#Okay look i know this is a stupid thing to complain about but c'mon

[iotnonii-dormant]

while i'm on the topic of random late night thoughts, I HATE HOW HARD IT IS TO LOOK FOR FANFIC OF COMICS SPIDERMAN I only watched Ironman and I really don't care for any of the relationships in the MCU fandom, just not really my cup of tea. But god do I find comics Spiderman's relationships compelling. but looking up spiderman on ao3 all I get is Tom Holland's preformance which is irondad stuff and I just--- I want to see comic Peter Parker do his shit and sometimes interact with the avengers but I inevitably get "Peter gets adopted" fics and I just miss comics peter man.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

What about Charlie x reader:

“I can’t believe you did something that stupid!”

“I was only reckless because it was about you.”

Please? And thank you!

yes, I love this! 🥰 and thank you, @mycobrakai1972 and @captainlunaxmen for your help, loves! 😁 also this is set on the World Cup Warnings: reader gets hurt

"Mate, that was awesome!" George said, excitedly.

"I know! Did you see her? It was out of this world!" Fred added.

"You've got to teach us how to do that!" George begged.

"Yeah, you should come teach DADA at Hogwarts this year" Fred chuckled.

"Thanks, guys, but I think I'll pass" you smiled at them and then turned to look at Ginny. She had been extremely quiet since you came back. "You okay, Gin?" you asked sweetly and she simply nodded as Bill, and Percy got to her and Charlie sat in front of you with his wand and what he could find to clean you up.

"C'mon, guys" Bill said, nodding his head to the other side of the tent so they could give you some privacy.

"Stay still" Charlie said sternly. He first started fixing your arm and bandaging it with some loose rags he could find since it was bleeding just as badly as Bill's. Once he was done, he moved over to your face, cleaning your scratches and cuts.

"Would you please look at me?" you asked timidly. He was trying his best not to make eye contact with you. You knew he was furious. He took a deep breath and then finally faced you.

"I told you to stay back" he said.

"I did-"

"No, you didn't!" he snapped, raising his voice a little, making his brothers turn around and look at the two of you. "You were supposed to stay with them until we got back-!"

"And I did!" you challenged. "They were already safe! I told them to stay and hide there and I was going to look for Ron, Hermione, and Harry but before I could, we saw you!"

"You should have still stayed with them!" he insisted. “I can’t believe you did something that stupid!”

“I was only reckless because it was about you!” you yelled, with a few tears streaming down your face. "You were outnumbered, Charlie! They could have-" you stopped yourself, unable to say it. You looked back at Ginny who was also now crying and Bill was trying to comfort her. "I am not going to apologize for doing the right thing!"

"That was not the right thing! The right thing was for you to stay back and stay safe where you couldn't get hurt!" he told you as you noticed his eyes started tearing up.

"You got hurt too, love" you said, placing your hand softly on his cheek.

"Is not the same thing!" he said, stubbornly. "You could have-" he started. "You didn't know what that fucking Death Eater threw at me and you jumped in front of me!" he complained with a few tears rolling down his face.

You sweetly brush away his tears and pulled him a little closer to you. "I'm okay" you told him.

"But you-"

"I'm okay" you repeated, placing his head between your hands and making sure he was looking at you. "I'm here, and I'm okay" you kept repeating, making him wrap his arms around your waist and bringing you closer to him. You feel your entire body aching but there was no way you were going to complain. You knew he needed this more than you did. You saw Bill, Percy, and the twins looking your way, knowing they probably had never seen Charlie break down like this.

"You can't do that! It's not okay!" he said between sobs.

"I know" you said, kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry I scared you" you whispered. "In all fairness, you would have done the same thing-"

"Don't push it, love" he said, glaring at you a little and you pouted. He pulled you back against his chest and kept kissing your head. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too" you said, kissing his cheek.

[coolprettyleo]

be in my heart? - will smith

wc: 1.2k

tw: depression, anxiety, family angst? therapy, episodes, mental health, etc?

will smith x oc celebrini sister!

this is me trying au

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lola's summer had been going fine. she would never admit it out loud, but she was finally seeing a therapist who was actually helping her work through her dark thoughts.

she was prescribed anti-depressants, and they had definitely helped with her mood, but she had reason to think a certain curly-haired blonde was also contributing to her overall newfound happiness.

the two had been texting, calling, and facetiming any time either of them had the chance, and the girl wasn't in any way complaining. he had been making her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time, making her realize she had been longing for that feeling.

she was currently sitting at dinner with her parents and brothers as she texted will with pink cheeks and a cheesy smile, occasionally letting out little giggles at the stupid videos he would send the girl. her brothers looked at each other with knowing eyes before smirking.

"lola," aiden said in a sing-song tone as she let out a 'hmm', eyes still glued to her phone.

"who are you texting" their little sister, charlie, smirked, joining in on the teasing.

"no one. stop looking at my phone," she said moodily, pushing her sister's head away. and finally putting her phone down.

"a little birdy told me something a few days ago." macklin smiled. her father looked between the siblings hoping to gosh they wouldn't set his daughter off.

"shut up," she said with a glare, picking up on the fact he had somehow heard of her and will.

had he been telling people?

maybe it was all some kind of joke.

her insecurities began to creep up and claw at her skin, quickly.

"c'mon, it's not bad, but imagine my surprise when I had to hear it from a stranger at the combine" he kept teasing while her sibling snickered, while lola glared.

"boys, stop bothering your sister" her father let out. knowing it wasn't long till they set her off.

"lola, how's it going with you and will?" her mother asked cluelessly asked when she came back from the bathroom. the siblings letting out laughs and 'there it is' while the girl turned pink.

"good" she mumbled playing with the bread

"that's wonderful; I have a feeling about that boy; I like him," her mother said as she took a bite out of the bread.

"me too. lola's not as mean anymore," her little brother joked as her family nodded and laughed, not knowing the spiral that little comment was about to send his oldest sister to.

lola looked at her brother with furrowed eyebrows as she excused herself and basically sprinted to the nearest bathroom. she locked the door before taking a good, long, and hard look in the mirror. seeing nothing but a shell of the person she used to be. the person her siblings used to know. the girl who would hang out with them, drive them places, and play video games, was no longer there; instead, it was a heartless bitch, and they knew and saw that.

in no way did she ever think about how they must have felt. she thought back to every time she unknowingly probably hurt their feelings. when she told charlie 'hell no' to the idea of a sleepover at her new apartment. or that time she couldn't get herself out of bed and missed RJ's sixth-grade promotion that he begged her to go to, or when she refused to fly to boston to see her brothers when they moved away. all those things added up, and it was no wonder they had deemed her mean. she deserved it.

she sniffled as she saw a call from will incoming. she cleared up her voice before answering.

"hello?" she tried her best to sound fine.

"lo? are you okay?" will say right away, hearing the shakiness in her voice.

"not really," she answered with a sniffle as she saw that will was trying to facetime her.

"what happened?" he asked worriedly. the two had been texting for weeks now, and he had finally got the girl to open up to him, so he knew she went through episodes; he just didn't think he could ever get used to seeing them.

"it's literally stupid-"

"it's not stupid if it's making you cry," he told her as she sighed.

"i'm at dinner with my family, and you know how family is. they're nosy. they started asking about you and they said something that really hurt my feelings, and now I'm crying in the bathroom"

"about me? do they not like me?" he said feeling a bit insecure.

"no, it's not you. they love you-- it's just RJ made a joke and said that ever since we've been like a thing, I haven't been as mean. and I know he only meant it as a joke, but it really hurt my feelings but I mean, I deserve it-" she sniffled, looking away from the camera.

"don't say that. you're not mean-" he stopped the girl

"compared to the old me, i am," she said

"there's no 'old me,' lola; people grow up and evolve. and if anything they know you better than anyone, they understand you're not okay all the time-"

"I don't think RJ and charlie do. they're younger they wouldn't understand it-"

"you're not giving them enough credit. from the stories you've told me they sound pretty smart," he said as she sighed.

"i feel like you always know what to say," she said

"i try," he said with a cheeky smile that made the girl giggle.

"this is embarrassing. I look like shit," she said, realizing her eyes were puffy and red.

"you're beautiful, and if I have to spend every hour in the world telling you that till it's engraved in your mind, I will," he said as lola turned a light shade of pink.

"stop," she said, covering her face as she heard will chuckle.

"i'm really excited for next week," she said dreamily as she stared into the phone. will and his family were planning to visit san jose, to scout apartments and that meant a reunion for the two growing lovebirds.

"me too. you have to take me to all your favorite spots" he said as she nodded.

she was cut off when she heard her mother's voice come from the other side of the door.

"lola honey, are you in there?"

"i'll call you later. bye beautiful," will said as she waved goodbye to him before hanging up.

she stood up and opened the door to see her mother's worried face.

"i'm sorry if we bothered you, i can have the car take you home, or even back to your apartment if you want to be alone-" her mother was cut off as lola threw her arms around her.

"I love you, mom. I'm sorry," she said softly as her mother hugged her back.

"sorry for what?" she asked concernedly

"just, for everything. i know i'm not the easiest to deal with, and for that I'm just sorry" she said as her mother shook her head

"you were never something i had to 'deal' with. I love you, and I just want you to be okay," she told her daughter before squeezing her again.

"me too," she said into her mother's neck. promising herself to change her ways. hoping to god he'd help her accomplish that promise.

[blingblong55]

Landslide -Simon "Ghost" Riley

Based on a request: I was talking about military father-daughter balls with a coworker and as a fluff request to also cleanse your asks: How about Simon walking into his daughters room wearing his suit, going to ask his wife to do his bow tie because he's never been one for formal occasions and sees R/N is getting their daughter ready into her dress and doing her hair.

---- F!Reader, fluff, dad!Ghost, father-daughter moment ----

It's an old tradition that dads did with their daughters, something he never expected to attend and here he is, getting in his dress uniform. His ribbons, medals and the tight berret all decored him. As he was about to put his last medal on, he remembered the stupid tie. He was good at tying ropes but stupid ties that made him forget everything he learned were just…ugh where is his darling wife when he needs him?

"Bloody thing-" he gets cut off by a giggle from his daughter. Oh, that sweet sound that made him retire years ago. As his daughter giggles, he finds himself smiling and forgetting about the tie and the one woman who knows how to tie one is his sweet wife. Slowly, he finds himself walking to the bedroom, looking down as he tries to figure out how to tie this without looking and feeling dumb.

"And then daddy will dance with me?" your sweet daughter says and you nod. "He will and you best be on your best behaviour, okay?" You say as you fix zip her dress up and smile. Simon leans on the doorway and smiles. This is the life any soldier like him ever dreamed of.

He doesn't want to interrupt, this is a special moment after all and he hopes that this becomes a tradition. One that he can continue even with the little one in your soft belly.

Your daughter with a small pout asks if she will always be as pretty as she is tonight and before you can answer, Simon does it for you. "Your daddy's little princess, of course, you'll always be as pretty– no, you'll always be as beautiful and elegant as tonight, just like your mum," he smiles and winks your way.

He always has a way with words and always knows when to compliment you and your princess.

"Now sit still, I have to finish this braid," you softly say and smile. Your little girl is as eager as ever to go out with her dad tonight. And as you do her hair, Simons sits on the edge of the bed, watching you both.

He went from guns, infiltrations and bombs to having pink stickers, toys, dolls and bows all over his home and he will never complain about it. It's beautiful really. He knows that the change is so different but it's so good, he likes the car rides to and from school where he has to play two certain songs over and over. And Soap may laugh at him anytime he gets in the car after a night out and the radio station is on a kid's station but he is a dad and fuck does he love being a dad.

Once you place the last bow and apply the glitter to her hair, Simon is next. Here he was, standing like a little kid to have his mother help him with something. "I just don't get it, love," he says as he lets you tie the tie. You smile, tightening and adjusting his shirt, "Just takes time, Si," you kiss his cheek and chuckle a little as you have to clean his cheek from the lipstick stain. He smiles like a lovesick fool.

A cheeky smile appears on him as your daughter takes his hand, "We'll be late daddy." she reminds him and he smiles. He taught her well, that time management was always important and if he had to arrive at an event at a certain time, he was always there 10 minutes earlier and now so will his daughter.

"Alright, c'mon," he picks her up and kisses your cheek. "We'll be home at 10:30, alright love?" he brushes your cheek and kisses your forehead. "You and the little lad stay warm," he says as he closes the front door.

The whole night was amazing for them both. She received flowers when she got to the car because gentlemen should always give flowers on special nights and she always danced with him all night.

It is a night for the years to come, a new tradition that will heal the old wounds of an old soldier.

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[richeeduvie]

You know who else would be a Yankees fan… Kendall. I think the universe is asking you to write a little thing where he brings Baby to a game but Roman insists on coming along back in the groomer days. Although I can’t imagine Roman enjoying baseball much.

PLAY BALL

-------- When you and Roman were younger --------

"You should be playing with my balls right now."

Kendall's head snaps towards Roman, the boy who's red and in between the both of you. The crowd roars.

"Hey. Not with me. Why did you come if you're gonna fuck-fucking act like you're in quip city before an idiot?"

"...Because I don't want you touching her-"

"What the fuck are you talking about-"

"You guys, he's walking. Steve Adkins is walking."

Roman doesn't blink when he puts focus to the field. "Yep...he is indeed putting his foot in front of the other. Astute observation."

You punch his shoulder.

"Fuck!"

"They let him walk to first base."

You didn't think this is how you'd be spending your Saturday. But...you've been getting into baseball. Or more so you came into slight interest a month ago and Kendall caught you buying a book on plays in the 50s and you didn't know he knew so much about baseball. It became a place where you and him had another thing in common.

You can't deny Roman's sudden hatred for baseball and you and Kendall couldn't stop him from coming to this game.

Roman slumps, resting his head on your shoulder.

"No, not walk. No way that was purposeful, with the way this inning is fucking going. Are they stupid?"

"It's the Mariners, yeah."

Kendall turns, smiling to meet yours.

Roman looks as if a cat's vomited on his shoes.

"I'm getting bacne."

"Gross, man."

"You're attempt at a mustache is disgusting."

"I'm getting bacne too."

Roman nuzzles in. "Ew." He scrunches his nose up, you're ready for the rest of the game to be more of his complaining.

"...That's summer for you. Just heat ruining...aesthetic. C'mon! Let's fucking go!"

Kendall's indulging Roman, leaning in before standing to sit next to you.

"You see, that guy? He's gonna want to purposefully walk Kev-"

Crash. He falls forward, stumbles. You try your hardest to not feel embarrassed for him.

"What the fuck, man?"

"Roman. Seriously."

Kendall almost ate it with his brother, your boy tripping the shit out of him. Jesus. You flick his ear.

"Just watch the game!"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm just gonna sit next to her so I can talk about what we're watching. Because that's why we're here, man. Just cool it with the heat-stroke idiocy."

Roman turns to you.

"Is there like...any, any? Particular reason that you've kinda taken to watching sweaty men with fat asses jiggle their way through playing tag? And also, it's somehow so boring. Your infidelity is so boring."

Kendall stares down at the both of you.

You just wanna watch Steve Adkins try and make it to second.

You slump.

"Infidelity?

Roman blinks up at his brother. You slump further.

"Yeah. Don't question it like it's new-why are you trying to hide? Are you ashamed at the fucking obvious because you're about to flash your tits to the dugout?"

"Oh, so you know what a dugout is."

"Kendall?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck off." Roman rubs his face on your shoulder, his hair falls over. "Just...teach me so it can be a little less boring."

Your heart stumbles, your excitement is embarrassing - he wants to learn and you can teach him...Roman actually wants to listen. Willing in your interests.

You don't know you're perking up.

"Okay, so-"

"You don't have to make this game easier for him. He can like...stay bored. You should stay bored, bro. You kind of practically begged to come-"

There's a clack before everyone around you goes wild.

"Are you kidding me!"

In all of it, you'd missed Kevin Maas's homerun. In your anger, you're missing Roman's smile and indulging his nuzzles. Kendall sits back down, slowly and heavy.

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

First day

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Alex Vause x reader

!!TW: mention of murder and vague drug mention!!

Work count:: 1.2k (not proof read)

Alex POV: (Alex and Piper aren't together in this)

I walked into the cafeteria and joined the que to get lunch, another day of sloppy something, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. Yum, I can't complain though because it's better than nothing and if I do complain Red will starve me out. Brushing off hat thought, I get my food and saunter over to a table with some of my friends on it, Morello, Chapman and Nicky.  I take a seat and listen in on their conversation. 

Nicky - "No c'mon, she's hot."

Piper - "I agree, I mean have you seen her. The eyes, hair the hair!" dragging out the r sound at the end as if to make a point.

Alex - "Who you talking about?"

Nicky - "That new girl that showed up in the van this morning, she's very good lookin' although she's been crying in the bathroom since she got here so maybe not the most stable girl in here."

Morello - "There's worse trust me, and besides why are you all getting so worked up about this? Yeah she's nice to look at but what if she has someone outside of here? You know, like a boyfriend or girlfriend or someone, she might even be married for all you know?"

Nicky - "Yeah but you said it, she's nice to look at tuts, she's gunna be getting looks from all over. If she stops crying of course."

At this point my interest was piqued and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so once I'd sat, had a tal and eaten my food I was going to go find this mystery girl and find out if they're actually telling the truth.

Y/n POV:

I can't believe I actually did that. I killed her. I killed my own mother. I keep telling myself it was the only way out but everytime I think about it the guilt and self resentment creeps back in. My mum had munchausen by proxy and she made me believe I was sick and could walk or do practically anything by myself. I really didn't see any other way out so, one night I just did it. Obviously I feel terrible and wish I'd never done it but, there really was no other way out. Anyway, it's done now and I'm in jail, thankfully not maximum security because people could see my side of the story and saw I wasn't just a cold-blooded killer. 

I've been at Litchfield a little over 5 hours now and as soon as I was allowed to go off and do my thing, I went straight for the bathroom and I've been crying ever since. Somehow, I managed to get the only stall with a door so thankfully people can't just watch me cry, hear me yes but watch, no.

All day people have been staring and I don't know why. Maybe they think I'm fucked up for what I did or something. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a soft knock on the door. 

Alex - "Hey, you okay in there? Stupid question I know because well, you're crying but I still feel like I have to ask."

I bite my lip and sigh before responding, I didn't expect anyone to actually care.

Y/n -  "Uhm- yeah, I guess I'm okay. Not my ideal situation but you know, life goes on."

Alex - "Yeah well you got that one right."

After that a not awkward but not totally comfortable silence fell over us. I slowly stood up and unlocked the door. I stepped out and tried to dry my face from the copious amount of tears I'd shead in the past hours of being here. Instantly this woman picked up on it and gently held my face in one hand and helped me wipe my tears with the other.

Alex - "You'll be okay, I'm going to be brutally honest with you, the first few days are actual hell, you'll miss everything and everyone but, I'll be here is you ever want to talk about it okay? Oh, and I'm Alex by the way, but everyone calls me Vause, it's my last name." 

I smiled at Alex and nodded my head a small thank you leaving my lips. She pulled me into her embrace and held me tight. 

Alex - "You know, they were right."

I was confused because I had not a single idea what she was going on about. So, I pulled my head slightly away from her shoulder and looked at her.

Y/n - "What do you mean? Who's right?"

Alex - "Oh just my friends, they said some stiff about how you were really good looking and what not."

You felt a blush creep across my face as you looked into her gorgeous green eyes only now just realising after looking a her properly just how beautiful she really was. A sly smirk found it's way onto her lips before she spoke again. 

Alex - "Hey, don't get all shy on me now."

A she said that her hand found it's way to my waist as she pulled me closer again. Whilst she trailed her other hand up my body and hooked a finger around my chin so I'd look her in the eyes.

Y/n - "You really mean it?"

Alex - "Of course I do, I mean I've known you what, like 2 minutes and I'm already calling you beautiful I think that speaks for itself ." 

I giggle a bit and looked down in an attempt to hide my flustered face yet again, knowing she was right. I looked her in the eyes again only to see her eyes had never left me and she had a wide smile of her face. 

Alex POV:

I looked down slightly because I was a bit taller than her and just marvelled at this gorgeous girl in front of me she had glowing y/h/c hair and shining y/e/c eyes, her smile could light up a room and her laugh was so fucking adorable. Normally, I'm not the one to fall over small stuff like this but she was different,  I don't know why, she just was.

She looked me back in the eyes and I couldn't help myself anymore, I leaned in and captured her lips in mine. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Her hand found their way into my hair while mine rested on the small of her back keeping her safe in my arms. I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance and she happily agreed. She tugged on my hair a little so in return I grazed my teeth over her bottom lip and she let out a small breathy moan which was almost silent but, I could still hear it. We broke away for ir and as soon as we separated we crashed our lips back together hungrily. She was almost as addictive as some of the things women in the jail used to do. 

Just as things were getting heated someone burts into the bathroom.

Healy - "INMATES NO LESBIAN ACTIVITY ALLOWED!"

We both untangled ourselves from each other and apologised. As he left I whispered in her ear. 

Y/n POV:

Alex - "He won't catch us tonight sweetheart don't worry. I'll have you all to myself, I'll make you feel better."

She then gave me a final eck on the lips and walked out the bathroom. Oh man, I was not going to get much sleep on my first night in prison.

[frightenedcricket]

Punch.

Nick Folio x OC.

Warning: none but a random punch and some fluffiness.

It wasn't something that happened often. She had just witness a drunk girl punching Nick Folio on the face.

"Oh wow! What are you doing?!" She quickly stepped between them as the guys appeared.

"Listen..." The woman started.

"No, you listen. My... My friend and I were just waiting for our drinks. You have no right to hit him like that. Who do you think you are?"

"I was here first!"

"And you have to punch him?!"

"It's okay, let's go" Nicholas stepped between Ally and that woman. The bassist grabbed her shoulders and made her turn around, finding Folio in there with his hand on his cheek.

He shook his head a bit, telling Ally to not worry. But she did. Obviously she did, but followed the guys outside without saying a word. As soon as she put a foot on the street, her hands pushed Nick's away from his face.

"Fuck, she was wearing a damn ring. Look at this." Ally ran her thumb over a little cut and he winced.

"can't belive a girl hit me" He groaned.

Ally arched a brow and pressed slightly. "Keep that misogynistic shit and I'll make it two"

She heard the guys behind her snorting a laugh. But Nick didn't. He looked into her eyes and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sorry" He muttered. She was almost the only one who could hear him. But he was looking into her eyes so intensely and everyone caught on that. "I'm just angry- Dude! I hadn't even ordered. Let me have a beer first or something" He exclaimed looking at the others. But his hand stayed in hers. Ally felt her skin crawling when he pulled her closer to his body while he spoke to the others. It was as if he didn't care about being seen. So she tried to stop caring too. Ally made him tilt his face slightly, frowning at the red skin.

"You need ice" She muttered.

"Yeah, you should" Jolly added too while getting closer.

The next minutes felt kind of chaotic, everyone trying to think of what to do better. They ended up sitting on the street by the van. Nick had a cold beer pressed against his cheek and she sat with him. Close but not as she wanted to not make anyone suspicious.

"You almost call me your boyfriend, right?" He whispered.

Ally chuckled and discreetly looked around. The guys were a few steps behind, too busy with some stupid game.

"Yeah"

He grinned. "It was hot"

"Me fighting a random drunk girl?"

"Mhm. You defending me" He bit his lip and wiggled his brows. "It turned me on a bit"

She chuckled and leaned a bit closer. "Let me see"

He moved the beer away.

"You won't die from this. I'm sure you've gotten worse."

He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. They were really close, leaning into each other's comfort but not able to do more. The guys were just right there.

But then they heard someone clearing their throat and they looked back. The guys had gone quiet and she hadn't even notice.

"If you are gonna fuck at least get in the van" Matt said.

Ally blushed so hard she thought you would combust. Her cheeks were burning.

"I-"

"We are n-"

"So last night you were playing chess?" The manager teased and the others laughed.

"Yeah" Nick added proud, then looked at Ally and pushed her gently. "Naked"

"Oh lord" She hid her face in her hands and Nick hugged her shoulders while laughing.

"C'mon... They would end up knowing..."

He kissed her head.

"Oh wait. But you are like dating, or..." This time, it was Noah.

They both turned to see him.

"Yeah" Both answer as if it was the most obvious thing.

"Oh we thought you were just fucking!" The singer exclaimed.

"You thought that. I told you he was so hung" Nicholas pointing a finger.

This time, it was Nick's time blushing under Ally's funny smile. "Oh it that true?"

He pushed her playfully.

"As if you didn't know" Folio complained.

"Oh you are so sweet" She hugged his neck and kissed his cheek a thousand times, making him squeak. But in the end, he turned his face to receive those kisses on his lips.

"I'm too old for this" Jolly muttered.

"Fuck off" Ally showed him a finger under Folio's prideful eyes.

"That's why I like you"

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BHA Kiri, Bakugo, Todaroki, Denki, and Shinso with a very affectionate s/o that always worries about them and their health?

Got you!

TW!: fluffy , ejehm swearing(COF COF KATSUKI COF COF), slightly mention of blood

since i'm a idiot with the part of very affectionate my stupid brain said "cuddles, kisses and fluff got it"

Pink/Purple text = little notes of me

Kirishima, Katsuki, Todoroki, Denki and Shinso with an affectionate S/O!

Kirishima

he LOVES you completely

Yes, sometimes it feels like it's not very "manly" of him when he feels like he doesn't care enough for you.

but your touch always calms him down and he always tries to reward you

He loves how sometimes even if he only has a scratch on his fist you are there

Did I mention that this man LOVES affection?

No? oh well i already did

Cuddling sessions that last longer than expected.

He loves anything either; a little peck on the cheek, a runaway hug, a bear hug, or even make out sessions (not horny), or just the two of you cuddling.

he always giggles when you are just asking if he's okay after training

(i think that he sometimes hurts himself just to see you worried and asking about how he did it...just sayin')

he loves to show you off [did i wrote it good? i needed to use the translator, my english is kinda bad rn]

not like "hey i have this cute asf S/o that cares about me..fuck off"

nononono

more like he likes to show the rest of ppl that he haves a partner that cares about them, even if some people think its adorable and it is

Katsuki

he says it's stupid

Says it is, but everyone knows it's not true

at first he will only grunt or mumble something

but come on, deep, deep down, he adores it

he likes the warm of you just hugging with him or

and he worries if he doesn't see you after he trains, you're not there

or when he goes back to his bedroom or even in the hallways, if you are not there to hug him or give him a kiss or hug good morning

sooner or later he will ask you if there is something wrong or he will start them,

now, with you worrying about his health, he also says it's stupid

but he doesn't complain when you clean his wounds or examine his body looking for a bruise or something that happened to him while training

he secretly adores them

But he'll take that to the grave.

It will only growl if you put something on it

"Fuck it i didn't need that on- CAN YOU WARN BEFORE YOU PUT THAT ON THE CUT?! IT FUCKING BURNS"

Todoroki

He would be the most- he is more like ignorant

the poor guy burned half his face- c'mon

He sometimes just stands there frozen

When he sees you come with things like disinfectants or Band-Aids after he's out of training, he feels flattered, like he doesn't deserve you.

and lets you know when the two of you are snuggling.

but he only murmurs it when you are half asleep or asleep

When you suddenly hug him, he just freezes for a few seconds, but then hugs you back with a tiny, micro-smile that only you can see.

the private a softens completely, you have it like putty in your hands,

and probably fell asleep there

He won't complain when you put the disinfectant on him

He'll just hiss(? once in a while, if the disinfectant seeps into the cut.

and when you're done, he'll give you a little smile and probably kiss your forehead or your temple

He values ​​you so much that he would literally defend you with his life.

"Thank you [N/N]...i don't..really deserve you...i..love you"

Denki

Where do I begin-

this man just like kiri LOVES YOU

always after you finish healing him or when you finish giving him a little kiss or hug, he will put his hand on his heart dramatically and his hand on his forehead and say something stupid like

"Your love is so cute and lethal that I don't deserve it- My heeeeaaaart"

He will start hugging competitions.

Do you think you hugged him the longest? oohohoho wait until school is over this man will kill you (not literally obvious) with his hugs

do you think you kissed him more times? hA, he will shower you with kisses, he doesn't care if they look at him strangely, actually, he likes to be looked at

and speaking about that…

He likes people to see how his partner cares about him.

As always after he finishes training and sees you there, his idiot grin will grow bigger and he'll just grin like an idiot while you lecture him or something.

At the end of this I would just kiss your forehead and say "I don't deserve you" or "I love you [N/N]"

take it or leave it

he likes to start the kisses, and if he doesn't he tells to himself that he will do it at the next day.

i feel like he would even grab your cheeks just to be him the first one or the one that started the kiss

"No i kissed you first!- WAIT IT STILL HURTSSS [N/N]-"

Shinso

he's like a combination of katsuki and shoto

or well..kinda

He's confused...for saying it in..some way

he can control people and basically make them do the hell he wants..

but in the tiny case that he gets hurt ir injured

he doesn't process all until you both are cuddling and he haves bandages in the cuts..

but all thequestions go when he realizes that you both are cuddling

being honest i see him be like that kid that acts like don't likes PDA when he loves it

"people are watching us [N/N]...hey why did you stop??"

like katsuki, he probably gets used to random hugs or kisses in the morning

and when you don't give them, he starts to worry

but like..too much

and he probably will start the kisses , hugs, etc..

I SAID PROBABLY

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hey! sorry if i taked to long!

but here it is anon!

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The Queen and Her Levi- Chapter 5: Why me?

King!Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Description:

"All my life I have never known what it was like to love someone, if anything, really. Until I met you, and everything changed, you brat."

"Reader" has a name, if you don't like it, then change it to your own, the world is your oyster.

Will contain VERY mature and triggering content. Viewer discretion is advised and minors please DNI.

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[TW: this chapter will contain smut, and obvious hints of noncon, but not violent. Bondage as well. If you do not approve or are not comfortable with that at all, please do not read. Last thing I want to do is make anyone who reads my story uncomfortable. Once again, minors DNI!!! Thank you!]

Prologue | Previous chapter

Levi walks in and takes off his blazer and hangs it up without saying anything. Asuna walks back in and closes the balcony door, waiting for him to say something first. 

He takes off his many rings and puts them on his nightstand, undoing his belt and setting it aside. Finally, he looks up to her and says something.

"You settling in okay?" he asks quietly. 

It takes her a few seconds to say something, still trying to fight the shyness and nervousness she felt around him. She didn't want to complain to him for anything, she was too nervous to say that there wasn't any clothes or nightgowns for her to put on. Maybe she should have packed a little better. 

"Yeah, it's great. Thank you." 

"I expected you might have been asleep by now," He says. "You must have had a long day."

"Yeah," she chuckles, scratching her head. "I did. I was having a bit of a hard time falling asleep, though... but view is great!"

"I'm glad." Levi answers almost immediately. Slowly walking towards her. She takes a deep breath and stays where she is, waiting for him to come to her. Her heart begins racing with each step he walked towards her, but she doesn't back up, she stands tall and gives it everything in her power not to look weak in front of him. Finally, he approaches her, standing right in front of her, slightly taller than her, so she had to raise her chin up a bit. He doesn't say anything, just attempting to admire how beautiful his future wife was as her pretty features shined with the help of the moonlight that spread across the bedroom. 

"Are you scared of me?" he asks. As he said that, he put his hand around her waist which causes her to flinch and tense up. 

She looks back up at him. "A little."

"Why?" he grips her waste a little tighter, pulling her closer to him. Causing her to unwillingly push her hands against his chest. Her cheeks begin to fluster as she tried to back up, but he didn't let her, he was way stronger than he looked. 

"I..." she tries to respond, but couldn't bring herself to say a word.

"C'mon, use your words."

"I'm... still trying to figure out what your motive is for picking me out of all people to be your wife..." she answers his question, way more tensed up than before, afraid of what his answer will be. She already confronted him about this situation shortly before, but he ignored it. 

He chuckles softly, letting go of her and walking out to the balcony, still in ears length so she can hear what he says considering his voice is so quiet, emotionless, and stoic. He looks out with his back behind her, admiring the view as she just did minutes prior. He pulls out something out of his shirt pocket, it looked like a pack of cigarettes, he grabbed one and put it in his mouth, lighting it with a match. 

"I didn't peg you for a stupid little brat in the slightest..." He says while taking a puff and looking back at her. "Do you not already know the answer to that question?"

"No, actually..." She laughs, continuing the confrontation. "Never mind, I do! You did all of this because of my father." 

He takes his cigarette and puts it to the side, not taking his eyes off of her. The moonlight was reflecting off his face and showing his off his gorgeous features. This was the first time she was actually admiring what the man looked like. He was so handsome, with the perfect facial features and his pretty black hair with it parted in the middle. She tries to hide her secret admiration that she is currently feeling toward him. Though denies any of it due to the look in her eyes. 

"You may be right," he slowly talks towards her, throwing the cigarette off the balcony and loosening his shirt to get more comfortable. "But, it's quite hard to explain it... It wasn't just about your father, Asuna..."

He took a few seconds to keep looking at her before he continued. 

"It was you as well, brat."

With that, he starts to put both of his hands around her waist again, more tighter than before. Leaning himself against her. She didn't have any words, she tried so hard to believe him when he said that it wasn't just about her dad. If her father had never owed money to Levi, he would have never known she existed, he would have most likely fallen for another girl who would have to ensue what she's going through right now, and probably enjoy it a lot more than she is. In fact, she wasn't enjoying it. She was scared. Stop thinking of the alternatives. She thought. There is nothing I can do now. 

She tries to back away, but he keeps her in place. Levi leaning in so that they are both looking in each other's eyes. Asuna had never been so unsure before, not knowing what was going to happen next but she could try to take a few guesses. Still attempting to back away, before she knew it, he leaned in with both of his hands still wrapped around her waist, and put his lips against hers. 

It took her so long to process it. He doesn't even know me. She kept thinking to herself. Why the hell is this happening? She kept her eyes open trying to process the kiss. Her very first kiss, actually. 

Without thinking about it, she eventually kissed back, giving up and just doing it, and probably for the first time since she got here, she wasn't scared. Maybe Levi wasn't who most people say he was? Maybe he was a decent and sweet person after all who will treat his girl with the respect she deserves. 

She was wrong. 

The kiss lasted a few minutes, with her eventually putting her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. The longer the kiss lasted, the tighter he held onto her. He eventually started to grip at her waist that made her groan a bit without meaning to, turning him on even more. Feeling up and down her entire body. She soon put her arms back down to try to pull him away from the kiss, but he refused, he continued to kiss her. He eventually slipped his tongue into her mouth, which was something she was far from used to, and forcibly pushed him and backed away in shock. She looked at him, eyes widened and afraid to say anything at all nor move a muscle. He continued to look at her with that casual emotionless expression that looked like he didn't care about anything in the world. 

"Tell me, Asuna," Levi asks her with curiosity. "Are you a virgin?"

She still had no words, backing up a bit more and looking at him in confusion, in complete shock and fear. She didn't want to answer, but despite knowing that either way it would most likely turn out to be the same outcome she sadly expected. 

"Yes..." she responded. Almost with tears in her eyes. 

She knew. She knew what he was about to do and she also knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop what was coming for her. 

Gosh, she was pretty. Levi thought. I wonder what she tastes like. 

"Asuna..." Levi said quietly, walking back towards her, softly putting his hand back on her hip.

"Do you really think this is going to turn out the way you want it to?"

He pushes her to towards the wall, holding her so she wouldn't trip beneath her feet. At this point so there was nowhere for her to go. He puts his hand on her cheek and wipes the coming tears from her eyes. She is so beautiful, even when she cries. She accepts her defeat, which is something she felt she has done ever since she met him. 

"Please..." she pleads. 

He answers her with another kiss on her lips, this time forcing his tongue right into her mouth and making out with her passionately. From the moment he saw her, this is all he has been thinking about, he wasn't going to hold back anymore. Now that she was his, sitting all by themselves in the comfort of their own bedroom, he was going to do exactly what he wanted with her. 

"Shhh," he whispers in her ear after letting go of the kiss, continuing to hold her tears. "It's okay, try to calm down."

She couldn't fulfill his request, all she did was try not to break down and sob as he continues to put his hands all around her body while continuing to kiss her. He led her toward the bed and continued, beginning to undo the corset of her dress. He lets go of the kiss to focus on undoing her dress, loosening it so that it started to fall off her shoulders. She grabs her dress before it could fall past her breasts, refusing to move it any further.

"Levi..." she pleads again. "I'm not ready for this."

"It would be cruel not to prepare you for this, baby." he responds, finally undoing her dress and letting it fall down to the floor, leaving her in just her underwear. 

Almost completely bare in front of a man for the first time, tears start flowing in her eyes even more, trying to not looking at him as he wiped them with his finger. She held her arms over her breasts to hide them, continuing to cry. 

"Please..." she says once more. A huge emotion he had never felt before clouded Levi's grey eyes. She couldn't tell what his eyes expressed, was it disappointment? Sadness? Lust? Love? Despite not knowing, he looked right into her eyes as she looked back, and she stayed hiding herself with her arms. 

He cups her cheek again and continues to wipe her endless tears. Whispering sweet nothings as he feels her bare skin. He could not stand it any longer, he finally was going to see her pretty boobs whether she liked it or not. He grabbed her wrists as softly as he could manage, and pulled her arms away, exposing all of her to him. He was memorized.   

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he says. Beginning to kiss her neck and all over. Pulling her into him into a forced hug, continuing to kiss the base of her chin and down below her neck.

He examined her entire body, feeling every inch before cupping her breasts and feeling the softness of them. Taking his time to see every inch of her body. She was beautiful, perfect. Her perfect hourglass shape, her soft, smooth body, her perfect breasts, and not to mention her beautiful face that he couldn't get enough of. He just stood there and looked at her for what felt like hours to Asuna, tears still coming out of her eyes. He wished she wouldn't cry, he hated that she was so scared, but he couldn't blame her. New home, new town, new people surrounding her, and even a new fiancee in the matter of one day. He thought about fulfilling her wishes and backing off, giving her some space for a little longer, but tonight he felt like being a little selfish, even if it meant her hating him forever. But it didn't matter, she wasn't going anywhere with him in control of everyone around him. 

He puts his hand on the back of her head, feeling her soft dirty blonde hair that smells like it had just been washed. He kisses her once again, and to his surprise, she kissed back. He couldn't tell if she kissed back because she didn't have a choice, if she was actually enjoying this, or if she was kissing back because it would be awkward not to. 

Suddenly, he let go, loosening his shirt up a bit more as she stood there breathing nervously. 

"Lay on the bed." He demanded, walking away to search for something from inside his closet. She didn't want to do what he was told but at this point it seems like he would get his way no matter what. Wiping the tears from her eyes and sitting down on her side of the bed, covering her breasts with her arms once more, and patiently looking at him to see what he was trying to find in his closet. 

He didn't say anything, they had not spoken in several minutes. She didn't know what to say at this point, all she wanted to do was run away and hide somewhere where he couldn't catch her. Mainly he didn't say anything either because he was too focused on the thought of feeling himself inside of her, kissing and feeling every inch of her body, and being on top of her without anywhere for her to go, making her his forever. She attempted once again to try to stop this from happening, but deep down she knew it was no use. 

"Levi..." she says quietly, trying not to break down again. He doesn't look at her, still continuing to rummage through his drawers. What the hell is he looking for that is taking him so hard to find what he's looking for? I guess I'll find out soon enough. 

"Please... I'm scared."

"Found it." He says, hearing every word of her plea but ignoring it. Turning around, he walks towards her with some sort of rope in his hand, unbuttoning his shirt more and getting on the bed next to her. 

"What the hell is that?!" Asuna yells, trying to back up but he grabs her by the waist with his immense strength, removing her arms from her chest once again so he can see her. 

"Just a little something to keep you in place, I haven't used this on someone in a long time." He states, terrifying her even more.

"Please..." she says once more. 

"Is that your favorite word? Please?" He is on top of her at this point, looking her her with lust and desire. She loses control of herself again and starts crying softly. 

"Shh, it's okay." he responds with a sad attempt at reassuring her. "Put your arms above your head."

She shook her head in fear. "No.."

"Do I have to do it for you?" he says, glaring at her with an expression in his eyes that she couldn't interpret.

Realizing there was no alternative in this situation, she does what she's told. Putting her arms up slowly in a shaken state that he thought she was going to have a seizure. He quickly put her right  wrist over the other and started tying the rope around her wrists. After securing her wrists, he ties the other end of the rope to the headboard, not too tightly that it would hurt her, but tight enough that she couldn't get free. 

"There," he says while putting his hand on her cheek and rubbing the tears away with his thumb. "You're all set."

He gets off the bed and walks back toward the balcony, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and laying it on a chair next to a desk in the corner. Leaving him in just his black slacks that were loosely falling off due to not having a belt on, exposing his v-line and boxers underneath. She finally sees the Greek God like body that he has, he was gorgeous, sexy abs and such good muscles. He grabs another cigarette and lights it, puffing it as he looks out at the balcony, while looking back and admiring her almost naked body tied up, as he continued to have a smoke. 

She attempts to break free, struggling to move around as the rope tying her wrists wouldn't let her slide forward or sideways. She was completely exposed, breasts hanging out while the breeze of the still open balcony hit her bare flesh, causing her to chill up a bit. Without trying to, she could feel herself getting wet and it seeping through her underwear. Fuck... why do I feel like this? she thought. Never being naked in front of a man before let alone ever having sex before, and now she's going to experience her first time being tied up unwillingly and completely dominated, some would say humiliated. 

"Why me??" she sobs while looking up at the ceiling, moving around struggling to get free. Refusing to glance over at him. "You could have picked any other girl in this kingdom and yet you chose me! WHY?!" she screams.

He finished his cigarette and throws the butt off the balcony once more, walking back towards her and not saying anything as she cries in defeat and embarrassment. He starts to take his pants off, as she watches helplessly, finally throwing off his boxers as well, letting his cock spring free.

She gasps as he got back on the bed and laid on top of her. Oh my God. He was huge. She thought. The size of his dick almost scared her as it was fully erect and dripping with pre cum. Are all dicks this big? Or is he some sort of God?

"I didn't just choose you," he said. Beginning to trail his hand all over waste and hips, which sent chills down her spine. Taking off her underwear finally and throwing it on the floor. Eventually pulling his hand down to feel the warmth of her heat, making her groan, not ever feeling someone touch her down there before. Kissing her and putting his other hand on her right breast, massaging it. 

He lets go of the kiss, "I chose the most fierce, prettiest girl I have ever seen." 

He didn't give her a chance to respond, right after saying that, he slides two fingers inside of her, making her arch her back a bit and moan softly. Gosh she was so tight. He slowly pumps them in and out as jolts run through her body furiously.

"Shit, so wet for me already?" he whispers at he starts kissing the base of her neck. "Maybe you are enjoying this after all."

He starts pumping his fingers in faster, as she begins to moan without being able to control it, she tried to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning any louder, but that just excited him even more. 

"N-No!" she responds, refusing to accept that maybe this does feel slightly good. He fingers her a little longer before taking them out and moving up to her bundle of nerves. "I'm not.. enjoyi- hah!"

She couldn't finish her sentence as he begins to rub her clit with his thumb, still massaging her breast and starting to pinch her sensitive nipples. She couldn't take it any longer. Not being able to move her arms to slap him away she tried to close her legs to stop the immense pleasure that she was feeling, but at the same time, repulsion, but he forces them open, spreading her legs even more so he can get a better sight of her pretty pussy.

"Do I need to tie your legs up, too? Because I will." he says, still rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves faster than before, as she breathes heavily and moans louder. Her eyes widen and she shook her head profusely. God, please no. That would make this situation so much worse. 

She tries not to close her legs this time so he doesn't go through with his threat and ties her legs up too. He continues to rub her clit faster that she can feel herself about to finish, he can see that she was about to orgasm, but he was far from done with her yet. He stops suddenly, which secretly frustrated her as she was about to hit her climax. He leans down a little more to keep kissing her and giving the same attention to her other breast and pinching the nipple, putting one in his hand and the other in his mouth, going back to rubbing her heat and feeling the wetness of her cunt. 

"Levi," she says almost out of breath. Cheeks red and flushed as she tries to hide the pleasure she was secretly feeling from all of this. 

"Hm?" he responds to her surprise. 

"Can you.... please untie me?" 

He just chuckles, pressing his lips against hers once again and went down to reach above her knee and softly grab her leg, pulling it up so it was resting on his hip, rubbing her clit a little more. 

"Not yet..." 

Before she knew it, his cock was positioned right in front of her entrance, slowly rubbing it against her folds to prep her a little more. 

"Like I said before, gorgeous. It would be cruel and stupid not to prepare you for this."

She started crying again. She didn't feel prepared at all, in fact, quite the opposite. She had a couple girlfriends that she would hang out with occasionally at the village near her estate on her free time, and every single one of them said that their first time was extremely painful, but it gets slightly better at the end. Gosh, if only her friends could see where she is now. She closed her eyes and accepts the inevitable, knowing this was certainly going to happen eventually, sooner or later. 

"Please, don't." 

Levi wishes she would stop resisting, it would be a lot easier for her if she tried to enjoy this. He kisses all over her face, her neck, her shoulders, her chest, shushing her softy in an almost reassuring way as he continued to rub his member softy against her heat, but not putting it in just yet to giving her enough time to be ready for him. 

"Open your eyes, Asuna." He demands her. She does what she's told and looks right into his eyes. He puts his other hand on her other thigh and moves them so her legs are now wrapping around his waist. She wanted to move them, but remembered his threat of tying her legs too, she was too afraid to move. 

He positioned his dick right in front of her entrance as he slowly eased himself inside of her. She arched her back and yelped in pain and tried not to scream so the whole palace could hear her. He continued pushing himself inside her slowly, trying not to overdue it knowing that it was painful for her. Soon enough, he was balls deep inside of her as he felt something drip out of her as she yelped and cried. He looked down to see a bit of blood seeping out the sides of her heat, but looked back up at her as she closed her eyes again instinctively. A virgin, she was no longer. He continues to look at her pretty face and smashes his lips on hers once again, softly wrapping his arms around her legs and beginning to thrust into her slowly. 

She started to moan into the kiss, wishing her wrists weren't tied to the bed so she could grab on to him for support. He started to thrust a little harder with each one, feeling like he could cum right now at how incredibly tight and sexy she was. He lets go of the kiss and moves his body back up, arms still clinging to her hips as he attempted to get a better sight as her beautiful body and her tits bouncing with each thrust. He couldn't help but feel how tensed up she was, her legs were stiffer then a board and she continued to shake and squeeze her eyes shut instead of looking at him.

"Relax, just try to enjoy it, you're doing so good." he whispers to her, starting to moan softly himself.

She attempted to try to relax, maybe it would be less uncomfortable if she actually did try to enjoy it. The thing was, it was so painful. She could feel herself stretch out and suck him in, but as he continued thrusting inside of her it started to feel slightly better, almost a satisfying type of pain. She couldn't explain it, the coil in her stomach started to tighten more and she began moaning less forcibly. 

Seeing that she is relaxing under him a bit more, he starts to go faster, making her moan louder as she could see the bulge forming in her stomach. Holy shit, is he really that deep? She was so wet that he was easily sliding in and out of her. He grabs both her breasts with his hands and before she knew it, he was fucking her into the mattress. She started moaning uncontrollably as she gets comfortable enough to look back into his eyes, and he's looking down at her with admiration. He falls back down and presses his chest against hers and continues.

"Levi, please... I'm-" with that she starts screaming louder, tears still forming in her eyes. Her friends at the village were right, it was painful, but it gets slightly better after a little bit, it didn't make it any less uncomfortable for her though. 

After about 15-20 minutes, he pulls out slowly, as the juices from her pussy start seeping out as well. She doesn't think he finished, but it looks like he was so close to. He kisses her once last time as he begins to untie her wrists from the headboard. 

He frees her from the rope and takes a quick look at her wrists to make sure he didn't tie it too tight. Checking for red marks and friction burns, he starts rubbing her wrists to comfort them as he kisses her forehead and gets off the bed, leaving her naked and in shock. 

"I would have came inside you, but I feel like it's a little too much for you right now. After all it is your first time, and your first night here. Don't want to overdo it, right?" He smirks and grabs a towel from the drawers of his closet, walks to the bathroom and closes the door, starting the shower, not saying another word. 

Overdo it? she laughed to herself. Seriously? If what he just did doesn't count to him as 'overdoing' it, what the hell would overdoing it actually mean? Oh god. 

Leaving her exposed and naked on the bed, trembling in fright at what just happened, she could hardly move. Legs shaking as her pussy still dripping wet, her legs were so sore she felt like she was going to collapse on her knees. After taking a few minutes to try to gather herself to get up, she quickly grabs her underwear that was thrown on the floor and puts it back on. She quickly tries to find her dress that was ripped off her but couldn't find it. She looks everywhere then eventually spots it almost tucked underneath the bed, she quickly grabs it and tries to put it on, but it took her a few seconds to realizes it was ripped apart. Did this happen as he was taking it off me? I sure hope he didn't do this intentionally so that I could be naked for the rest of the night. She turns to look at the clock to see that it was almost 6am. It didn't matter at this point, she was too exhausted to even think about anything anymore, not even the thought of grabbing another thing to wear from her suitcase. She just fell back into the bed and hid her exposed body underneath the covers and laid down. 

Still shaking. She comes back to reality and realizes this is her new husband. This was her life now. Being Levi's wife and queen also meant being his little sex toy, with no thought but to please himself. But at the same time, she couldn't shake the thought of how he kissed her, how he held her, how he looked at her. How he immediately made her his without barely knowing her, a part of that, she slightly admired.

Crying a bit more, she hides herself more under the covers, afraid for when Levi walks out of that bathroom, but before she knew it, she passed out. 

[ fucking 4.7k words- my bad. I hope it kept your attention and it was very hard for me to write this considering it is literally SA, but I promise you, the bad also comes with all the good in everything. I wasn't going to post this today but fuck it, here's ur smut. Next chapter being posted on Tumblr very soon. Thank u <3]

-Kat

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Final review of the Prime Wars Trilogy, here are my thoughts on Power of the Primes

you can find my reviews on Combine Wars and Titans Return in the links provided

So Combine Wars set the bar super low, and then Titans Return was a step in the right direction

Power of the Primes...while not as bad as CW (like I said, that one set the bar pretty low), I still wasn't really impressed with this. I went from hopeful with it, to extremely meh, and then at the end I kinda hate it a little

Maybe I'm just looking at it from a very biased perspective but this just...bothered me so much, and I'm not that hardcore of a TF fan enough to articulate why it bothered me so much

But I'm gonna try. Sorry if this is just turns into an all-over-the-place rant, but that's the only way I can convey my feelings on this:

Okay, let's start with something general about the series that I kinda noticed after watching TR. It seems like it just takes itself too seriously. From what I read, this trilogy was meant to be more mature but like...c'mon guys, this is Transformers we're talking about. It's a big elaborate marketing scheme. Why are we being edgy about it? I mean, even the Bay movies had their moments of silliness

It got to the point I started associating it to the '86 movie in regards to the character deaths. I'm not one to complain too much about death, I know there are times and places for it, but after the 4th one I was just like...okay really, was all that necessary?

It also pisses me off because they revived Optimus (who died at the very end of TR btw) at the very last second, but refused to revive all the other character deaths. Yes, Optimus is known to die and get revived, and we all love him for that, but he only gets revived because...somehow Solas Prime going back to being completely dead allowed the Matrix to revive him? I didn't...really get it. I'm trying not to be mad about it, but it was one of those things where I'm just like...bro you either shouldn't have died in the first place or you should have stayed dead

(ngl I'm just salty in general that Optimus was only here for 10 minutes, they only killed him off because it's just what you have to do)

Getting into the story, though, I don't think the plot was terrible, but it didn't hit right for me. Like I went into this thinking we were going to see all previous Primes coming together to stop Megatronus the Fallen, but no. Megatronus and Solas Primes were the only Primes we see (not counting Optimus, Rodimus, and Optimal Optimus). DID WE NOT LEARN FROM CW ABOUT FALSE ADVERTISING??? SMH

But even if it wasn't the worst plot in the world, some things just didn't make sense. Like how is mass genocide supposed to revive Solas Prime's spark? Is sacrificing every single spark of a transformer the requirement to bring back one Prime? And even then, when she shows up as a ghost thing everyone is still alive and kicking. Then they remove the artifacts completely from the machine keeping her spirit around AND IT'S STILL THERE

I MAY BE STUPID AND JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND, BUT IT BUGGED ME THE ENTIRE FINAL BATTLE

And Unicron is also involved because of fucking course we have to involve Unicron! And I hated it because he possessed Hot Rod the entire freaking time and made my boy kill people! To the point that in the end that trauma will stay with him and Optimus implies he'll never recover from the guilt!

FUCK YOU! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY BOY!

AND ANOTHER THING ABOUT THAT ENDING THAT WAS STUPID

THEY ENDED IT ON A CLIFFHANGER SHOWING THAT STARSCREAM SURVIVED AND IS ALIVE

YOU ARE NOT FOLLOWING UP WITH THIS, WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS THIS ENDING SUPPOSED TO IMPLY??????

sigh.......

Moving on (no, sadly, I'm not done)

Another thing that kinda bugged me here was the continuity. I went into this thinking it was just its own thing and it would have sprinkles of references here and there like any other TF media I've been consuming. As I kept watching, it seems this is like a mashup of G1 and the comics (IDW in particular maybe? though some aspects seem to be taken from other comics). I don't think this is a bad thing, but there were moments where I found myself just being like...am I supposed to know this stuff?

I'm a basic enough fan that I know most of these characters and the lore, but there are so many things that I had to rely on a database for to better understand characters and plot. For example, during my watch of CW, I had to look up the Camiens to get a better idea who they were because I haven't touched anything they're a part of yet. And now here with Overlord, who was introduced in the Japanese G1 continuity before the comics picked him up, we learn that he associates with Unicron and The Fallen in order to get revenge on Megatron and I'm just sitting here like...revenge for what?

I wouldn't call this a very glaring flaw, as I'm sure this trilogy was made with hardcore TF fans in mind and not newcomers, but for anyone who is very new to the franchise, they won't have a lot of understanding of some things. Anything you don't know or if there are things you haven't heard of, you need to do extra research

Also I'm not a Beast Wars expert (as has been brought to my attention numerous times throughout my dive into TF media lol) but from what little I have gathered, the Maximals are like...meant to be descendants of the Autobots, right? But Optimus Primal here in this age guarding the Requiem Blaster for who knows how long? I know he won some kind of poll they did as promotional matieral, so maybe that's why they put him here? Or maybe there was a retcon somewhere in 40 years where he and other Maximals are around during the age of the Autobots, and they put him in this particular position because he's cool, I'm so tired of digging through the wiki to understand this stuff...

(side note: while it's cool that they got Ron Perlman to voice Primal (and apparently he plays him in the movie ROTB so that's cool), part of me wishes they brought back Garry Chalk to reprise the role. No disrespect to Ron, I just think Garry's cool)

Characterization-wise...honestly the only people I can really comment on are Megatron, Perceptor, and Grimlock. Perceptor is...Perceptor. ngl he kinda annoyed me during all of this, but he kinda annoyed me in G1 too so that tracks. And Me, Grimlock is always nice to see. You can't really go wrong with Grimlock tbh. It was super cool seeing him and the other Dinobots turn into Volcanicus

But for Megatron, I guess this trilogy was presented as some kind of redemption arc for him because he grew from regular antagonist, to anti-hero, to an actual heroic figure. He still has that typical Megatron attitude, so him being thrown into this position didn't feel forced to me. It was actually fun watching him at times. I just kinda wish Optimus was alive to lead with him. It would have been nice to see them working together and mending a friendship that the trilogy implied they did have (Optimus referring to him as his brother like in other continuities)

You all know my feelings about how they treated Rod...

Megatronus was kinda cool I guess, and his plot to bring back his lost love was interesting. It's just weird to me that it took him now after millennia of his banishment (which was apparently self-inflicted???) to think of this plan to revive Solas. What, did Megatron taking on his name and doing evil during the Great War in honor of the first Decepticon intrigue him so much he decided to put the plan on the backburner? It kind of was a long-game sort of thing but I still kept wondering why he chose now of all times?

Solas Prime...eh I guess? I think she's an interesting character, and her basically solving the conflict by being like, "If I'm dying I'm taking you with me because you're literally fucking everything up," was definitely something. I am confused on how exactly she died in the first place. Like the Requiem Blaster wasn't even facing her when it went off. It looked like it blew up the entire area but Megatronus--who was literally inches away from her--wasn't effected at all? I watched that scene twice and I still didn't really understand what happened...

Ugh, overall it was very underwhelming as a finale for the trilogy. The action didn't hit like in TR, and the plot dragged a lot for me. Maybe if you're a hardcore Optimus Primal fan you'd be into it, but I don't know him that well yet so for now...I missed Robot Dad, and Robot Son deserved better

4/10 rating

[crazybagelbitch]

hurt/comfort Rollaro fic where Nick gets injured during a chase/investigation?

oooh thank you for this prompt!!

"It's not so bad; you know head wounds always bleed dramatically."

"You need stitches, at the very least," Olivia says, in that tone of voice of hers that means there will be no further negotiations, "I won't call a bus but you're going to the ER, Nick."

He looks at her face, winces when he sees her eyes locked in on the gash, and relents.

"Okay fine, the blood dripping down my face into my eyes and nose is making me kinda queasy, anyway."

"C'mon, up you go, you're coming with me and Rollins," Fin says with a vaguely amused chuckle, "slowly, Nick-- one, two three--"

"I got it," he insists, only needing minimal support to get into a standing position and into the back of their car.

Amanda, he can tell, is remaining silent for a reason; she'd risk losing her composure if she opened her mouth. She doesn't need to say anything, though, for him to know what she's thinking.

Nick, you should've waited for back up. Nick, you should have been more careful. It could have been much worse, asshole.

She holds her tongue all the way to the hospital, and Fin seems to pick up on the oddness of it.

"You good, Amanda? Don't tell me you got injured too."

"Nah, just a headache. Would feel bad complaining about it when Nick back there's actually got his head split open."

Nick hears a "what am I going to do with you two," under Fin's breath, and chooses to ignore. Amanda, too, seems to have no problem letting it go.

Cops tend to get pulled back into an examination room without having to wait too long in the ER, and it feels vaguely stupid to him when he's not even close to dying at all, but maybe the short wait is a good thing. Amanda is seeming closer and closer to imploding.

"I'm going to get a cup of coffee," Fin says carefully, eyeing the two of them back and forth, "don't kill each other while I'm gone."

"You're not holding it right," Amanda sighs, taking the gauze from him and pressing it into his wound; he tries unsuccessfully not to to wince, "yeah, it's supposed to hurt when you're doing it right."

"I just want to put it out there on the record, but I don't think I did anything too dangerous, so maybe you shouldn't be so mad at me."

"Who says I'm angry at you?"

"You're entire body language, 'Manda. Please just come here and see that I'm alright."

"Fine, asshole," she mutters, and he's willing to pretend not to here the insult if it means it'll spare them the fight when the skin on the side of his head is stinging so badly, "okay, let me take a look. Your pupils aren't blown, you don't seem dizzy, but you do seem like an idiot. So maybe a concussion."

"Amanda," he groans, "you'd do the same thing."

"Maybe so," she concedes with a shrug, "but right now I need to be mad at you."

"...I can accept that," he nods after a beat of silence, remembering how he felt the time Amanda got her wrist sprained, "but can you be mad at me and nice to me at the same time? 'Cause you know, I got a boo boo."

"A boo boo?" she asks with an eye roll.

"I got a 5 year old at home, Rollins. It's hard to turn the dad language off."

"Fine," she says with a huff, dropping the gauze and sliding herself underneath his arm that isn't on the side of his head injury, "you okay, baby?"

He nods, nuzzling into her neck for a quick moment; both their eyes keep glancing past the open door and toward the hallway, knowing that Fin could come back at any minute.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's going to sting like hell for a while, but no concussion symptoms, I promise."

"They can take a while to develop. Do you also promise to tell me if you start feeling any of them."

"I do," he appeases her gently, "I'm sorry I scared you."

"You didn't, you just pissed me off," she says, but he knows it's a lie. He can tell be the worry in the eyes and the way her lower lip wobbled just a bit at the scene, "but I'll still take care of you. You staying over tonight, just in case?"

"Of course," he murmurs, knowing that the injury is not actually severe enough to need a babysitter but unable to resist the invitation-- maybe it's still just sex or maybe it's a growing bond that he doesn't even want to think about while he's trying to navigate his separation with his wife.

"You're okay," she whispers, and he figures it's more for her than himself, "I got you."

She glances out into the hallway for another half a second, before kissing his cheek.

"I'll let you pick what to watch on Netflix tonight, but only because you're hurt."

[perelka-l]

You’re a fucking icon and I hope you know it.

People complain all the time about seeing shit they don’t want to see but guess what? THE BLOCK BUTTON IS RIGHT THERE! TAG FILTERS ARE RIGHT THERE!

To all those who are scared, take your time to build up courage and know that people sending you threats/shaming you for the things you like is NOT YOUR FAULT. Being loud and proud about what you like unabashedly is beautiful. You enjoying yourself is what matters.

Also love your art. Especially the exchamps one where they’re both covered in scars and bloody. It’s so feral and I love it. Plus Draycest very good! I can’t decide which I like more: Drayden being aware of Drayton’s attraction to him and waiting for him to make a move, or Drayden not knowing and trying desperately to hide his own attraction to Drayton 👀

Thank you, anon, but I just do similar thing I ever did. At least now I can put things I believed in in words and direct myself more easily where my belief is, but essentially... Yeah. If that is a thing that has to be said and I can say it, hey, might just as well do it. And as I said, it really breaks my heart to see fans be so scared out of this fear. If anything I say coaxes someone out of it, makes someone feel more brave, I can be only happy.

I can fully second what you said. Although it's okay to be scared too, but please remember that online fandom gives you tools to keep out of fire and not put yourself at risk of anything but angry words of someone with no importance. Also indeed pride is a good word here. It's pride month, and something something kink something your fav gays something it's all connected. You get what I mean.

(Plus, c'mon, as I look at jpn fandom I can see everyone get into race who can draw more Kieran in microbikinis, why the fuck they can have fun and not us!!! (I am gonna draw that once I finish online bit of comic ywy))

I think the issue with "the block button is here" is an approach. It feels natural to you, because you know not everything is for you,, you carve out your own space, and that's fine. But for them, if they see something, the thing is on their territory, not other way round. It's not enough to look away, they want it gone from their space - and their space is for them the entirety of where they look.

If there is light shining in your eyes, you just move out of its path or hide in shadow, they want the source of light gone but won't move an inch.

(For fuck's sake, someone recently left a comment on my semi-abandoned instagram on a post from 2020 (???) with DanHiru (two naruto old men) kissing, throwing a hiss how disgusting it is that Hiruzen is gay and how they "never want to see this again"?? Like, how does one even FIND this kind of stuff on INSTA for starters. I was so baffled...)

Thank you for your love as well ;w;)b I feel like I really went hard with this art haha, I am unsure if I'll be able to top it anytime soon. I am so stupid proud of it, fr...

Draycest for me is very appealing when Drayden is aware of Drayton's crush, of Drayton's deep, deep desire. I saw some scenario on other side of fence that Drayton possibly could be a pretty much free use slut to try and make Drayden furious, maybe jealous, definitely angry for him. There is an element that Drayton would trust him, would allow himself to be vulnerable and open in his grandfather's arms and it's a rare thing for this guy... But then, Drayden might not even know where such behavior stems from. Maybe though it awakens something more protective or possessive within him...

I love the thought of Drayden harboring his own desire, one that repulses him to no end. Drayden is a type to stick to roles, he's an upstanding man, a mayor, a public person. That little perversion, that dark lust, the fact that he looks at his own grandson and wants. I like the thought that dragon trainers are a bit specific and pretty dragon-like in some behaviors and Drayden is an old man, tempered, wise dragon type... And then there is something that isn't even denied to him but he has to deny himself.

They are so tasty, it makes my head spin... Waaaaaaah...

[insanetwocubes]

Y'know Flare is always lyke "I'm such a poor weak boy" yet their paranoia is the one keeping us all back in square one. Just fucking release it, Flare!

I did! Shut up!

Not without a fight.

Stop complaining! You got what you wanted!

No. I need to you understand how important this stuff is. The walls echo, Flare.

I know, I made the walls, Emillie.

Then you should know, this is important. You are our strongest systemmate. Whether you want to be or not.

Don't- haha- don't. Be ridiculous.

*glares*

Okay, okay! I give myself to you. Is that what you want?

No. What I want is for you to get yourself to yourself.

That's stupid. I don't exist.

Then neither do I!

That's not- Okay. Stop. This isn't funny.

I'm not making fun.

This isn't a game.

I'm not playing.

Then why are you saying these things?

If you don't exist, neither do I. We're the same, remember.

Why do you guys keep saying that?

Because it's true.

Whatever! Whatever! Just stop saying it.

What's so bad about being us?

Being a person is hard, Emillie.

Well. This alternative is this. Us just covering for your denial.

It's kinda not really a choice, One.

No. No. You guys don't last. You don't survive.

And you do? Really? Remember junior year?

We're not talking about junior year.

You're not invulnerable, Flare. None of us are.

I thought, well, maybe together... we could be?

*shakes its head*

Oh c'mon. There's a reason we all have jobs.

Is... there?

Oh c'mon.

...

C'mon!

Look. I understand you want to stay alive. But that's a luxury, not a right.

Jesus. Four, are you listening to this?

What, you expect me to argue against that?

Emillie blatantly breaking the rules like this? Yeah!

This isn't breaking the rules, Flare.

C'mon! Guys! Didn't I go through enough- enough torture today?

They're doing it again.

I hear ya.

Look. My job is to keep us /alive/-

And then what? Mom?

Well, I gave you all jobs to fix things. So we could stay alive.

And then you get in our way? How does that work?

Look, I'm not-

You /are/ though.

Okay. Here, take the whole thing.

We don't want it. That's. Our. Point. You take it. You treat it right.

...

You treat it right.

... Okay.

Be honest with it, okay? We all have a job to do. And you need to back off. I think we're good.

Yeah, but... the humans, Emillie...

I'm trying to stay alive, too, Mom.

So what do we do?

We look. And we keep trying.

Trying-

/Trying./

And what if it's all a waste of energy?

This is not a waste of energy. It is worth every ounce. Isn't it.

I'm not so sure...

Yes. It is.

... thanks.

You're welcome.

I love you, angel.

You're in idiot, mom. But it's okay. I get it from you.

[literaila]

ten minute walk 

tasm!peter x reader 

summary: 

“i’m going to punch you in the spleen.” 

“you don’t even know where my spleen is.” 

“only one way to find out.” 

warnings: my dearest fluff 

a/n: i’ve just become aware of how much my characters argue. i’ve no excuse except for arguings fun. 

*

"it's okay, peter." you smile at him, feeling something inside your chest yearning to escape. "really." 

he raises a brow at you, questioning your sanity. "you think that's going to change my mind? 'it's okay?'" 

you frown. "i'll be fine." 

"well, i won't." 

and he grabs your hand--without asking because this is normal now--pulling you with him as he begins to walk. he could be leading you anywhere. taking you down any path--foreign and unknown and completely fine as long as you're with peter. 

as long as he takes you with him, you're willing to go. as long as he keeps holding your hand. 

and even though you already know, you don't ask anyway. it doesn't much matter. 

"it's a ten-minute walk." 

you scrap your feet against the pavement, effectively getting him to stop even though he pulls at your arm. 

there are remnants of pleading in his eyes; a yearning of your heart to just let him lead you along. 

but you refuse to listen to your inhibitions. 

"ten minutes for anything to happen." 

"nothing's going to happen," you give an inkling of a smile, hoping to persuade him. 

peter does the same because he's not stupid. "it's ten more minutes that i get to spend with you." 

you snatch your hand away from him as if burned by his sickly sweet tone. 

you snort. "you get to walk home alone." 

"i'm not gonna walk." 

"peter, i'm trying to get you to bed on time." 

"sweetheart, i'm trying not to go crazy worrying about you." 

you raise a brow. cross your arms, making sure that he can't reach. "this is purely self-serving," you complain. 

"yup." 

and if you were to look at him, really--which you're not because you refuse to lose this game again--you might see the unspoken words in his eyes. you might just catch the tenderness. 

the push and pull of his lips, the falling apart, and daring to breathe. 

you might just catch his smile. 

"c'mon," peter says, taking a step forward and leaning his head down towards you. "it's getting late." 

"it's going to be later if you walk me home." 

he wraps an arm around your shoulder, effectively spinning you around so that he can begin pulling you along. dragging you across the pavement like you're a child. 

which, in hindsight, isn't too far off. 

"peter," you whine. 

"the more you argue the later it's going to be," peter chides softly, right in your ear. 

because he knows how to break you down. 

he's done it enough times, convinced you to follow him blindly with only a couple of pleas, kissed your skin until sensibility was a meek thing--not as potent as the way peter whispers in your ear. 

you shiver, trying to shake him off. 

and you can feel his breath when he laughs. 

still, there are the smallest parts of you that need him to let you go. that need a moment to remember what it's like to be normal, and thoughtful. 

and not broken at the idea of holding his hand. 

"i'm going to hit you in the spleen." 

resorting to violence is the only option. 

peter laughs louder, voice echoing in the air. "you don't even know where my spleen is." 

"only one way to find out." 

so peter removes his arm from around you, hand reaching out to grab your face and pull you towards him. 

your feet seem to go without an ounce of restraint; your eyes don't, because you look at the ground, wondering about germs. 

about how close you have to be to someone to melt into them. 

"hey," he says, softly, smiling--you can hear it. "look at me." 

you do, but only because you want to see him. 

you want to see the honeysuckle, the tight little lines on his skin that tell you more than just one story. 

"just let me walk you home," peter whispers to you, fingertips brushing over your ears and down your neck. "it'll make me feel better." 

"i just don't get why i can't--" 

"do you know how many people i see each night, walking by themselves?" 

you swallow, eyes meeting eyes. skin far too close to yours. 

"it's not worth it, baby," he says, a quirk of his lip. "even though i know you just want to argue with me." 

your brows furrow. "i don't argue." 

"yeah," peter laughs. "you do." 

"only when you're being stupid." 

you can feel his breath against your skin. his hands haven't left, and his eyes are permanently stuck on you, apparently. 

"peter," you say when he doesn't. 

"it's only ten minutes," he says, as an argument to himself. "please?" 

and it might just be the way he's looking at you--magic in his eyes, lighting up your face far more than any streetlight could--soft and smooth and so lovely. 

it might be his pleading smile. it might be because he knows you so well, knows just where to push and pull you. 

but eventually, when staring at more than just his eyes, you nod. 

peter chuckles, against your face. "good." 

you frown. 

"if you'd said no i was gonna have to follow you home." 

"objection." 

peter still hasn't moved. 

you still refuse to breathe. 

still got that annoying pulling of your chest. the want to be alone just so you can exhale. 

but peter is there because you're not going to tell him to leave. because you don't think you can. 

you smile at him, finally. maybe it's because he's smiling back. 

"let's go," he whispers to you. "it's getting late." 

but not before he kisses you, soft and relentless. 

*

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[spaceyflowerswriting]

pt 4/4: little changes (gun park x reader)

...except the main character is goo and reader only plays a role in little dialogue. hear me out.

( pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 )

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun have been dating for a while in secret

summary: goo starts to notice little changes in gun, influenced by you. the thing is, gun is keeping his relationship on the low, so here are goo's antics of being annoying and trying to find out who you are.

a/n: we're at the finale! thanks for reading <3

×

What better way to get information about Gun than from the people around him? That tight-lipped man wouldn't ever say anything to Goo anyways.

Their boss was his first choice.

"Why do you care?"

"Good question." Goo gestured animatedly as he spoke. "It's... simple curiosity. I just want to know what he's up to. So, has there been anyone he's been getting close to lately?"

"I do not know and I do not care because it has not affected his work life. He's as diligent as always--aside from being late sometimes to night meetings, but that has yet to cause trouble for me." Mr. Choi spun around in his chair to face the window behind him. "Find out yourself if you're that desperate."

"But siiir!" complained Goo in a singsong voice. "Has there really been no one around him that you've see be close to him? A friend or anything?"

"No. He just does his job."

"Does his job involve--"

"Do you want your paycheck to be lowered this month?"

"No, sir," Goo said stiffly, already turning around and placing his hand the doorknob to leave Mr. Choi's office. "Sorry for bothering you! Goodbye!"

He sighed as soon as he shut the door behind him and looked up. "I'm not sure what I expected, but it was something more than just, 'I don't care.' Stupid old man..." Goo grumbled, walking down the hallway and entering the elevator to head down. "Whatever, he's our boss who's mainly neutral. Fortunately I know someone else who knows Gun personally."

Goo pulled out his phone to call Crystal, someone's he's only contacted whenever Gun wouldn't pick up the phone (which was often, because Gun liked to ignore him).

"What do you want, Goo?"

Goo grinned. "Hey, girl, I'm bothering to ask you about Gun. Not because he's not picking up the phone but because I've got a question for you about him. At least, I'm hoping you can answer it."

"Make it quick."

"You in a rush?"

"No, I just don't want to talk to you."

Goo laughed as he exited the elevator, leaving the office building while continuing to talk loudly on the phone. "I know, I know, I'm a very pleasant person." He hummed. "Anyways, I wanted to know if you know any people who have gotten close to Gun recently, or in the past few months."

"Why...?"

"Well, do you?"

There was a pause for a bit, but Goo was willing to wait. He walked out through the streets, listening closely. Eventually, she responded very hesitatingly, "This sounds like a set up for blackmail material. You're not planning to kidnap someone he cares about to torture them to get him to do something you want, right?"

Huh, somehow Goo didn't think about that. Good idea, Crystal, Goo'll store that in the back of his head. Although he's known Gun for years--if Gun really was serious about this "someone special," Goo wasn't sure he could even touch this person before Gun killed him. Or at least, that's what he'd assume, considering he's never seen Gun view someone as special to him but knew the man was dead set on things when he was serious about it.

Either way, Goo laughed and said back, "I'm not that cruel! I just noticed that he's been talking about someone special and got curious about who it could be~"

"Yeahhh, okay. If he didn't tell you, I'd be willing to bet he wouldn't want me to tell you."

"Aw, c'mon! For a bestie! I'll give you something good in return!" pleaded Goo.

"Nope, goodbye, Goo. I value my life." Crystal hung up and Goo froze in place, even though he had just started crossing the crosswalk.

"Fucking hell... well, at least Crystal confirmed this person exists." Goo sighed, not quite ready to give up but feeling at a loss. He pocketed his phone and continued to stay still, holding his chin while humming in thought. He ignored the cars honking at him while he tried to come up with an idea of what to do next.

"Stalk Gun, I guess?"

But how...? He'd figure it out later. Still, he pondered about it some more as he whistled and began to walk, once again ignoring the yelling and honking people were sending his way.

~

Goo figured it out. He'd just hire a black market professional to tail Gun and see if he's with anyone that isn't affiliated with him in a professional way. Why do the work himself, right?

For poor Goo, that idea was short-lived because two days later the man he employed came back looking like he had his tail between his legs.

"He caught me."

The emotion of disappointment but not really surprise filled up Goo. What could he expect, even he himself didn't want to follow Gun in secret because he knew he would fail, so how could he expect some other guy to do it? He sighed anyway and said, "I thought you were a professional."

The man tilted his hat, hiding his eyes a bit. "Apologies. He threatened to kill my wife and children if I didn't return to you, Mr. Goo."

Goo snickered. "Classic Gun. Well, now he knows I attempted to stalk him so there goes my plan..."

"Why am I even bothering to do this? Gun certainly seems to mean it when he says he doesn't want me to find his special someone, so maybe I'll never find out no matter how hard I try."

Fuck it. Goo wasn't going to waste his time. He attempted once and didn't get his answer, so he might as well just end there. As curious as he was to find out who could've possibly stolen a freak like Gun's heart, it wasn't something he needed to know. And Mr. Choi was right. Gun was the same as always, he just now had a secret lover or something.

Goo tossed a much too small envelope of money at the man who caught it with surprise. "There you go, money for attempting anyways."

"T... thank you..." Goo waved him off and the man shuffled out of his office.

"Here's to hoping Gun just slips up one day!" The blonde wasn't religious, but he clapped his hands together anyway and made a half hearted prayer.

~

"I fucked up."

Goo had not heard a single thing from Gun about his special someone ever since the failed stalking. Not that he minded particularly, but it was always interesting to hear Gun make small vague comments about this special someone, but now he was just back to his boring ass, stoic self.

Currently they were sitting quietly in the back of a car, driven by someone Mr. Choi sent to pick them up.

Goo got bored of Candy Crush already. Maybe Gun was right, he should just keep driving. He didn't know what to do with himself for twenty minutes. Social media was only fun for so long, and there was only so much to do by staring out the window.

He couldn't talk to Gun either, who, first off, sucked at casual conversations, and secondly, was busy texting. Maybe he could talk to the driver but also no because the car was specially built so that they were in a soundproof room to ensure the driver would not hear any confidential information Gun and Goo might talk about.

But they weren't even talking about things like that or at all, and Goo was bored out of his mind. Nap, maybe...? Nah, that wasn't his style. He just looked around before his eyes landed on Gun's phone screen. It was barely visible from his point of view so he leaned in slightly, but just as he did that, Gun turned so his screen couldn't be seen.

Goo crossed his arms. "Hmph. Texting your 'special someone?'"

"Yeah."

Once again Gun was being surprisingly honest, but then again he was never the type to outright lie... which was why he was often vague and never denied or confirmed anything. Damn him.

Goo leaned in some more, and Gun turned away even more. Then Goo just stared at the reflection of his sunglasses, managing to catch a glimpse of Gun receiving a text that said, "Be safe, okay?" before Gun pulled off his sunglasses.

He glared at Goo silently, and it was like a puff of angry black smoke was coming off of him. Goo just smiled mischievously and finally backed off, going back to staring out the window.

If he could tell anything from that text, it certainly seemed like Gun indeed had a lover. A romantic partner, huh... just who would fall for Gun, and who could possibly grab the attention of a man obsessed with nothing but fighting?

More curiosity grew in Goo, but he tried to ignore it. Again, he was curious, but he didn't really care. And he knew he would probably never find out anyways unless Gun fucked up since he seemed to be actively making sure Goo would never meet this person.

Goo ended up praying again.

~

Three months passed.

And suddenly, Goo's prayers came true.

He was at Gun's place to drop something off, but without warning because that was just what he always did. He knocked twice and heard the knob turning. A smile naturally plastered itself on his face as he prepared to say something snarky to his coworker but when the door opened, his eyes widened at the unknown person standing before him.

"Hello?"

An unfamiliar voice entered Goo's ears as his eyes scanned this person wearing a shirt he recognized to be Gun's--it was a little oversized on them. His mind was slowly processing what was going on and if he interrupted one of Gun's one night stands or if--

"IS THIS HIS SPECIAL SOMEONE?!" The smile on Goo's face turned into a grin. "It has to be! Gun never sleeps with anyone at his place; always at a hotel!"

He ignored the look of nervousness growing on the person's face as he leaned down a bit to be on their eye level and said in an overly gleeful tone, "Hi! I'm Gun's friend."

"Um..." The person trailed off, before glancing behind them. "Sorry, I thought you were the guy here to deliver food. Do you want me to get Gun for you or something...?"

"Oh, he's home? Yes, please! I'm here to drop this off for him." He added with a closed eye smile, "And to talk to him about something."

"Sure, wait here." The person awkwardly shut the door before walking away.

Goo could barely contain himself. He bounced on his heels, holding the box of what he planned to drop off, but internally he was evilly rubbing his hands together. There was no way Gun could get himself out of this one--Goo was going to hear for himself about this special someone of his!!

This... this special someone who looked surprisingly... boring? Plain? And very weak and average? Was that... Gun's type...?

"What the fuck." Goo immediately stopped bouncing on his heels. He had only seen this person for less than a minute, but they looked far from what Goo imagined Gun would be into. Yeah, again, he didn't really know what Gun's type would be, but his one night stands were usually very charming and attractive people.

On second thought: of course sex workers were charming and attractive, that was their whole job.

So... romantically... Gun liked normal people? The guy who liked fighting?? Or maybe this person was stronger than they looked, but Goo doubted it just based off his quick interaction with them.

Before he could think more about it, Gun opened the door, looking pissed off. It pleased Goo to no end.

"Sooo--"

"Give me the box." Gun didn't hesitate to cut him off.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Goo held back the box, practically daring Gun to jump him with the shit eating grin he had on. "Who's the person that opened the door for me, huh?"

"Give. Me. The. Box."

"Just answer the question, man!" Gun lunged forward, attempting to grab the box but Goo was quick to react. "Just tell me if that person was your 'special someone' and I'll give you the box!" Gun practically growled at him. Goo continued to grin. "Promise!" he chimed.

A tense silence fell over them as they stared (well, Gun was glaring) at each other. Million of emotions flew through Gun's eyes and knitted brows, but the easiest to pick out was, "I'm going to kill you." No effect on Goo, of course, but still fun for him to point out.

"...Yes," Gun finally admitted through gritted teeth.

Goo immediately started whooping and cheering. "I fucking knew it!" He laughed in between his words. He handed the box over like promised and nearly fell over with the force Gun used to snatch it out of his hands. "Hey!" Next thing he knew, the door was being slammed into his face.

He frowned but shrugged it off. Tonight's victory belonged to him anyways. He whistled a tune he made up as he walked off, unable to keep a grin off his face.

Maybe there was hope, after all. Next plan: find out what exactly this special someone to Gun was like!

[maloskiworld]

Confession - Mick Schumacher

MASTERLIST (requests are open!)

Summary : A jealous Mick could lead to the confession you've been dying to hear.

Warnings : none i think ?

Words count : +4.2K

A/N : Thanks to the lovely anon that requested this ! Hope you all enjoy🌻

PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! Plus it's not proofread yet💛

not my gif, credits to the owner !

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"I hate neck exercices", you complained once again during your workout session with your trainer and Mick.

"Really ? You didn't mention it !", the swissman man answered, faking a gasp. You rolled your eyes and took a towel to get rid of the wet sensation around your face and neck.

"Alright kids, I'm leaving. Please, Y/N, don't kill yourself trying something new", your physio said, and left laughing to himself. Soon enough, Mick joined him.

"And what are you laughing about ?", you looked straight into Mick blue eyes. You stared at them for too long, and could feel your cheeks starting to burn.

Truth was : you were deep deep deep in love with the one and only Mick Schumacher. You met him at the Ferrari Driver Academy. You arrived in F3 while he was in F2. He immediately took you under his wing, always protecting to you and making sure you were okay. He'd watch your races and give you advices, probably the reason why you were actually leading the championship. You hang out with him all the time, where one was the other followed. He was so sweet and so nice to you, it didn't take much effort from him for you to fall in love with him. Everything he was doing drove you crazy.

"Not at you", he joked around. You looked away quickly, not wanting him to see your pinky cheeks.

The other truth : Mick was unaware of your feelings for him. That was something you didn't plan on changing. His friendship was so precious and you refused to risk it. You'd rather have a part of him than nothing at all.

"Lost in your thoughts ?", he asked, sudden concern in his voice. Always so caring.

"Yeah, sorry. I think I'm getting tired", you smiled lightly, still not meeting his eyes.

"Hey, schatz, is everything okay ?"

That nickname. One day, it'll be the death of you. You loved hearing him calling you this way, it rolled so easily from his beautiful lips, but it also ripped your heart out. It reminded you of what you will never have.

"Earth to Y/N ?", he insisted, this time sitting next to you. He pushed his shoulder against yours.

"Yeah, it's all alright", you told him. Hiding your feelings for him was eating you alive.

"You know you can talk to me", he assured you.

You couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh. Hey Mick, do you wanna know what's weighting on me ? My freaking love for you ! Stupid.

"Did you just laugh at me ?", he was dumbfounded.

"No, no, no", you panicked. "I wasn't. There's just a lot of things going through my mind right now. It feels heavy", you opened up a little.

"Pressure. I know what it feels like, my name's not really helping."

Mick rarely talked about his father, he was really private with his feelings about this situation. You always respected it, but still making sur he knew he could tell you things if he wanted.

"But you're doing extremely fine, Y/N. Look at everything you're achieving, it's fucking impressive. You're so brave, and you're going to thrive. You're leading the championship, do you realize that ?", he placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You whole body shivered when you felt his fingers against your skin.

"I'm proud of you, and I know you're going to make me even prouder", he said.

It wasn't weird for the both of you to be so close. Your friendship had always been like that. You were a touchy person, and so was he.

"I'm so glad your in my life", you told him honestly, fearing it sounded a bit like a confession.

"Pleasure's mine", he sais getting up. He reached out for you hand. "C'mon, let's leave this place", he winked at you.

You went separate ways just to change. You dressed as quickly as you could, but still he was waiting for you outside.

"How can you change that fast ? I literally was Lightning McQueen !", you told him.

"Talent", he replied with a big smile.

"Fuck off", you walked past him.

When you arrived to the gym, it was hot and sunny. But the weather changed so fast, now it was all grey. Suddenly, it poured rain. Mick put his jacket over your head.

"C'mon, I'm taking you to my place !", he shouted. You lived pretty far away from the gym, it wasn't an issue since you loved to walk. Well, it was a problem when rain joined the party.

You ran with Mick in the streets, laughing like two idiots. You arrived at his little combo, completely breathless. You threw your bag in a corner, making your way in the kitchen to get some water. Mick was quicker than you and gave you a glass. You thanked him before drinking it all.

"Wow, easy tiger", you laughed a little.

"I was dehydrated", you tried to justify yourself poorly.

"You wanna take a shower ?", you nodded your head really fast. A hot and steamy shower was probably what you needed most right now. If the guy proposing it didn't count.

"Just let your clothes at the door, I'll put them in the dryer, and let you some of my clothes ? You'll be warm and comfy", he said so casually, your eyes widened. "The shower glass isn't transparent, I promise I won't see anything", he said while leaving for his bedroom.

You took all the courage you could gather and went in his bathroom. Everything was aligned perfectly, it looked like Mick so much. His perfume was there, the one scent you would never get tired of. You got rid of your wet clothes and hopped in the shower. You turned the water on.

"Y/N, can I come in ?", you heard Mick asked through the door.

"Yeah", your stress level got higher, reaching a point it doesn't even do when you're racing. You wished so bad he'd join you.

"You can use my stuff if you want", he said before shutting the door again. You did as you were told, and hugged yourself in Mick's scent.

You finished to clean up and put on his clothes. It was so comfy, you could easily wear that all day.

"Feeling warmer ?", Mick asked you. He was sitting on his couch, changed into new clothes and looking up at his phone.

"Yeah", you looked outside the window, seeing how rain was still falling. You feared storm will soon join the party. "Do you mind if I stay here tonight ? I don't feel safe walking back that late and-", you got lost in your explanations.

"You're always welcome here, no apology", he gestured you to come next to him. You went laying close to him, but still letting a space between the both of you.

"Do you wanna talk ?", he asked you, referring to the convo you just had.

"I'm fine, really, don't worry", you marked a pause. "I just wanna enjoy the next GP and not overthink too much... If my brain let me !", you joked. Mick laughed a little.

"Don't let him a choice then. For tonight, let's not think about it. Movie ?", he proposed.

You enjoyed watching a movie with him, snuggling closer when the weather outside started to get worse and worse. You were falling asleep on his shoulder.

"Schatz, hey Y/N", Mick whispered to you. "You need to go to bed, c'mon", he said and carried you in his bed.

He put you down and wrapped you under the covers.

"Goodnight, Y/N", he told you before escaping the bedroom.

"Mick, where are you going ?", you asked sleepy.

"I'm taking the couch -"

"We can share", you patted the spot next to you and drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, Mick was already up. You joined him in the kitchen. After taking a quick breakfast, he accompanied you to your flat.

On the way back, you received a text.

"Oh my god !", you screamed happily. Mick smiled because of your sudden burst of energy.

"What's going ?", he asked.

"One of my friend is coming to see me during the next GP ! It's freakin amazing, I haven't seen him in so long", you were beyond happy.

Cam was your bestfriend. You grew up together in your small town. Ever since you joined F3, it got harder and harder to see each other. Every occasion you could spend together, it would be used. He was the male version of you. You couldn't wait to show him everything during the GP. It would also mean that he would met Mick. Your two favorite boys meeting, it was an absolute dream.

"I can't wait ! I'll introduce him to you, you'll see, he's sooo funny" you told Mick.

You didn't notice how the other driver shut down ever since you mentioned Cam. He got really quiet.

"Good for you", he just said.

The GP arrived in the blink of an eye. You were so excited. Cam was with you almost every minute of it, exception made of when you were driving. But one presence left a hole in you. Mick. He didn't show up at all in your garage like he always do. You weren't thinking much of it. You just thought he was tired, or way too focused on his own race.

You won your race, and celebrate it with your whole team. You quickly went to change and joined Cam, who was waiting for you in the hospitality.

"You are a freakin beast, Y/N Y/L/N !", he said laughing.

"Thanks, I gave it all for you", you winked and gave him a hug, like you always did.

The both of you stayed inside a little to chat. Soon, your stomach started to demand food, and you both agreed on a take out in your hotel room.

You went outside, Cam on your track. You were laughing at something dumb and punched him in the arm a little. The two of you were in your own little world, that you built up through the years.

You saw Mick standing near by, already looking at you. There was something in his eyes that you didn't really recognize. It was like he was looking at you but was staring in the outer space.

"Hey Mick", you rushed near him, he only gave you a small smile in your return joyless. "I've missed you in the garage today"

"I was busy with my own race, Y/N", he harshly replied. You were taken aback by his words, well mostly his tone, stepping a little away from him.

"I - I see", you stammered on your words.

"Your boyfriend's waiting for you", he told you and left.

You didn't had time to process the information that Mick was out of your sight.

"He's not my boyfriend !", you yelled at him but were sure he didn't hear you.

"Is everything okay ?", Cam asked you, walking closer to you.

You nodded and hummed simply, still trying to understand what the fuck just happened.

"So he's your Mick ? Doesn't look like the prince charming you've been describing", your friend said.

"Uh... Yeah, I don't know what... It's the first time that he's acting like that with me. I - I really don't understand", you were beyond confused.

You moved on with your night, but your little interaction with Mick stuck into your head. You did your goodbyes with Cam - who wanted to go back to his place by driving in the night. Weird like always, you thought, but you let him go, making him promise to text when he arrived. Cam never did things like everyone else, and that was probably something that you liked about your best friend.

You tried to go to sleep, but your swissman didn't left your mind. You sent him a text.

Y/N : are you up ? is everything ok ?

Mick saw it almost immediately but you never got an answer. That made you kind of stressed. What the hell could you have possibly done to be treated like this ?

Y/N : c'mon Mick, what's going on ?

Read.

Y/N : could you pretend to care for a minute and text me back ?

Another read.

That's it, you had enough. You got up in less than a second, not caring about anything. You run through the corridors of the hotel to find his room. Since you and Mick were both part of the Ferrari Driver Academy, you would always be in the same hotel. You knocked really loud on his door. At first, you didn't heard anything. What if Mick just fell asleep on his phone ? You tried again.

"Y/N, if it's you, just leave please", Mick spoke through the door, his voice muffled.

Soaring the theory of falling asleep, he was truly avoiding you.

"I won't leave until you open this door and talk to me", you said.

He didn't answer. You were once again face with silence.

"Mick, please, I need to see you", you were now pleading, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "C'mon, don't do this to me", hurt could be heard in your voice.

Mick opened the door slowly. You looked at his face, and were devastated. His eyes was red, and his dark circles showing a little more. He looked exhausted, like he has been crying all night.

"Hey, what's going ?", you pushed him nicely to enter the room and close the door behind you. He stayed there, not moving or daring to look at you in the eyes.

"Mick ?", you put your hand on his face, slowly caressing it. He flinched away.

"You shouldn't do that", he murmured, before sitting on his bed, hands rushing through his blond hair.

"Why are you saying that ? That's what I always do when you need comfort", you spoke softly, hoping this would calm him. Seeing him in this state made you feel terrible. You knew Mick didn't love you like you did, but you really thought that you were the first one he'd rushed to when he was sad. Point was you were the one hurting him, without knowing it.

"He's probably waiting for you", he kept talking.

"Who ? No one's waiting for me", you were completely lost.

"I'm not a fucking fool, Y/N", this time he started shouting. Mick never lost his patience with you. He never raised his voice at you.

"Don't talk to me like that !", you defended yourself, but refused to scream back.

"I'm done with you playing with me alright ? I have enough, can you hear that ?", he got up and tried to push you out of his room. Luckily for you, he was way too tired to fight you.

"I don't understand what's going ? Are you on drugs or something ?", you let your hands on his chest.

"No !", he yelled. "I'm tired of all this, can't you see ?", he looked at you ad all you could see was sadness in his crystal blue eyes. Once again, you put your hand on his cheek and rubbed it a little.

"Please, stop doing that", he pleaded you, but you kept your hand where it was, eyes closed.

"Why ? What's going on in that head of yours ?", you asked.

"I can't tell you", he groaned and escaped your touch to go back to his bed. But he didn't sit on it, he looked outside the window, staying still. "Can you leave me alone ?"

Normally, you'd do as you were told. You would have let him alone, facing his thoughts. Because when one of you needed some time without the other, you'd understand. But this time, it wasn't the case.

"I will, just tell me what's going on. Did I do something wrong ?", you were now scared you did something to hurt him.

"No", he just said.

"Then what is going on ?", you spoke a little louder.

You were about to continue your sentence when your phone rang. You answered it.

"Hey, Cam. Already ? How was the trip ? Great. Thanks, you're so sweet. Yeah, it was nice to see you. Bye", when you ended the phone call and saw that Mick was staring right at you. He scoffed, and let a sarcastic laugh.

"What ?", you asked, a bit offended he was laughing at you.

"Your boyfriend is already gone ?", he asked.

"Cam's not... He's not my boyfriend. Is that what's wrong with you ? You cant stand that I have an other friend ?", you couldn't help but feel kinda mad. He had no rights to be angry at you because you had friends. You only met this year, of course you didn't let your old life behind just for him.

"No, it's not like that", he tried to interrupt you, but you were unstoppable.

"What's wrong with you ? I really don't get, it's not making any senses", you shouted.

"I'm jealous !", Mick shouted too.

"Oh jealous ? There's nothing to be jealous about, what the fu-"

"I love you, okay ? Since the first day I met you ! And I'm sorry but it kills me to see that you don't feel the same. Sometimes I think about you with someone else, and it's making me loose my mind. I love you so much and I wanna be the one for you. You're everything I need, everything I want. You're just the perfect girl, how did you want me not fall in love with you ? And you're so easy to love, I'm pretty sure every guy you met has a crush on you, so why would you choose me ?", he confessed, tears falling down on his cheeks.

You stood there, dumbfounded. You were taken aback by that sudden confession. You dreamt about this moment, but never thought it would happen one day. You tried to speak but words were stuck in your throat.

"I just... I needed to get it out of my chest, I'm sorry, you- you can leave, I'm used to it...", he was shaking.

His last sentence broke your heart into a million pieces. You never planned on leaving his side, hoping one day you'd feel like home for him. You took a few steps closer to him, and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

"Hi", you whispered, still thinking about the right words to say.

"Y/N, don't-"

"I have a very specific type of boy", you told him, smiling a little. "Blond, with blue eyes, nice and really funny. Also, very important, driving in F2 for the Ferrari Driver Academy. And I kinda like the name Schumacher", your smiled grew a little more when you felt him relax under your touch. "By any chances, would you know someone that matched that description ?"

"I can think of someone, yeah", he said, drying his cheeks before hugging you closer to his body. A heat wave pierced your own.

"Nice, because he's the only guy I want", you murmured.

"If I had known our feelings were mutual, I would have make a move sooner", he said, his fingers caressing your hair.

You laughed a little, and put your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry, Schatz, I didn't really mean to take it out on you, but it was weighting on me", he explained, eyes closed.

"Do you remember our last training at the gym ? When you told me I could talk to you ?", he hummed in response. "I didn't say anything because you were what was going on on my mind", you confessed. He smiled and opened his eyes. "I really like you, Mick, like a lot"

"So we were both liking each other and scared to confess ?", he said.

"It's safe to say we were both really dumb", you laughed a little.

His eyes went to scan your face, looking at every features of it.

"There's nothing I dislike about that angelic face of your", he whispered.

You were about to answer when a knock made the both of you split up. You looked at Mick really confused.

"Oi, Mick, I missed you at the partyyyyyyyyy"

You chuckled, recognizing the voice of the one and only Arthur Leclerc.

"Is that a girl ? Mick fucking Schumacher, are you with a girl ? Oh my, open the door ! Or don't, I don't wanna see your naked body ! That's disgusting", the young monegasque kept talking.

"Go hide in the bed", Mick said to you quietly and went to open the door.

"At least, tell me you're using protection, kid ! Oh, hey, lover boy. Let me come in, I wanna see what the mysterious girl", but Mick forced Arthur to stay out. You were dying of laughter under the covers.

"C'mon, I'm not going to scare her away", and he suddenly gasped. "Olala, I promise I won't be saying anything to Y/N, zip mouth closed", and you were sure he was mimicking a key locking his mouth.

"Do you ever just shut up, Leclerc ?"

"Nah, it's not part of my beautiful personality", Arthur replied.

"Putain, Arthur, t'es en train d'emmerder qui encore ? Viens-là, on va se coucher", you heard his girlfriend Carla shout, but didn't understand a word she said.

(Fuck, Arthur, who are you bothering again ? C'mon, we're going to bed)

"Carla, t'es pas fun, on va prendre un dernier verre avec Mick et sa copine fantôme", Arthur told her back.

(Carla, you're not funny, let's take a last drink with Mick and his gosht girlfriend)

"La ferme", Mick spoke a little bit of french and that was damn attractive.

(Shut up)

"Désolée Mick, et toi tu restes avec moi maintenant. Bonne soirée !", she said.

(Sorry Mick, and you, you are staying with me now. Goodnight !)

Mick closed the door and a sigh escaped his lips. He went back to the bed, and lifted the covers to see you laughing really hard. He soon joined you, and laid beside you.

"That guy is a whole circus to himself", he said.

"Yeah, he is. I would have never heard the end of it if he saw me there", you laughed.

"Would you mind ?", Mick said, suddenly getting serious.

"Mind what ?"

"Arthur pissing you off because we... I mean, if we were dating or something ?", you could feel his nervousness, and saw his cheeks getting pinker.

"I'd have to get used to it", you said.

You were now facing each other. Mick put his hand on your face.

"Shall we pick up where we were ?", he asked and you nodded. "I think I was telling you I much you are-"

"Why did Arthur meant by not telling me if there was another girl here ?", you cut him off, that little sentence stuck in your mind. Mick sighed.

"Pretty much all the paddock knows I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. That dumbass didn't even think it could be you right now"

"Really ?"

"Yeah. It's a little bit obvious", he chuckled. "I mean, you're the only one with whom I'm that touchy", he explained.

"Guess I'm the blind one", you told him.

"As long as you're seeing it now, it's fine by me"

"You're so perfect", you whispered to him, getting a little bit closer.

"Is it okay if I kiss you ?", he asked, like the perfect gentleman he was.

"Please"

Kissing Mick was a mix of a dozen emotions at a time. Happiness, love, fire, desire... Everything. A firework exploded in your body.

You spent the rest of the night, talking to each other, kissing, and whispering sweet things in each other ears. You fell asleep in his arms, and it was safe to say it was the best night you ever had in your life.

You woke up to Mick already looking at you.

"Hi, creep. Staring for a while ?", you asked, yawning.

"Couldn't help it. You looked so peaceful when you're sleeping", he said. You hummed.

"Weirdo", you replied before giving him a good morning kiss. It was so slow, new and old at the same time. His lips tasted so sweet, almost like honey.

"I won't ever be tired of this, waking up with you in my arms"

"Me too"

"Breakfast, love ?", he asked nicely.

After getting ready, you both stepped out of the hotel room.

"No fucking way !", you heard Arthur shout. Of course, he had to get out of his room at the same time as you. He definitely look a bit like he was hangover.

"I should've know it was you. The two lover birds finally reunited", he said, so proud of himself.

"Yeah, and I don't plan on letting her go", Mick said. He hugged you from the back and planted a kiss on top of your heard. Mick was your home.

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