.

“Is there something I can-“

“Why are you here?” You cut him off. Now he raises his eyebrows, and your mouth opens and closes like a fish.

“No, no uh I didn’t mean it like that, I just mean, uhm. Why come to a, uh, party in Autumn if you’re from Spring?” You stutter.

He tips back his glass, setting it on the counter before him before turning to fully face you.

“Friend brought me.” He glances to the room next to you, where Lucien is talking to a group and laughing.

You shrug. “Me too.”

He looks at you near expressionless, leaving you so defeated that you turn to walk away. His hand catches your wrist, and your breath hitches as you whirl around to face him again.

He stares silently for a moment, before pulling you closer to him.

“You’re not here with a… a male?” He asks. You shake your head slowly, and he smirks.

“A shame. For everyone else, but hopefully not me.” Your cheeks darken as you watch his eyes rove over your face, down your neck, over the edge of your top…

“I didn’t come with one,” you choke out. “But, I’m not opposed to leaving with one.” You can’t believe you just said that out loud. He apparently finds it amusing, chuckling as he glances to the clock.

“You’re not above kissing a stranger you just met at a party where you know no one?” He asks, his palms resting on your hips as you stand between his parted knees. You hadn’t noticed how close the clock hand had gotten toward 12, quite literally so distracted by the man in front of you now.

“Are you?” You retort. He smiles, his right hand resting against your jaw.

“Absolutely not.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･

[growthhyp]

Vincent's Growing Notes III

Adrian nervously stepped into the apartment, his eyes widening at the sight of the incredible transformation before him. It was more amazing than anything he could have ever imagined. "It's... it's so... big," Adrian murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes roving over the room in awe.

Vincent, the epitome of masculine perfection, grinned at Adrian's reaction. His biceps bulged as he casually flexed, showing off the fruits of his labors. "Thanks," he said, his voice thick with pride. "But it's not just about the size, it's about the power, the strength, the confidence."

Adrian's eyes darted to the fridge, which was stocked full of what looked like protein shakes. He knew better, though. Those were the nanobots, the key to this unbelievable change. "How does it work?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Vincent strolled over to the fridge and grabbed two of the shakes, handing one to Adrian. "It's simple, really," he said, his smile never wavering. "You just drink this, and let the nanobots do their thing."

Adrian took the shake with a trembling hand. He was about to embark on a journey that would alter his life forever, and he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. "What if something goes wrong?"

"Trust me, Adrian," Vincent said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "You're in safe hands. The only side effect you might experience is a change in... your preferences." He winked, the muscles in his neck flexing.

Adrian took a deep breath and sipped the shake. It was cold and tasted faintly of something metallic, but he tried not to focus on it. "Okay," he said, his voice quavering. "But what's next?"

"Ah, the best part," Vincent said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "You see, Adrian, the most effective way for the nanobots to be transferred is through... intimate contact." He leaned in closer, his abs rippling with the movement. "The closer we are, the better they'll work."

Adrian's cheeks burned as he realized what Vincent was suggesting. "You want me to... to suck you off?" The words felt strange in his mouth, like a foreign language he hadn't quite mastered.

"Think of it as the ultimate protein shake," Vincent said with a wink. "And the best part is, the nanobots are pretty convincing. They might just open you up to a whole new world of experiences."

Adrian felt his resolve wavering. The thought of becoming like one of the muscular jocks he'd always envied was too tempting to resist. "I-I guess so," he stammered, his eyes darting to the floor.

Vincent's grin grew. "You won't regret it," he promised. "Now, do you want the change to be instant or gradual?"

"I-I want it now," Adrian whispered, his eyes meeting Vincent's. "I need to feel... powerful."

Vincent's smile grew even wider. "Good choice," he said. "But remember, Adrian, the more you enjoy this, the better the results."

Adrian nodded, his heart racing. He could feel his body already responding, his cock swelling in his pants. He reached out, his hand shaking, and touched the bulge in Vincent's shorts. "I-I understand," he managed to get out.

Vincent took Adrian's hand in his own, his grip firm and reassuring. "Good," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Now, let's get down to business."

Adrian's breath hitched as he felt the warmth of Vincent's skin through the fabric. He fumbled with the button, his mind racing with thoughts he'd never allowed himself to have before. But the desire was too strong. He had to know what it felt like to be strong, to be desired like this.

Finally, the button gave way, and the zipper slid down with an agonizing slowness.

Vincent watched intently as Adrian's hand trembled, fumbling with the button and zipper of his shorts. Finally, the fabric parted and his cock sprang forth, thick and veiny. "Just like that," he breathed, his voice a hot whisper against Adrian's ear. "Now, take it out and show me your skills."

Adrian's eyes bugged out at the sight of Vincent's monstrous cock. He'd never seen anything so... massive before. It was like staring at a sculpture of pure masculine power. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the racing thoughts in his mind. What was he getting himself into? But the promise of power was too tempting. He leaned in, his lips parting to take the tip into his mouth.

The taste was strange, but as he tentatively began to suck, Adrian felt something new stirring within him. It was like he was discovering a whole new side to himself, a side he didn't know existed. Vincent's hand rested on the back of his head, guiding him gently, whispering sweet nothings that sent shivers down his spine.

Vincent's cock grew even thicker in his mouth, and Adrian could feel the other man's excitement building. He took it as a challenge, pushing aside the voice in his head telling him this wasn't who he was. The idea of becoming a Greek god-like figure was too much to resist. He took a deep breath and took more of Vincent into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with the effort.

Vincent's eyes fluttered shut as Adrian's mouth worked its magic. "Mmm," he murmured, his hand tightening on Adrian's wrist. "You're a natural." His voice was thick with lust, his eyes glinting with an unspoken promise.

Adrian's eyes watered as he took more and more of Vincent's cock, but the feeling of power was addictive. He could feel the older man's body responding to him, and it was intoxicating. The voice in his head grew quieter as he focused on the task at hand.

Vincent's hand moved from Adrian's wrist to the back of his head, pushing him down further. "Take it all, baby," he rasped. "You're doing so good."

Adrian's throat tightened around the girth of Vincent's cock, but he kept going, eager to see this through. The pressure was intense, but the promise of what was to come was even more so.

Vincent's breath hitched, and his body grew taut. "Almost there," he whispered. "Just a little more."

Adrian's mouth was full, but he nodded, his cheeks hollowing as he took Vincent's cock deeper. He could feel the beginnings of something strange, something powerful.

And then it hit him. A warmth spread through his body, starting from his core and moving outwards. His muscles began to tingle, and he felt a strange stretching sensation. He looked down and gasped. His biceps were bulging, tearing through his shirt. His abs rippled, each one more defined than the last.

Vincent's eyes snapped open, and he watched Adrian's transformation with a mix of excitement and pride. "Keep going," he urged, his hips bucking slightly. "Swallow it all, and you'll be one step closer to becoming a god."

Adrian did as he was told, feeling the warmth spread through his body like wildfire. His eyes widened as he felt his cock growing, thickening, stretching his pants to the limit. He could feel his body changing, becoming something more.

The warmth grew more intense, and he could feel the nanobots working away, reshaping him into a new man. His shoulders widened, his chest grew, and his pants grew tighter and tighter around his burgeoning muscles. He felt like he was going to burst out of his skin.

Vincent's cock swelled even more in Adrian's mouth, and the older man couldn't hold back anymore. With a roar, he released his load into Adrian's willing mouth. "Swallow," he groaned, his hand tightening in Adrian's hair.

Adrian did so, feeling the warmth spread through his body even faster. His eyes glazed over as the transformation took hold, his body convulsing with the sheer power of it all. When it was over, he was left panting and trembling, staring at his new reflection in amazement.

He'd become a creature of pure muscle, standing at an impressive six feet tall and weighing in at a solid 250 pounds, with a body fat percentage of a mere 10%. His cock had grown to a staggering 16 centimeters in length and 19 centimeters in girth, and the sight of it made even Vincent's jaw drop.

Adrian's voice had deepened, his words now a low rumble that seemed to echo in the room. His personality had shifted as well, becoming more assertive, more confident. And his sexuality... it was as if a switch had been flipped. He was no longer straight; he was gay, and he felt it in every fiber of his being.

He looked at Vincent, his eyes filled with a newfound hunger. "What do we do now?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Vincent couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he gazed upon Adrian's new form. The young man had always been a bit of a pushover, but now, with his body bulging with 250 pounds of solid muscle, he looked like he could bench press a car without breaking a sweat. The transformation had been quite dramatic, and Vincent had to admit, he enjoyed watching it unfold. Adrian had shot up to six-feet tall, and his frame had filled out in all the right places. His chest was a wall of pecs, his arms like tree trunks, and his legs looked like they could run for days without tiring. But the most impressive part of all? That had to be the monstrous cock that now dangled between his legs, a full 16 cm long and 19 cm thick. Vincent had to give it to him, Adrian was definitely packing some serious heat down there.

The transformation didn't just stop at his body, though. No, it had seeped into Adrian's very soul. His eyes had changed, now a deep, hungry blue that seemed to devour everything in their path. His voice had dropped, turning into a seductive purr that made Vincent's own cock stand at attention. And the way he moved? It was like watching a predator stalk its prey, all grace and power wrapped up in one delicious package.

But it was the personality change that was really the kicker. Adrian had gone from a shy, nerdy kid to a cocky jock with a taste for the finer things in life. He'd started strutting around like he owned the place, flexing his muscles and making not-so-subtle hints about wanting to get it on with Vincent. It was kind of cute, really, watching him try to seduce the man who had created him.

Vincent had to admit, he was a bit surprised when Adrian had first asked for the transformation. But he'd seen the desperation in his eyes, the longing to be something more, something powerful and desired. And let's be real, who wouldn't want to have a piece of that? So, he'd agreed, and now here they were.

As Adrian approached him, his hand sliding over the growing bulge in his pants, Vincent couldn't resist the urge to smirk. "Looks like you're enjoying the new you," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Vincent," Adrian purred, his voice sending a shiver down Vincent's spine. "How about we... celebrate this transformation together?" He winked, his hand cupping the massive cock that was threatening to rip through his clothes.

Vincent's smile grew wider. "I knew you'd come around, Adrian," he said, his voice filled with the confidence of a man who's had his fair share of experiences. "But remember, this is just the beginning."

Adrian nodded eagerly, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Take me," he murmured, his voice now a mix of the old him and the new, confident jock he'd become. "Make me yours."

Vincent didn't need any further encouragement. He stood up and stepped closer to Adrian, their chests brushing together. He could feel the heat radiating from the younger man's body, could see the desire in his eyes. It was clear that Adrian was ready to embrace his new identity, to explore the kind of power that came with his new body.

They kissed, a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. Adrian's tongue danced with Vincent's, exploring every inch of his mouth like he was trying to memorize the taste of him. And as their bodies pressed together, Vincent could feel Adrian's cock growing even larger, the fabric of his tight shorts straining to contain the beast within.

Vincent decided to take control, pushing Adrian down onto the bed. The younger man complied willingly, his legs spreading apart in invitation. Vincent took a moment to admire the view before he grabbed the hem of Adrian's shirt and yanked it over his head. The sight of those abs, those massive, sculpted abs, was almost too much to handle.

Adrian's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement as Vincent loomed over him. "I'm ready," he whispered, his voice shaking with anticipation.

Vincent leaned in and whispered against Adrian's ear. "Good," he murmured. "Because I've been waiting for this." He kissed him again, his hands roaming over the bulging muscles of Adrian's chest.

Their bodies moved together, a symphony of flesh and desire. Vincent's cock was now at full mast, desperate to be let free. He pulled off his own shirt, revealing the muscles that rippled beneath the surface. Adrian's eyes widened at the sight, his own hands reaching out to explore.

They touched, their muscles sliding against each other, and it was electric. Adrian's hands were like branding irons on Vincent's skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Vincent groaned, his hips bucking as he felt Adrian's hands on him, squeezing and caressing his muscles like they were the most precious things in the world.

And then, it was time. Vincent reached down and unbuckled Adrian's shorts, sliding them off to reveal his massive cock. He couldn't believe how big it had gotten. It was like a third leg, standing tall and proud. He licked his lips, his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come.

He took Adrian's cock in his hand, stroking it gently at first, watching the younger man's face contort with pleasure. "Oh god," Adrian moaned, his body arching off the bed. "Yes, Vincent, yes."

Vincent's own cock was begging for attention, but he ignored it. This was Adrian's moment, after all. He'd earned it. He stroked faster, watching as Adrian's muscles tensed and his breath hitched. He knew the feeling, knew what was about to happen.

With a roar, Adrian came, his cum spurting out like a fountain, splattering all over the floor. Vincent couldn't help but laugh, the sight was just too much. Adrian looked up at him, his eyes glazed with pleasure, and Vincent felt something stir within him.

He leaned down and kissed Adrian, hard and deep, their tongues dueling as their cocks lay spent between them. "You're going to love being a jock," Vincent murmured against Adrian's lips. "The power, the attention... it's all yours."

Adrian's eyes flashed with something new, something darker. "And you're going to be right beside me," he said, his voice filled with a dominance that hadn't been there before. "Guiding me, showing me the ropes."

Vincent nodded, his heart racing with excitement. "Of course," he said, his hand sliding down to cup Adrian's chin. "You're mine now."

Adrian's body was still changing, still adapting to the nanobots' influence. His height shot up to 6'4", and his muscles bulged even more, reaching a ludicrous 300 pounds of pure, unadulterated power. His cock followed suit, stretching out to a mind-boggling 18 cm long and 20 cm thick. And the best part? It was all his, all for him to enjoy.

Vincent watched as the transformation settled, as Adrian's body finally reached its peak. The younger man looked up at him, a smug grin on his face. "How do I look?" he asked, flexing his biceps.

"Like a fucking god," Vincent said, his voice filled with awe. "Now, let's get you some clothes that actually fit."

They rummaged through Vincent's wardrobe, finding a tight tank top and a pair of spandex shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Adrian practically purred as he slipped them on, the fabric clinging to his muscles like a second skin. He looked like he'd just stepped out of a men's health magazine, all bulging biceps and rock-hard abs.

Vincent couldn't resist the urge to run his hands over Adrian's new body, feeling the power beneath the surface. "You look incredible," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

Adrian beamed, his confidence soaring. "Thanks to you," he said, leaning in to kiss Vincent again.

They decided to hit the gym, to see just what kind of workout Adrian's new body could handle. The other guys there couldn't help but stare, their jaws dropping as they watched the two of them lift weights that would have crushed a normal man. But Adrian was anything but normal now. He was a beast, a force to be reckoned with.

And as they worked out, side by side, Vincent couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He'd created this masterpiece, this god of muscle and might. And better yet, Adrian was still under his spell, still eager to please.

Their workout was intense, their muscles straining and flexing as they pushed each other to their limits. And when they were done, they returned to the apartment, sweaty and exhausted. But the night was still young, and Adrian's eyes were filled with a hunger that only Vincent could satisfy.

They ended up on the bed again, their bodies tangled together as they explored the new landscape of muscle and power. It was a slow burn, a dance of dominance and submission that left them both panting and spent.

In the end, it was Adrian who was on top, his massive cock buried deep inside Vincent as he pumped away, their bodies moving as one. "Yes," Vincent moaned, his own cock throbbing in response. "That's it, take me, Adrian."

Adrian did just that, his thrusts growing more powerful with every passing moment. And when Vincent finally came, it was with a shout that echoed through the apartment, his orgasm so intense it felt like his entire body was on fire.

They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies still joined. "Thank you," Adrian murmured, his voice filled with a newfound sense of belonging. "Thank you for giving me this."

Vincent wrapped his arms around Adrian, pulling him closer. "You're welcome," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "But remember, this is just the beginning."

Adrian nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. "What's next?" he asked, his cock already starting to harden again.

Vincent grinned, his mind racing with possibilities. "We'll see," he said, his voice a low growl. "But one thing's for sure, we're going to have a lot of fun together."

And with that, they fell asleep, their bodies entwined, their futures as bright and shiny as the muscles that now adorned them.

[sidneywasfound]

FORCED TO COUPLE THERAPY | Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Pairing; Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summary; The relationship between Charles and you these last few days has been complicated... especially in an intimate part of your relationship. Causing Charles to be in a bad mood all day, so his new teammate forces him to do couples therapy with you and a sexologist.

Warnings; Smut & Fluff,Hair grabbing,unprotected sex,Bad English writing,Talks about sex,Sex therapy,Not being able to have an orgasm,Sex problems,Charles being a jerk at first.

AUTHORS NOTE;It's not my best work, but I'll improve it in the future.

Charles was pounding You from the back,You clinged to the bed,Thinking that maybe that would make You feel something. Charles let out a whine,It really seemed like he was trying."hey...Do you want me to ride you? This happens sometimes and maybe if we change position..." You said turning your head to look at him,He looked upset and exhausted."i'm fine just- shut that precious little mouth,ok?" He said in a passive aggressive manner, making you doubt his tone."i'm sorry...just wanted to help. It's not something that can be hidden you know, I thought maybe... changing position your-" Charles let out a grunt to your statement,suddendly,he stopped and pulled out."Ok, ugh fine let's do the fucking positon." He said with annoyance sitting up,Leaning his back against the headboard of the bed."Don't be mean charles..." You said, grabbing the edge of the headboard and putting your legs on either side of Charles.

You rode him in the best way possible, a very sexy image,Your tits bouncing with every sit,You leaned back and moved your hips back and forth,Charles with his hands on your hips. "And?, You like it?" You said with a labored breath, he hums,his eyes are closed,he looks like he's trying to concentrate to feel any pleasure...and you were surprised when he managed to get an erection...But to be honest, you didn't feel anything either. "we should stop." You said leaving Charles and lying down next to him."What?!,Nono why mon chéri?." You turned around,facing your back to him."We're just tired, let's try again tomorrow." You said sharply,He just sighed and turned over to sleep.

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Ferrari had a kind of virtual call to talk about some things about Hamilton and his adaptation to the team. His anger and bad mood were very noticeable.

//

"Good morning, My name is Sarah and I will be your therapist today".Both were sitting on two armchairs,There was a coffee table and in front of them Sarah was there,siting with a notebook and a pen."Could you two please tell me your names?" You smiled softly,while Charles was upset of being there."My name is Y/n and he's Charles,but i know you already know him" she scoffed."well i do haha,I was surprised a f1 driver like Charles actually have problems in his intimate life." The two of them opened their eyes wide and blushed."W-what? Hehe I thought this was couples therapy"You said smiling nervously "Yes... I help couples in the sexual field, I am a sexologist."She mentally hit her head and Charles gave a small gasp "FRED SENT US TO A SEXOLOGIST?!" Sarah laughed lightly."Yes, I am a support contact at Ferrari, he told me about your problems and I decided to accept."She grabbed the notebook and looked at them."should we start the session?" You nodded but Charles decides to interrumpt,Speaking proudly with his thick accent."In my defense I think they are wrong, we are fine! Our sex life is perfect." Charles said crossing his legs."Well, her face says other thing..." Sarah said, noting your overwhelmed face. Charles just growled angrily and sat up properly.

"Let's start with something simple, tell me, What is the reason You needed my help".You decided to speak when you saw that Charles was pretending that nothing was happening."I can't finish, and Charles can barely get an erection."You said sharply, Charles almost spit out the water from the glass that was on the table." I admire your confidence to Say it." Sarah said writing that down."Now that we have the problem let's start,How often do you have sexual activity?"They both felt the heat on their faces at her explicit questions."How long this will lassst?..."He said, dragging out his words in an annoyed tone.

—"Are you comfortable talking about sex and can you communicate your desires and preferences?"

—"What kind of sexual activities do you engage in?"

—"is some problem in your relationship getting in the way?"

—"do you use birth control? Does it bother you that only you use birth control?"

—"Do you feel emotionally connected during sex?..."

Shit that's it... that resonated on both of them making them raise their heads in surprise.Sarah noticed this and stopped writing down."Ok this is what we will do, some exercises to be able to connect in bed, okay?" Charles and you looked at each other in embarrassment, completely disconnected from each other.

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"Go out to see a movie and enjoy it, and if it happens, it happens, we don't want to force the date into a 'let's do this quickly so we can have sex'

They tried and failed, now they were both lying in bed staring at the ceiling."i liked the movie" You said trying to break the awkward silence."What will happen to our relationship?" Charles said."i don't know..."You said,Putting your head on his chest."i love You"Charles said leaving you surprised."i love You too Charles" You said looking at him and giving him a kiss. It was slow and soft, he had a hand cupping your cheek. Suddenly the kiss turned passionate and wild, the two were now sitting on their knees face to face."i love You i love You" Charles said desperately between kisses."i love You too,fuck i love you" You said grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to you.

Are You guys joking? That was all that they needed? Saying i love You after a freaking date...? and also express their feelings,And go on a date after almost 1 year without going on one,And realize that they actually cared about each other. I guess it worked, because now they were riding Charles, he was immersed in your breasts,You grabbed his hair while he kissed your body."ah..Charles...fuck" You moaned as he kissed your neck while you moved your hips on his lap."

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"Well! The problem is solve! You can now leave with these discharge papers." Sarah said giving them papers to sign."Papers?" You said confused."Yes, I must notify the Ferrari guidance team about this." Sarah said smiling kindly.Charles and you blushed knowing that probably all the Ferrari workers knows about your sex life."haha...Now everyone knows we couldn't have sex."You scoffed nervously."oh don't be naive!,everyone have problems once in their life with sex! Last week Lewis had a session." Charles eyes went wide."oh god...This paper will look bad on Fred's desktop but now I can make fun of Lewis!" He said joking.

[alottiegoingon]

glinda has a crush.

glinda upland x fem!reader

summary: glinda upland is smitten, and she’s making sure the whole world (especially you) knows it, whether you catch on or not. warnings: fluff overload, afab reader, lesbian glinda, glinda being dramatic, harmless meddling, lots of pink, not proofread, nsfw at the very end, MDNI.

glinda is not subtle. when glinda has a crush, the whole of oz could probably figure it out before you do. she’s extra giggly around you, tossing her hair and flashing her most radiant smile whenever you’re in sight.

she has been fighting people that call her "glinda" for her whole life. "it's gah-linda. with a gah". but you could call her belinda and she'd be like "okay, guess that's my name now hehe :D".

lots of "toss toss". when you're around, she performs this move even more flamboyantly, ensuring you notice her. she even practice it in front of a mirror to perfect it all in hopes of impressing you.

her love language is... extravagant. expect surprise deliveries of glittery pink bouquets, handwritten notes sealed with her signature wax stamp, new clothes, and occasionally, enchanted trinkets she insists you “simply must have.”

“oh, wow, that outfit is so scandalocious! no one wears pink like you do!” glinda’s endless flattery toes the line between sweet and over-the-top.

despite her bubbly demeanor, glinda gets a little possessive... she might interrupt your conversations with others by swooping in, linking arms with you, and whisking you away under the guise of “urgent matters.”

elphaba is so done. she immediately catches on to glinda’s feelings and rolls her eyes at every lovestruck sigh or poorly veiled attempt to get your attention. “just tell her already,” she mutters, but glinda insists she’s being subtle.

not even fiyero can get away. he becomes glinda’s reluctant confidant. she quizzes him endlessly. “do you think she noticed my new hairpin? was it obvious when i accidentally brushed her hand?”

glinda occasionally ropes her more impressionable classmates into “spontaneous” group activities that just happen to involve you. picnic by the emerald city fountain? surprise study group? all glinda’s doing.

when you don’t pick up on her hints, glinda cranks up the theatrics. she might “accidentally” trip so you can catch her, dramatically swoon when you compliment her, or claim she needs your advice about “a dear friend who’s in love with someone amazing…”

subtlety? what subtlety? if all else fails, she starts making outrageous claims, like how the stars in the night sky don’t shine as brightly as your eyes. by this point, even munchkins are side-eyeing her obviousness.

very possessive. very jealous. careful, she bites. if she sees you talking to someone she doesn’t quite trust, glinda will immediately try to steal your attention. whether it’s showing up next to you with a loud “oh, darling, there you are!” or tugging you away by the waist with a soft, dramatic "i need you for just a second...", her jealousy is obvious, but she tries to play it off with a sweet, innocent demeanor. It's almost too cute to notice, but not quite.

when she finally confesses, you can expect a dramatic monologue.

glinda’s confession is a whirlwind of dramatic proclamations and heartfelt vulnerability. “dearest, i simply cannot go another day without telling you… you are the brightest star in my sky, the melody in my heart, and the only person who can make me feel like this!”

when you admit you feel the same, glinda’s jaw actually drops even if she had spent weeks trying to make you notice her. she recovers quickly, though, already planning millions of dates.

expect her to immediately start gushing to everyone who’ll listen. “attention, everyone! she said yes! isn’t she just perfect?” meanwhile, you’re trying to hide your face from the attention.

in a relationship, when you catch her being a little too clingy or dramatic after seeing someone else talk to you, glinda will act innocent, flashing you her most dazzling smile while saying, "me? jealous? oh, princess, no. i’m simply making sure you know you’re mine.” she’ll lean in for a kiss as if nothing's wrong, but you can tell she's putting on an act.

if she feels like she’s losing your attention for too long, she might retreat into a little meltdown, just to get you to reassure her. she’ll dramatically sigh and pout, plopping herself next to you on the couch or across the room. “ugh, why do they even talk to you like that? you’re too good for them!” her jealousy is always a bit over the top, but the underlying sentiment is clear: she wants all your love, and she wants it now.

expect your individuality to be gone when you become her girlfriend. you could be in a party and someone offered you pizza and glinda would wrap her arm around your waist, pull you close and say "oh, we would love it, don't we, my dear?"

personal space? there's no such a thing when glinda is your girlfriend, please! physical touch is a must. kissing, hugging, biting your cheeks or ears affectionately (or more), holding hands anywhere and any time, rubbing your back or your knee when sitting next to each other, you name it.

NSFW (MDNI)!!!

a very soft top!!!

glinda throws herself into everything with gusto, and intimacy is no exception. she treats every moment as though it’s a grand performance, designed to leave you utterly breathless.

glinda loves to talk during intimate moments. she’s shamelessly loud, peppering the air with compliments, exclamations of delight, and plenty of your name. it’s never quiet with her, not that you’d want it to be.

she talks you through it and she isn't shy about it. she likes giving orders and watching you fall apart when following religiously every word she says.

she’ll tease you mercilessly, grinning as she whispers things like, “oh, darling, you’ll have to beg if you want more. i couldn't quite hear you.”

while glinda radiates self-assurance, there’s also an adorable side of her that craves reassurance and exploration. “do you like it when i do this?” she’ll ask, watching your every reaction like her life depends on it.

if you wear glasses, she would love to keep it during sex. "let's put that back in," she says, while gracefully on top of you.

during your first time, she'd be so gentle and attentive to how you'd react to every touch of hers. you feel like passing out when she runs her fingers through your soaked folds so patiently just to see your face contorting in pleasure.

"oh, there it is," she says softly, with that adorable smile feigning innocence, when you trembled at the pad of her thumb touching your clit.

sometimes, when you are in your shared dorm after class, tired and sitting on your bed, you decide to read a book. it takes glinda nothing more than 5 seconds to get bored and impatient and climb onto the bed, crawling to you to spread your legs open and sit in between them. you'd complain and say you were reading and she'd go like "of course. keep doing that, darling, i'm not stopping you," before having her face buried in your pretty pussy.

glinda loves trailing her lips along your neck, often leaving faint marks she calls “little declarations of my adoration.” the hollow of your collarbone is her second favorite spot, especially if you’re wearing something that exposes it. you can't blame her, she likes showing you off!

she finds kissing your thighs endlessly fascinating, claiming it’s the “perfect way to worship you.” expect slow, lingering kisses here, especially when she’s feeling extra romantic (or very horny).

there’s something incredibly intimate about the way she kisses your fingertips and palms, sometimes intertwining your fingers with hers as she gazes at you like you’re the only person in existence.

tell her how beautiful she is, how good she’s making you feel, or how much you want her, and she’ll melt into a puddle of happiness. her confidence skyrockets when you’re vocal about your admiration.

glinda adores the little things. running her hands over every curve of your body, memorizing your favorite spots, and taking her time to make sure you feel completely adored.

post-intimacy, glinda becomes the clingiest cuddle bug ever. she insists on holding you close, peppering you with soft kisses, and telling you (loudly) just how much she adores you. if you let go of her to go get some water, she'll get very upset. do you even love her? do you hate her now? how dare you to abandon her for... 10 seconds?

[charlesslut16]

-getting a puppy for christmas-

summary : you and arthur are becoming puppy parents...

PAIRINGS : arthur leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : I hope that you like this and i thought about this idea as i saw the photo of arthur and leo! ❄️🐕‍🦺

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The crisp December air nipped at your cheeks as you and Arthur Leclerc stood in front of the animal shelter, both of you trying to contain your excitement.

The holidays were already magical, but today, something extra special was about to happen. After months of discussions, preparations, and endless puppy pictures, today was the day you were finally picking up your new furry family member.

Arthur squeezed your hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can’t believe it’s finally happening," he said, glancing over at you with a smile that couldn’t be contained. "We’re going to be dog parents."

You laughed softly, squeezing his hand back. "I know! I’ve been looking forward to this for so long. I hope he’s as cute as the pictures."

"Oh, he will be," Arthur replied confidently, his voice warm and excited. "And we’re going to spoil him rotten. Are you ready for the puppy life?"

You could feel the excitement building in your chest. "I think I’ve been ready for this my whole life."

The door to the shelter opened, and the woman who had been helping you both came out, holding a small, squirming bundle in her arms. A wave of excitement and joy washed over you as you caught your first glimpse of him.

"Meet Finn," she said with a smile, handing you the small, floppy-eared puppy. His fur was a soft mix of light brown and white, his big, brown eyes full of curiosity. The moment his paws touched your arms, you could feel your heart melt. He was perfect.

Arthur crouched beside you, his eyes wide with adoration. "Finn, huh? He’s perfect."

You smiled, stroking the puppy’s soft fur as Finn squirmed in your arms, his tiny tail wagging furiously. He was already making himself at home, licking your fingers in pure excitement. "He’s going to be our little bundle of chaos," you said, laughing softly as he tried to nibble on your sleeve.

"Well," Arthur grinned, "chaos is what we signed up for, right?" He stood up and gently took Finn from your arms, cradling the puppy in his hands. "This little guy is going to have the best Christmas ever."

"I agree," you replied, following him to the car. "I can already tell we’re going to be the best dog parents."

Finn's eyes seemed to light up with excitement as he settled in Arthur's lap for the car ride, his little body barely big enough to sit up straight. Every now and then, he let out a tiny bark, as if expressing his excitement for what was to come.

The air inside the car was warm and cozy, and you couldn't help but smile as you watched Arthur gently stroke Finn’s fur, a soft laugh escaping his lips every time the puppy tried to climb up his chest.

When you finally arrived home, you rushed to open the door, eager to show Finn his new space. Arthur followed closely behind, carrying the little puppy in his arms, and together, you brought him inside.

The living room was decorated with a cozy Christmas tree, the lights twinkling softly in the dim room. The scent of pine and cinnamon lingered in the air, making everything feel even more festive.

"Welcome home, Finn," you whispered, setting down a small bed by the Christmas tree where the puppy could curl up. "This is your new home."

Arthur set Finn down on the floor, and the puppy immediately began to explore, sniffing around the tree and inspecting every corner of the room. He was so tiny, but his energy was already evident as he tried to paw at the low-hanging ornaments on the tree.

"Think we’re going to need to puppy-proof the tree?" Arthur asked with a chuckle, watching Finn make his way over to the sparkling lights.

"Definitely," you agreed with a laugh, crouching down to join him. "But that’s all part of the fun, right?"

The next few hours were filled with laughter and excitement as you and Arthur watched Finn explore every inch of your living room, discovering toys and treats that had been thoughtfully prepared for him.

It was chaos—Finn knocking over a small plant here, chewing on a shoe there—but it was the good kind of chaos. The kind that made your home feel full and alive in a way it hadn’t before.

As the evening wore on, the two of you sat on the couch, Finn nestled between you both, his little body curled up against your side. The lights of the Christmas tree twinkled softly in the background, and the warmth of the room made everything feel peaceful.

Arthur reached over to squeeze your hand, his voice soft. "This feels right, doesn’t it? It’s like everything is coming together."

You looked at him, your heart full. "It does feel right. I’m so glad we’re doing this together."

Arthur smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "This Christmas is going to be special. I can already tell."

Just as you were about to respond, you noticed Finn’s little eyes fluttering closed. His tiny body was curled up on the blanket, and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him drift into a peaceful sleep. There was something so serene about the sight—something that made everything feel like it was exactly where it was supposed to be.

"You’re right," you whispered, resting your head on Arthur’s shoulder. "This is perfect. Best Christmas ever."

Later that night, after dinner and more playtime with Finn, you both tucked him into his little bed by the tree, wrapping him up in a soft blanket.

The house was quiet now, save for the crackling of the fireplace and the occasional soft whimper from Finn as he adjusted himself in his bed.

Arthur walked over to the tree, reaching for a small box that you hadn’t noticed before. "I thought we could end the night with something special for Finn," he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, smiling at him. "What’s this?"

Arthur handed you the small box, and you opened it to reveal a tiny collar with a gold tag that read “Finn – The Leclercs.” You smiled, feeling your heart swell with emotion.

"Well," Arthur grinned, "he’s officially part of the family now."

You gently placed the collar around Finn’s neck, the puppy’s eyes lighting up as he squirmed around, trying to nibble on the tag. "Welcome to the family, Finn," you whispered, your voice full of affection. "We’re going to take care of you, no matter what."

As you looked up at Arthur, he gave you a soft, loving smile. "I’m so glad we did this."

"Me too," you whispered back, leaning in to kiss him. "This Christmas has been perfect."

And as you sat together by the tree, with Finn snoozing peacefully in his bed, you realized that this was just the beginning of something beautiful. A new chapter.

A new family. A new adventure together. And in that moment, you knew that you and Arthur, along with Finn, would make the perfect team, growing together one day at a time.

[starshakez]

Seven years ♡ - ⭐🥤

Today is our seven year anniversary! I still can't believe how far we've come together. I wanted to write something special for it. Happy starshake anniversary! ♡

2 a.m. The house was quiet. Not just quiet, it was eerily still as if the world had come to a pause, and Shake didn’t like it. Silence gave him too much space to think. Normally, he'd fill the void with obnoxious rants or whatever else he could find in that moment, but tonight, he sat still with the silence and his thoughts, trying not to get lost in them.

He slouched on the couch, his straw tilted at a lazy angle, and for once, he looked uncertain as if something was repeating on his mind. The TV flickered dimly, but it wasn’t doing anything to distract his mind racing full of the same unfamiliar thoughts. His gaze kept drifting to the floor, where his girlfriend, Star, was curled up under her usual blanket and pillows, peacefully asleep. At this moment, he felt.. different. Uncertain in a way he couldn’t place, and it scared him more than he’d ever admit.

Shake hesitated, unsure whether to disturb her. Finally, he whispered, just to see if she was awake.

“..Babe?”

She didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure if he should press it, but the words slipped out before he could stop them. So he repeated, a little louder this time.

Star yawned softly, her head lifting slightly. Her hair was messy, her green eyes half-open, but she still gave him that sleepy, loving smile that made his chest feel tight. “What’s up, Shake? It’s late..”

“I know it’s late! You think I don’t know that? I’m the one sitting here, wide awake…” He trailed off, his words faltering as he realized how ridiculous he sounded. “...I was just.. thinking...”

Her smile softened as she sat up to face him, her voice still gentle despite the sleepiness in her tone. “About what?”

Shake hesitated, the words sticking in his throat. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing, he never had been. But he’d promised himself, and silently promised Star from the day they started dating that he’d try. For her.

“...Seven years,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper. His voice felt more vulnerable than ever. “That’s.. a long time, you know?”

Star let out a soft yawn, rubbing her eyes. Despite being half-asleep, she still spoke with the same love and patience that he always relied on. “..Yeah, it is.”

He stayed silent for a moment, as if he was mentally fighting the building thoughts and feelings in his mind. “I mean, look at me. I’m not exactly... easy. And yet, you still stay.” His voice dropped to a whisper, like he was afraid of saying the words out loud. “…Why?”

Star yawned softly, her hand gently pushing her hair from her face as she sat up. She met his gaze, her eyes warm and full of affection. “I love you, Shake,” she said quietly, her voice soft. “... I love you, more than anything.”

He froze, his yellow eyes widening in disbelief as if he was hearing the familiar words for the first time. “Yeah, but like... I’m not exactly some romantic genius, you know? Even though that whole, crazy romantic date I took you on was, like, next level...”

Star’s smile grew even softer as she looked at him. “It was amazing, Shake,” she said, her words filled with quiet sincerity. There was no teasing, no mockery.. just the pure love she always had for him.

He blinked at her, then looked away awkwardly, his straw tilting to one side again. “See? Exactly. But.. I’m not that guy all the time, you know? I’m... kind of a mess. And yet, you don’t seem to care.”

“I don’t need you to be perfect, Shake. I just need you to be you.”

Her words caught him off guard, and he quickly looked away, his straw tilting slightly, his expression showing a rare quiet vulnerability "... I don’t get it," he mumbled, trying to brush it off, but his voice softened. "How do you... love me? I’m a mess." He chuckled, but it was more awkward than confident. "I act like I know what I’m doing, but, uh... I really don’t.."

He sighed, his words slow and deliberate, as if each one were fragile, carefully chosen. A rare, uncharacteristic moment for Shake. It was like he was doing everything to hold onto this moment. Hold onto her.

"When I’m with you... I don’t have to be anything else. You make me feel like... maybe I’m not as messed up as I think. ... I love you. A lot. More than anything."

Star reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his hand. “I know, Shake. I’ve always known.. you try, and that's all that matters.. I love you too”

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. Instead, he let her hand gently rest on his, the warmth of it softening the feeling in his chest. “Seven years, huh?” he said quietly. “..Guess I must be doing something right.”

Star smiled softly, her expression still carrying the same love for Shake it always did, as she rested back against the pillows. “You’re doing a lot right, babe. And I’d do it all over again... I’d do this forever with you.”

And for once, Shake didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. In that quiet moment, something relaxed in his chest. It wasn’t pure peace, exactly. It was still him, still a little bit of a mess. But for the first time, he wasn’t fighting to be more than he was. He wasn’t trying to prove anything. With Star, he didn’t have to be anyone else.

And maybe, that was enough.

And maybe, he had always been enough for her.

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[d3athmaskd1v1n3]

"Before it all ends, let us end it ourselves"

Yandere TwoFace x Reader

⁽ᶜᵂ: ˢᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ, ⁱⁿᵛᵃˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵖʳⁱᵛᵃᶜʸ, ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ,ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ. ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁱˢ ˢᵘˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵀʷᵒ⁻ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵈʳᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ˢʰⁱᵗ⁾

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ: ᴬⁱˢʰⁱᵗᵉ ⁱᵗᵃ ⁿᵒ ⁿⁱ ᵇʸ ᴹᴬᴿᴱᵀᵁ

Neither Harvey or Two-Face liked sharing, even amongst themselves. One side was always worried about the other fucking things up.

Harvey is worried that Two-Face's violent tendencies and unpredictable nature will drive you away from him. He knows every time that coin lands scarred side up, he risks losing you. How far is too far for you? He doesn't want to find out.

Two-Face hates how Harvey is stealing all your affections, diverting your attention. Harvey is kinder, more noble... but you cannot separate Harvey from Two-Face. Inevitably, you'll look for that kindness elsewhere, leaving them both alone.

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"You still love us, right?"

That question is usually met with a quick and confident "yes" but recently your reassurances have seemed more tired...

Less sincere...

While Harvey tried telling himself that nothing was wrong, Two-Face was quick to jump to conclusions.

So one winter's night, while you slept in your bed, the pale moonlight streaming in through the window and covering you in its glow, he snuck into your room and quietly grabbed your phone off the nightstand.

He then went into the hallway, going through every part of your phone, looking for incriminating evidence...

Photos, social media, private messages...

Nothing.

He sighs, going back into the bedroom (still being as quiet as humanly possible) and putting the phone back exactly where it was before.

"Why would you even think they'd betray us like that? Why would you think they'd be so heartless?" Harvey mutters.

"Why else would they be so distant? Something's off. I just know it." Two-Face replies, his voice just as hushed but much more gravelly and harsh.

"Forget it. It's late, and we'll only get more paranoid if we stay up all night worrying about it."

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Nothing has gotten better. Anxiety and distrust gnaws at them from the inside as you continue to act strangely around them. Harvey keeps clinging to hope, praying that he's right. Maybe you're just stressed.

He really hopes your love for him hasn't died and withered away so quickly.

It's been so perfect. Your love has been the kind of love people see on TV, or in the movies. Two-Face felt it was too perfect for him, that he was undeserving, yet despite his fears that you only held affection for Harvey, you showed love for him as well.

When they returned home after a long day, you were there. When they'd get caught and sent to Arkham, you'd visit and send letters. When they break out, you'd be waiting for them, helping them lay low for a while. One time you spent a week or so in a safehouse, avoiding the police. Harvey felt incredibly guilty for dragging you into this mess, but you never seemed to despair. You even joked that staying inside with him was like playing house. A twisted game of house, sure, but it was cute how you kept your spirits up.

You loved both halves. Both halves of your beautiful, yet flawed darling. That's what makes them dread the thought of your adoration going to some unworthy third party.

No matter how many times Harvey tries to shake the thought of that happening, it keeps popping back up.

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They mourn your love. Your love is dead.

They found a second phone hidden away in a drawer. A second fucking phone. Two-Face could have laughed if he wasn't so pissed. It just seemed so ridiculous, but it was there the whole time, right under his nose!

He waited for you to come home, barely containing the hurt and feelings of betrayal inside him.

"Even though I loved you..." He thought to himself.

"I'll still treat you like the traitor you are."

While Two-Face was filled with rage, Harvey felt as if he had fallen right into the pits of despair. It was a familiar feeling, but still a terrible one, like all the sadness was clawing its way out of his throat.

They heard the doorknob turn as they mentally prepared themselves for whatever it was they were going to do next...

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Neither of them even recalled flipping the coin. It was all a blur.

All they know is that they're now cradling your body as it loses its warmth. That awful feeling was still clawing at their throat as they tried not to weep.

It was horribly silent. They could hear their heart beating in their chest, a drum keeping time for a dirge dedicated to the lover they've just slaughtered.

(Author's note: I pray that wasn't too fucked up! I wanted to write a fic inspired by a song, so here we are. I mentioned this fic to my mutual @yandere-wishes. I hope they like this one despite the fucked up ending. I also apologize for the less linear, more abstract format. I didn't know how to put this one together in a way that is whole.)

[theallyandhisbeast]

You know what.

We have seen how nonchalant everyone in the firefam was about the break up, no? Like it's something that always happens (which, to be fair, buck always breaks up with his partners after a period that goes to 6-10 months). I'm not even thinking it's the wrong attitude. I mean, for them, they must think "we are gonna treat this break up just like his other ones, just cause Tommy is a dude there should be no difference".

(this without counting on the fact that Tommy was friends with everyone. But apparently the writers didn't so. I'm not gonna talk about that stupidity here rn)

Only. They don't get that it is different this time. And Buck, bless him, won't realize until someone spells it out to him without knowing.

What I'm thinking over is the whole Josh speech. Taking aside the glee of it all, when Josh asks Buck if he thinks he loves Tommy, Buck's reply is immediately like "whoa let's not go that far" but with every question Josh asks he's like "well...". Problem is, I don't think Buck realised he loves Tommy. What he takes from the convo is what goes down in his terrible speech to Tommy in the break up scene, and the way he was wording things is probably one of the reasons why Tommy felt the need to bolt like he did.

So Buck did know he wanted more from Tommy, but he's still nebulous on the why. He says he's comfortable with him, that he wants him to move in together, mentions marriage yes, but he still doesn't tell Tommy he loves him. If he knew he loved him, wouldn't it be logical for him to precede the speech with that? But he doesn't. So we must take from that is Buck hasn't realised the depth of his feelings for Tommy.

And this brings me to another point I want to make. Maddie is present for the entirety of Buck's conversation with Josh. So she knows how Buck dodged the "you love him" question and she knows he needed to be coached into seeing the situation from Tommy's perspective. And what does she take from it, after the break up? Buck probably wasn't in love with Tommy, so he's going to bounce back easily. And she probably shared this with Chim, who probably also told the 118 fam cause... He's Chim come on lmao

So we are at the situation where everyone thinks Buck isn't actually in love with Tommy so this is just temporary! Except Buck goes crazy into baking. Still tho everyone this is just one of Buck's quirks that will eventually die out.

Buck is also not clear on his feelings for Tommy! Because baking takes the need to call Tommy off his mind, which probably also means he's not doing any type of meaningful introspection about why this break up is leaving him so off.

This could be all a beautiful set up for Buck to actually realise he's in love already and needs to fight for the relationship, but at this point I'm not exactly confident the writers will handle this well so...

What I would love so much is someone, maybe Maddie since she's the one who was present at the Josh scene, to question Buck on why he's still hung up on Tommy months after the break up saying something on the lines of "you didn't even love him, I don't understand why you are still so hung up on him!" And Buck snapping right at that moment, fed up with all the meddling of his family about not contacting Tommy, without even thinking twice says "But I do love him, Maddie! I fucking love him and you all told me for months to let it go!"

And that's how Buck realises he's in love with Tommy and he goes to fight to get his man back 😌 in a perfect world we'd get this on our screen am I right

[stargazedwinchester]

Last Night's Mascara ♡ Dean

Summary: You lose your boyfriend, Dean, to a demonic possession that has replaced his soul.

Word Count: 1,433

Warnings: Physical abuse, some counts of swearing

If that's not something you want to read, please keep scrolling!

This one took a little longer, I had just under 2 weeks off of work and enjoyed it a bit too much and I procrastinated a bit too much, therefore I'm posting this late bc I wanted to stay on schedule xoxox

Inspo by last night's mascara - Griff

Sunday morning. You lay your head on your pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Thirteen nights you had slept alone.

Thirteen nights without Dean.

Thirteen nights you had prayed to God by your bedside, begging him to bring Dean back. Nothing worked.

You force yourself up and out of bed, padding down toward the bathroom. Flicking the light on, you glance at yourself in the mirror whilst reaching over to turn the shower on. You peel off your pyjamas, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. While the shower was warming up, you squeeze some toothpaste onto your toothbrush and brush your teeth. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you notice your usually bright, youthful features are now dull and lifeless.

Dean was your happiness. His silly, guileless demeanour was what made him your perfect match. You had faced challenges together before and believed you could overcome this one, too.

How naïve you were!

Spitting the toothpaste out, you rinse your mouth out and run the water so the remnants go down the drain. You turn the tap off and hop into the shower.

“You’re never around anymore, Dean! How do you think that makes me feel?” You spat, an amused look forms on his face. He runs his hand through his gelled hair, looking at you with dead eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck you find funny-”

“Don’t speak to me like that.” He hushes, and your eyebrows furrow in rage. “Don’t speak to you like that? Like what? Like I don’t want to try and sort things out between us? Like none of this actually matters?” you row, throwing your hands up in defeat. Dean sighs. Every second he wasted not talking to you made you more irate. At this point, you assumed it would be impossible to feel this upset with the man you’re supposed to love.

You knew Dean hadn’t been right within himself for quite a while; he had been out a lot more, belligerent in helping you and his brother on hunts, coming across way less affectionate than usual. This left you bewildered and lost. It wasn’t like Dean to be so… cold. He abandoned everything he loved for… nothing. You always felt like it wasn’t completely his fault, but seeing the way he is, it’s hard to think otherwise.

“Talk to me, Dean! Say fucking something!” You walk toward him, who’s facing away from you. Confidence runs through your blood as you stride across the cold floorboards. “Please, Dean,” you exasperate, your throat closing in. You place your hand on his shoulder. He aggressively shoves your hand off, he twists around and fires you across the room. You yelp as your back whips around the bottom of the metal staircase. You’re winded, but that didn’t stop you from getting right back up. “I told you,” Dean snaps, keeping his stalwart, defunct stare on you. He takes a deep breath.

“I told you,” he repeats. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that.” He raises his voice, booming across the bunker. It feels like the walls vibrated with fear. You storm up to him and he pushes you away, knocking you back onto the floor. “I don’t love you!” He bellows, and you scurry toward the closest wall to stick yourself too. You’re terrified, terrified of what Dean is capable of doing. You’re frozen in place watching him bluster toward you.

He pulls you up so you’re practically glued to the wall behind you, your glare never left his as his pupils dilate. The perfect shade of green that once resides was no longer there.

“I don’t fucking love you, Y/N. I never have. The fact that you feel like you have to try and fix everything? It doesn’t work. It’ll never work. You will never, ever find someone that’ll love you. Purely and effortlessly. This,” he pauses and motions between you both. “This was nothing but for show. You’re a beautiful girl, but I fucking hate you. Quite frankly, you’re worthless. Pathetic.” He smiles intentionally, and those words puncture at your heart like a million shards of glass. You’re unsure of what to do as his awfully strong grasp lets go of you. Your feet touch the ground and you’re still staring at him. He presses his lips together and clenches his jaw.

“Get out of my face.” He brushes you off, turning away from you. Dean pauses. He turns and slaps you across the face. You inhale sharply, your bottom lip wobbling but holding in tears. Even though you’re hurting right now, your body and heart have a rush of adrenaline. As Dean turns away, you force him to turn back around to you. You punch him in the cheekbone, causing him to stagger. He attempts to alter himself and reach for you, but you shove him backwards. “Don’t you fucking DARE do that again, Winchester! Who the fuck do you think you are?!” you scream, and he just looks at you. He looks at you as if you’re crazy. “Put your fucking hands on me again and watch what happens, you stupid bastard! Get the fuck out of here! Now!” You shriek, now your voice echoes throughout the bunker. Dean looks surprised as he steps away from you. That same, sinister smirk appears on his face again as he walks toward the stairway.

“I’m not done with you.” He voices just above a whisper. He leaves the bunker and you in silence. You take a shaky breath as you evaluate what has just happened.

Tears roll down your face. A weird comfort from the light, but scorching taps from the waterfall cascading down your back. The water trickles down the drain, mocking you by telling you that you can wash your worries away. A bubble arises in your throat that you can’t control. Your bottled up emotions have finally decided to spill out. You let out a sob, your hands reaching up to your mouth. You don’t want Sam to hear you. Your whole body shakes. You turn around and face the water, letting it fall down your face, hoping that it drowns out the sound of your cries. Desperate and vulnerable cries.

As you step out of the shower, you reach for a towel to wrap around yourself and walk out the door. You make your way to your bedroom and get dressed.

The bright Texan sun beams down, and you pull your sunglasses down over your eyes. You have finally arrived at the church, 46 miles out from the bunker. Despite deserted roads, the entire trip still took almost two hours. Walking down the broken cobblestone path, you push the wooden door open. It squeaks weakly as you step inside onto the floorboards.

There’s no one here, and the door slams behind you. You flinch. You walk toward the altar that’s standing in the centre of the church. Warm colors from the stained glass windows behind the altar reflect onto the rickety floorboards, showing images of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. You kneel down in front of the altar, fixating on the floor. For days, you prayed for the return of the old Dean. You’re stuck on what to say, so you sit for a minute. You assumed Cas would be able to hear your prayers every night, but it felt as if no one could help you. Cas was MIA and Sam’s out of town. You’re completely and utterly alone.

You concentrate as you pray to the shrine in front of you.

“God, if you can hear me, I pray for your divine intervention. To free Dean from the demon’s control and bring back the man we all miss dearly. Please bring my Dean home. I’m begging for something, anything. Please. Amen.”

You sit there for a little while, hoping that the message had actually been heard. You reminisce on how you and Dean used to be, how joyous life felt before he decided to practically give his own life away for the Mark of Cain. You take a deep breath before standing up. You turn around and you’re met with a tall man in a beige trench coat.

“I heard your prayer, Y/N.” He says, gazing down at you with care. Your eyes meet Cas’ and you can’t help but burst into tears. He pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you attentively and he allows you to feel every emotion you’ve needed to let out. You feel very grateful for Cas’s help, even if it is as minimal as a hug. God knows you've needed it.

[biteofcherry]

hello! advanced happy new year to you! 🎉 for the new year's eve babe lottery may I have one (1) Mr. Ari Levinson, please? thank you so much I hope you have a nice home celebration and a fruitful year ahead! 🩷

[@still-scribblin - don't mind me! just tagging my writing sideblog hehe]

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That's it. You were going to do it. Totally.

You gulped down the flute of sparkling wine then promptly refilled it.

Usually, you weren't one to be looking for stress regulation through booze, but you needed to knock down your reservations. Or at least lower your stiff guard.

You had so many hopes and unsaid little resolutions for the new year. One of them was about throwing yourself in the deep when it came to relationships.

You decided not only to try out dating apps, but just to give chances to experiences. Even if said experience was only one awful date, or a forgettable one night stand. You wanted to feel and to get yourself out of the comfort zone.

And what better way to start than on New Year's Eve?

A kiss at midnight would be the perfect beginning.

Ari Levinson would be the perfect man to do it with, too.

He was a friend of a friend, with whom you occasionally got to talk to if said friend invited you both to the same gathering. As they did for the New Year's Eve party.

You didn't have a crush on Ari, but you liked him. He was definitely very easy on the eyes and if the kiss led to something more, you wouldn't regret it a bit.

Downing another glass of wine, you took a deep breath and made your way toward the front where people were already taking their places along the row of windows to watch the fireworks burst in the sky when midnight struck.

Purposely, you sneaked into a spot beside Ari. He glanced down at you, flashing you that panty melting smile.

You beamed up at him, then returned your gaze to the display outside the window.

People were counting down aloud. You felt your heart hammering faster and harder. Just a few more seconds.

As they screamed "Happy New Year!" you turned on your heel. Before you allowed any logic to stop you from doing it, you grabbed the collar of Ari's shirt and pulled down, going on your tiptoes at the same time.

You crushed your lips into his, feeling the graze of his beard against your chin.

At first he stiffened against you, undoubtedly surprised. Then one of his arms weaved around you, a strong, confident grip that held you pressed to his front. His other hand cupped the back of your head and held you in place as he deepened the kiss.

It wasn't just a spontaneous midnight kiss from which two strangers could pull away laughing.

He made you moan into his mouth and melt into the unexpected possessive demand.

You were sure Ari was a great kisser, but to be honest you always imagined him as someone more playful and sensual in the way he kissed.

When he finally pulled back, after getting a fill of your taste, you let out a soft "Oh," to which he responded with a low, deep chuckle.

"Happy New Year." He murmured, though there was something different about his voice. "May I know with whom I'm starting it?"

Your eyes flew open at the teasing, yet soft comment. It instantly became obvious why Ari's voice sounded off.

Because it wasn't Ari.

It took you a few seconds of staring at the handsome face. He had a beard, just like Ari, though trimmed in a more elegant way. His dark hair was cut much shorter than Ari's, but they looked invitingly soft.

With dread and embarrassment, you recognized your friend's boss. Andy Barber.

[rodolfoparras]

due to again retail busy and I forgot how dumb and infuriating people can be and I have a fucking short fuse of an anger— have this before the smut for build up sugar cube :) again, merry Christmas to everyone here, I hope y'all are having a much better day, just wanna know how actually I'm proud to see the anons here saying great things they have achieved, including you Alec because moving into a new house especially where you feel like now you don't have to restrain from anything is a great feeling I can understand and I hope your staying safe out there (quite literally)

It started off as a joke. Really.

You stayed behind with some rookies after training them, a lot of them have questions from diet advice or their perks and Price was there due to needing to ask you for that report you were meant to write on his last mission.

Sure, kids are young, they'll let their mouth fly pass like a damn wind. Price understands that, but—

"Colonel, look at this reel, it's so funny." It was a video of a hairy male who at first mouthing lyrics to a rather ludicrous song about nasty acts, to when it suddenly transitioned to him wearing a bra that somehow perfectly cups his chest to look like a woman's.

The other, more sensible recruit of course elbowed his friend for showing this kind of thing to you, their superior— but Price didn't miss that subtle smirk you had and once glance towards him and his chest. To which that leads to here. Price still checking himself up in front of the mirror, after that day he impulsively bought a pair of blue sets of panties and bralette.

Insecurities makes him feel funny in this, even humiliated— sure, he could have read the room wrong, and god knows where'd his career he if it's true but... this could be a perfect chance for him to gain your attention, not as superior to subordinate, but with lust. He had fantasized too much on how your rough hands would feel like, that's for sure.

Price puts on his military suit again, the feeling of cotton material rubs against the thin lacy undergarments just puts a reminder on what he's doing— he needs to play his card right and maybe... *he'll get more than he bargaining.*

With that, Price knocks on the door of your office, taking a deep breath before straightening himself. In the back of his mind, doubts and doubts flood in— but the feeling of silk rubbing against his chest and the fullness of the plug nestled between his ass is enough to make him stay put and stand tall.

A low grumble was heard before the door swung open. You were there behind him, in your military suit as usual, looking down at him with an expectant look "Price, what is it?" You asked.

Price takes a gulp at the sight of you then, fuck he wants you. "Colonel, can I talk to you in private?" You nodded at that, letting him in and you closes the door behind him. "What is it?"

"Can you lock the door? Make sure no one's around?"

'I guess it's that confidential of a detail for a mission.' Is what you thought as you take a glance around before locking the door, hearing something shuffling and rustling behind you. "Price, is something the matter—" You didn't even get to finish your sentence as you were met with a sight of Price hurriedly stop undressing his military suit, revealing a skimpy lace bralette underneath, chest hair protrudes the cloth.

"I— was gonna say don't turn around.. yet."

Jesus Christ. You didn't know how long you were standing there, Price's hand still frozen by his belt before he looked down to see a dark stain in front of your straining bulge that look like it hurt. Oh. Did you just came, by just looking at him like this? He didn't know it'd work this well, or is it because it's him?

"Colonel?" "Ye— fuck, yeah?"

"Don't you wanna have a closer look?"

Let's just say, his confidence went racking up ever since that day and how others notice how often Price came by your office, often coming out with a satisfied look, and a limping legs.

Perhaps a hint of lace if you squint your eyes at the opened button on his chest.

🪂

AWOOOOOO AWEOOOOO AWEOOOO WEEPOOOOO IM GOONG YO LISE MU MIND IM GOING TO OOSE MY DAMN MIND LET ME ON LET ME IN LET MEN I RN

[deadhands69]

Three Words

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader 

Fluff ☁️ From the First Five ask game  I'm so happy I get to start the year with Shigaraki! Requested by @shigarakislaughter, thanks Kisa!

Tomura Shigaraki wants to say he loves you, he really does. But every time he opens his mouth, everything in him freezes and the words won't come out. 

To you, it's a silly little quirk your boyfriend has. Every time you do something sweet or nice for him, he opens his mouth before suddenly closing it and biting his lip while staring at you. It's cute.

To him, it's confusing and frustrating. It's just three words. What’s wrong with him?

Love is a new feeling for Tomura. Initially, he thought he was getting sick. Feeling warm. Butterflies in his stomach. Has to be a bug. But when it didn't pass after a week, he became concerned. Hours of Googling later, he comes to the conclusion that he does, in fact, love you. It feels right. 

He's never been one to shy away from saying how he feels, but this time’s different. What if you don't feel the same? What if you feel so far from the same that you reconsider why you've even been spending time with him at all? 

He can't bear the thought of that, but he also can't continue to keep this to himself. He needs you to know how he feels. 

Maybe it's just a matter of finding the right time.

So, he began spending more time with you. Every spare moment he had, he’s been trying to spend around you in some way or another. Meetings. Walks. Late nights playing video games. Perfect moments came and went: still he couldn't say it. 

Maybe there's another way to show how he feels. Again, he Googles it.

He began doing (more) nice things for you. Bringing you warm drinks in bed when you wake up. Rubbing your shoulders to help you relax at the end of the day. 

He left enough tiny gifts outside of your door that he was beginning to feel like a cat. Candies you said you like. Cool looking rocks and sticks. Little trinkets that remind him of you. When he writes the notes to attach to each of them, he wishes he could write more. He feels so pathetic. He can't even bring himself to write "i love you" without his hand shaking so hard the whole page is illegible. So, “from Tomura” it is. (Once he managed to draw a heart, but it looked more like a squashed strawberry. When you asked what it was, he simply agreed with your assumption - terrified to admit how badly he botched something so simple.)

Now, you're sitting on your bed together. It's well past two am. You're showing him a project you've been working on, it's finally starting to come together.

“You’re so cool,” he mumbles, tipping his chin down so his hair falls over his face.

“Thanks,” you speak with more confidence than he could ever imagine himself having in a moment like this. “You’ve been so sweet lately. Almost too sweet,” you eye him in mock suspicion. “What’s going on?”

The blush dusting his cheeks deepens. Once more, his mouth opens but the words don’t come. His discomfort feels like it could last forever, how hard should it be? It’s just three short words. Finally, he gives in. Turning his head from you and looking away.   

“Oh,” you whisper, “I see.”

Your hands find his jaw. Cupping his face, lightly moving him to look at you again.

“I love you too.” 

He smiles; you get it.

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[whateverisbeautiful]

What is something that you feel like the show didn't talk about or explain more on in TOWL and or TWD about Richonnes relationship or friendship?? I thought in TOWL Michonne would have asked what happened to Rick that left him injured on the bridge. Can u rank the TOWL episodes in your opinion about which one is the best and not as good? Can u also rank each episode 1-10 and give a reason why u gave it that number? Merry Christmas and I u have a wonderful new year 🥰🤩

Thank you! I hope it’s been a great holiday season for you as well. I think I’ll always remember 2024 as the Year of Richonne because we got to witness their beautiful return in TOWL and I got to revel in them all year with you all which I’ve really appreciated.

For the 1st question - I think in TWD it would’ve been impactful to have seen Richonne’s first discussion about Andre. They did subtly reference Andre once in season 8, but I think showing how that initial discussion about him went would just add even more insight into how Michonne and Rick connect, understand, and confide in each other. For TOWL, that would be interesting to have seen them share their side of what happened on the day Rick disappeared.

A TOWL episode ranking feels like the perfect thing to share on the last day of 2024. 😊 I wrote out my list from lowest to highest below. Happy New Year to everyone & thanks for reveling with me over here! 🥂💗:

TOWL Episode Ranking

#6: Episode 5 (7/10)

This one is in 6th place mainly because I felt the cuts to Jadis and Father Gabriel weren’t the most engaging and took up more time than it needed and I wasn’t really feeling the one-dimensional sibling trio. However, when it comes to the Richonne content in this episode, I absolutely loved their scenes together. 🤩 That souvenir shop scene and the lovely proposal were some of my favorite moments from the series.

#5: Episode 6 (7/10)

The Grimes family reunion was gold and so was the episode's opener. Plus, I liked the scene where Rick tells Michonne how much he missed her and when he shares he's mad about the time he missed seeing their kids growing up. There was just a few dialogue moments that I found forced or unnatural scattered throughout the ep. I didn’t mind how they handled the CRM stuff and wrapped up their plan tho. Some parts were a bit of a stretch, such as Pearl surviving that explosion, but overall I was fine with it. And seeing Rick and Michonne get their happy ending with their kids was everything. 🥹

#4: Episode 3 (8/10)

Episode 3 was a really good midpoint episode with a great memorable ending. For an episode where Rick and Michonne barely converse with each other, they did a great job of still having so much tension and impactful exchanges. This episode proved that all those two have to do is look at each other and it can communicate oh so much. Rick and Michonne having conflict and different approaches on how to save each other was interesting to see. Highlights from the episode were the scene when Michonne speaks to the portratist, Rick and Michonne's hot and heavy moment behind that boneless tree, and of course, Michonne yanking Rick out of a helicopter at the end. 🤭

#3: Episode 1 (8.5/10)

This was such a compelling premiere to me. Andy’s return as Rick Grimes in this episode was excellent as always and Okafor had such an impactful presence in just one short episode. I thought ep 1 did a great job of showing us the toll these years have taken on Rick and how the most resilient man could break and shut down the way he did. Rick finally deciding to stop fighting to get home strictly because he was willing to sacrifice himself to keep his family safe - the heartbreak and dejectedness Rick felt was palpable, especially in his final letter to Michonne. And I adore the dreams he had of Michonne in this episode. I’ll never forget how overjoyed I was hearing Rick say “5 pizzas and a wedding ring” the first time and realizing Richonne was going to reunite by the end of the episode. Iconic. 🙌🏽

#2: Episode 2 (9/10)

Man did they deliver with that Richonne reunion. 🔥 For that moment to be as highly anticipated as it was, it was going to be a tall order to successfully orchestrate Rick and Michonne’s first time seeing each other in years and they truly rose to the occasion and delivered something special. I loved seeing Danai reprise the role of Michonne and pick up where she left off from TWD, meeting one of my favorite additions to the TWD cast - Nat. Like Okafor, Nat made such a lasting impact in just one episode. It also makes a lot of sense why Danai got recognized for her performance in this episode because she knocked it out of the park with the emotion she infused into each scene. And then, Andy joined right with her once Richonne reunited. Another thing I love about ep 2 is that the Richonne reunion was already so well done but then they went and gave this episode an equally great Richonne scene between the CRM vehicles too. We were spoiled and I love that for us. 😇

#1: Episode 4 (10/10)

'What We' easily tops the list. Episode 4 is such a meaningful masterpiece to me and to so many. I’d list highlight moments from the ep but every scene is a highlight. Genuinely. 👏🏽 Just the other day I was thinking about the dialogue in this episode and started tearing up just thinking about it. What Danai crafted with this episode is so powerful and unforgettable. And Andy and Danai's performances were incredible. I love that this episode focused on just Rick and Michonne in one location, letting these actors and these characters shine.

There are so few things I’d give a 10 out of 10 to but this deserves it. I couldn’t ask for more. To watch two characters who love each other more than anyone has loved someone start the episode with more conflict than we’ve ever seen them have only to believably and powerfully reconcile by the end of the episode and bring each other back to life. Just wow. 😭❤️‍🔥

I’ve already said so much about Episode 4 but I can feel myself ready to type yet another novel about how exceptional this piece of television was. Before this gets even longer, I’ll just say that TOWL overall was already a big achievement for the franchise but Episode 4 is TOWL’s crowning jewel, and I’ll forever be in awe of how great and special that episode was in depicting the beauty of Richonne. 👑😌

[oldsoul007]

snowed in

nicholas chavez x reader

summary: y/n gets body slammed by a handsome stranger and he owes her one

a/n: kissing

It was one of those rare, perfect winter days—crisp air, bright sunshine, and a fresh layer of snow coating the mountain like powdered sugar. I had always loved Giant Steps. The freedom of the slopes, the rush of the wind in my face, the sound of my board carving through fresh powder—it was my escape.

Today, I was pushing herself. The Black Diamond run was calling me, and I was determined to master it. I took a deep breath as I clicked my boots into my snowboard and glanced at the trail ahead, feeling the anticipation in my chest.

But the mountain, as it always does, had a way of surprising me.

I zipped down the moderate slope with ease, feeling the rhythm of the turns, my body moving almost instinctively as I weaved between trees and rocks. I was focused, lost in the flow of the snow, until suddenly, the world tilted. A jarring impact slammed into me, sending me flying through the air and crashing to the ground with a thud. My board spun off to the side, and the world was a blur of snow and sky.

For a second, everything was still. Then, a voice broke through the haze of confusion.

“Oh my God, are you okay?!”

I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. I pushed myself up onto her elbows, groaning as I sat up. Her head throbbed a little, and there was a cold patch of snow down the back of my neck, but I was mostly okay. I looked up and saw a guy standing there, his helmet askew, clearly just as disoriented as I was. He was tall, with wide eyes and a slightly panicked expression on his face.

“Did you just—” I began, only to realize what had happened.

He had barreled straight into me. I hadn’t even seen him coming.

“I am so sorry,” he said, rushing over to me. He held out his hand, but his voice was full of genuine concern. “I didn’t see you. Are you hurt?”

I hesitated for a second, then took his hand, letting him help me up. My legs wobbled slightly, but I was fine. A little shaken, but no real damage done.

“I’m okay,” I said, dusting snow off my jacket. I looked at him, trying to hide my amusement. “But you—how the hell did you not see me?”

He winced, an embarrassed grin creeping across his face. “It’s my first time on this trail, and I might have underestimated the speed.”

“Clearly,” I teased, inspecting him as he straightened up. He looked like the kind of guy who was a little too confident on a snowboard for someone who just ran into people on the slopes. “You look like you’ve taken a few spills yourself.”

He laughed, his face flushed from the cold and the adrenaline. “Yeah, well, if I’m being honest, I’ve been focusing more on speed than, you know… avoiding people.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his self-deprecating humor. “Well, next time, try to aim for the trees, not the snowboarders.”

He chuckled, clearly relieved that I wasn’t angry. “I’ll keep that in mind. I’m Nicholas, by the way. And you are…?”

“Y/n,” I replied, still brushing off snow. “And just so we’re clear, I’m not mad. But I’m definitely not going to let you off easy either.”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I took off, carving my way down the slope. The cold wind whipped through me, and the thrill of it sent an adrenaline rush through my veins. Nicholas shortly following behind, he wasn’t just fast—he was skilled, weaving effortlessly between the trees and pushing hard on the turns. But I had the edge. I knew this slope better, and my experience let me maintain a smooth, controlled speed.

As we neared the bottom, both were neck and neck, with only a few hundred feet between us and the bottom. The tension was thick in the air, and for a second, it felt like everything had slowed down. I could hear the rush of Nicholas’s board behind me, feel the weight of the competition, and I pushed harder, determined not to let him win.

But then, just as we neared the final stretch, Nicholas made a risky move—he tried to cut inside and take a sharper angle to overtake me.

It was a mistake.

Me, seeing the move coming, did the opposite—I leaned into the curve, taking a wider, more controlled path. As Nicholas’s edge caught the snow, he lost his balance and tumbled sideways, landing with a loud whoosh of snow.

I skidded to a stop at the bottom of the slope, heart pounding with the thrill of the race. I turned to see Nicholas struggling to get back up, his snowboard sideways on the snow. I couldn’t help but laugh, both at the absurdity of the moment and at how ridiculous he looked.

“Looks like I won,” I called out, grinning from ear to ear.

Nicholas stood up slowly, brushing off his board and shaking his head, a sheepish grin on his face. “I wasn’t aware we were racing. I should’ve known better than to challenge a pro.”

I laughed, my chest still warm from the race. “You’re not bad, for someone who almost took me out earlier.”

Nicholas walked over to me, shaking his head with a mock sigh. “I’ll get you next time. I’ll just have to practice not running into people first.”

“That’s probably a good place to start,” I teased, but there was something about the way he looked at me—genuine, easy, and sincere—that made my heart do a little flip.

“Well, if I’m going to keep up with you, I might need some more lessons,” Nicholas said, his tone light, but there was a hint of something more behind his words.

I smiled. “I could give you a few pointers…? You know, as a reward for not crashing into me again?”

Nicholas grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Deal. But I’m picking the spot next time.”

I laughed, feeling that familiar warmth spread through my chest. As we walked toward the lodge together, it wasn’t just the cold air that made my cheeks flush—it was something about Nicholas, something easy and effortless between us, like we had always been destined to meet on this snow-covered mountain.

And maybe, just maybe, this would be the beginning of something much more than a race to the bottom.

After the unintentional body slam on the slopes, Nicholas couldn’t shake the feeling that he owed me more than just a simple apology. The crash had been epic, and while we both had laughed about it afterward, he knew it wasn’t just a funny story—it was a moment that had probably left me with more than just a bruised ego.

“Alright, I think I owe you more than just an apology,” Nicholas said, his voice warm with a hint of playfulness as they trudged off the slope. “Dinner at the resort. My treat.”

I was brushing snow off her jacket and shaking my head with a smile, raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you apologize? Body slam someone, then feed them?”

He grinned sheepishly. “Only if I really like them,” he said, his tone light but sincere.

We made our way to the lodge, the heavy snow falling softly around us, the warmth of the resort a welcome contrast to the cold mountain air. Inside, the restaurant was cozy, lit with flickering candles and the hum of quiet chatter from other skiers and snowboarders unwinding after a long day on the slopes.

This time, though, as we slid into a booth, Nicholas did something he hadn’t done earlier. He removed his helmet, revealing his face for the first time. I hadn’t realized just how much of his appearance had been hidden beneath it. There was something striking about him—sharp features, tousled brown hair, and those deep, brown eyes. A subtle but genuine warmth radiated from him, and it made me wonder why he’d kept himself so closed off earlier, always staying behind the safety of the helmet and his quiet demeanor.

My gaze lingered for a moment, taking him in, before I caught myself. Nicholas, noticing the way I was looking at him, smirked. “Don’t tell me the body slam left you speechless,” he teased, though there was a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No, I just didn’t realize you were hiding a face under that helmet.” I gestured toward his messy hair with a grin. “It’s a pleasant surprise, I guess.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat. “Just wait until you get to know me better. I’m full of surprises.” There was a certain confidence in his voice now, a comfort that hadn’t been there earlier when we were on the slopes.

The night unfolded with easy conversation. We talked about everything and nothing—how the snowboarding season was going, favorite spots to visit, even which lifts were the least crowded on the mountain. It was refreshing, the way the awkwardness from earlier had melted away, leaving space for genuine connection.

For a moment, I realized that what had started as an embarrassing accident was turning into something unexpectedly pleasant. He was charming, funny, and there was something about him that was easy to like once I saw past the helmet and the casual bravado. By the time dessert came, with chocolate mousse and a shared slice of pie, I realized that the night wasn’t about making up for the fall—it was about something far more simple: two people getting to know each other.

After dinner, we stepped outside into the cold night air, the snow still falling gently. Nicholas gave me a side glance, his breath misting in the cold. “So… no rematches?”

I shook my head, smiling. “I think we’re even. You knocked me down, you bought me dinner… I’m good.”

He smirked, but there was a soft sincerity in his expression. “Fair enough. But I do owe you one more thing—next time, I’ll make sure I stay out of your way.”

I laughed, my breath puffing in the cold air. “I think I can live with that.”

As we walked side by side toward the ski lift, the tension between us had completely dissipated. The day had started with an unexpected collision, but it had ended with something far more meaningful—a connection, grounded in shared moments and the quiet understanding that sometimes, even a body slam can lead to something worth remembering.

After a thrilling day on the slopes, where Nicholas accidentally body-slammed me during a particularly tricky descent, we both found ourselves laughing off the incident in the resort's hot tub.

Seeing Nicholas under all the ski gear left me nearly speechless with his toned muscles. The cold mountain air had already started to bite at our cheeks, but as Nicholas and I eased into the steaming water of the hot tub, the heat was a welcome contrast. We had just come off the slopes, our bodies sore from hours of snowboarding, but the warmth of the water melted the tension from our muscles.

I leaned back against the side of the tub, letting out a long sigh as I closed my eyes. “This is perfect,” I murmured, my voice soft.

Nicholas glanced at me, a small smile curling on his lips. His hair was damp from the snow, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold, but he was content. “I told you the hot tub was the best part of the day.”

I smirked, playfully splashing a bit of water toward him. “You’re right. I didn’t think I’d be this sore after today, but it’s worth it.” My eyes met his, lingering for a moment longer than usual.

The warmth of the steam made everything feel a little hazy, and the quiet of the mountain was only broken by the sound of the bubbling water. Nicholas shifted closer to me, feeling a pull that went beyond just the chill in the air.

I turned slightly, meeting his gaze again. There was something in my eyes, something that wasn’t there before. The playful banter had faded, replaced by something softer. My lips parted just enough to let a breath escape, and Nicholas couldn’t help but lean in.

Before we knew it, we were close, our faces inches apart. He pulled me closer with my legs on each side of his. I looked at him for a heartbeat, as if waiting for permission, and then, without a word, I closed the distance.

Our lips met, gently at first, a tentative kiss that quickly deepened as the world outside of the hot tub seemed to fade away. It was warm, even in the chill of the evening air. My fingers brushed against the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the water bubbled around us, but neither of us noticed the temperature. We were lost in the moment, the weight of the day and the world beyond forgotten.

When we finally pulled away, our foreheads touched, both of them breathing a little heavier, as if we had just come up for air after a long dive.

“I guess this is the best part of the day,” Nicholas whispered, a smile tugging at his lips.

I laughed softly, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Definitely.”

We exchanged a glance, our eyes locking with an intensity that spoke volumes. Without a word, Nicholas reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my skin.

But soon, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent. Nicholas cupped my face, his hands pulling me closer, while my arms slid around his neck, drawing him in even more.

The heat of the water surrounded us, but it was the warmth of our kiss that made everything feel electric. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the moment, our lips moving together with a rhythm that felt completely natural, completely right.

I gently rolled my hips against his, pulling him closer. “Fuck” he breathed against my mouth.

The soft sounds of the night—distant chirps and the gentle splash of the water—faded into the background, leaving only the feeling of each other’s breath, the pressure of our lips, and the undeniable pull between us.

And for a moment, we stayed there in the warmth of the water, wrapped in the quiet of the mountains, both content and a little breathless from the kiss, knowing that this was a memory we would keep for a long time.