#I’m not elaborating on the necklace

[cartbarnie]

Honestly I haven’t drawn kumatora in a good while. All my older drawings sucked of her ngl LMFAO

also. Peep the necklace. No reason. No reason at all.

Hehe. Haha. A little guffaw if you will

also take whatever this is

It’s supposed to be the transfem flag and transmasc flag but I Did Not Realize Putting Clothes On Them Would Make It Harder To See

[sincericida]

2011 | 2025

ANDREW GARFIELD

aging like a fine and delicious wine

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Death Wish 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you’re desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Photo Inspo

Kitty huffs, a rare moment of agitation, and blows it out sharply. She thrusts her hands forward and hurls the string of pearls onto the couch. She curls her fingers in frustration and stares at them, like a puzzle. 

“My goddamn hands won’t stop shaking,” she utters. 

You cross the room to her, wordlessly, and take the necklace. You move behind her to clasp it in place over her collar. She wears a straight cut black dress with no ornament. The pearls are a delicate touch to the otherwise plain outfit. 

“What do you think he wants?” Adrienne finally asks the question none of you dared. 

You look at her helplessly. They can never know you did this. They can’t ever know that the reason they are so scared in that moment is your fault. They might have longed to pull the trigger themselves but actually doing it is different. It’s... irredeemable. 

“He said we’re under his protection,” you say flatly. 

“Oh, come on, you’re the most skeptical of all of us,” Kitty accuses, “you believe that. Daddy was just another soldier.” 

“Maybe but what else are we going to do but obey?” You counter. 

Kitty winces and Adrienne’s eyes bat. Your older sister shakes her head, “you’re not the one to give up.” 

“I am.” You insist. “If it keeps you two safe then I will do whatever needs to be done.” 

They’re silent for a moment as they look from you to each other. They nod. “Us too,” Kitty says. “We have to take care of each other.” 

“Like always,” Adrienne agrees. 

Silence floods the room again. There’s a car waiting outside a few minutes later. You march out in another sombre parade. It’s a different kind of funeral that day. You’re not mourning the past, you’re mourning the future and what could have been and will never be. 

You sit together in the back seat. You hold hands. You never went to many of these ‘business’ gatherings. Outside of a wedding, you weren’t invited. Your father was only invited by the few people who knew him in the outfit. He was only ever the big dog when he barked at his three daughters. 

The car stops, you get out. You squeeze your sisters’ hands before you detach. The man who drove leads you to the immaculate white facade of the grand hall. You’re somewhat confused by the venue but this is not a day for questions. You had your curiosity beat out of you long ago. 

Inside, you’re led to a set of open doors. You enter and another man stands to beckon you further inside. There are bodies all around, all in dark suits, muttering under their breath, coughing, tapping fingers. 

Your eyes skim around cautiously. Barnes sits at the head table. He’s calm and unbothered by the new arrival. He’s indifferent to his men as the one next to him whispers in his ear. Rogers stands behind the boss’ chair as he speaks to him, gripping the elaborate orb that tops the post of the straight-backed seat. 

Barnes’ gaze meets yours only as you and your sisters are put at a table of your own. It feels like some hearing. A court case. Are they hearing the crimes of your father? But he said... 

No questions. There’s nothing the answers can change for you. Adrienne fidgets, wringing her hands restlessly, and Kitty sit so straight it looks like it hurts. None of you look past the table. Your daddy would smack your mouth for your wandering eyes. 

“Alright, now that we’re all here, let’s gut through the bullshit,” Barnes’ voice brings the voice to deathly lull. The men shift their bodies and their focus. The doors close subtly behind the boss’ timbre. “Now, don’t think I brought you here because of a single soldier. You know better. All of you.” 

His voice is stringent but restrained. Still, it’s enough to instill fear. You gulp and dare to look up at him. He stands and puts his hands on the table. 

“First, a crooked accountant. Bald clown messing around. Then I got men going out, coming back short. Then dead.” He snarls. “I don’t care about the small men. With due respect,” he pauses and glances in your direction, “but I know they don’t think for themselves, too. I know it was one of you. This isn’t just chance. 

“One of you popped Warren ‘cause he found you out,” Barnes continues.  

You sense movement like a soft breeze. Rogers edges along the wall, unnoticed. You stare in slow motion as he moves quickly towards another table. 

“And I found you out too,” Barnes hits the table with his fist. “I went through the numbers and I found the fucking thief.” 

You frown. It’s... lies. He told you that day. At the funeral. Your daddy was the thief. Now he’s telling them something different. He used you. It makes a good story. A mysteriously dead soldier, missing money... makes it easy to trim the fat. 

“Milo,” Barnes points and a chair scrapes and teeters.  

Rogers grabs the capo from behind, closing his hands around his neck. He drags him easily, like a rag doll. They aren’t so different in size and yet the blond moves the other easily as he bulls around the table and brings the man to the center of the room. 

“You been pocketing my money.” Barnes stands straight and gestures casually. 

Rogers tosses the other man, Milo, to the floor and kicks him so he sprawls. His assault is methodical. He doesn’t let up. He stomps and batters the man into the polished wood. The noise of cracking bones and breaking cartilage itch in your ears. The accused hacks and chokes on spit and blood. 

Your sisters smother gasps and startled sobs. You’re only mortified by your own indifference. Are you so callous to feel nothing for a man chosen to pay for father’s death? For your actions? You just can’t. You know every man in this room is just like your father was. Cruel. Mean. They deserve it just as much as he did. 

“Enough,” Barnes orders and Rogers steps back, combing his long hair away from his face as he puffs. The man on the floor is a puddle of wheezes. 

“Your houses, your cars, your accounts, all of it, will be turned over to Warren’s daughters. For his good service to me. He died finding you out. He died for the good of the outfit. He smoked out the mole,” Barnes says. “And you orphaned his daughters, just like you meant to do to every man in this room.” 

Silence. Stillness. No one moves. 

“You are all dismissed. On your way out, you make sure to pay your disrespects to that scum,” Barnes growls. “And look at him, hard and long, because the next fucker I catch with his hands in my pockets will be right there with him.” 

There’s a moment before anyone moves. The first man to rise is greying around his temples. He comes out from behind the table and nears the shaking form on the floor. He spits on Milo then sends his pointed leather shoe into the man’s stomach. He marches out without looking back. 

The next man follows suit. Spit, kick, go. One after another the men disburse in the same manner. The noises, ptuah, crack, tap, tap, tap, form a sickly rhythm. You can only sit and watch. 

You reach to your sisters and take their hands again. You glance between them. They look on in horror. They aren’t made for this. Your eyes flit back to the head table and find the king looking over his court. No, he’s looking at you. 

Barnes dips his chin and his eyes gleam. He is the master. No one dares to challenge the narrative he’s written. Whatever he says is all the truth they need to worry about. Same goes for you. 

[plussizeficchick]

Agora Hills | Eren x Chubby!Reader

Ahhh! It’s part 2 to The Weekend! I didn’t expect y’all to like the first part as much so I’m hoping this lives up to y’all’s expectations😂

Warnings: Mean!Eren (but really only to Mikasa and Historia) Pick Me!Mikasa and Historia (they will be dealt with) smut(cunnilingus, P in V, mentions of fingering, panty sniffing)

She felt like she was going to be sick.

How could he?

How could you?

She cried in your arms, she poured her heart out to both of you and this is what you do?

No.

It had to be you.

You must have tempted him, this was just some elaborate revenge for her talking to that one guy at Connie’s party a while back. 

Because no way her Eren would be caught dead with you.

— —

Mikasa’s knees were ready to give way.

All throughout the day, you and Eren had been carefully avoiding her but it was time for your daily meetup at lunch with the rest of the group, so she’ll give you an opportunity to explain yourselves and if she’s willing, she’s open to forgiveness.

Oh how she wishes she’d have just skipped lunch.

She was seated next to Historia in the cafe, along with Armin, Jean and Connie awaiting the arrival of you both. She needed Historia for moral support, having told her of your treachery. Historia wasn’t nearly as upset as Mikasa had expected, but she chalked it up to shock because honestly, she was shocked too.

As soon as the doors to the cafeteria open, everyone’s head turns, the sight of Eren holding the door open for you coming into view.

He walks in after you, eyes raking over your figure as if he didn’t help you pick out your outfit for the day.

It was a simple halter top and mini skirt combo paired with some short, heeled sandals, but that wasn’t what brought the smirk to his lips.

No, it was the pretty gold anklet with his initials and the gorgeous emerald necklace that he’d paired with it that brought the smile to his face.

You looked so pretty with his claim on you.

You both saunter up to your friends, hand in hand, before Eren pulls out your seat for you, taking the one beside you for himself before you both engage in conversation with the guys.

“So, does no one see a problem?” Historia asks incredulously. Has she entered the fucking twilight zone?

Armin shrugs, doing a onceover of the table, “I don’t think so. Everyone’s here right?” He asks, getting a brief nod from everyone.

Not that you and Eren were paying attention. You both were too busy giggling amongst yourselves.

“Eren?” Mikasa squeaks out. She couldn’t believe that after all this time, he’d just throw her away. And for you of all people?

Oh no.

She’s worked too hard, put up with too much to just let him go.

He begrudgingly looks away from you, his mood immediately dampening as he addresses her. “Yeah?” He sighs. 

She ignores his disposition, wanting to know just what the fuck you two had going on. “Can I talk to you? Privately?” She grits out through clenched teeth. Eren rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you, playing with the emerald pendant, “Nah, why? What happened?” 

Mikasa blushes as everyone turns their gazes towards her, the tension palpable. “What happened? What happened, Eren, is you parading her around like she’s your girlfriend when we-” “When we what, exactly? Look Mikasa, you’re a nice girl but (Y/N)’s different. She makes me feel some type of way whenever I’m with her. We just click in a way that you and I never could.” He cuts her off.

Her heart breaks, tears threatening to fall when she casts a glance at her friends, but the way they avert their eyes has her stomach dropping further. “You guys knew?” She barely manages to get out. 

Connie and Jean mumble affirmations, but Armin stutters out a reply, “But not for that long, Mikasa!” He squeaks out, however, Historia’s had enough, “That’s enough! Eren, you’re being cruel. You can’t possibly want her over me-Mikasa!” She exclaims. Eren snarls, his temper spiking. “I’m getting real tired of you guys talking about my girl like that, so I’m only going to say this once,” He grits out. “Being cruel is pretending to be Mikasa’s friend when you’ve been begging me to fuck you behind her back. Being cruel is telling me that Mikasa’s a pathetic bitch and that I can do better than her. And you know what? You’re right! And you’re fucking looking at her, so the both of you can fuck off out of my face.” He practically spits at her. Historia’s jaw drops and Mikasa just wants the earth to swallow her whole. 

She rushes out of the cafeteria, Historia hot on her heels, spewing apologies. Eren turns to you, thumb brushing over your cheek softly. “You okay, baby?” He asks, pressing a brief peck to your lips. “Yeah, just not very hungry anymore.” You sigh. Eren frowns, but you’re sure to reassure him. “It’s not because of them, babe. Just wanna be alone with you right now.” You murmur, running your manicured hand along his arm. 

He smirks, now eager to get you both out of there. “Hey, we’re gonna rain check on the lunch.” Eren announces to your friends. He helps you out of your seat, guiding you out of the cafeteria.

“He’s fucking whipped.” Connie jokes, gaining laughs from the two men.

— —

You both barely made it past the threshold of his dorm before you were on each other, tongues darting into each other’s mouths eager to gain dominance.

Eren presses you against the door, hiking you up to press his clothed cock against your cunt. “You don’t think anybody noticed, right?” He mumbles into your mouth, the taste of you too good to pull away from. “You fingering me under the table?” You ask. He nods, pulling back slightly to move his attention to your neck, the previous love bites fading to make room for new ones. You shrug, moaning as he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, your panties dampening further as a result, “Who cares?”

Eren chuckles at your neediness, moving to press a searing kiss to your lips as he walks you both to his bedroom. He carefully placed you down, pulling back fully to look at you.

He doesn’t think you fully grasp the hold you have on him, but there’s plenty of time to convince you.

He moves to peel away the tight mini skirt and top you have on, your lacy thong being the only thing keeping him from your warm center. You whine for him to get undressed, the sight of his hard abs and tattoos causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He obliges you, removing his hoodie and jeans along with his boxers before he rejoins you on the bed.

He runs a finger over your soaking panties before pulling them down, strings of your arousal sticking to the small piece of cloth.

The next moment is hazy to the both of you, all Eren knows is that he’s not going to be able to go one day without your pussy on his face.

He dives in, his tongue immediately lapping up the juices that escaped from your slick hole before trailing up to your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. You whine, clit throbbing under his ministrations. He takes long, languid licks up and down the slit before flicking his tongue over the bud. You gasp as you cum with a shout, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

He’s faring no better, the way your thick thighs clamped over his head, squeezing him further into your cunt has him rutting against the sheets, the tip dripping pre. He pulls away when the need for air becomes necessary, taking in gulps of air while nuzzling into your fupa.

“You’re so pretty, baby. So fucking sexy.” He mumbles into the soft skin. You run your fingers through his unruly hair, the soft locks falling from your fingers. “Want you to fuck me, ‘Ren.” You whine out, aching to feel the length of him stretch you out. He complies, pressing kisses along your body before he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, the taste of you still dancing on his tongue.

He uses the kiss to distract you from the slight sting of his cock stretching your cunt. He hisses at the feel of your warm cunt wrapping around his cock, the slickness of your juices making the glide into you that much easier.

He sits up slightly, fucking into you as he reaches over you to grab something, groaning and cock twitching as he grabs his prize. You barely manage to look up to see your panties pressed against his nose, tongue laving over the damp patch.

You cry out at the sight, your pussy quivering as you pull him into a messy kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth. You both whine into each other's mouths, declarations of love spilling from each other's lips as you both reach your high. You clamp down around Eren, your cunt gushing and clenching as you coat his cock in your essence and he fills you up, warm cum painting your walls white.

You’re panting, the exertion catching up to you both as you snuggle into each other, your fingers tracing over the tattoo with your name on it. You’re tired, but you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re at it again.

It’s a good thing neither of them could keep him satisfied.

— —

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[joeyfranchise]

𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

i’ll be home for christmas

fiance!joe x fem!reader

summary: a bulleted blurb/fic about you surprising joe in athens on christmas.

warnings: NSFW, 18+. mdni. p in v, slight dacryphilia, not tooo descriptive.

note: my first bulleted fic with smut?? kinda feels like a crack fic but lmao it was so fun. love yaaaa 🫶🏻

joe was bored

he came to athens to be with his family because you

his lovely fiancée

the light of his life, even

you were away. on a business trip. IN LONDON

at christmas time?? CRIMINAL

but honestly like. joe could’ve stayed in cincinnati

gone to the facility every day. watched film. all that

HOWEVER

his mother convinced him to come home. AND FOR GOOD REASON

because you were conspiring

you were gonna make it home to surprise him. it was going to be sO EXCITING

you called robin to plan it all out. she was also SO EXCITED and she got you and joe some matching pajamas (that she had to hide)

she couldn’t tell jimmy or joe’s brothers you were coming

because they would’ve absolutely told joe considering he was MOPING

and like he’s a grumpy ass in general. BUT WITH YOU GONE?? OVER CHRISTMAS???

*insert grumpy pic of squidward here*

for days he sat and moped. and scrolled his phone. and just chatted with you

poor lil baby joey. texting you like

joe: miss ya

y/n: i miss you bub 🥺

joe: i love my family but it’s different without you

y/n: i know. i hate that i have to miss it. but work is going okay! i’ve learned so much while i’ve been here

joe: i’m glad to hear it baby. i can’t wait until you’re back

y/n: it’ll be sooner than you know it <3

joe: wish it was right now. miss your pretty face

y/n: attachment: 1 image *photo of you in one of his hoodies, showing off a pout with a coffee mug in hand, your gold necklace with a ‘j’ charm on full display*

y/n: miss you 😭

joe: wanna kiss those pretty lips

and GOD

YOU WANTED TO TELL HIM SO BAD. but you knew the pay-off of making him wait would be so daMN good

finally. it was time to fly back home. you had a window seat. thanK GOd. would you be jet-lagged? yes. did it matter? nO

robin arranged it ALL for you (what a saint) and you were able to arrive in the states on the 23rd

she had someone pick you up from the airport and drive you to their house, and you literally drug your luggage into the garage (you’d make joe get it later)

now. to enact your elaborate plan

you walked up the front porch steps SUPER CAREFUL not to be seen

you rang the doorbell

“joey can you get the door”

you can practically feel him grumbling after being asked to do that

but when he opens it. and it’S YOU???

IT’S YOU????

you’re in his arms in less than a second. just completely enveloped by him. he’s pressing a kiss into the top of your head

“you tricked me”

“but aren’t you glad i did?” you’re smirking as you look up at him

and he’s never felt happier. never felt such peace. because you’re here

you come inside and say hi to everyone and make a little small talk before retiring to joe’s room because

A BITCH IS TIRED

it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep, right there in his star-wars themed room

you and joe are awake by 1am

nobody else is, and you intend to keep it that way but

YOU HAVEN’T SEEN EACH OTHER IN SO LONG

joe kisses you tenderly on the lips, his hands roaming your body, peeling off your layers of clothing

you’re undressing him too, taking your time as your hands map each others skin

you laugh into the kiss, your eyes are focused on the wall

“hmm?” joe whispers to you, wondering what’s funny

“i think your anakin poster is staring at me”

“well don’t make eye contact with him”

finally the two of you are fully naked, still pressing kisses to each others skin, taking your sweet time

and trying yoUR BEST to be quiet (it’s hard to be quiet)

after what seems like forever of loving kisses and tender touches, joe lines himself up and presses his cock between your folds, pushing into you

you let out a soft gasp and immediately

“quiet, princess”

“m’sorry” you say, muffled from your hand covering your mouth

joe shoves a pillow between the headboard and the wall just in case because

IT’S GONNA BE CLANGING IF NOT

he takes his time with you, unraveling you so slowly

because again, it has been SO LONG

and he’s got you in the mating press

you’re biting back moans, every sensation feels like a live wire in your skin

and he hits you with that slow, deep thrust

the deadly hip swivel

tears are falling from your eyes, it’s so much but it feels sO good

“feel good, baby? love seeing you cry for me”

his voice. he’s so

perfect

sexy

amazing

when he talks you through it? oH GOd

“taking it so good. doing such a good job being quiet for me”

you loSE YOUR MIND

you can’t help it, you’re cumming around him

and still, he’s talking you through, helping you along as his fingers trace delicate patterns over your clit

“that’s it. good girl. doing so well”

and he makes you cum two more times before you’re finally ready for a shower

then you’re clean and back his his bed

now he’s falling asleep

AND SHE’S CALLING A CAB

no but really he falls asleep with his head resting on your chest

when you wake up christmas eve (technically you already were, but) you go upstairs and have breakfast with everyone

it’s so nice, his family is so loving

and you spend the whole day laughing, snacking, baking, and most of all just enjoying being back home with joe

he’s glad you’re back too

christmas morning is exciting as well. in more ways than one ;)

but afterrrrr you get to go upstairs in mATCHING PAJAMAS

and relax. and watch the kids open gifts. and most importantly

you get to watch football

joe’s the happiest you’ve ever seen him. and you’re so glad to be here

home for christmas is the best place to be 🫶🏻

photos and dividers are not mine. all cred to owners.

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[pandapetals]

I have a request!! You don’t have to write it but I’ll tell you anyway

Idk if you’ve seen the trend on tt where guys are picking up their gfs to sit on their shoulders and omg imagine Logan doing that😈😈

-⭐️

Hi, I hadn't seen the trend but went and Logan would totally do something like that just to prove his strong lol. I wasn't going to write anything but this kinda pulled me out of my slump so thank you!

logan howlett x fem!gf reader - established relationship, fluff, cute, teasing banter, wade being wade, tiktok trend

“Hold still, will ya?” Logan growled, his fingers brushing your sides as he tried, for the fifth time, to get a proper grip around your waist. His voice was gruff but there was a softness buried in it—hidden beneath the sheer frustration of the task at hand.

“You’re the one moving too slow, Grandpa,” you teased, leaning just enough to make his attempt harder. The corner of your lips curled mischievously as you twisted out of his reach again, sending him stumbling forward with a muttered curse.

Logan straightened, glaring at you. “You wanna get tossed like a sack of potatoes? ‘Cause I’ll do it.”

“Promise?” you shot back with a grin, earning a low, rumbling growl in response.

From behind the camera, Wade cackled like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. He adjusted the angle of your phone, squinting at the screen. “Oh, this is gold. Are we witnessing the tragic downfall of the great Wolverine? Or is this just an elaborate mating ritual?”

“Shut up, Wade,” Logan snapped, his sharp eyes briefly cutting to the man-child behind the camera.

“I’m just saying,” Wade continued, unfazed. “For a guy with animal instincts, you’re not exactly pouncing, buddy. You’re more…like a wounded bear. Slow, cranky, probably rabid—”

“Keep runnin’ your mouth, Wilson, and we’ll see who’s slow,” Logan snarled, his claws snikt-ing halfway out for emphasis.

Wade gasped theatrically, clutching the phone to his chest like a pearl necklace. “Violence? In front of your lady? I thought you were all about the chivalry, peanut.”

“Wade,” you said with a laugh, stepping closer to your grumpy boyfriend. “You’re not helping.”

“Who says I’m trying to help? I’m here for the content, babe. And maybe the sweet, sweet sound of his back snapping when he fails this lift. Again.”

Logan didn’t dignify that with a response. He shook his head, his jaw clenching as he crouched slightly, motioning for you to come closer. “Alright, enough screwin’ around. C’mere. This time, I got it.”

“Okay, okay.” You stepped into his reach, but not without one last playful jab. “Don’t throw your hip out, old man.”

His hands clamped around your waist firmly this time, and for a moment, you felt the raw strength coiled in his arms. With a grunt of effort, he hoisted you upward—just a little too hard.

“Whoa, Logan! Not the ceiling!” you yelped, flailing as your head nearly collided with the light fixture.

“Stop wigglin’!” Logan barked, his voice strained as he adjusted his grip. You landed awkwardly across his broad shoulder, not quite balanced but not falling either. “There! Told ya I could do it.”

“Yeah, sure. Super graceful,” you teased from your perch, giggling as you tried to hold still.

“Oh, honey,” Wade chimed in, zooming the camera in on Logan’s scowling face. “You are the picture of elegance. Look at you. Like a slightly hairier, angrier ballerina. Ten outta ten. I’m titling this masterpiece: ‘Beauty and the Beast, But She Regrets It.’”

Logan flipped him off without missing a beat, his free hand holding you steady as you laughed so hard your sides ached.

“Alright, we’re done here,” Logan grumbled, beginning to lower you.

“No, no, no, not yet!” Wade protested, practically lunging to block the shot. “I need the slow-mo drop! Or maybe a blooper reel. You two are TikTok gold, and I will exploit it for likes.”

“I swear to God, Wade,” Logan growled, turning to face him, which meant you were now dangling awkwardly off his shoulder like a sack of grain. “If you don’t quit, I’ll—”

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time, Wolvie,” Wade quipped, blowing him a kiss.

By the time Logan set you down, both of you were doubled over in laughter—yours genuine, his tinged with exasperation. Wade was still narrating the moment like a sports commentator, throwing in dramatic sound effects and zooming in on Logan’s face for emphasis.

“You’re both insane,” Logan muttered, shaking his head.

“And yet,” you said, sliding your arm around his waist, “you love us anyway.”

He grumbled something under his breath, but the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth was all the answer you needed.

[lucvly]

— boyfriend headcannons with chris. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: tooth rotting fluff and a nsfw part?? not proofread stop its almost 1 am

a/n: i’m trying my best to feed you guys but school is Fucking me upppp :/ sry this is a little short Oopsie

— tries to act tougher in public but when both of you are alone he’s a total sweetheart.

— he loves it when you play with his hair, when you let him lay his head on your chest and won’t ever admit it out loud but loves when you’re the big spoon.

— gets so distracted when you’re around it’s hilarious (+ matt and nick always tease him for it because he looks “ridiculous”) literally has the biggest heart eyes for you, always following you around and drooling over you.

— pda pda pda !! this man loves pda, i’m not elaborating.

— shows you off anywhere and everywhere. literally anyone who’s ever spoken to him knows you because he’s always talking about you.

— his instagram feed are mostly pictures with you in them. he loves posting you.

— adores touching you. not even sexually, but always has an arm around you, hugs you from behind, an arm around your waist, a hand in the back pocket of your jeans, etc.

— don’t ever ask him about it but if you’re a romcom fan he’ll definitely watch them with you. sure, he’ll act like he hates them but actually loves watching them with you. his guilty pleasure fr!

— adores doing domestic stuff with you: grocery shopping, cooking, baking– man, he’d even do laundry with you. which just pisses matt off because the only time chris helps with chores is when you’re around.

— if you mention a certain song or a certain artist he’ll slowly start adding them into his playlist. don’t ask him about it because he’ll actually get Embarrassed but still. ++ he has a playlist of songs that remind him of you.

— spoils you good. you want a new perfume? just say the word. that book you talked about last week? he already bought it for you. new necklace? of course. and it has his initials on it so it’s a win win.

— asks you for fashion advice LMFAOO. you’ll get spammed at like 7 am with something like “black or white?????”

— still flirts with you like you’re in the talking stage it’s sooo funny. tells you the lamest pickup lines but it’s cute because it’s Him !!

— nsfw below!

— a munch. loooves eating you out. he does it for his own pleasure trust. + he gets pussydrunk soo quickly.

— teases you soo much help?? especially in public. you could literally be at an important meeting and he’ll still have his hand on your thigh while whispering dirty ass things in your ear.

— loves it when you drag him lingerie shopping. he’s just there to support you and drool over you tbh. he can’t help but get hard when he sees you in all those pretty sets. (+ always ends up with you fucking in the dressing room).

— this man suffers when he’s on tour. he’s so used to having you take care of him he almost forgot how to jerk off LMFAOOO??

— has a whole album on his phone for his eyes only which include videos he’s taken of you getting fucked senseless, videos of you crying out his name, pictures you’ve sent him and videos.

— loves phone sex HELLOOO?? just hearing your voice gets him rock hard. sometimes you’ll be talking about the stupidest thing ever while on call with him and all you’ll ever hear from the other line are soft grunts, panting and heavy breathing. (+ when you tease him about it he just tells you to keep talking– yeah, you both end up moaning into the phone LMFAOO)

— literally anything gets him turned on. something as simple as you giggling or wearing one of his fresh love hoodies and boom– he’s bricked.

— pet names are a huge yes. this man could be choking you and balls deep in you but he’ll still call you the sweetest pet names ever. (“angel”, “princess”, “baby”, “doll”.)

— teasing gets him so worked up. don’t even try to pull on his hair a little, slightly touch his crotch when he’s hard or bend over in front of him unless you wanna end up pinned against a wall and going for at least three rounds.

[karvroom]

SECRET SANTA

hawks x reader

⟢ in which, your secret santa at the office takes it to a whole new level of gift giving. as an arising hero working under Hawks for guidance, you learn that work doesn’t have to be all dull and boring.

December 10th

“The jig is up. She totally knows it’s you.” Mirko chuckled at her feathered friend, showing no mercy in her mockery. Her legs swung as she sat on his desk, using her hands to prop herself up. “You know what she told me? “It’s only day 10–he’s not very slick”.”

Hawks watched as Mirko threw her head back in laughter. In all honesty, what did Hawks expect? You were the agency’s smartest player in the field—predicting every case’s outcome with spot on details that only the perpetrators could know. You were truly incredible.

“She does not.” Hawks rolled his eyes in disbelief at the statement, leaning back in his office chair with his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes, tilting his head up toward the ceiling. He was confident in his capabilities of sly work, until he began to think. Could you really have found out it was him? But, how? Hawks took all the precautions to an extreme extent when it came to the gift giving. The blonde opened one eye, looking to Mirko, “Does she really?”

In response, Mirko nodded her head, pushing herself office the side of Hawks’ desk and walking toward the exit. Hawks observed, waiting for a final word; anticipating a sly comment of some sort from her.

“(Y/N)’s excited for tomorrow.”

December 17th

Despite Hawks’ defeat to your deduction abilities, he continued leaving gifts at your desk every morning. Every gift became more elaborate: on day one, it was flowers (your favorite). Day five, a necklace. Day eleven, a basket of perfume and your favorite makeup brands. And finally, day seventeen, two tickets to your favorite band’s performance the upcoming week.

You and the winged hero sat across from one another as you aimlessly scrolled through work emails. It wasn’t unusual for you two to sit in silence while completing paperwork—it was a daily ritual for you at this point.

It was always Hawks going to your office, laptop in hand and a cheeky grin plastered across his face. He’d plop himself in the seat across from you at your desk, opening his laptop and start answering emails regarding interviews, hero work, etc.

When you came across an email reminding you of the concert, you remembered you still needed to take the time off. You slowly brought your laptop to a 45 degree, making eye contact with Hawks as you did so. “Hey, I’m going to put in a requ—“

“Already done. December 28th, right?”

Hawks couldn’t make it anymore obvious that it was him.

You slowly nodded your head, trying to hold back your all-knowing giggles from escaping. Though it was difficult with his golden eyes watching you, scanning you every once in a while. Anytime Hawks could, he’d take a gander of all of you; normally, eye contact wouldn’t be a difficult task for him, but when it came to you, he couldn’t help but allow his gaze to linger all over.

You had noticed and you liked it. You liked the attention. Usually, you wouldn’t care who looked at you in what way, but you made an effort to take mental notes of the way Hawks looked at you. His facial expressions, where his eyes wandered, his body language—it was all positive.

“Well, it’s more than that.” Hawks tilted his head in curiosity, prompting you to move forward with your thoughts. “I have two tickets—would you want to go with me?”

Hawks cleared his throat and nearly choked, surprised by the generous offer. After all, he had gotten those tickets for you and someone you wanted to bring along, but he didn’t expect that someone to be him. Had he thought of the scenario in his head? Seeing you all dolled up in your outside-of-work attire—he had dreams about it. If you were a sight for sore eyes now, he couldn’t imagine how he would feel outside of the work space.

“I’ll think about it.” The blonde declared, attempting to fool you with a playing-hard-to-get facade. Hawks couldn’t allow himself to seem too eager to go on an outing with you.

He had imagined this thousands of times. A life with you outside of work—as creepy as it sounds, he thought it was more bittersweet. His imagination didn’t run too wild, just a string of dates and whatnot.

“Think I can get an answer by Christmas?” You asked, shutting your laptop completely as you sunk into your rolling chair comfortably.

Hawks copied your movement, closing his computer and stretching his arms high above his head. The bottom of his shirt lifted slightly, giving you a glimpse of his abs beneath his compression shirt. He took note of your staring.

“So demanding.” The hero slumped in the chair, leaning back into the cushioned seat. Hawks’ playful tone filled the atmosphere, “Since when were you the boss lady?”

You shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest, “Since I have to work on Christmas all because of your doing. The least you can do is give me an answer in advance.”

Unfortunately, you were scheduled to go assess prisoners on Christmas day when you could’ve been at home relaxing.

“Oh, come on, it won’t be that bad. Plus, you get to see me.” Hawks spoke, a sly smile accompanying his words.

“Yeah, you and mind numbing criminals. My favorite combination.” You rolled your eyes, averting your gaze to the deep blue night sky outside your window, dotted with white specks that were nearly invisible by the city’s light pollution.

Hawks could sense your frustration behind the humorous comments you were making. He felt a tinge in his chest, feeling guilty for your emotions.

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner after work on Christmas, then? Will that make up for it?”

Your eyes widened at the peculiar offer. The foreign invite from Hawks sparked something in you. Flattery? Curiosity? Whatever it was, it made the little voice in the back of your head gnaw at you, telling you to do it. Wouldn’t it be unprofessional of you? What would his bosses say? Inviting an employee to a non-work related event.

Hawks couldn’t read your mind, but he could read your expression pretty well. He could tell you were shocked by the personal request. To be quite honest, he liked that. Hawks liked the spontaneous factors played into his life, and you happened to be one of them.

The higher ups suddenly alerted him of a new hiree he would be receiving at his agency. “Great,” was all he could think of with an eye roll. Hawks was never one for teaching others. Whenever he hired someone, he made sure that they were capable of all tasks he asked of them—he was strict on that policy. Part of it was because he had no time for it, but the other half was his impatience.

However, when he first met you, he didn’t feel impatient or frustrated with your work ethic. In fact, he was afraid to admit you worked harder and faster than him. That’s why Hawks was so infatuated with you. You went at his exact pace—which was never matched by anyone ever.

“Dinner and milkshakes.” You added, only agreeing to going out with him if a sweet treat was added in.

Hawks chuckled, “Alright, now you’re milking it.”

You looked at him with a serious expression, an awful attempt to state your point. Hawks eventually gave in from just seeing you and your poor attitude.

“Fine.” Hawks stood from his chair, towering over your desk. You found it intimidating, but in a way that you were encaptured by his essence.

You couldn’t care less about your small victory at the moment, you were more focused on maintaining eye contact with the man. You could feel your breathing become more erratic the longer you stared. He was making you nervous.

Hawks had to hold himself back from you. He was afraid to keep eye contact, but failed to look away anytime his brain signaled him to. The heaviness in the room remained at a standstill still. There had always been tension between you two. Ever since you started working at the agency; though you innocently thought it was the work environment. It was different, this strain was thick.

The intimacy was finally cut once there was a knock at your office door. You quickly straightened up in your chair while Hawks returned to his laid-back self.

“So dinner and milkshakes?” You asked, looking between Hawks and the door before finally settling your gaze on the man in front of you. He nodded in response, to which you responded, “Great.”

As Hawks turned toward the door, he spoke over his shoulder, something you could barely hear. However, the message was loud and clear in your head as to what Hawks wanted out of this partnership.

“It’s a date.”

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a/n: hi, happy holidays everyone !! it’s been awhile, but i had a post idea and basically did a word vomite here and this is what i came up with. if you guys want a part 2 let me know !!

[embrosegraves]

𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖

Max Verstappen x Reader  Max just wants to show his love for you 

A pre-graduation gift!

Part 1 of a very fluffy 2 part Fic. I've decided to put all of my Sugar Daddy fics (because there will be more) into their own universe. I dub thee, The Sugar -verse!

Max was a man of his word. This meant that if he said he was going to do something, he would do it. Even if he said he would leave you alone to study. Of course he would pout a bit but he would leave you to do your thing. Most of all it meant that he absolutely would NOT change his mind after he utters the words “I’m going to…” when it came to spoiling you. 

In order to avoid the wrath he was sure to incur from you, he would often say it under his breath or he would think them so as to avoid you hearing them. Because Lord knows what you would make him promise  if you heard the things he was to purchase for you. In his opinion the laptop was nowhere near expensive enough. It made you happy though so he didn’t complain. Too much. 

Now however, Max didn’t see the problem in spending as much as he could on you. You were graduating with your degree after years and years of hard work. You deserved to be given whatever it was you wanted to have. And despite what you said, Max was very aware of his spending habits. Which is why when there was only a month until your graduation, he bought extra cabinets and shoe racks for him to build. 

Closer and closer the date crept up until it was the day before you graduated. Max had made sure that when you came home in the evening, there was a hot bath ready for you to soak in, a glass of your favourite wine and a plate of your favourite dinner meal ready on the bath tray. He was prepared to dote on you for however long you let him. Before you went to bed that night, Max decided that it wouldn’t hurt to give you at least one gift now. 

“Schat, I have something to give you.” 

You turned around in his arms so you could look at him properly. Times like this, when you would just be surrounded by him in comfort, were always your favourite thing. You would probably trade all the money in the world if it meant you could keep Max for yourself. Max wouldn’t make the same trade because that would mean that he couldn’t spend anything on you like he thought you deserved. 

“I’ve already been given so much tonight, My Love.” 

Max frowned a little when you spoke. He hadn’t given you anything yet. What did you mean you had been given so much? Seeing Max’s confusion you elaborated a little. 

“I’ve been given an entire evening to spend around you. I’ve been given all my favourite things and now I get to just lay here with you, which I think is the greatest gift of them all.” 

Max was thankful that most of the lights had been turned off. He could feel his face heating up. He buried his face between your neck and shoulder, giving you a light kiss. 

“I want to give you something you can wear tomorrow.” 

“Max.” Your voice was stern. 

“It’s something small, don’t worry.” 

“Just because it’s small doesn’t mean it wasn’t expensive, Max. What did you buy?” 

“A necklace.” Came Max’s muffled reply. He had been placing soft kisses to your skin the whole time. 

You closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling before you gently grabbed his face and moved it to look at you. Protests of “I wasn’t finished kissing” fell through Max’s mouth as you did. 

“Can you justify it?” You asked. Max looked like a pouting child, but he nodded. 

“I bought it because you’re graduating tomorrow and it’s a simple one so you can wear it every day and not just at fancy places.” It was a simple justification, but dammit he was right. You playfully scoffed but allowed him to get the necklace so he could give it to you. You felt an indescribable amount of love when you saw him get up with a big grin on his face. 

When he gave you the box for it, he sat in front of you like a kid waiting to show their parents a drawing they were proud of. Opening the box, you gasped and covered your mouth. The necklace was beautiful. A dainty gold chain with Max’s initial and your birthstone. 

“Max, this is beautiful.” Your voice was barely a whisper. You could hardly speak. It was simple, like he had said, but it was easily one of the most gorgeous things you had. 

“Will you wear it tomorrow?” Max seemed almost nervous as he asked you to wear his initial around your neck. 

In response you flung your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, tears welling up in your eyes. His arms circled around your waist in reflex to keep you steady. 

“I’m never taking it off.” You breathed near his ear. A few moments later you detached yourself and held the necklace towards him. 

“Put it on for me?”

Neither of your smiles left your faces, even as you eventually succumbed to sleep.

The necklace looks similar to these necklaces I saw on facebook lmao

[patscorner]

FAMILY DINNER PART 3

Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned

Tw: Swearing, narcissistic dad, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, use of taser, police, mentions of ed(NO DETAIL), lmk if I missed something

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The door swings open, and your eyes widen. You're met with two police officers, hands on their tasers, faces of stone. Behind them are 3 cop cars all parked haphazardly on your front lawn.

How long were you out of it? Who called them? Why are there so many of them?

You gasp, and Chris squeezes your hand. You look at him before looking at the officer. "Hi, how can I help you?" You ask, not even attempting to hide the nervousness.

"Hey, we got a call from a David, saying that he was attacked." The officer looked at Chris with raised eyebrows. "You wanna tell me what happened to your face, kid?"

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." You speak out. "DAD?!" You yell into the house leaving Chris behind, and turning around and frantically searching for your father. You walk into every single room and not a David in sight.

When you get to the one room you hadn't checked, you notice it's locked. You put your ear to the door and listen closely. "Dad?" You ask loudly. All you get for an answer is soft sobs. Shit.

You reach on top of the door frame and grab a small key, swiftly unlocking the door. You swing the door open, looking frantically for the sound of the sobs. The lights off, so you turn it on, only to be met with your younger sister, Julia. She's sitting on the floor of the closet in the fetal position, just like you had been a couple of years prior. Your heart broke as she reminded you of your past experiences of this fucked up family.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby, hi." You say, kneeling down to her and pulling her onto your chest. Her sniffles turn into harsh sobs as she melts into your chest.You run your hands through your sisters curls as you feel your chest tighten with sympathy.

"Shhh, it's okay... it's okay." You whisper in her hair, planting a kiss. "What happened, baby?" You ask, pulling away to look at her face. Julia wipes her tears, looking up at you sadly.

"You don't know?" Her voice cracks. You tilt your head in confusion, waiting for her to elaborate. "Unless you're talking about dinner, I have no idea." You say. Julia sighs, looking down at her hands.

“Take your time. Don’t rush it.” You run your hair through her curls. She sighs deeply, closing her eyes before speaking. “While you were… away…” She smiles, and you laugh slightly. Julia always had a way of lightening the mood with humor, much like Nick. “Dad got upset. He… he had your boyfriend...”

Your heart sinks, knowing whatever comes out of her mouth could either be a gift, or a curse.

“Your boyfriend punched him… and then the one with the cool necklace pulled him off- and- and then dad came into the living room…” You feel her heart rate pick up as you pull her impossibly closer. You have no idea what’s coming next, and at this point, you don’t know if you want to. “Shhh, slow down.” You drag your hands through Julia’s hair, providing comfort for the both of you.

She takes a deep, shaky breath. “Dad, he yelled at Maya. And James came and stood in front of her. James wouldn’t move, and so Dad pushed him… and the blonde boy-Nick, I think- he hit Dad. And the man with the necklace had to hold him and Chris. Mom was crying, and Maya, too.” She breathes out. “She called the police… and Dad took the phone and told them that he was attacked.”

You nod slowly, anxiety growing deeper as you remember Chris’s bruised face, realizing that it looked worse than before. “I’m sorry.” Julia whispers so softly, you almost miss it. You shake your head and squeeze her tighter, if that was even possible.

“It’s not your fault, it’s never your fault. Do not blame yourself, it’s not your fault that you were born into this fucked up family. It’ll be okay, love.” You say. A comfortable silence falls between you two, the only thing being heard is her sniffles. You feel tears brim your eyes as you realize, Julia is a younger you. This was you only five years ago. This was you crying in Peter’s arms. This was YOU, praying for the yelling to stop, hoping your parents would come to their senses and just hug you. You were heartbroken that after all this time, nothing had changed. Your prayers were left unanswered, and your hope had dissipated over the years, slowly accepting the fact that your family was fucked, and there was nothing you could do to change it. After all this time, it was still the same. And you pray that it changes by the time Maya is 15.

The peace only lasts for a short moment (per usual), as loud screaming could be heard from downstairs. You both take a deep breath as you both stand up and go investigate. You take Julia’s hand in yours, pulling her behind you until you reach the bottom of the stairs. “Take Maya upstairs, keep her calm, she’s seen more than enough.”

“But-”

“It’ll be okay, Jules. Protect her, please. I’ll find James, and he’ll be up there soon.” You watch tears fill her eyes once more, before pulling her into a quick, heartfelt hug. You kiss her forehead before turning around and running outside. If the neighborhood didn’t know of your dysfunctional family, they sure as hell do now.

The scene outside is chaos. Nick is yelling at the top of his lungs, having to be held back by an officer and Matt. His screams are directed to your dad, who is on the ground, Chris on top of him, who also has officers attempting to hold him back. You knew Chris was strong, but you didn’t know he was able to hold off two officers, as well as still throwing punches at your dad.

All you can do is watch in shock, until you notice an officer reach for his taser. “WAI- '' your cut off by the sound of the prongs of the taser being released into the air, attaching themselves to Chris, eliciting a loud, strained groan from the boy. The groan held for a couple of seconds, until you hear Chris gasp for air, as his muscles relax.

“You stupid motherfucker! You’re tasing the wrong person! Maybe try tasing the abuser!” Nick hollers as you all watch Chris be put in handcuffs. “Get the fuck off of him!” Matt yells, leaving Nick’s side, moving quickly towards the officer, but he’s stopped before he can do anything stupid.

“Back the fuck up!” The officer shouts, pointing the taser at him. “I know you’re upset, but you need to calm the fuck down. Or else everybody’s going to jail.” Matt puts his hands up in defense, as he watches the other officer put your dad in cuffs. You scoff as you see your father putting on a face of fake innocence, one he’s been using for years, one you know all too well. Chris is put into the back of the cruiser, the officer getting into the driver's seat.

Nick isn’t yelling anymore, but he’s speaking passionately to the officer. You really commend the officers you were given this time around. Previous run-ins with law enforcement told you that they could either be real dicks, or the best people you’ve ever met, no in between. Matt had made his way over to you, hugging you tightly, as you started to come back to reality.

You don’t know when you started crying, but the tears fell regardless. Matt shushed you, just as Chris did earlier, accept this time, you were interrupted. “Hey, we need to talk to you guys,” a voice rings from behind you. You look up as Matt turns around to see one of the officers, with Nick behind him. You glance back into the house, seeing James, eyes wide with horror.

You looked at Matt. “Can you go with him, please? I gotta make sure Chr-” Matt cuts you off with a hug. “Of course, go handle your shit, I got ‘em.” You nod into his chest, before flashing James a weak smile. Matt turns around, leading James upstairs, presumably to find Jules and Maya.

You turn around, meeting the apologetic eyes of Nick, and the sympathetic gaze of the officer. You sigh, sitting down on the wooden steps. “What do you need to know?” you spoke out, starting to get a headache from tonight. You just want it to be over. You wished it was a bad dream..

“Listen, I know you’ve had a long night, so I’m gonna try and get out of your hair as soon as possible, especially because I know there’s kids inside.” The officer spoke kindly, something you didn’t expect. “I’m Officer Garroth, and I’ll just start off with some basic questions.”

You nodded, and answered the same questions you’d been asked many times before, once again reminding you of your childhood. “Okay, so what happened tonight?” you sigh deeply. “I’m not really sure. I remember an altercation with my dad and Chris at dinner, but after that, I have no idea.” Officer Garroth tilted his head, confused by your wording. You look at Nick, who nods, convincing you to continue speaking.

“My brain does this thing, that the second shit gets all wild, and like, aggressive, I just shut down. I don’t have any idea what’s going on around me, like my brain puts me in a little bubble.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “My therapist said it’s from all the past yelling and… all of this, at such a young age, it’s a coping mechanism.” You look up at the officer, who writes all of this down, careful not to miss anything.

“You said this has happened before?” He asked, pushing for more information. You nod. “So many times.” you whisper, licking your lips as you look down. He hums in response. “Alright, thank you. I’ll be back.” he said as he turned to walk away.

“Wait-” you say, cringing at your fragile voice, pathetically trying to gain volume. “Is he going to jail?” you weren’t 100% sure who you were referring to, your dad or your boyfriend. On one hand, you know that your dad should be imprisoned, for everything he’s done to your mom, for everything he’s said to your siblings, to you. But you also know how little control your mom actually has, and how hard it’d be for her to take care of three kids on her own. How little she’s actually done for any of you. She just stood back and watched as you and your siblings took the brunt of your fathers drunken, and sometimes sober, anger.

Chris, on the other hand, his anger was understood. His was warranted, you just wished he would have kept his cool, just a little longer. But you don’t blame him. Chris had grown up under the impression that family was everything, that when the whole world is seemingly against you, you’ve got your family behind you, to help you carry the burdens that weigh you down. But that’s not the case for everyone, 75% of families consider themselves dysfunctional. And Chris had just witnessed firsthand that you are a part of that percentage. It was overwhelming, and Chris had no idea someone so sweet, so caring, could come from people who didn’t give a shit at all.

Officer Garroth smiled sadly. “I’ll see what I can do. Hang tight.” he turned away and this time you let him walk away. You didn’t have any tears left, but you still felt like crying. What a fucking disaster. Nick put his hand on your shoulder, before pulling you into a hug. You melted into his arms, angry at him, angry at your mom, your dad, and even Chris.

“Why? Why couldn’t they just be normal.” You say, your voice muffled in Nick’s hoodie. He just holds you, shushing you occasionally. “It’s not your fault, love. A daughter shouldn’t have to beg their father for a relationship.” You laugh, tears starting to fall down your face. “Fuck you, I just stopped crying.”

Nick laughed, pulling away, wiping your tears. “Sorry, babes.” he shrugged. You shook your head, looking up towards the two police cruisers. “Home sweet home.” Nick leaned against you. You eye a black Camaro on the end of the street, the headlights off, but the car on. You go to say something, but before you can, you notice Officer Garroth coming towards you.

You instinctively sit up, Nick’s face furrows in confusion, but when he realizes who’s coming, he also sits up. You pray that Chrsi doesn’t go to jail, that your father isn’t that cruel to actually press charges.

“Alright, so I have good news and bad news. Unfortunately, there’s more bad than good.” he says. You nod. “What’s the good news?” Nick asks.

“Well, David is going to jail. Resisting arrest, and assaulting an officer. He could potentially gain more charges based on what you told me, as well as your mother, for child neglect.” You nod, not really knowing how to feel. You don’t care about them, not as much as you care about Chris at least. “What about Chris?” you ask.

Officer Garroth cleared his throat. “That’s the bad news. He’s probably also going to jail tonight. He did resist arrest. He also could be charged with assault and battery, but that’s highly unlikely, considering who he assaulted and why. If he gets a nice judge, those charges could easily be dropped.” Your heart drops with disappointment, you were hoping for something better than that. “How much would it be to bail him out, tonight?” You weren’t particularly fond of the idea of Chris spending the night in jail, and although he’d proven he could handle himself, jail was much different than fighting your girlfriend's abusive father.

“There's more bad news. He probably can’t be bailed out tonight, but you’d have to ask the county jail commissioner. And if he could be, it’s not cheap. 60 grand at least.” Your eyebrows raise as Nick gasps in surprise. “What the fuck? 60 grand for WHAT? 60k for him beating the fuck out of an abuser??” Nick spoke out. You put your hand on his shoulder, knowing the officer can’t do anything, and he’s just relaying information. Not that that’d stop Nick, he’d shot the messenger many times before, and he was afraid to do it again, whether that person was on law enforcement or not. Nick took a deep breath before looking down at his shoes. The poor boy was just as stressed as you, although you were used to this, desensitized to the adrenaline rush,

“Okay. Can I talk to Chris before you leave?” You ask, hopeful. The officer hesitates, but after considering the circumstances, he nods, walking you to the cruiser Chris is in the back of.

He unlocks the door, and you open it, making eye contact with Chris’s glossy blue eyes. “Baby.” his voice cracked as you leaned in and gave him a hug. He sniffled into your shoulder. “ ‘m so sorry. ‘m so fucking sorry, ma.” his voice muffled by your shirt, as you feel his tears soaking through it.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. I know. You did what you thought was right.” You say, your voice cracking once again. Chris pulls away, looking you in your eyes. Your hands go up to cup his jaw, thumbs running over the bruises littered all over his face, leading down to the cut on his lip. He winces and you look at him apologetically.

“Are you okay?” Chris spoke out softly. You shake your head. “Not yet, but as soon as we get you outta here, I will be.” Chris nods, leaning his forehead against yours. You pull him into a passionate kiss, your hands still cupping his jaw. He sighs into the kiss, whining when you pull away. “God, I fucking love you.” he whispered.

“I love you, too, baby. How’s your back?” you say pulling away. “Electric.” He flashed you a toothy smile. You smile and roll your eyes. “Seriously. How are you feeling? Anything hurt too bad?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s nothing, baby. Getting tased hurts like a bitch, though.” He said, looking towards the driver's seat, where the officer who tased him typed on a computer.

“Sorry, son, just business.” the officer spoke. You chuckled lightly, looking back at Chris. He was already looking at you, examining your features.

“You should get some sleep, ma. I know you're exhausted.” You shake your head. “I’m not sleeping tonight and you know that.”

“Alright, love birds, time is up. Sorry to break this up.” the officer from the front seat called. “The other cruiser just left, so it’s our turn.”

You sigh, kissing Chris once more. “We’ll be there as soon as they allow you visitors. I’ll do whatever I can to get you out.” Chris nods. “Don’t worry, ma. I got this. I’ll be alright.”

“You better. I can’t lose you, too.”

You nod, backing up, and before you close the door, you both exchange ‘I love yous’. You back up, letting the cruiser pull out of your driveway.

You back up into Nick’s arms, sighing deeply. “Where are we going to get 60 grand?” you speak out quietly. Nick breathes in. “I have no idea.”

Suddenly, an unfamiliar but familiar voice meets your ears. “I do.”

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[magicicephoenix]

I cannot wait to see more this au because I swear I am gobbling it up so hard rn

Can you leave us a few tidbits about this au owo?

i’m glad y’all are excited about it bc i am brainrotting SO HARD over these jokesters rhrhhhh

tidbits! absolutely i'll give you tidbits!!!

to set things straight! the Moon takes the role of the Doctor and the Sun takes the place of the Master. and Y/N is the Moon's companion of course.

Y/N ran into Moon while he was investigating some mystery (still figuring it out it’ll be really cool i prommy) and got tangled up in the danger. as seen in the initial post, Moon abruptly wraps a small blue ribbon with a little brass bell on their wrist, saying it’s “to be safe,” whatever that means. Y/N asks and while Moon does later elaborate (again, i’ll let y’all know that reason when i hammer out the mystery) there is something he leaves out in his explanation. he encourages Y/N to keep it afterwards, for extra safety, so they just end up wearing it permanently.

Y/N is a classic ‘nobody’ character. in their twenties, living alone, somewhat distant from their family, previously working a crappy job… they were in the perfect position to join Moon on his travelling.

the little necklace/collar things around Moon (and Sun)'s neck is a cloaking device! it's for if he goes into a time where cyborgs and animatronics aren't accepted as living beings; it conceals his non-organic-ness so no one notices (yes, this applies to Y/N at the start. they did Not know he wasn't human when they first met. and Moon would not have told them if his cover wasn't forcibly blown). it's kinda like the perception filter in that it doesn't project anything to cover him up, just encourages the mind to ignore anything about him that would cause trouble. and there is a reason that Moon's has a sun on it and Sun's has a moon on it. :)

finally, in the beginning of the au Moon has no idea Sun is alive. he is conflicted about it but mostly very very sad. doesn’t tell Y/N a peep about it though. internalizing! *throws confetti* something he and Sun have had in common.

[judesmoonbeauty]

2024 Villain’s Festival: Jude Jazza Bonus Story Part 1 ♛

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Please note, I will translate what I am able to obtain during the event. This is a two-part story with part two only available to those who rank. I can not guarantee I will receive part two. Part 2 was achieved.

Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with///

Kate: Haa…

(Yesterday, Victor's momentum got me nodding my head…..)

(It's a lot of responsibility to decide where all that money goes.)

Starting today, I’m sure they’ll go after my heart any way they can for the bonus.

(But, I don't think I can stand the thought of being targeted for a while….)

I think I understand a little better now how the criminals targeted by the Crown feel.

I'd like to hide myself at least for the morning to prepare my mind.

(Okay, I got out of there without anyone finding me….!)

(Let's just stay out here and kill some time and go back in this afternoon.)

???: Where are you going out so early in the morning, Princess?

(This voice is…?)

Kate: Jude…?

I slowly turned around and saw Jude standing at the gate under the dazzling morning sun.

(I knew it was Jude. But there was something wrong with the way he just spoke.)

Jude: What’s wrong? You’re making a strange face.

Kate: What's wrong with…..the way your talking?

Jude: You’re curious?

Jude: I wondered if this way of speaking will make you like me more.…..

Kate: Huh? Like?

Jude: Ah...I almost forgot. I bought this because I thought you would like it.

He hands me a paper bag, manipulating his beautiful Queen's English even though he is not at work.***(See T/L at the bottom).

It was a paper bag from my favorite bakery. The bag was warm and smelled good, as if it was freshly baked.

Kate: I can have this?

Jude: Of course. I bought it for you.

Jude: I just think it's a bit much for one person to eat.

Jude: I'm hoping we can have breakfast together…..what do you think? 

Kate: “What do I think”?!

(I can't believe you asked me for my opinion…..!? Who is this, could it be prank ......!?)

It was almost as if Victor would jump out and say something like, "Yeah! It was a huge success!

Jude is being totally strange right now.

Kate: Um, have you been working too much? Or did you hit your head?

Jude: What makes you think that?

Kate: Because you’re acting too strange! I think you should see Roger!

Jude: Am I sick? There's nothing wrong with me……but if so, I hope you’ll take care of me, Kate.

Jude scooped up my hand in a flowing gesture and dropped a kiss on its fingertips.

Kate: Eek….!!

Jude: …….

I thought I saw a vein on Jude's temple rise when he saw me scream.

I may have seen it wrong, though, because it disappeared in an instant.

Jude: I've only recently fallen for you by accident, so it's no wonder that you’re surprised.

Jude: What do you think? What if we went on a date for the day, and I let you know how I feel about you?

(Oh, he stared acting strange since today...... perhaps, without a doubt.)

Kate: Jude, did you do something elaborate like this just to collect all the bonuses?!

Jude: No way….

Kate: Because, even if heaven and earth were to topple over, there’s no way that you would fall in love with me, Jude. 

Jude: ……..

Kate: See, I knew it!

Kate: If you can get money just by spoiling me, you’d think it’s worth the money! 

Jude: Haa…..***(See T/L note at the bottom)

With a sigh, the mask of the pasted-on smile crumbled.

Jude: Ya know exactly what I’m doin’….If ya know that much, then give me what I want.

The sweet atmosphere from earlier has completely changed. Jude shoots me a sharp look.

I felt a little relieved because his eyes, which held a dangerous light, were the same as usual.

Kate: Give it…..

Jude: The winner's necklace. Ya wear it, don'tcha?

Kate: I will not give it to you!

Kate: This is my very heart and I will not give it when threatened. Because those are the rules. 

Jude: Tsk, how annoyin’. If you're gonna talk about rules, whaddaboutcha, who tried to escape from the review?

Kate: I’m not trying to escape….

Jude: If ya weren't gonna run away, where were ya goin’ to go out so early in the morning?

Kate: That’s…

Jude: Oh, I remember now. Ya were gonna go out with me, weren'tcha?

Kate: What? I didn’t promise that….

Jude: Is there any other reason why ya left the castle so early in the mornin’ other than your plans with me?

Jude: I can't imagine. Why don't we ask some of the other guys?

Kate: Is that...a threat that if I don't go out with you, you'll reveal that I tried to run away?

Jude: If that's whatcha think, then that's whatcha think.

Jude: So, whaddya doin’ today?

Kate: …….

Kate: I'm going out with you Jude.….

As I gave up and accepted the proposal, Jude smiled wryly, as if convinced of victory.

***Queen’s English. This is a literal translation. According to Cambridge Dictionary: the English language as it is spoken in the south of England, considered by some people as a standard of good English. Essentially, Jude is speaking proper, well-educated English when trying to woo Kate. 

***I believe it's self-explanatory, but I went all out on his informal speech just to contrast it with his proper English that was described as beautiful by Kate.

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ANDREW GARFIELD

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between platforms | l.dh

genre ➳  1930s historical au, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers pairings ➳ private investigator!donghyuck x dancer!reader  word count ➳  5.3k warnings ➳ mentions of anxiety, gets a little suggestive at the end info ➳  the route and setting are inspired by the orient express!

It’s unpleasant to start the night off with crime.

Donghyuck would also argue that it’s unpleasant to start off anything in general with breaking the law, but private investigators don’t often get the best pick of the bunch.

The furnishings of the first-class cabin are satisfactory at least, velvet drapes dragging along the marble floor. His tea sits on the small table, wisps of smoke occasionally drifting up and dissipating into nothing as he flips through the newspaper clippings.

He’s always preferred clients with deep pockets, because of the benefits allowed. However, they’re infuriating in their own way - he has much better things to be doing than looking for a lost diamond necklace worth a few million dollars. He doubts it could be a third-class passenger, for the sole fact that they barely have access to the carriage. Even a second-class passenger would stick out like a sore thumb, their good clothes nowhere near the ornate finery that members of the nobility lived in.

To his knowledge, there’s only one other passenger sharing this carriage with him.

Donghyuck stands up abruptly and pushes the door, hard enough for the hinges to creak unstably. At the other end is an identical one, and he hesitates slightly, even though the captain’s given him full permission to investigate. It seems money and title will open most doors, metaphorically and literally.

He’s never been one to back down from a challenge, however, and few first-class passengers are worthy adversaries. Donghyuck’s good at making people feel important, something that many of them heavily appreciate.

When the door opens, he sees a little boy who barely reaches up to his shoulder. “Oh. Hello,” he greets, eyes widened in shock.

This is most definitely not his target, and it seems strange that a child would be left alone in a cabin.

Until there’s a disembodied voice from behind, clear as day.

“Sungjin, is that the porter? Let him in.”

Donghyuck clears his throat, stepping in before the boy can reply. “Unfortunately, no. I’m Lee Donghyuck,” he says, watching as your expression remains blank. It’s obvious that you’re no older than him, the elaborate coif of your hair betraying your wealth.

Still, your face doesn’t ring any bells, and considering Donghyuck’s familiar with most of the nobility, it’s suspicious. Especially considering the fact that you have a child with you, whose name is also not one he recognises.

“Well, Lee Donghyuck, can you help me move the table to the other side of the room?” Your arms are crossed now, staring down the intruder who has interrupted your afternoon.

“I’m a private investigator. And I’m here to take your statement-”

“Help me move the table, and then we can talk,” you cut him off without a second thought, and Donghyuck’s momentarily taken aback, before he relents. He has a feeling that if he doesn’t help, you might just kick him out of the cabin forcefully.

When he’s standing opposite you, Donghyuck takes the chance to observe, his eyes pausing on your gloves. They’re pale green silk, tapering delicately at the fingers. Despite that, you don’t hesitate to grab onto the other end of the table. “Where do you want it?” He asks, and you tilt your chin towards the window. “Just there.”

The moment that’s done, however, you extend a hand out, expression looking slightly friendlier. “Y/N. A pleasure to meet you, Donghyuck.” Your grip is firm when you shake his hand, and there’s a mixture of doubt and confusion swirling in him from the first-name basis that you’ve established.

“It would be good if I could speak to you alone, without your son,” he mutters, watching as your features morph from surprise to amusement. The way you let out a laugh makes Donghyuck feel as if there’s a secret only he’s not privy to.

“Sungjin’s my younger brother, not my son. Do I really look that old?” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice as you look at him, and Donghyuck shakes his head vehemently. Embarrassment prickles painfully at the back of his neck, and you smile slightly.

“Sungjin, go to the bedroom for a bit. I need to talk to him,” you instruct, and Donghyuck watches as the young boy listens obediently, disappearing past another door. Once he’s gone, you turn around, settling on the chaise. “I heard about your investigation from the other passengers. So, how can I help you? ”

“I need to know where you were in the evening two days ago, and it would be good if someone could provide an alibi.” You hum at that, rubbing your fingers over the material of your gloves.

“I was with Sungjin the entire time. We had dinner in the main saloon, and then spent the rest of the night playing chess,” you recount, and Donghyuck slots that information away. “If I may ask-” he swallows nervously, before continuing, “-where are your parents?”

Your eyes turn harder at that, back stiffening slightly. “There are no parents in the picture. It’s just me and Sungjin,” you bite out, and Donghyuck’s eyebrows furrow.

How the hell are you paying for this cabin, then? Two first-class tickets, one for a child, no less.

“I’m a performer, if you have to know. The trip is being paid for by a client,” you explain, and that puts together some of the puzzle pieces for him, but not all. Donghyuck wants to ask more, but the questions he has would derail from the case itself.

No wonder he didn’t recognise you.

But what client would pay hundreds for a performer and her brother? Unless there were other aspects of your job that you had to fulfil. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth at the thought of that.

You seem to understand the questions swirling in his mind, taking it upon yourself to answer them.

“I’m on contract, and I’ll be working in Venice for a year,” you continue, fingers drumming against the smooth hardwood of the armrest. Donghyuck nods reflexively, realising that any further questions would be aimless and purely to satisfy his own curiosity. You’re likely not the culprit, even if you look perfectly capable of charming most people into believing you.

“You should come to one of my shows. I’ll save a table for you if you write in advance.” The tilt of your smile holds a promise, one that causes heat to prickle at the back of his neck.

Even if Donghyuck doesn’t think you’re guilty, he definitely doesn’t trust you. He wipes his hands against the linen of his pants, before standing up.

“Thank you. I’ll consider it.” He��s definitely never going to see you again.

You don’t respond, but your gaze follows as Donghyuck nods in farewell, and even as he slides the cabin door behind him. There’s a tense knot in his throat, and Donghyuck’s not entirely sure why he’s so on edge. Maybe it’s you, with your sharp eyes that unsettle and fascinate him in equal measure.

The next time Donghyuck sees you, the train has passed Lausanne, and his notebook is filled with information on each of the first-class passengers. You included, and he had asked around out of curiosity. Y/N L/N, age unknown (though definitely younger than twenty-five), and a dancer bound for stardom. Still, your family history or lack thereof is the least of Donghyuck’s considerations.

He hates the uncertainty that gnaws at him, the multiple questions that lead to nowhere. Quite frankly, it’s bizarre, and he’s never met a case where he doesn’t even have a lead to follow.

Donghyuck’s pacing holes into the carpet when there’s a sharp knock on the door, and it swings open to reveal you with your hair down and a robe hastily thrown over your sleeping attire.

It’s modest, passably so, but having you in front of him like this makes Donghyuck’s heart speed up imperceptibly. Maybe he’s been spending too much time with the higher echelons of society, too used to their measured decorum and standards.

You’re not even wearing shoes, eyes frantic as you go into his room without a second thought.

“You’re a private investigator, aren’t you? Does that mean-” you swallow thickly, fists clenched before you continue “-you can find people?”

Your question quickly draws Donghyuck’s attention, and he feels his brow crease. “Depends. But yes.”

In the poor light, it looks like you might have been crying.

“It’s Sungjin. He said he wanted to play with the kids, so I let him go to the other carriage, but it’s been hours and no…no one’s seen him since lunch.” Your breathing is ragged, indicative of the panic that’s been clawing at you for a while. Donghyuck may not know you well, but he rushes over anyways, placing his hands on your shoulders in an attempt for comfort.

“Calm down. Listen to me. Do you know if he got off the train?” His mind goes to the worst case scenario, that Sungjin may have been left in Lausanne. You shake your head, rubbing away at the tears brimming. “He’s a smart boy. Unless-” you look up at Donghyuck in alarm. “What if someone took him?”

It’s not impossible. Donghyuck’s heard of it, kidnappers who target first-class passengers for ransom. Children are easy to convince, especially with the right motivation. But he’s not sure how you might react, so he bites his tongue. “He might just have gotten lost. This train is big,” he assures.

But that’s also a problem in itself. Hundreds of passengers and over thirty different cabins - even if your brother is perfectly safe, it’ll take a good while to locate him.

Still, Donghyuck can’t shake the image of the young, doe-eyed boy who pulled the door open for him. He guides you to the chair, placing a call for hot tea before settling down opposite you. You’ve fallen silent, staring off into nothingness.

“You last saw him during lunch. Do you know which kids he was with?”

“Some of the second-class passengers. He said the first-class kids are hard to get along with. I went to get him before the restaurant service started, but he wasn’t there,” you start, thumbs smoothing over your gloves.

Donghyuck hums, before standing up. You watch him, as if scared that he’ll leave. “I’ll go to the other carriages to ask around. It isn’t very safe for you to wander around like this.”

He may be a gentleman, but Donghyuck’s not exactly sure how much he trusts the rest of the people on this train. There’s no denying that you’re pretty, even for a performer.

“There’s already tea coming up, so rest for a bit. If I don’t find anything within the hour, I’ll come back,” he tells you, and you nod without further resistance. “Thank you,” you mumble, and Donghyuck tries to make his smile as assuring as possible.

“No problem.”

The moment he steps into the next carriage, Donghyuck weaves through the milling passengers, ignoring the eyes that observe him curiously.

”Have you seen a young kid about this tall? In corduroy trousers.”

With each shake of the head that he receives, Donghyuck only moves even faster. Until he reaches the second-last carriage, muttering a soft prayer that he’ll finally get a clue.

When he reaches the middle, however, there’s a tug on his suit jacket, and Donghyuck looks down to see a young girl, hair neatly braided into symmetrical halves. He kneels down to match her height, shifting unsurely as she continues peering at him, eyes unreadable.

She’s definitely no older than eight, but her voice is level when she speaks.

“If you’re looking for a boy, I saw him there,” she whispers, and Donghyuck follows her pointed finger to a shut door.

“Thank you,” he says gratefully, before going over. The door is wrenched shut with a simple lock from the inside, and a realization dawns upon him as he steps out onto the platform. Donghyuck lets out a breath of relief when he sees Sungjin sitting at the very corner, the wind whipping aggressively at the both of them.

Sungjin is frozen to the bone, but whole and alive. The boy’s able to walk with the help of Donghyuck, back to the first-class cabin, albeit shivering terribly. In between the non-stop chattering of his teeth, Donghyuck’s able to piece together bits and pieces of information.

It’s a while later when you’re able to tuck Sungjin into bed, a plaintive expression on your face as you fold the blanket over him. Donghyuck leans against the wall, watching the entire affair absentmindedly until you gesture for him to follow you to the sitting room.

“He said the children shut him outside because they thought he was being uppity,” Donghyuck explains, watching as you take in the information and nod. “Aren’t you angry?” He asks, feeling the ugly hints of indignation rise in him at your surprisingly blank expression.

“Children can be mean when they don’t want to. I don’t think they thought that he would be stuck outside in the cold for hours. I’m just glad he’s safe,” you admit softly, and the anger in Donghyuck abates a little.

However, your gaze still remains dim, and Donghyuck can tell there’s something on your mind. “You can talk about it, if you want. It’s been a long day,” he assures, and watches as you turn towards him hesitantly.

“I just- sometimes I wonder if I’m doing enough as his sister. It’s already bad enough that Sungjin doesn’t get to grow up with parents, and then this happens too- I’m not sure what I can do to fix it,” you breathe out, the deep-set furrow in your eyes making you look older beyond your years.

Compared to Donghyuck, you’ve lived many more lives, evident from the weariness that resides in your gaze. When measured up against your worries, the things that keep him up at night seem painfully minuscule.

It’s also what convinces him to take your hands in his, watching as you glance up in mild surprise.

“You care for Sungjin. Anyone can see that. And trust me when I say most of the women- even most of the men I know couldn’t raise a child while earning enough to support themselves.” You let out a chuckle at that, and Donghyuck grins slightly.

“You’re doing your best, and sometimes it won’t feel like it’s enough, but-” Donghyuck’s voice turns lower now, more insistent. “- it’s more than enough. You just have to carry on,” he finishes, and you don’t pull your fingers away from his, instead leaning back to stare up at the mosaics on the ceiling.

Eventually, you turn to him, eyes glittering in the candlelight. “Thank you, Donghyuck. I needed that more than I thought I did.”

A certain naked vulnerability resides on your face as you say it, and Donghyuck finds it strange, the way he’s finding comfort in this situation as well. There’s not one friendly face on this train, and he supposes the both of you might be confidants in a way that two people who don’t belong in a place gravitate towards each other.

When Donghyuck wakes up, he’s starving.

The midday sun filters in through the one window in his bedroom, and he realises he’s slept in surprisingly late as he tugs on his jacket and goes down the corridor. The dining saloon is crowded at this time, most passengers still in the middle of their meals. He narrowly avoids bumping into a waiter juggling carafes of fresh juice, heading towards the queue.

Until he sidles up next to your familiar figure, nodding in greeting. “Good morning,” you say. Sungjin hides behind your dress, leaning out to take a peek at Donghyuck, and you nudge your brother to follow.

“How long have you been here?” Donghyuck asks, and you lift your shoulders in an effort to show nonchalance. “About an hour and a half,” you explain, causing him to frown. “And you’re still waiting?”

“Donghyuck, if one of your customers is a dancer with her younger brother who’s been waiting for an hour, and the other is a duke and his wife who came minutes ago, who would you give the table to?”

“You,” he replies without a second thought, and your face turns towards him, bemused. “That’s the wrong answer, unfortunately.”

He’s never had to face the problem of openly being ignored, but Donghyuck’s not stupid. The upper classes can be brutal in their treatment, and it’s something you have to endure, even if you paid the same price for the ticket that every other person did.

Until a mischievous smile appears on his face, and Donghyuck loops his arm through yours, dragging you to another queue. You look up at him, confused, but you still follow.

“Table for three, please,” he instructs, and the waiter nods, allowing the both of you to enter another section with Sungjin.

It’s only once you settle into the booth that you lean over. “Donghyuck, this is the queue for families,” you mutter, and he grins.

“Well, then we’ll just have to pretend, won’t we?”

There’s doubt on your face, but the moment you notice Sungjin eagerly flipping through the menu, you relent. Donghyuck watches, satisfied, as you tuck into the sweet rolls and bacon placed on the table. “Coffee?” he asks, and you shake your head. Your brother, however, gladly extends out his cup, and Donghyuck lets out a laugh of incredulity.

“How old are you?”

Sungjin smiles at him with his teeth. “Twelve.”

“He’s just using it as an excuse to take the sugar cubes,” you explain, but let Donghyuck give him the coffee anyways.

“Don’t drink too much, or you’ll get hyper,” you chide, and Sungjin nods, taking tentative sips.

It reminds Donghyuck of his family, the way the both of you interact.

Sungjin’s lucky to have you. Maybe if Donghyuck had an older sister, or brother even, to watch over him as carefully as you did Sungjin, he might have turned out differently.

You notice Donghyuck getting lost in thought, and use the sharing cutlery to place some food on his plate. “You should eat,” you say, smiling softly at him. He watches you go through the motions with the measured familiarity of someone used to watching out for others, not quite able to form words.

There’s a warmth that grips his heart as he looks down at the food on his plate, a feeling so unfamiliar that it knocks the breath out of his chest. Donghyuck knows that the three of you are simply sharing a booth, but something about it feels like you and Sungjin are letting him be part of your world, for just a little bit.

The coffee is bitter and the bun is cold by the time he takes a bite, but it might be one of the best meals he’s ever had.

“Oh. Regarding your investigation,” you sit up, as if suddenly recalling something. “I found something that might be of use.”

“Go on.”

“There’s a jewellery auction that happens in Milan once every five years. I bet you half of the people on this train are going there. Your culprit included,” you say, lowering your voice when a waiter strolls by.

“Seems kind of strange for someone to auction a stolen necklace, don’t you think? It’d be a call for getting arrested.”

“There’s a catch, Donghyuck. The people who provide the jewellery are allowed to remain anonymous, and so are the buyers. Most of the items auctioned aren’t exactly gained through legal means,” you continue, and your words sound plausible except for one part.

“How do you know about this?” He questions, gaze fixed on you. Your composure remains, however, as you take another sip of your tea. “The same client I told you about the first time I met you. They’re well-connected, to say the least.”

There’s an ugly feeling that rises in Donghyuck’s chest at the mention of your mystery patron, but he tamps it down. You’re helping him. Does it really matter to him what kind of people you’re entangled with?

He hates the answer that waits for him.

Still, Donghyuck knows that you have plenty of your own secrets, things that you’re definitely not going to share with a detective that you’ve known for less than a month. Even if he did save your brother, and the both of you have established a tentative sort of friendship over the few times that you sit in the reading room with him when sleep is difficult to find.

“The train stops at Milan in two days,” he muses, and you nod, before sliding over an embossed letter. “Here’s one invitation. It’s supposed to be for me, but you can have it,” you tell him, and Donghyuck inspects the velvety paper, before pocketing it.

“Thank you,”  he murmurs, and the corners of your mouth slant up slightly.

“Consider us even. For finding Sungjin.”

The weather’s gotten colder, and it becomes all the more obvious the moment Donghyuck steps into the station, traveling luggage in hand. He tries to bite back a shiver - at least it’s warmer than the bitter winters of Paris.

Donghyuck thinks he might like to move to a place where the sun always shines, where he can always feel the warmth on his back. He’s heard of places like that, even if they’re only in blurry pictures and vague news articles.

You’re standing next to him in an elegant woolen coat, the collar tugged high under your chin. It’s the first time Donghyuck’s seen you with your hair down since you barged into his cabin in the middle of the night, and he thinks you should leave it down more often. There’s a different kind of beauty to you, standing with your curls scattered haphazardly and your cheeks flushed from the cold.

“Well, I suppose this is it,” you say, and Donghyuck hopes that the sombreness of your voice is because you’re sad to see him go. Before he can tug off his glove to shake your hand, you pull him into a hug.

”Thank you for everything, Donghyuck. You’re a good friend.”

It’s wildly inappropriate, and likely enough to give any governess in the vicinity a heart attack, but Donghyuck could care less as he holds you close. Besides, he’s been quick to learn that you’re full of surprises.

Bizarre as it is, he’ll miss having a person who’s as full of life as he is. You’re like a spark that can’t be extinguished, eyes sparkling as you pull back to look at Donghyuck.

“If you become famous in Venice, I’ll tell people you’re an acquaintance of mine,” he says, causing you to let out a laugh. The sound is sharp but genuine as it settles into him. Until the train horn blares, and you turn towards it instinctively, expression clouding over with resignation.

“Until we meet again, then,” you promise, a gentle smile on your face.

Donghyuck remains silent. He’s not quite sure what he wants to say in this moment, but he lifts up his hand, waving, the moment you get on.

And then there’s a mighty, loud noise as the train pulls out of the station, coal billowing into the air. His eyes remain fixed on your figure until he’s left staring at empty train tracks and an endless expanse of bone-white snow. Even then, it takes a while for Donghyuck to get himself to turn around, and head in the direction of the city.

He wonders when he’ll see you again. If he does.

You’re breathless when you leave the stage, transitioning from a roaring audience to the chaos of the dressing room in full swing. The mirror greets you cheerily with the sight of yourself, dressed in a floor-length cocktail gown and silver eyeshadow.

However, it doesn’t point out the bags that reside under your eyes, or the dull ache from your heeled shoes. You’re quick to pull out the pins in your hair, sighing softly when the tightness on your head eases.

Despite the fatigue, however, you’re still mostly happy with the life you’re leading. Your home is a lovely apartment overlooking the river, Sungjin’s enrolled in a good academy, and you get to perform to a full house every week.

You’re not wealthy, but there’s sufficient to keep you and Sungjin afloat, and occasionally go for dinner at the trattoria a few streets away.

“There’s our star dancer.” Miya appears in the corner of your vision, smile stretching wide across her face. She’s been the manager of the cabaret for the past year that you’ve worked, and the only reason why you’re willing to stay. Miya takes care of the girls under her, much better than many of the others in the city.

“Today’s crowd felt different. The energy…it was thrilling,” you confess, watching as she nods in agreement. Perhaps it’s the excitement that comes with the last few months dawning upon the city.

“It’s been a good year for all of us. You should take a break from the cabaret. Bring Sungjin somewhere, maybe,” Miya suggests and you hum in appreciation at the thought of finally being able to rest.

“I’ll see what I can do. For now, though, I think it’s time for me to head home,” you reply, packing up what little belongings you have. She waves you off without a second thought, and you quickly find yourself on the smooth cobblestone pavements outside the hotel.

It’s on nights like these that you feel grateful for living in the central part of the city, where your apartment is only across the town square. Your eyes drift across each of the couples and families strolling, all out to enjoy the night air.

You think of Donghyuck, and wonder how he’s doing. If he’s back in Paris, or perhaps journeying around the rest of the world freely, the way only someone unbound can do.

“Y/N.”

You’re not even sure if you can recognise the sound of his voice accurately now. Until you jolt to a halt, shoes scrabbling against the stone. That voice sounded strangely real, and not something that you concocted with your overactive imagination.

Your heart floods with a mixture of hope and disbelief as you turn around slowly, too scared to see what’s behind you.

Donghyuck looks like a dream.

His hair is shorter now, the stiff vests and dress shirts exchanged for a looser blouse that reveals a hint of his collarbones. But the sun-kissed freckles that dot his cheeks, the gentle slope of his nose, his honeyed eyes - they’re exactly the same as you remember.

You’re experiencing a deluge of emotions as you blink hastily, not entirely believing that he isn’t a hallucination you’ve dreamed up. Maybe you’re too exhausted, maybe the stage lights were too bright-

“I watched your show, even though there wasn’t a table saved for me.”

The lump in your throat disappears immediately once you realise that Donghyuck is real and solid in front of you. He barely stumbles from the impact when you throw your arms around him, relishing in his warmth.

“I can’t believe you’re here. There were news articles about you solving each case. I read each of them, but last I heard you were in London,” you rush out, watching as his expression morphs from fondness to amusement.

“It’s nice to know that you’ve been thinking of me. But I suppose I have to thank you for being easy to find, considering your face is plastered on posters everywhere,” he replies, and you feel embarrassment creep up the back of your neck.

“A lot has happened since the last time I saw you.” Donghyuck nods in agreement at your words, before offering his arm to you.

“Well, it’s good that we have plenty of time, then.”

You’re not sure if this is an irrational decision. In fact, it might be one of the worst you’ve made.

And yet, you can’t stop as Donghyuck backs you up against the wall, kissing you until you’re dizzy. The empty bottle of wine sits on the table, and your lipstick’s still smudged on the rim, though more of it resides on Donghyuck’s mouth now, on his lips that feel like heaven against yours.

A month was definitely not enough for you to address the heady attraction that drew you to Donghyuck, to the sharply-dressed detective that made a space for himself in your heart and refused to leave.

And now that he’s in front of you, hands grabbing onto your waist, you never want this moment to end. The fact that Donghyuck wants you as much as you do him leaves you dazed, even as you lean back, his breath fluttering over your face.

There’s a cocky grin on his face now as he looks at you, and you’re quite sure you can hear your pulse thundering in your ears. He looks at you with so much passion, and you wonder if there’s as much pent-up emotion residing in his body as there is yours.

“I missed you,” Donghyuck confesses, and the space he takes up grows infinitesimally bigger. You missed him too. More than you wanted to admit.

Thirty days may not be enough to fall in love with someone, but a year most definitely is. You fell in love with the memory of Donghyuck, of laughing at his stories over breakfast and watching Sungjin treat him like the older brother he never had.

But Donghyuck no longer needs to be a memory, not when you have your hands tangled in his hair and his face inches away from yours. You swallow nervously now, even though you know you’re safe as ever.

“My contract ends in a month,” you start, and Donghyuck waits patiently for you to continue, causing the corners of your mouth to lift. “And after that, I’ll be free. To go wherever,” you mutter, and there’s a certain wistfulness that enters his gaze.

It feels like an eternity before Donghyuck intertwines his fingers with yours, thumb smoothing over your skin. He places a gentle kiss on your hand, before looking at you, eyes hooded.

“Then come with me,” he urges.

You’re teetering on the edge of something that feels beautiful and impossible, a future so bright that it isn’t something you dare to dream of. The adoring crowds, the glare of the spotlight - they fade to nothing when Donghyuck looks at you.

Joy shines plainly on your face when you nod in promise, winding your arms around Donghyuck’s neck and bringing him close.

[queenofallimagines]

Lucifer if you were a Luciferian before coming to the devildom

as a devotee I think this would be fucking hilarious bc I’ve seen people do “hail Satan” shirts but hear me out-

** a treat before part 2

Lucifer:

- probably will not recognize you off the bat

- Like he’s like “oh ok it’s you” but it doesn’t connect that your HIS

- Like he’s under a lot of pressure right now and stress

- Is pleasantly surprised that you listen so well. Probably gets smug that you listen so obediently

- Sees his sigil on your necklace or something and then it hits him like a fucking BRICK

- Especially if he peeps you doing stuff for him out of habit

- Goes back to look at your file and is like “holy shit I’m literally your patron”

- Will bring it up to you and ask why you don’t make a big deal of it

- “I mean I was already used to living with you? This ain’t much different”

- Ngl in the beginning he would manipulate you about the stairs bc your a good little disciple you’ll do whatever your deity says right?

- But that wouldn’t work bc his first and most basic belief is fuck blind obedience and to question things when uncertain

- Honestly a “fuck I taught you so well but now your using it against me” situation

- Will ease up that you don’t have bad intentions but he’s going to protect his brothers first and foremost

- Will really keep using the line “do not forget that you belong to me” when he’s trying to intimidate you

- But your used to him dragging you to get your life together to its very ineffective

- Gets really frustrated that you already know his nitpicky strict habits because he likes punishing people and lecturing so the fact that he can’t do that to you to be petty really bothers him

- Gets kinda flustered about spending time with you because he’s so used to knowing everything about your life you getting to see him in his home feels too vulnerable for his liking

- Will ABSOLUTELY bring up embarrassing stories about you

- “Ah, remember when you were asking me to help you get a date? Because I definitely do”

- “Me and your ancestors definitely talk about your questionable taste in men”

- Please use this opportunity to be like “this you🤨” because he will have no answer

- “So what the fuck was you sending me all those 11:11 for😐 please elaborate”

- “…. I don’t know what your talking about”

- “What was the reason for you giving me that headache?”

- Will literally Triple his pride when y’all start being intimate

- You’ve given him a god complex but don’t call it that he will get an attitude

- “My most devoted worshiper letting me use them how I wish”

- Will use that as an excuse to fuck you everywhere

- Likes that you have jewelry with his sigil on it or anything you wear for him

- Feels like a collar, letting everyone know you’re his

- Pulls a mammon and calls you “My human” a lot

- Very overprotective

- Probably makes a pact with you In secret before the end of the program

- Like you guys basically already had one why not make it official??

- Especially if he reached out to you and not the other way around? Lmao yeah your definitely his

- If any of the other brothers find out they WILL moan and groan about you not working with them

- Mammon and asmo are the most vocal

- Might end up having to get stuff for them and your altar too love :/

- They will give you stuff to put up there along with a candle

- Congratulations you now are working with 7 demons and they are all very needy

- Belphie will use that as an excuse to take a nap with him all the time

- “Your doing this in devotion to me cmooooon”

- They all will use that card with you actually lmao good luck

- “Mc! Come watch this anime with me! Your doing it in worship of me so you have to😌”

- Mammon had run that excuse dry bc sir doing your homework does not count as a devotional activity 🙄😒

- Lucifer will brag that it was fate that you were brought to him

- Will also pretend that he chose you on purpose knowing damn well he didn’t 😂

- “But of course I had to choose you, I knew you were the best option.”

- You literally didn’t even look at the name on the paper 😭😭

[wildemaven]

saturdays with javier : unconditional | javier peña

-> pairing: javier peña x f!reader

-> word count: 1744

-> content warnings: 18+ blog; soft smut, kissing, coffee consumption, lots of fluff, baby cows, mentions reader wears a necklace, zero descriptive features of reader, established relationship

-> notes: what was once known as Coffee, Cows & Cock. The final title nowhere close to that lol This was just another random thought and another excuse to write in some cute baby cows. Big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey who not only coined the CCC title, but helped cheer me on and beta this as well!!

series masterlist / main masterlist

“Amor, it’s time to get up.” His voice is low and warm against your ear, mindful of the early hour and the way sleep is still so firmly wrapped around your listless self. 

“Mmm, Javi. It’s too early, let’s stay in bed a little longer.” You manage to say, turning your body towards Javier, where he is laying next to you on top of the disheveled bed sheets.

You’re not a morning person per say. At least not if you don’t have to be. Sleep is a sacred function, especially when your husband delivers mind blowing evenings night after night. Sleep is needed. You rise with the sun and start your mornings together. But on a rare occasion, you will wake while the moon is still shining dutifully, bidding it a farewell as you begin your day at an ungodly hour. 

“Against my better judgment, I’m ignoring your plea for more sleep, so time to get moving if we want to beat the sun. The minute we get back, you can crawl back under these covers— I might even join you.” His alluring words murmured against your bare shoulder, the softest kisses in their wake. 

You hold him close. Fingers tangling in his freshly washed hair, smelling of the citrusy mint shampoo you recently bought him— finally running out of his all-in-one bar of soap. He pulls back to look down where you’re still lying comfortably among the heap of pillows. Your hand settles on Javier’s cheek, the coarse stubble is rough and resistant as your palm rests against his cheek— he must have opted out of shaving at this early hour. 

“Promise you’ll join me when we get back and you have yourself a deal, Javi.” 

“Te promeso, mi amor.” His lips mold over yours, sealing his promise with the softest kiss. A promise he’s sure to keep, but he has other plans for the time being. 

Javier works well under pressure. Years and years of elaborate training and risky operations requiring quick thinking on the ground, has made him proficient in his ability to do things in a timely manner with exquisite detail and stunning results. 

Instincts thrum through you. Your body is well versed in the way your husband is capable of pulling you apart— even when sleep is still within reach. Giving yourself fully to his control and allowing yourself to feel every single breath, kiss and graze of his mouth over every curve of you. 

Bedsheets thrown from your body, the cool air of your bedroom is like ice on your skin— a devastating paired with the warmth of Javier’s body over yours. Your legs fall open, welcoming him, a silent plea for him to give you all of him— fully and completely. 

It’s astounding how Javier has the ability to bring you to life. His voice, all smoky and smooth, dances across your dewy skin. His nose pressed to your cheek. Praise pouring from him as he continues to worship you. Beautiful. Perfect. Amazing. 

Javier is all consuming. From the way he makes your toes curl to the way your leg muscles tense as he hits that heavenly spot within you, every bit of him is intoxicating. All you can think about is him— Javier, your everything. 

Before you’re even able to realize it, he has you both free falling. Bodies brimming with a satiated bliss. I love you’s exchanged silently as he kisses you breathless. His body vibrating and warm under your fingertips. 

“Mmm, that was just what I needed to wake up.” You humm against his plush lips. 

“I’m glad you’re feeling more awake.” He kisses you gently. “Time to get up and get this cute ass moving now. I’ve got coffee waiting for us in a thermos. Go get dressed, Amor, so we can get on the road.” 

*

Minutes after Javier has left to warm up the truck, you’ve managed to extricate yourself from bed. You quickly brush your teeth and wash your face, you’re throwing on a comfy pair of Levi’s, a Sherpa lined denim jacket over your thick thermal shirt, some wool socks and your well-worn brown boots. You make sure to grab your camera and a few rolls of film before you’re heading out the door. 

As promised, there’s a thermos of coffee waiting for you in the cup holder when you slide onto the bench seat of Javier’s old pickup truck. Javier is sipping from his own coffee as you settle in, then places it in the holder next to yours. “You’re too far away, Querida. Scooch over here.” He pats at the open leathered space between you. A gentle kiss to your temple as he pulls the lever down to drive, once you’ve reached the spot right next to him. His right hand settles between the warmth of your thighs and rests there as he heads in the direction of the ranch. 

There’s a comfortable silence in the cab of the truck. Your head finds a spot against Javier’s shoulder as you gaze out the windshield. The familiar road is still recognizable even under the dark morning sky. 

There’s a slight jostle, and the truck rolls to a stop. “Baby, wake up. We’re here.” Javier whispers, the arm you had been sleeping on coming up to wrap around your shoulder. 

“Sorry, Javi. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep.” Your eyes slowly open, your shoulders scrunching up to ease the ache in your back from the awkward sleeping position. 

“It’s a good thing you’re my favorite sleepy passenger.” His hand tilts your face towards him, his lips softly molding over yours briefly. “I’ve got to get the gate. Save my spot?” 

“Always.” You beam at him, watching as he climbs out and opens the large metal gate and entrance to the Peña Ranch. 

It’s not long before he’s back and the truck is heading down the dirt road. The headlights guide the truck to its final resting spot for the morning. Beneath the giant old tree that still sits on the back side of the ranch. The tree where you had exchanged your vows, now a regular visiting spot for the both of you.

It’s not nearly as dark as it was when you left your house. The sky now a light blue as the sun slowly starts drifting up over the hills. The light fog slowly burns off, making the pasture a bit more visible.

“How many are there now?” You ask in between another round of sips of your warm coffee. 

“Pops and I counted 10 yesterday. Wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a few more this morning.” He grabs for your thermos, having drunk the entirety of his while you were sleeping, you hand it over as you continue to watch the herd of cows in front of you. 

The newest calves joined the Peña ranch over the last few days and you had been begging Javier to bring you this weekend. In the distance you notice a few little heads pop up above the brush line, awake and ready for their morning milk. Their little legs still not quite acclimated to being earth side as they try to make their way to their mamas, who were enjoying tuffs of the dry grass as they waited for their young to join them. 

Pulling out your camera, you start snapping a few pictures through the window. The tree’s canopy perfectly framing above and the heard off in the distance with a wash of pinks and yellows as the sun finally crests the hilltop. Javier watches you take it all in, his elbow propped against the window of the driver's door, nursing the rest of your coffee. 

“This was worth it. Thank you for the early morning wake up and bringing me to see them.” You settle back into the seat. 

“There might be something else for you in the glovebox.” You sit up, turning to look fully at Javier who's got a handsome smirk on his face. 

“Javier. What do you mean there’s something else in the glovebox for me? I thought we agreed on no gifts this year.” You should have known he wouldn’t adhere to the agreement the moment he agreed to it. 

He gives you a nonchalant shrug and smile that makes you feel like you won the lottery with him— sometimes you can’t believe he’s yours. His arm draped casually over the back of the seat, his chin slightly raised and pointing in the direction of the glovebox.”

You open the small metal door on the truck dashboard. There, sitting on top of the truck's registration and insurance papers, is a small box. You grab it and sit back against Javier, before opening it. You look back at him again, his brown eyes filled with pure adoration and love for you. 

When you lift the lid, you find a small gold pendant and chain. 

“It’s a locket— it belonged to my Mamá.” He says, watching as you delicately remove it from the box. 

It’s a heart shaped locket, etched with intricate details of a flower. You turn it over in your hand, admiring it entirely. When it hinges open, you find a tiny picture of you and Javier on your wedding day already nestled into one of the slots. 

“It’s beautiful, Javi.” Wiping the few tears that have littered your cheeks. 

“I know how much you like that picture. I left the other one open for you to choose.” His hand rests at the base of your neck, thumb gently kneading over your skin. 

“Thank you. I love it so much.” You hand it to him so he can secure it around your neck. You tuck it into your thermal, where it perfectly rests next to your heart. 

You turn in the seat, your hand cupping the side of his face, you pull him to you for a kiss. His hand cradles the back of your head as the kiss lingers for a few minutes. 

“Happy Anniversary, Javi. Now take me home. I think someone promised to crawl back in bed with me.” He kisses you one last time as he turns the key and the engine comes to life. His hand settles back on your thighs, close just how he likes you. 

You don’t know what you did to deserve this life with Javier, to be loved so unconditionally by him, but you’re grateful for another year together and looking forward to many more.