#They are so soft to each other😭❤

[norrisainz33]

friend of a friend || MV33

☆ summary: max meets his dream girl through his friends good friend, pato o’ward

☆ pairing: max verstappen x mexican!reader

☆ fc & warnings: gala montes & poorly translated spanish and slightly suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for requesting and apologies for the delay 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1: enjoying some much needed sun and relaxation before we head to vegas 😴

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user1: max i’ll meow if you need another cat

user2: i’m sorry who in the heck is in the last slide

user4: is he soft launching rn??? at a time like this???

user6: so this is why he still looks happy despite rbr woes

user7: is that his girlfriend?!

user8: max please give us the tea

user9: f1gossip im begging you to figure out who this is

redbullracing: happy you’re getting some r&r max 🤍

ynuser: mi novio es tan bonito [my boyfriend is so pretty]

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user9: now hold up ….. who is this and why did max like

f1gossip: taking note of this interaction

user12: ugh she’s private so we can’t even snoop but she’s followed by pato and elba oward, carlos, rebecca, rbr and checo

user13: this is pato and elba’s childhood friend!!! she’s good friends with them

user12: everyone say thank you user13

user3: the shirtless photos?? the soft launch??? how am i supposed to be normal

charlesleclerc: 👀

user4: i’m gonna miss ur fine ass when i scroll

user5: sometimes you just gotta say damn and move on

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yourbff: in monaco???? no gracias. you can’t leave me like that 😭

ynuser: yes monaco!! it is so beautiful 🥹

yourbff: you’re not just saying that because of a certain man?

ynuser: oh no i am saying that bc of a certain man 😮‍💨 he is a dream come true bestie

yourbff: ugh do elba and pato have any other hot millionaire friends they could set me up with???

ynuser: i’ll ask them im sure they do

yourbff: preferably one who’s name rhymes with pranko dolapinto

ynuser: HAHAHA mi amiga

carlossainz55: te gusta monaco? [you like monaco?]

ynuser: yes!! i love it. you, me, rebecca and max should grab dinner one night while im here!!

carlossainz55: i’d love that

maxverstappen1: you can always move 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynuser: maybe one day 🤔

elbaoward: my work here is done 🥹

ynuser: you are a magician. how’d you know we were perfect for each other?

elbaoward: bc i know my best friend 🤍

ynuser: te amo elba 🫶🏻

redbullracing: can’t wait to see you in vegas!

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patriciooward: gentle mornings with my hermanas

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user12: oh max is in the likes 👀

ynuser: why do you insist on picking the worst photos

patriciooward: it’s my brand

elbaoward: 💁🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: send me the last pic

patriciooward: done!

ynuser: PATO wtf

user12: user13 you were right

user1: oh to have gentle mornings with pato 😭

user3: i love that he calls y/n his sister too

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ynuser: la vida últimamente [life lately]

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yourbff: ugh the red hair suits you

ynuser: i agree 🥹

maxverstappen1: prettiest girl in the whole world

ynuser: mi amor 🥹 i love you 🤍

maxverstappen1: te amo

elbaoward: the spanish 😭🥹🩷

maxverstappen1: i’m working on it!

iamrebeccad: dinner last night was so fun. let’s do it again 🤍

ynuser: i’d love that!! see you in vegas darling

patriciooward: oh so you’ll post but not answer my texts

ynuser: yes exactly

friend1: hermosa chica [beautiful girl]

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user2: max emilian the man that you are

user4: screaming crying throwing up. i can’t believe he’s off the market

ynuser: my man my man my man 😍

maxverstappen1: that’s me baby

ynuser: thanks for inviting me to vegas with you

maxverstappen1: schjate you’re invited everywhere with me. i never want to be without you

ynuser: omg you big softie

charlesleclerc: oh she’s got you dressing up now too?

maxverstappen1: i want to look nice for my girl what can i say

charlesleclerc: oh he’s in love

maxverstappen1: 🤭 maybe

user5: i ! can’t believe you’re not wearing skinny jeans. the power she must have

schecoperez: i like this girl 😉

maxverstappen1: me too

user6: the emoji???????? max i’m speechless who are you

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yourbff: god you’re gorgeous. have so much fun at the race baby

ynuser: thank you bebe. vegas is amazing - i am having the best time

yourbff: living vicariously through you 🥹

maxverstappen1: you have no business looking this good especially when there’s nothing i can do about it 😫

ynuser: win me the race and you can have me as a prize later 😉

maxverstappen1: you got it baby

elbaoward: are you in red bull hospitality??? come to mclaren i want to see youuuuu

ynuser: yes i’m in red bull but will cross enemy lines for you gorgeous

patriciooward: hermana donde estas? [sister where are you?]

ynuser: omw patito

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f1gossip: in an interview earlier today max confirmed his relationship with, y/n y/l/n. y/n is childhood friends with elba and pato o’ward and it turns out that the siblings introduced max and y/n in miami earlier this season. the pair hit it off immediately according to max and “it was the closest thing to love at first sight he’d ever experienced.” she’s in attendance today at the grand prix! let us know if you get the chance to meet her and if there’s any further intel you get

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user1: ohhhhh max 🥹

user2: this interview melted my heart. he looked so genuinely happy to be talking about her

user7: i love seeing him happy

user3: i’m obsessed with them already. perhaps my new favorite wag

user4: love at first sight???? i’m not crying! you are!!

user6: the way max also talked about trying to learn spanish for her because she’s mexican and how he’s also trying to teach her some of his language too 🥹😭

user8: this is the sweetest thing. that is true love idc what any of yall say

user5: i hope a love like this finds me one day

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maxverstappen1: vegas you were a fun one - thanks for having me and y/n/n!

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user2: y/n/n 😭

user4: crying my eyes out

user6: yayyy maxie!!! glad to see you on the podium again

ynuser: te amo mucho vegas 🤍

maxverstappen1: and you te amo mucho me too right?

ynuser: omg yes maxie. i love you endlessly

user14: SIMP

user15: max asking for validation has done something to me.

charlesleclerc: great drive max!

patriciooward: take care of my girl ok?

maxverstappen1: you got it pato! no need to worry

redbullracing: our champion 💪🏻

user8: jealousy isn’t cute on me but here we are

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a/n: thank you for reading!! reblogs, feedback and likes are very appreciated 🫶🏻

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[pedroshotwifey]

Do you think you could write a nervous Joel fic... like he's older and a single dad and hasn't dated in a REALLY REALLY long time...but he's still really sweet, maybe he has to stop and eat reader cos he's about to cum too soon or something 🤷‍♀️😭

Hey, babe!! So I hope this is what you were hoping for! It's super tender and I did end up listening to Hozier for a good portion of it, so do with that information what you will 😅

Also, I kind of did something a bit different and wrote it more from Joel's perspective, but it's still in 2nd person (pronouns = you)! Pls lmk how you feel about it ❤

Pairing: Older Joel Miller x afab!reader

Tags/warnings: Age gap (not specified), piv sex, oral sex (f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, established relationship, (almost) premature ejaculation, accidental love confessions 🤭, self deprecating Joel™, big dick Joel™, kissing, stuff I'm probably forgetting

W/C: 1.9k

Summary: Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more.

What Matters

“Are you sure, baby?” 

Joel watches as your eyes flick up to him, only kindness and patience in them. Even as you smile warmly and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him to you, he still has a sense of cautiousness in his movements. You’ve probably lost track of how many times he’s asked you if you’re sure. 

“Yes, Joel, I’m sure,” you laugh breathily. 

You’re both lying in his bed, completely bare. There’s a soft summer breeze coming in through the window and rustling the sheer curtains. The sun’s going down, but just barely, causing a perfect golden hue to coat the room. He can’t help but think that you look even more gorgeous than usual in this lighting.

Joel tries to ignore the nervousness in his stomach as he softly kisses your jaw and nuzzles up to you. He’s not stupid, he knows that you know he’s just trying to waste time, but you let him. You’re so fucking sweet like that. Always making him feel so wanted and appreciated. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with you in this way, but that he’s worried he won’t be perfect for you. He wants to be able to show you affection in the same way that you show him. 

But what if he can’t?

You’re younger, after all, and he’s not been with a woman in so long. Maybe not since Sarah’s mom. If that’s the case, it’s been about fifteen, sixteen years. Point in case, you’re probably used to boys who can last longer and can make you come every time. What if he can’t? What if it’s been so long now, that he only lasts a couple of minutes? 

It terrifies him, the prospect that you may be disappointed in his performance. What if you decide to leave him because he’s not enough to get you off? No, he realizes, you would never do that. You’re so good, so thoughtful and generous and patient. You’d wait for him, help him get back to the point where he used to be. 

But that’s not what he wants. He wants to be good for you now. 

“Joel?” 

His name falling from your lips has his head raising back up. You look into his eyes with a desperation that he simply can’t ignore. 

“Please,” you whisper before planting a feather-light kiss to his lips. He nods slowly before he can think about it. 

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” 

And he does, he knows it. He just hopes he can do it right. 

You’re already prepped. He spent probably half an hour fingering you to orgasm even though you had begged for the real thing each time you fell apart on his hand. It’s another thing he was worried about—being so big. Joel’s not a super cocky man by any means, but he is aware of his…attributes. 

He watches you carefully as he grasps his cock and guides it to your slippery entrance. Your eyes flutter shut as he pushes in, giving you about an inch each time he thrusts. His jaw goes slack once he’s about halfway in. You’re so fucking warm and wet and inviting. He keeps going, trying to keep his breathy whines at bay. He’s again reminded of just how long it’s been since he’s felt something other than the palm of his hand around himself. 

“Shit, baby,” he breathes as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes in concentration and lets his head hang next to yours. He already feels like he might blow his load at any second. You bring a hand up to cup his head and thread his curls through your fingers, holding him close. His breathing is heavy when he lifts himself back up to look into your eyes. 

His heart seems to skip a beat when he sees the adoration you’re looking at him with. It kills him every time. And no matter how many times you tell him that he deserves all your affection, he knows he’ll still find a lingering doubt in the back of his mind. There’s a reason the two of you have only been “together” for about four months even though you’ve been shamelessly flirting for about a year. 

It was just too good to be true. For such a sweet, gentle thing like you to want a rough old man like him. He was never the one to initiate anything, but he knows you’ve been aware that he had his sore eyes set on you since you met. How could he not? He’s never met anyone so kind and considerate. It was impossible to deny you of him any longer when it was one of the only things you’ve ever wanted for yourself. 

“You okay?” Your honeyed voice reaches his ears—or his good ear, rather—and he smiles at you. 

“‘Course, baby. Jus’ gotta give me a second, alright?” He can feel his cheeks getting a bit rosy at the confession. “It’s been a minute.” 

You nod, still no hesitation or any sign of regret. God, what did he do to deserve you? 

Once he collects himself, he pulls out just barely, and a groan tumbles from his mouth to mingle with your soft moan. He’s already starting to sweat from the effort of not coming too soon as he starts to push into you at a slow but rhythmic pace. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and tuck your head into his chest as you whimper with his thrusts. 

“You feel so good,” you whine. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, so d’ you. “Like goddamn heaven.” And you do; overwhelmingly so.

He cradles your head and lowers the two of you even more to deepen his thrusts. He knows he’s found your spot when your breath catches and you start to tighten around him every time he pumps his hips. Unfortunately, this makes it a lot harder for him to keep his composure. 

“H-honey, I have to pull out,” he grits out. He’s so embarrassed, it hasn’t even been five minutes. He won’t last long enough for you to come before him.

But you just nod into him, even though you must be devastated by the loss of your orgasm. “It’s okay, Joel,” you breathily assure him. 

He pulls out and squeezes the base of his cock, out of breath. He doesn’t meet your gaze as he starts to apologize.

“I’m sorry, baby, I—” 

“Joel,” You stop him by carefully grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “It’s okay.” You nod, waiting for him to do the same before you continue. “Take as much time as you need. I love you no matter what. This does not determine—” 

You both realize what you said at the same time. Joel’s eyes widen and his chest feels like it caved into itself. Your lips stay still, parted in the middle of your sentence. Joel doesn’t realize tears have gathered in his eyes until his vision starts to blur and a smile spreads across his face. 

You love him. You said it. And he believes you. 

“I love you too, baby,” he whispers and lets his forehead rest against yours. “So damn much.” Fuck his age and whoever might see a problem with you being together. He wants this, and you want this, and that’s all that matters. 

Then you’re both laughing shakily, pressing kisses to each other’s lips. He only stops to start trailing them down your body instead, watching you writhe as his mustache tickles your bare skin. 

“Joel, p-please,” you beg quietly. Joel just huffs a small laugh through his nose as he lays himself between your legs, ignoring his protesting knees as he admires the entirety of you laying out just for him. You look fucking beautiful covered in a thin sheen of sweat atop his sheets, needy and panting all for him. 

He doesn’t waste too much time before putting his mouth on your sweet pussy, his tongue dragging up your slit to flick at your clit. Joel moans at your taste, sending vibrations racing toward your swollen bud. Your hips buck as your hands fly to grasp at his hair, tugging lightly and making his eyes roll back. 

He feasts on you like his life depends on it, worshiping you with all he has. He takes turns in running his tongue up you, fucking you with it the best he can, and suckling on your clit. He looks like a damn mess as he does so, his eyes not leaving your cunt unless he’s watching your face contort with pleasure. When you make eye contact with him, he knows he must look fucked out and desperate just based on the way you groan and lay your head back. 

It doesn’t take much for you to get to the edge, and it takes even less for him to push you over. You let out sharp, whiny sounds as he sucks on your clit and slips a couple of fingers inside of you to grip on to. Your entire body goes tense, and Joel has to resist the urge to smirk against you as you shake with the force of your orgasm. 

By the time you’re coming down, he’s back over you and slipping his tongue inside your mouth to share your taste. You moan into the kiss and pull him closer as he once again glides his tip into your cunt. Just as he had hoped, the distraction calmed him down enough to hopefully give him some more time. 

You both melt into each other as he bottoms out, the tip of his swollen cock hitting your cervix and making your thighs squeeze his torso. He starts at a faster pace than last time, too deep in his lust-filled haze to even try to slow down now. 

You pull away from his mouth to start leaving love bites on his neck, making his cock twitch inside of you with each pinch. He can feel you smile against his skin, and knows that you’ve found his secret. He does like a little pain with his pleasure. You keep going, sucking and biting marks before licking soothingly over them and moving to the next spot. You taste him like you’re addicted, like you could never possibly get enough.

It still doesn’t take him as long as he would like to before he starts to feel his balls drawing up and his thighs start to shake. His head goes foggy as he tries to hold on for you, but it’s too fucking much. He can’t hold it off when you feel so good around him. It’s like torture to stave off his orgasm when he’s thrusting into your soft heat. 

“Where d’ you want me, honey?” Joel asks you, his voice strained. 

“Inside,” you whisper against his neck without a second thought.

And it throws him over. He groans your name as his body stutters and his balls empty, coating your walls with his milky spend. It seems to go on forever. Each time he thinks he’s almost done, there’s another spurt and another wave of pleasure that tugs him deeper into euphoria. 

When it does end, he lets himself half-collapse on top of you. You embrace him with welcoming arms and the two of you catch your breath together in the now dark bedroom. He only pulls out once sleep threatens to take the both of you. A shower, snack, and a glass of water later, you both snuggle up together and fall asleep with content smiles and full hearts. 

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Author's Note: I am soooo sorry for the long wait! I couldn't come up with a way to end this one... hope you all enjoy! ❤️ sorry if it sucks 😬

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Reply 1: can i just start this off by saying.... she's not ugly... just not what I was expecting for Jey.. 😬

Reply 2: omg THIS! I thought it was just me who thought this!

Reply 3: nah, she ugly as hell 😭. He can do so much better.

Reply 4: she funny looking. Like her face is off to me.

Reply 5: Have y'all noticed that Trinity and Almia don't follow her, but she follows them 😬

Reply 6: tryna get in wit the fam and they don't even like you 🤣🫵🏽

Reply 7: ew 🤢

Reply 8: can we talk about her username too? official.savannah??! bitch don't nobody know you 😭

“Bae?” Savannah jumped and hurriedly closed her laptop as Josh entered their home. She tried to force a smile on her face as he came into the living room. She set her laptop down on the couch next to her and stood up to greet her boyfriend of 10 months. She wasn’t his new anything.  “I missed you.” He said as he pulled her into a tight hug. 

“Missed you too.” She muttered back, just as he pressed his lips against hers in a sweet and soft kiss. As Josh pulled away, his gaze softened as he studied her face.

“Are you okay?” He asked his voice soft as he cupped her face in his hands. She nodded, but the knot in her stomach tightened. They don’t see me like you do. They don’t know what it’s like. The trolls, the fans, all the judgment she couldn’t escape—every comment, every whispered opinion weighed heavy on her. She wasn’t used to feeling small, but lately, it seemed like every time she logged onto her social media, she saw something that made her question whether she belonged in his world.

“I’m fine,” She said before clearing her throat. “Just tired.” 

“You wanna stay in tonight? I can call Twin and tell him we can all go out another day.”  

Savannah wanted to stay in so bad. She just wanted to snuggle on the couch with her man and watch shitty horror movies all night, but she knew he was looking forward to hanging out with his twin brother and sister-in-law. Since Josh was on RAW and Jon and Trinity were on SmackDown, they barely got to see each other. 

“No. It’s fine. I know you were looking forward to spending time with your brother. I’m fine.” 

Josh stared at her before nodding. “Aight cool. Imma go shower… you wanna join?” He smirked, pulled her towards him, and placed his head in the crook of her neck.  Savannah let out a sigh of pleasure and tilted her head to the side to give him more access. When he pulled back, she bit her lip and nodded her head, she let out a loud laugh when he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, all but running up the steps towards their bathroom. 

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user: girl! I need to get in your chair ASAP!

jeyusofan2: not... what I expected lmao.

yeet_2025: I mean.. if you squint she's cute.

user: this girl pretty as hell! fuk yall talking about!!!

Savannah tried to have a good night out with her man and his family. But whenever she caught herself genuinely having fun, she remembered the comments she read earlier. While she knew nobody on that chat forum or her Instagram comments knew her or her relationship with Josh, she just couldn’t get past how some of what they said felt true. Almia and Trinity did not follow her on any social media platforms, and while it was not that big of a deal, Savannah couldn’t help but wonder why. 

“You good?” Josh’s voice whispering in her ear brought her out of her thoughts. She turned her head towards him and forced a smile on her face. 

“Never better, " she said, and Josh furrowed his eyebrows. But before he could say anything, Trinity spoke up. 

“Sis, how’s work? I've been trying to get in to get my hair done, but you be booked and busy chile.”  

For the first time that night, a genuine smile came over Savannah’s features. “Booked ain’t the word.” They both laugh. “But you know I got you. Just give me a heads up and I can squeeze you in.” 

Josh noticed Savannah’s empty cup so he got up and went over to the bar to get her and himself another drink, Jon followed suit. Trinity and Savannah sat there, the awkward silence slicing through the air. Clearing her throat, Savannah pulled her phone out of her clutch and opened Instagram. She was about to post a picture of herself on her story but a new story from Trinity piqued her interest. 

Savannah clicked on the story and felt her heart drop into her stomach. It was a picture the four of them took earlier. Trinity was tucked up in Jon’s arm, a big smile on her face as he gazed down at her. Josh was standing next to Jon, a smile on his face and that was it. Where she was supposed to be, next to Josh holding his hand. She wasn’t in the picture. She had been cropped out. 

“Girl you okay?”  

Savannah nodded, her gaze still on her phone. They were right. That voice in her head shouted. His family hates you, you’re not good enough for him. You should just k- Savannah abruptly stood from her seat, startling Trinity. 

“I’m - I need some fresh air.” She muttered, not giving Trinity a second glance as she rushed out of the restaurant. She could hear Josh call out her name but she ignored him. Savannah’s heart pounded in her chest as she hurried through the doors of the restaurant, the cool night air hitting her like a slap in the face. 

She didn't care that she was running away from everything, from him, from the life she thought she was building. She couldn’t handle it anymore. The suffocating weight of her insecurities was too much—his family, the comments, the picture she had seen earlier. It was all too much. Her mind kept spiraling, those dark thoughts clawing at the edges of her sanity. They hate you. You’re not good enough for him. Why are you even here?

Savannah gasped as she leaned against a wall in the alleyway. Her hand coming up to her chest as she tried to catch her breath. 

“V!?” She heard Josh call out, “Savannah?!”  Josh’s voice was closer now, frantic, as he rounded the corner into the alley. His eyes locked onto her immediately, and there was no hiding the worry on his face.

“Baby? What happened? Did Trin say something, cause I’ll-” 

“No.” She cut him off with a shake of her head. “Trinity didn’t say anything.” She looked up and him with tears pouring out her eyes. “I - I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough.” 

Josh’s eyes widened, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Whatchu’ talkin’ bout? What happened?” 

“I’m not… I’m not the woman for you, you need someone prettier, someone who your family loves, someone who -” 

“Someone like you.” Josh cut her off. “You are who I want. There is no-one prettier than you Savannah and my family loves you. You’re the first person my mom asks about when we’re on the phone.”  Josh cupped her face in his hands. “Where is all this coming from? 

Savannah sighed. She unlocked her phone and pulled up the webpage she knew by memory. She took one more look at the comments before passing Josh the phone. He took it with a confused look on his face. But that look quickly morphed into anger. 

“Man, what the fuck is this?” Josh asked, still scrolling. “Why they talkin’ about you like this?” 

Savannah shrugged. “They’re your fans.” Josh scoffed. “Someone sent me the link in my DM a couple weeks ago…” 

‘Hey, look at me.” Josh put her phone in his pocket and cupped her jaw in his hands,focring her head up so she was looking at him. “This does not matter to me. None of this shit matters to me Savannah. The only thing that matters is you. These people don’t know you. They don’t know us. I know you. And I know what I feel for you. It doesn’t change based on what some random assholes on the net gotta’ say.” 

“Josh -” 

“No.” Josh cut her off. “All I ever wanted was to love you, none of this other shit matters.” 

“But what about your family? Seems like they don’t want me around.” 

Josh scoffed and reared his head back. “Did you not hear what I said about my momma earlier? Trinity kept texting me this whole week to make sure you were still coming out with us. My family loves you Savannah. Whatever they saying on the net…” Josh trailed off with a sigh. “You can’t believe that shit. I know first hand. If I listened to what they had to say I would be a certified jobber right now.” 

Savannah let out a shaky breath, feeling a knot in her stomach loosen slightly at Josh's words. “Okay, but what about this?” She asked, reaching into his pocket and grabbing her phone. Josh watched as she pulled up the photo Trinity had posted on her Instagram. “Why would she crop me if she wanted me around?” 

“Because I asked her too.” 

Savannah’s eyes widened in shock. “You what -” 

“Lemme explain baby. I shit- I know my fans hardcore as fuck. Shit, wrestling fans push it. They wanna know all about my personal life and I wanted to keep you far from that.” Josh sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. “Looks like I failed tho.” 

Savannah stared into his eyes. Her heart swelling as she saw nothing but love and adoration in them. “You were just trying to protect me. I can’t say I understand all of it, but I know you weren’t trying to hurt me.” She paused, her thumb gently tracing the back of his hand. “But I need to be in this with you, Josh. I can’t just be something you keep in the background. I need to feel like I belong... like I’m a part of your world. Not just a secret that you keep hidden.”

“You could never be a secret to me baby. You’re my world.” 

Savannah felt another wave of tears coming, but not of sadness this time. She was filled with pure joy and happiness. She loved Josh. And in that moment, as he held her close, all the doubts, the insecurities, and the fears she had been carrying began to fade away.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Josh’s grip on her tightened slightly, his smile soft and genuine. “I love you too, Savannah. More than you’ll ever know.”

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‪‪❤︎‬ Eating out ?! ‪‪❤︎‬ pt 1. | Aizawa shouta x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

Tags/warnings: Aizawa x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), SLIGHT nsfw in this part (it’s not too much but there’s going to be a lot more in the next part 😉), use of pet names (I.e. sweetheart, princess, darling etc.), pre established relationship, Aizawa is kinda a simp (love that)

This my first time writing a fic so I apologise if it’s kinda bad 😭😭 Also I didn’t proofread this as I’m going to bed now and I’m simply too tired.

pt 1:

You hummed joyfully to yourself as you got ready in the mirror, meticulously curling your hair, paying extra attention to your makeup and dousing yourself in coconut scented body oil until you were almost as reflective as the mirror you stood in front of.

Earlier today, Aizawa had texted you ‘Be ready by 6 PM’, followed by a link to a lavish restaurant that made your jaw drop just from the images available on google maps. It was unusual for Aizawa to select such a place, but ever since you mentioned it in passing (and how notoriously overbooked it is), he didn’t waste time trying for weeks on end to secure a reservation. If you wanted it, he made sure you were going to get. A small smile creeps up on your face at the thought of your boyfriend going to such lengths to make you happy. So much so you couldn’t help but squeal to yourself.

‘I take it you’re excited,’ He had a soft smile on his face as he leaned against the doorway. Aizawa’s gravel voice sent a slight shiver down your spine, making you jump slightly.

‘Shouta! I didn’t even know you there,’ You yelped, your face becoming slightly hot. Your eyes sheepishly scan your partner, who had nothing on but a towel that loosely hung to his hips. You eyes gazed over the soft look in his eyes that he only had with you to the stubble that adorned his face (that you found so so hot) to his broad, muscular shoulders often obscured by his hero costume. Strong, solid abs that led to happy trail that enveloped his lower stomach. Your sight show was cut short by the towel that obscured the grand finale. Although, a rough print was visible against the white towel which made your core throb.

‘What’s the matter, sweetheart?’ He slyly smirked, catching onto your staring long before even you realised you were staring.

‘Nothing!’ You chirped, your face slightly flushed and head guilty written all over it. Shouta came closer, the scent from the bath soap flooding your senses as placed his arm on your shoulder and leaned to kiss you softly on the cheek.

‘You look gorgeous,’ He spoke softly, admiring you in the mirror ‘Always so so beautiful, my pretty girl.’ He pecked your cheek once more, his stubble grazing your face. You lifted your hand to caress his face, pulling him closer. ‘Fuck, you smell incredible too.’ He buried his nose in neck as he took all of you in. God knows if you too are going to be able to make it to the restaurant! You giggle at your man, running your hands through his dark hair.

‘Thank you, hun,’ you glance at the clock: 5:42 PM ,’But we’re going to be late if we keep this up.’ His gaze meets yours, despite his eyes needy and indicating that he just might loose all self control, he gets up and heads to go get changed.

‘Yeah, I’ll be ready soon.’

He would be lying if Aizawa said that he wasn’t shocked that he had enough self restraint to make it to the restaurant without having his way with you. Alas, the two of you sat opposite each other under the warm lights and luxurious interior of the restaurant. The marble floors glissened beneath your gold heels and perpetuated a ‘clack’ ‘clack’ from the bustling waiters, zipping between tables holding various mouth watering dishes and beverages. The two of you were sat right next to the window which boasted a view of the busy street below and the summer night sky if you looked up.

The golden light kissed your features, your skin more glowy than ever, your eyes sparkled more than ever and your lips, god your lips, more kissable than ever. This didn’t go unnoticed by Aizawa, no far from that. Much like you were doing to him earlier, he was taking in every feature of you, basking in not only the light you radiated now but the light you had brought into his life. Ever since becoming close with you, he had thought countless times where has she been all my life?

‘Shouta,’ you signalled to the waiter that stood by your table. He was so lost in the sauce that he didn’t realise that he forgot he needed to order.

Fried shrimp, chicken katsu, dumplings and a plethora of other dishes had you leaning back against your chair and letting out a satisfying sigh.

‘You really outdid yourself, babe,’ you praise your boyfriend, he hums in response ‘It was so good, really lives up to the hype,’. At this point, any dishes had been swiftly sweeper up by the waiters and since you two entered, the place had died down a bit, the boisterous laughter and choir of conversations now melted into quiet murmurs of late night conversations.

‘It was really good, you made a good suggestion,’ Aizawa admitted, his eyes meeting yours once again, face flushed from the whine you two had and , well, your face (aw!). He cleared his throat looking outside. The sun had set quite a while ago, the early night blanketing the city.

‘It’s getting late,’ You say, stretching your arms out and yawning. The food you ate began to lull you to sleep and your half lidded eyelids dared to shut. The only thing keeping you awake was the alcohol that flowed through your system, making you feel warm all over. Your eyes languidly gazed at Aizawa, who was now also looking at you.

‘What?’ You giggle when you see your boyfriend so utterly focused on you.

‘Nothing,’ he hummed, eyes still scanning you. In reality, he was not fine at all. Not with you sat in front of him looking so perfect and pretty. Your body glistening and having him think about how glowy you look under your burgundy dress that he so desperately wanted to rip off of you. But he remained composed (for now). He readjusted his pants, he already had a semi just from looking at you. ‘Let’s at least get back home first’ he thought to himself, avoiding eye contact with you to avoid the situation in his pants getting worst, ‘We should get going now, dear.’ He said, trying desperately not to look you in the eye. Just on cue, a waiter came over to give you the bill and Aizawa swiftly paid, not wanting to waste any more time having to wait to be deep inside of you.

The elevator stops at the underground car park. The echoing from your heels is loud, but it’s as if you and Aizawa can hear the heels of your foot wailing in pain.

‘Babe,’ you look up at him with big doe eyes. Oh, you were going to kill him with that look.

‘What’s wrong princess?’ His hand coming to rest on your waist, ‘want me to carry you to the car?’ You eargely nodded and before you knew it, his strong arms scooped you up princess style. He didn’t even struggle carrying you to the car, which was quite the distance away. He kissed you forhead before placing you down, and opening the passenger door. You got in, followed by your boyfriend that placed his hand on your thigh almost immediately, as if there was a magnetic force.

‘I enjoyed today,’ Aizawa said before starting the car. Aizawa was not a man of many words, slightly more when he was with you but still far from the type to regularly talk your ear off (unless he was a scolding you). This statement made your heart flutter and you leaned in to kiss his cheek, painting a pink hue over them.

‘I love you, [name],’ there was a slight shake in his voice and a sharp breath, ‘And I’m sure now, I want to spend the rest of my days like this, with you.’ He turned to look you in the eyes. He was shaking slightly and his mouth began to dry up. Thoughts began to flood his mind, ‘why would I say that now? In the car?’. He was ready for the rejection that would follow suit. That you didn’t like him in that way and you weren’t looking for anything serious. The same liquor that had given him the slight confidence boost to say something like that you was now drowning his mind in negative thoughts.

There was silence for a while. It felt like a million years to Aizawa, who was going through 100 million ways this could go south. Time for damage control. ‘Forget that I even said anything, I know you don’t-‘

‘I love you too, Shouta,’ smiled softly, your heart beat quickened and cheeks flustered, ‘And I feel the same way, I want to be with you.’ Shouta’s eyes widened at the statement. No rejection? You feel the same way? Does this means you want to marry him too? He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled you in for a deep kiss, rough hands from hero work caressing your soft face.

‘I’m so glad you’re in my life.’ He sighed as he held you. Your coconut scent filling his nose again, making his cock twitch. He quietly groaned and let go of you, but not before you noticed the problem that was rising in his pants. You sit back in the car seat, smile still lingering on your face. ‘Ready you go now?’ He asked, shifting in his seat trying to make his erection not so prominent.

‘Mhm,’ you hum, excited for allll the positions Aizawa’s going to have you in tonight.

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— DESCRIPTION ੭ in the midst of almost drowning yourself in studying, daniel is always sure to pull you back up the surface.

— PAIRING ੭ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

— FILE ੭ social media au, drabble.

— WARNINGS ੭ none.

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don't overworking urself yn !

always remember to take breaks, ok ?

yes, thanks oscar :)

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get those grades queen

but also take ur breaks pls and thanks

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pla don't overworking urself and get sick again

daniel was not fun to deal with

healthy you = happy daniel !!!

gotcha yuks 😭🤞

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Your concentration has been wired on this very paragraph for the past half hour, your brain trying to register every word but your eyes just keep drifting back to the beginning.

It frustrates you to the core; your coffee glass is empty, your glasses feel like they've left an indentation on the bridge of your nose, there's a distinct pinch of pain that's nene growing im temples for the past hour – right about now would be the perfect time for-

"Knock, knock."

Daniel's soft voice echoes through the door that stands ajar, and slowly the door to your study swings open for a head of unruly curls to pop in.

"Hey there pretty," his smile just makes your whole systems feel ten pounds lighter. "Mind if I steal your attention for a bit ?"

Your lips curl up as you nod eagerly, twisting your roller chair around to face him. "Please do baby."

Despite being with you for almost 3 years, the delicate way you always speak to him will forever kiss a pink tint to the tips of his ears. Walking over, Daniel pulls you up for a moment, only for him to steal your seat and offer his lap as your new one. You take it without hesitation, discarding your specs to nuzzle your head comfortably into his warm neck.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that right ?" his voice is deep and gentle as he speaks, his head resting on yours with his arms wrapped securely around your curled up body.

"I mean, in just a few months I'll be the fiancé of a woman with a honors in engineering. Do you know how amazingly smart and talented you love ?" your head tilts back so you could gaze up into his big honey browns, the emotion you find there so full of love and admiration.

"You're perfect."

You grin, absolutely adoring the compliments. "Please, keep 'em coming honey."

"And you're remarkable."

You hum, smile growing as he his face gets closer and closer with every sentence.

"And you're beautiful, and kind, and hardworking..."

Daniel's lips take yours in passion and sweetness, your hand coming up to run your thumb along his stubbled jawline. He pecks soft kisses around your face, each followed by yet another compliment because honestly, he could write a whole book about how much of an amazing person you are.

"And I love you with every inch of my being, my heart is forever yours, in this life and the next." with another peck to your lips, he pulls away to smile down at you.

"Daniel Ricciardo, did you just recite your vows to me ?" your gaze narrows playfully, hand creeping up into his curls.

He chuckles heartily. "Sweetheart, if you think that was poetry, you ain't seen nothing yet."

You laugh because in his arms, before quickly pulling him down for some more of his special, comforting kisses.

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Heyyy (ノ^∇^)

Idk if you write for him, since I barely see any other writers write for him😔, but would you be willing to write for Toshiro? 🙏🙏🙏

I love that man soooooo so fucking much but there barely any concent of him where it's not about his fight with Laios and it's frustrating ngl-😭😭

A thought that has been in my brain for quite some time now, is like— sorta like an arrange marriage type of situation where they started off awkward but then one of them (in this case, Toshiro) started to have fallen head over heels for his spouse who has been secretly falling for him first

Just the thought of him, barely touching his spouse on their wedding night because they just got married to some stranger (probably, or maybe they knew each other but not necessarily close?) to then sharing a passionate night with them❤❤

I'm feral somebody hold me down-

i wanted this to be longer but lately i've been... funky so its some bland honeymoon shiz before i scare the hoes with toshiro bugfucker truthery

1.2 k words / warnings - reader has a pussoi, honestly this is more fluff than explicit but smut is the setting frame, not super proofread ~~~

“Do you…” Toshiro clears his throat, “Would you want to share a bed tonight?”

You paused, blinking up at your new husband stupidly before jerking your head to the side, “I’m not sure…”

“I’ll make a separate place for myself again, then.”

“Well, no, that’s not necessary…”

Black brows furrow down at you, “I’m a little confused.”

“As am I,” you confess, eyes tracing the hardwood floors with a soft sigh, “I’m just concerned with what you’ll think of me after I’m honest with myself.”

For a long while, Toshiro is perfectly still. Then his heart squeezes, blinking at you numbly, “I’m sorry?”

“What if I humiliate myself? Or I’m too eager?”

Oh? 

“How could you be too eager?”

Gaze stuttering from his framing baby hairs to his gentle eyes to his slim waist to his legs. Tender flesh obscured by a jade yogi. Black hair cascades over his shoulders, shining beneath flickering candle light. Cheeks flush and lashes fluttery.

“You couldn’t imagine.”

Oh! 

Toshiro smothers his shock with a hand over his rising mouth, looking away from you, “I don’t think that’s true.”

“You don’t?”

“Not at all,” Toshiro clenches his eyes, even the wrinkle in his forehead captivates you, “I didn’t want to scare or intimidate you by seeming too eager.”

Scandalized, you gasp, “Toshiro!”

“I know… I’m sorry if that’s unsettling to hear.”

“But is it true? You aren’t saying this for flattery’s sake, are you?”

“I’m not.”

“Then we’re both eager.”

“We are,” he confirms, clearing his throat before gesturing to the futon you’re designated to share, “Do you want to share the bed tonight?”

Just asking twice makes him feel uncomfortable, though he supposes the entirety of your engagement has been uncomfortable.

(“I insisted to my father, I’d find my own partner…”

“Sorry, if I’m disappointing.”

“No, no. I just… would have wished to not drag people into our lives.”)

You’re a bit more outgoing than himself. He prefers you to take charge, but suddenly you’re shy. Clamming up and awkwardly shuffling onto the mat. Legs pin straight and boring holes through his skull with a wide-eyed stare.

“Would you mind showing me?” he murmurs, “I feel you’re more… experienced in these matters.”

“Does it bother you that I am?” you frown suddenly, “Maizuru seems to hate it…”

If he hadn’t rushed to tuck his head down, you would’ve caught his vicious eye roll, “Maizuru doesn’t know what I want.”

“So, it doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. I find you just as pretty.”

Thankfully, his stammered and jumbled admission appears to soothe the tension in your shoulders. Rocking forward onto your knees before apprehensively tugging open the part of his thick robing.

“You might be the pretty one in this marriage.”

He’s forced to choke on his retort as you’re kissing up his freshly exposed thigh. Wandering hands shirking the thick material off his shoulders and combing through silky hair. Uneven pants lace the air, chapped lips parting to wheeze your name. Warm palms cup your cheeks, fingers toying around the bone of your jaw and thumbs rubbing beneath your lashes.

Coaxing you onto your feet, Toshiro cups your cheeks fully and he’s muttering. You’re not sure if he’s meaning to whisper sweet romantics for you, and you’re tempted to ask for clarity when he abruptly snaps you onto your back.

Nose digging into the junction of your neck as Toshiro folds your legs to cradle his waist. 

“Can I speak plainly?” he requests, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs before scaling up your tummy to peel off your own sleepwear.

Jolting shoulders and arms up to make the disrobing easier, you nod rapidly, “Of course!”

Still, his eyes are closed to avoid catching sight of your potential horror or displeasure, “There are many things I want for us to do, but tonight I’d like to stay this way.”

“Look at me,” you pet through his hair, kissing the corners of his downturned mouth and the bunched skin between his eyebrows, “Won’t my husband look at me?”

Slowly, he heeds your command. Long lashes batting your thumb pad. He squeezes the round of your thighs circling his bare waist to strangle the urge to run. To flip himself over and let you do as you please. To not put himself out there and let you see him any less proper.

“I’ve been fond of you since we met,” you crane up to smooch his forehead, the heat from his face searing your lips. You rather like the sensation.

“So long?”

“How couldn’t I be? I like men shy and reserved, though I think I’d like you more if you could break out of your shell when we’re alone.”

Toshiro returns his face into your neck, hips snapping to impress his hardening cock against you. Breath hitching when he’s embraced by wetness, shoulders tensing -- so this is happening.

Loneliness plagued Toshiro his entire life, even following reconciliation with the Toudens -- it isn’t as though he lives in Melini, after all. Instead he’s occupying his father’s place in their family, on Wa. 

Your engagement was his only respite from the gnawing solitude, and now you’re dedicating yourself to sides of him you haven’t even seen yet.

His slow thrusts are stiff and mildly pleasant until you coo and snag fingers into the divot of his tailbone. Pushing his hips to roll into yours, black pubes brushing your clit and curling a real whimper from your lips. Toshiro stares down at you at the sound, fumbling a moment to snare your thighs tighter around him before eagerly repeating the motion.

Canting up to meet Toshiro’s efforts rewards you with a warm stretch and soft squelch as your hole adjusts around him. Huffy pants escape the man above you, chest dying red and hands bruising your hips. 

He’d never liked someone as much as he liked Falin, but he’s thinking -- even through delirium and heat and lust -- that maybe he could love you.

Pitching up on your elbows, you whine quietly into his cheek with more lavish kisses. Toshiro greedily turns his head to capture your lips with his, praying to drown his rhythm-less, virgin embarrassment in your saliva.

You don’t finish. You say you’re okay with that. Toshiro isn’t, it feels selfish.

“Please, let me…” his fingers skim over your stomach before dipping between your thighs and tracing the sloppy, soaked seam of your cunt, “I want to.”

“Do you insist?”

Toshiro feels unnaturally bold, swallowing around syrupy desire. He nods, “I do.”

.

.

.

days prior.

Hands swept tightly behind your back, you carefully observe the way a common copper beetle is ticking around the hanging tree leaves. Fascination blazes your eyes wide, and lips coiled upward.

Toshiro hadn’t meant to actually see you. He wasn’t even aware you were still on the premises, certain that having his fiance so close before their wedding night was some strain of scandal. 

Nonetheless, you’re here. And you’re admiring the fuzzy legs of a mere beetle.

As far as he was aware, people were not fond of beetles. Butterflies or moths, maybe. Not beetles. Hien would squish them instantly, and even Inutade tried maintaining distance. 

You smile upon the creature, paying no mind to the outside world.

Toshiro wonders if you could smile upon him that way, too.

~~~ yes toshiro starts liking you bc you’re admiring a bug that moment in the manga was so significant to his character and to me and ill be damned if i dont get to add onto it

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I JUST FOUND YOUR ACCOUNT AGAINNN OH MY GODDDDDDDD I LOVE YOUR WORK SOOOO MUCH!! CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING FOR DONNIE DARKO? 💕❤️

HIII, my sweet angel!!! <3

Anything you ask, my love, let's give our sweet boy some attention 😭🥺❤

Warnings: Donnie being a scared adorable baby. Unprotected sex, pain kink, dry humping, risk of getting caught, fluffy stuff...

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You woke up to weird noises on your window. You opened your eyes, knowing exactly what you would find. It wasn't the first time Donnie broke into your room like that, but it still scared you every single time.

He usually did that so you could make out after both of your families were asleep. But at the moment you sat down, ready to ask him not to do that again without a warning, you realized those weren't his intentions at all.

He looked pale. Lost. He had dark bags under his terrified eyes. The scene was heartbreaking. He rushed to sit beside you on the bed and hugged you tightly.

"What happened?" You asked, very worried as you hugged him back.

"Frank wants me to do something really bad." He confessed. "I don't want to do it, Y/N…"

"Shit. Did you see Frank again?" You sighed. "Well, tell him you won't do it. He can't force you to, Donnie. You're a good, sweet and kind person."

"Frank never finds me when I'm with you." His fingers squeezed your arms strongly, like he was scared you would disappear and leave him lonely.

"Yeah, that big ass rabbit knows better than messing with me, I won't let him hurt my boyfriend." You shrugged.

Even on such a serious situation, you were able to make Donnie laugh. Well, it wasn't much more than a chuckle, but he seemed to relax a little.

"Come on." You told him. "We can cuddle until it goes away."

He removed his shoes to lay on his side. The two of you faced each other for a second. Then he got a little closer and you wrapped your arms around him, keeping his face buried on your chest and his soft hair brushing your chin.

"You're safe now." You said, kissing the top of his head.

He lifted his head to look at you and whispered: "I love you."

Your heart almost stopped. It was the first time he had ever said that to you. And that look in his eyes was so sincere... maybe it meant more than the words themselves.

"I love you too, Don." You smiled at him.

You were ready to go back to holding his tightly, but, before you could, he placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you for a kiss. A hungry one. He had so many emotions he needed to let out. He would never be able to tell you how grateful he was for you always being there, and not thinking that he was crazy. Well, he probably would be if it wasn't for you.

His hands ran through your body, ending on your butt, squeezing and pulling your hips closer to his at the same time.

He continued kissing you while his hips brushed yours until he started getting hard.

"Donnie…" You moaned into his mouth.

"Need you, baby." He told you, then quickly glued his lips to yours again, his hands going under your shirt and he began stroking your nipples very gently with his thumbs.

Your body melted under his touch and you ended up letting him do whatever he wanted to you. He kept rubbing his erection against you, and even though you were both still clothed, it drove you crazy. But only when he stopped caressing your nipples and started pinching them, was when you gave up: "Shit, Donnie… Fuck me."

He would let out one of those adorable laughs he had as you started taking your clothes off. But at the sight of your naked body craving his, he started undressing himself pretty quickly too.

You two were laying on your sides, facing each other, and he lifted one of your legs, resting it on his hips so he could have access to your entrance. He began stroking your folds and you couldn't see his face very well, because the room was dark, but you could feel that the patterns of his breathing changed. His heart was beating faster.

He grabbed his cock and entered you at once. You bit your lip to control yourself, but he moaned loudly.

"Shhh…" You whispered. "Calm down, if anyone hears us…"

"I know, sorry." He chuckled. "But you feel so good, it's hard to…"

"Well, keep your mouth busy." You smirked.

He didn't understand it at first, but you took your hand to the back of his head, guiding his mouth to the crook of your neck.

He grabbed your hips and started pulling you down on his cock. It wasn't very fast, but it was so deep, and so good.

As he kept doing it, your fingers held to his hair very tightly, pulling it a little too hard. You weren't doing it only to control your moans, you knew Donnie absolutely loved the pain. You could tell by the way his teeth digged deeper in your skin every single time.

You pulled his body as close to yours as possible and whispered in his ear: "Harder, baby, please… make me cry.", followed by bitting his earlobe hard enough to leave a purple mark.

He absolutely lost it.

He flipped you over, so now you were under him and started thrusting faster inside you. His face buried on the pillow beside your head and you could hear the muffled sound of him screaming "FUCK FUCK FUCK".

He came hard, but kept thrusting until you came too, your walls clenching around him until his last drop was finally inside you.

His body collapsed on top of yours and you wrapped your arms securely around him again.

You kept stroking his back until you felt him relax completely. Maybe a little too much. He fell asleep.

You didn't have the heart to wake him up. He was exhausted. What if he saw Frank again? It would be better for him to spend the night, even if that increased the risk of you getting caught.

You would risk anything to make him feel safe.

[ruegoreos]

your wish is my command (thanks for the repost, appreciate the love and support❤)

❗❗WARNINGS❗❗: fluff. tooth rotting fluff. cursing.

Notes: this is my first fic that im publishing for the public eye😞constructive criticism is welcome! I wrote this at 2:AM, so if there's any misspelling or sentences that don't make sense please tell me😭enjoy the meal (hopefully??)

The man slept like a fucking bag of bricks. Immovable and completely still. Marc could sleep through a nuclear bombing without even a single twitch or jerk. You were pretty much the same too, not waking up until the sun finally wedged its way through the blinds, or your alarm went off.

That was until the baby was born.

After your baby was born, you stirred awake from every little noise possible, even if it wasn't produced by the infant. The AC would turn on, its gentle humming drifting through the apartment, and you would be awake in an instant.

Marc told you it was your 'paternal instincts' (something Steven had taken the liberty of doing a deep study on), and he'd carefully pepper your face with soft kisses before lulling you back to sleep in his warm, snug arms.

On occasion, the baby would (as baby's do) wake up in a fit and start to fuss. That would always snap you out of your doze, no matter how heavy or how soft the cry was.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a soft cry coming from your baby's crib. Immediately shifting under the sheets, you pull the blanket back and try to untangle yourself from the bear trap that was your husbands body.

Before you could swing your feet over the edge of the bed, one of Marc's large hands wraps around your waist, his warm palm planting itself on your stomach, effortlessly pulling you back into the bed.

"Marc." You protest with a groggy voice, trying, and failing, to free yourself from Marc's grip. Marc grumbled quietly, using his other hand to grab your upper arm. Dragging you back under the blankets, Marc spoons you from behind, resuming your earlier position.

You feel the arch of his nose dig into the nape of your neck as he nuzzles his face into you, the expanse of his warm and muscular chest pressed firmly against your shoulder blades. There was no denying that Marc was a comfy cuddler. You could easily fall back asleep if you wanted to. But the baby.

Squirming in his arms, you feebly wrap your hands around his arms, which are locked around your body now. He grumbled into your neck, his grip onto tightening, as if Marc was trying to mold you into his body.

"Marc, let go-"

Without warning, Marc grabs your shoulders and flips you onto your back. The sudden movement had you gasp quietly, your eyes widening as they met Marcs, which were now above you. Marc hovered above you, gracing himself on his forearms so he wouldn't crush you.

"Baby." Marc mumbles, his Chicago accent thick and his voice raspy from sleep. His eyes flickered even in the dark, catching the softest of light as he furrowed his brow. Marcs hair, which was a mess of dark curls, draped down his furrowed forehead.

"Listen." Staring up at Marc, you meet his eyes as you do what he says. You listen. You hear the subtle tick of the clock on the wall. The AC humming. The refrigerator running. Cars honking outside.

After a few moments, Marcs left hand comes to rest on your cheek, the calluses pad of his thumb stroking soothing stripes across the apple of your cheek. You can feel the cool metal of his ring touch your skin with each soft caress.

"Ro isn't crying." He whispers, his gentle touch never ceasing. Randall, or Ro, as Marc calls him, was sound asleep in his crib, not a single noise coming from the nursery down the hall. "You need to sleep, baby, you're exhausting yourself night after night."

Marc leans down and presses his warm and soft lips to your forehead, right between your eyebrows. His breath was hot against your skin as he whispers, "Stay with me, sweetheart. Sleep with me."

Rolling his body off of yours, Marc adjusts your body until he's spooning you again. Wrapping his arms around your torso, you feel one of his legs slip between yours, interlocking your bodies together in a sleepy tango.

Marcs lips pepper soft, feather light kisses to your shoulder, his hot breath rolling over your skin in waves. He gives you a comforting squeeze as he whispers, "I got you, sweetheart."

[imagine--if]

Can I ask for a Dano Riddler imagine? where him and Yn grew up together (she was in the girls wing of the orphanage and they talked through the walls, like him and the joker on the film) and she goes to see him in Arkham, and she's really sad that he's there, because they promissed each other that they'd never leave one another, and it's tearful and all, but he promisses her that he'll leave soon and never be apart ever again😭❤

A/N: I've just gotten round to reading the fourth issue of Riddler Year One so yessss I've totally got plenty of inspo for this imagine 😁 enjoy!!

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"She doesn't say much. And when she does, it's hard to make it out. Shy little thing. Still, she'll get used to it. She'll have to."

You were only four or five when you were dumped in Gotham's orphanage, clutching onto your soft toy as an only source of comfort and some kind of stability in a terrifying world, and an even worse city. You were quiet, barely spoke, and when you did, it was in whispers, all wide, innocent eyes and secretive, the hood up on your little hoodie as you tried your best to hide yourself from everything and everyone. Just a toddler, with a sweet life twisted by death and misfortune that you barely understood as a toddler. You had shuffled meekly behind a carer who led you into the orphanage, a cold and cruel building that they expected you to call home.

The other kids there seemed so much bigger, loud and dominating and aggressive, half of them on drops, only around twelve years old. Others were plain bullies with filthy mouths and hateful glares, children's eyes glancing at you, assessing your small, shy form, before they carried on with what they were doing in disinterest.

You had buried your face in your toy and pulled the fabric of your hood up past your hair and head, over your forehead, shadowing your face, trying to disappear in it. You pulled your legs up to your chest and watched everything happen behind your toy, its fur pressed up against your face. A group of kids watched TV and fought over the remote, others played nearby outside, but from your spot hunched in a corner, opposite you, sat a boy almost as quiet as you. You gazed at him in silence for a few long minutes, absorbed in his puzzle book, and only when he looked up to get a fresh pencil did he notice your young, curious eyes fixed on him.

He was a few years older than you, with glasses pushed up his nose, making his murky green eyes twinkle as they looked back at you nervously. He gave you a small smile, the first genuine smile you'd received in maybe your whole life, awkward and hesitant. You blinked back at him timidly, hugging your toy closer with little hands, returning his smile bashfully. The boy seemed taken aback by the action, and beamed at you, a beat of hesitance passing before he offered you a pen. You stared at it, then at him, and wandered over, sitting beside him and accepting his offer. You barely knew how to read or write, and so you watched him instead, the quiet boy with a nice smile and lots of books, day after day.

And as the days went by, both of you becoming closer and more comfortable together, Edward would start talking to you in his small, sweet voice, writing answers to riddles with a hand over yours, pulling your littler form into his lap after a couple of weeks and reading to you, then helping you read, helping you speak up a little. He'd even speak for you with others, managing to push past his own shyness every so often to help you, to repeat your whispered, lispy voice to those who couldn't catch it. You'd trail after him throughout the day when you could, before you were taken back to the girls' dorm, and you'd linger in the separating corridor, afraid of the idea of you two parting and him never coming back out of his long, shared boys' room.

"I'll see you in the morning," He'd always say soothingly, giving you a warm hug, bending down slightly so you could return it properly. "I'll never leave you. You know that."

And you'd nod, because you knew Edward was telling the truth by the way he said it and looked at you with earnest, young eyes, letting you borrow a book to amuse yourself with if the nights got too long,

But then foster families and adoptees started popping up. And you, being a young, sweet-looking child, albeit a little shy, are swept up into the grips of a random 'family,' and the quickness of how your name's signed away to people you don't even know and have no say over makes your head spin. The orphanage was overcrowded anyway, and one less mouth to feed in exchange for money made all the difference.

Edward, on the other hand, was beside himself.

Newspapers and library books on adoption and rules and any ways to prevent what was happening piled up beside his bed, to the dorm he'd been disciplined to stay in for his shocking outbursts of frustration and hatred and upset. Thomas Wayne's renewal plan could help him, he thought. He'd already assured him that he could get to a special school to study and learn and have a brighter future.

So on the last night you could spend together, sneaking out of the corridor of a room you slept in with the other girls, Edward filled out the form in his shaky, uneven writing, stating on one line that he wanted to go to the school he'd talked about, and on the other, 'I want to stay with my best friend and stop them from being taken away by bad people.'

REJECTED.

The word stamped in bold, horrid red print was the response he got, the word that bled into his mind as you were made to pack a bag and wave goodbye and go, handing your young life over to strangers, and Edward couldn't do a thing about it. You were carted off out of Gotham to go to school and expected to become a whole new person.

But you couldn't.

The years went by agonisingly slowly, and with every one that passed, you thought about him, your friend, Edward. Did he get adopted too? Did he manage to find some source of happiness and hope afterwards? Would he even remember you if you went back?

Eventually, you save up enough money and have enough time to go back to where it all started, in the unfeeling streets of Gotham City. You had no idea where to look, and after hearing from someone that the orphanage had been burned down ages ago, your last resort was to ask at the GCPD.

"Sorry to bother you," you say with an awkward smile, as a detective greets you and asks if he can be any help; 'Lieutenant James Gordon,' his name tag reads, "I'm looking for someone who I think still lives here? We were friends a while ago, and... I'm sorry, you look busy."

"We are quite busy, Miss," Gordon tells you, looking a little overwhelmed. "We've just managed to catch some crazy psycho who's been letting hell loose recently."

Your eyes widen in confusion and interest. "Wow... that's... yeah, I'm sorry, it's okay."

"No, go on," Gordon nods, letting you into his office, "have you got a name, address or anything?"

"I don't know his address," you say in uncertainty. "We were friends as kids. His name's Edward. Edward Nashton?"

Jams Gordon stops abruptly, whirling around to face you with demanding, bewildered eyes.

"Excuse me?"

You frown. "What?"

"Are you trying to be funny?" Gordon says in shock. "Edward Nashton? That's who you're looking for?"

You nod slowly, and Gordon sighs, taking off his glasses and hiding his face in a hand.

"Look, Miss, I don't know how new you are to Gotham, but Edward Nashton has just been arrested and sent to Arkham Asylum for the crimes committed under the name of The Riddler. He was only just apprehended a few hours ago."

Your breath catches in your throat in disbelief, as Gordon's eyes narrow suspiciously, looking you up and down.

"And you really knew nothing about this? You aren't an accessory?"

"I- no," you shake your head, "I only just made it to Gotham this evening."

Gordon nods slowly, though he still doesn't seem convinced. He suddenly grabs his jacket and opens the office door, glancing back at you.

"Come with me."

You follow him meekly, as he leads you out of the building and into a police car. Are you going to be arrested? Could your Eddie really have done this? Why?

Gordon stops outside Arkham, opening the car door for you to step out, and leads you inside, showing his badge to the guards, who let you proceed. The walls are strong and metallic and thick, and the cells are sealed with heavy iron doors with a small, barred rectangular window at their tops. You try not to let your attention wander, sticking close to Gordon, until he reaches an interrogation room. A mad dressed in a jet-black bat suit already stands there with a frustrated look in his dark eyes, and Gordon signals for you to wait as he goes over to the Batman and whispers something you can't quite make out in his ear. The Batman looks over at you quickly, his expression unreadable, and then he approaches you.

"You know Nashton?" his deep, whispery voice states more than asks, and you nod.

Batman stares at you for another moment before marching back into the interrogation room, nodding at you impatiently to come in. You do, blinking at the hard lights and the security cameras glaring at you from the corners of the room. And, behind the strong, glass partition and metal desk, a young man sits staring at you in disbelief.

Clear, dorky glasses. Murky green eyes. Soft, sandy brown hair. It's definitely him.

"Edward?" you say breathlessly, going to step closer, but the Batman gives you a wary look. "Ed, is that really you?"

He nods wordlessly, his eyes wide and stunned. But beneath that familiar, comforting look he's always had, there's a layer you can only just make out, like a hidden spark of insanity, one that's made the whole city go into a frenzy and even The Batman apprehensive. Edward whispers your name like a prayer, his hands pressed up against the protective glass.

"You came back," he says in wonder, as Gordon and Batman glance between the two of you in uncertainty, but you're not focused on them at all, like the whole world is disappearing around you. "I- I knew you would..."

"What happened?" you say, overwhelmed by the whole scenario, staring in wonder at the now grown-up orphan labelled a criminal in front of you. "What did you do?"

"What I had to do," he smiles brightly, adoringly at you, that glimmer of insanity coming to the surface. "What they made me do. And I did it for you, too."

"Me?"

"Who else?" Edward giggles, standing up and moving closer to the glass, his hands cuffed and chained. "They tried to break us apart. But you came back. I've been waiting for so long..."

"What does she know about this?" The Batman slices through the moment, and Edward glances at him distractedly. "Have you been doing this together?"

"Of course not," Edward breathes, turning his attention back to you with a sweet smile. "She's too pure for that. Too shy, and lovely... it was me. But you inspired me," he insists, looking straight at you, "to make a clean slate, and clean it all up, so that it'd be perfect for us. And it will be, angel. You coming back was the last piece of the puzzle." Edward suddenly gives you that all-too familiar soft, loving look you'd seen back in the orphanage, and you have to fight to compose yourself, wanting so badly to run to him like you did so many times before. "You look so beautiful. You haven't changed a bit..."

You feel like crying, stunned by the casualness of what he's saying and admitting to. "I... oh Edward..." you shake your head, giving him a desperate look. "You're in Arkham."

"That's right," Batman interjects again, "you can't be together. You're a psychopath, Nashton. You're not getting out. I'm sending her back home."

"No, wait," you cut in desperately, still feeling just as drawn to the genius madman even after the dark truths, "please, I don't want to leave him, I can help..."

A guard interrupts, bursting into the interrogation room, and you all turn to him.

"There's been explosions," the guard announces, "the city walls have collapsed and the main road's flooded."

As he speaks, Edward giggles to himself, giving the masked vigilante a dark, unhinged look that makes your heart jump in your chest.

"She's not going anywhere," he says excitedly, grinning at you. "You're right where you need to be. We can watch the whole thing together."

The Batman dithers between leaving and staying, eventually rushing out of the room, along with Gordon, to deal with the flooding crisis, and a guard hustles you out of the room as Edward's voice calls out your name from behind you.

"You'll never leave me again! We were meant to be! You know it's true, darling! You know!"

You manage to glance back at him as you leave, studying his crazed, ecstatic look, that same softness in his eyes as the day you had to leave, but tainted with madness. But as you look, you can't help but smile back at him slightly, because you know it's true.

As the waters invade the city and the building erupts into panic along with the rest of Gotham, you know it's true. And maybe that'll make this all worth it.

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debut || gr63

☆ summary: y/n makes her indycar debut and her biggest supporter is there with her

☆ pairing: george russell x driver!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ a/n: smau mixed with writing

masterlist

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yourbff: jumping for joy! i can't wait to see you in st pete and i can't wait to cheer for my best friend

ynuser: i can't wait to see you!! ive never been so nervous but never more excited. i can't believe my dreams are coming true

yourbff: i can believe it!! you are my inspiration bestie

ynuser: stop it 😭😭😭😭 i love you

yourbff: i love you endlessly 🤍 see you in a couple of hours

patriciooward: oh putting me to shame i see

ynuser: not possible patty

user1: can't wait to see you this weekend!!

georgerussell63: is it weird if i admit that i downloaded a countdown app to countdown the minutes until we're back together?

ynuser: 😭😫🫶🏻 no ?! you're so cute its sickening

georgerussell63: phew ok good

elbaoward: ive never been more excited for a season opener (don't tell pato)

ynuser: EEEK! you're my favorite person in the whole world. i can't wait for dinner tomorrow

user2: first ever indycar race for me and its bc of u ms girl

arrowmclaren: our girl 🧡

ynuser: 🧡

nolansiegel: us rookies are gonna rock it this season

ynuser: YES WE ARE BESTIE! papaya rookies for the WIN

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a smile spread across your face as george stepped through the golden doors of the restaurant. his hair was wind swept and he wore a perfetly tailored outfit that accentuated all the right areas. in his right hand, he held a bouquet of roses and in his left, a small gift bag. he scanned the room and when his eyes landed on you, they lit up and a butterfly-inducing smile played on his lips. he moved toward you quickly, his voice soft as he greeted you, “my darling.”

“georgie!” you exclaimed taking the flowers from him and allowing him to pull you into a warm embrace. he sighed contentedly and kissed your temple.

“I missed you so much, y/n/n,” he whispered before settling into the chair across from you.

“the feeling’s mutual,” you sighed, taking a sip of your wine as the waiter filled george's glass. “but I’m really glad you were able to make it. honestly, I didn’t think you’d be able to so soon after bahrain.”

“are you kidding?” he grinned. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world! supporting you means more to me than anything, baby.”

the sincerity in his voice nearly brought you to tears. “i love you.”

“i love you more than anything, y/n,” george replied, sliding the gift bag across the table. “open it, gorgeous.”

you rolled your eyes with a smile, pulling a small box out of the blue bag. carefully you opened it to reveal a sleek silver necklace with a ‘g’ pendant. “george…”

“it’s for when I can’t physically be here which will unfortunately be more than i’d like” he said softly, “so this to keep me with you even when i’m not.”

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deuxmoi: we received an anonymous tip about a certain f1 driver out on a date very far from home 🤨

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user1: f1?? what are you doing on deuxmoi

user2: f1gossip any leads on this?

f1gossip: we did get a tip that george was spotted in the tampa airport.. seems we should have taken it more seriously

user3: george???? i was thinking lando bc at least he has a connection to indycar with mclaren.. george has no reason to be there ??

user4: could the mystery woman be y/n? she’s making her indycar debut and it would make so much sense if he was there for her

user3: user4 how would they even know each other though?

user4: user3 y/n is best friends with pato who is the mclaren reserve driver and she went to mexico city when he drove in fp1 so like she could have easily have met him there! she’s been to a couple gps with pato and elba

f1gossip: now this is quite and interesting theory user4. would be a pretty logical explanation for the 20 hour flight he had to have taken

user12: didn’t expect to find my next hyperfixation through deuxmoi but i think i love y/n and now indycar?? she’s so sweet and endearing and chronically online?

user4: welcome! we could always use more y/n/n fans 🫶🏻

yourbff: oh goodness gracious

user33: thought this was supposed to be celebrity gossip.. tf is f1

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ynuser: words can’t describe how good car #7 felt on track during practice these past 2 days. bring on qualifying 🧡

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user1: that’s my goat going 6th fastest in practice let’s go

user4: user3 & f1gossip noticing who is in the likes

f1gossip: mr. russell we see you

user3: he ain’t slick!

arrowmclaren: we 🧡 car #7

ynuser: i 🤍 arrow mclaren

user5: mclaren rookies are my favorite ppl on the grid

yourbff: wow that girl is fast 😍❤️‍🔥

ynuser: the fastest (and only) girl on track thats for sure

quadrant: let’s get it!

user3: what in the world are you doing here

user6: i can't wait to watch you race this sunday!!!

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the clock in your driver's room ticked relentlessly, each click a sharp reminder of the dwindling moments before you had to head out to the track.

"you’ve got this," you whispered focusing on your breath as you worked through calming exercises. you glanced at your phone willing george to hurry up even though you knew he had media obligations that mercedes had insisted on before agreeing to let him come to the st pete.

finally a soft knock at the door echoed with only a few minutes to spare. you rushed to open it and there george was, "thank god you're here," you exclaimed before collapsing back into your chair.

george raised an eyebrow while taking in the sight of you. "sorry it took me so long. you know how those things can be," he said taking a seat beside you on the couch. "come here," he murmured opening his arms.

with a reluctant sigh you stood and joined him on the couch. "you're not even ready yet... what's going on in tht beautiful head of yours?" he asked gently reaching for the hair tie on your wrist. he started to untangle and work on your signature braids—the ones you always wore on race days. It was one of the many thoughtful things he did for you, always paying attention to the little details like learning how to do your hair to making your favorite drinks to keeping track of each months new hyper ixation.

you let out a shaky breath. "i'm just... really nervous," you admitted tugging at the sleeve of your black fireproofs. "i’ve done all the testing, practiced these past few days, but this race... it just…. i don’t know."

"that makes sense, darling," he nodded, his fingers still working through your hair. "but you're ready. whether you believe it or not, you are."

"but what if I’m not? what if I prove all the critics right?" your voice trembled.

"baby," he said softly, lifting your chin to make you look at him. "what have I told you about listening to the critics? there will always be someone with something to say no matter what. whether you go out there and win the championship or not, someone will find a way to criticize. what matters is focusing on what you can control. and you? you can control your actions and your car, and I know you’ve worked harder than anyone I’ve ever seen. you deserve that seat. you deserve this shot. and you're going to make everyone proud."

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you sprinted through the paddock as your heart continued to race from the adrenaline of your debut. you quickly found george with his arms were wide open waiting for you.

"P8!!" he exclaimed voice filled with excitement as you jumped straight into his embrace.

“I did it!! I even finished in the top 10!!” you nearly screamed barely able to contain the thrill of your achievement. a light laugh escaped george as he spun you around with joy.

“you did!! you drove an absolutely incredible race y/n,” george said with pride as he carefully returned you to the ground.

“you really think so?” you asked looking up at the handsome brit in front of you.

“I know so,” he grinned giving your shoulder a playful nudge. “i was analyzing your every move out there and you were nearly flawless. a top 10 finish in your first race? i’m so bloody proud of you.”

you couldn't help but blush, “I honestly didn’t think I could pull it off but like you told me,, i focused on what i could control which was me and the car and the car felt so good today.”

george beamed with pride, “you showed everyone what you’re made of out there. you’ve got a lot of talent y/n/n and you’re only going to get better from here. I think this is just the beginning.”

the warmth of his words made you smile and for the first time since the checkered flag you felt like you could breathe. you had done it. and as you stood there talking to george you realized that the recognition from not only someone you loved but a fellow driver was just as important to you as the race result itself.

“thank you, george. for everything… for never giving up on me and for pushing me to be the best version of myself,” you said sincerely.

“no need to thank me y/n/n! just doing my job! plus you’re the one who is really doing all fhe hard work,” he was smiling again. "now let's go celebrate!”

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ynuser: p8 ain’t too bad of a start. thankful for all of the support from the best fans in the world - you all made this an unforgettable weekend 🧡

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user3: running to tell all my non f1 and indycar friends that y/ngeorge is canon like it’s my own wedding announcement

arrowmclaren: only driver to have run all 100 laps in the top 10!!

ynuser: no way 🤭

georgerussell63: yes way 😉

patriciooward: IMPRESSIVE MI AMIGAAAAA

user8: congratulations on a strong start 💪🏻

yourbff: p8 for the gr8test

ynuser: 😭🤍

user12: I LOVE WHEN WOMEN!!!!!

georgerussell63: blimey you are incredible

ynuser: crikey you are the best

user8: i love them your honor

elbaoward: my goat my goat my goat

patriciooward: ? this isn’t my post

ynuser: elba likes me more patriciooward

elbaoward: it’s true patriciooward

patriciooward: i’m speechless frankly

nolansiegel: oh boy… pls don’t tear my family apart

ynuser: no one can tear us apart noly don’t worry

user9: not even bothering with a soft launch just going straight for it

mercedesamgf1: looks like the flight was well worth it ✈️

georgerussell63: yes it was 😘

user63: ok lover boy…

user10: this is gonna be such an incredible season i can feel it already

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georgerussell63: the best 24 hours trip i’ve ever taken. y/n - i am forever proud of the racer you have become. here’s to an even better rest of the season 😘🧡

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alex_albon: impressive drive y/n!

ynuser: thank you alex 🤍

user63: chat we’ve lost him

mercedesamgf1: our favorite racing couple🤍

georgerussell63: 😍🏆

user98: if he wanted to he would!!! george took a 20 hour flight just to see his girl for 24 hours i mean come on

ynuser: thank you for making the trip. you are sincerely my rock and the best cheerleader in the whole world 🧡

georgerussell63: no need to thank me darling. you deserve the world and nothing less 🤍

user44: vamos y/n!

nolansiegal: i was a pleasure getting to meet you!

georgerussell63: right back at ya mate! keep up the good work

user24: need someone to talk to abt this

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Yer just...Beautiful ❤

a Mafiafell Sans X female reader

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It was a dark stormy night..you were working at your desk quietly with your headphones in as the storm raged and thundered outside. You glanced to the window once or twice with a soft sigh gently escaping your lips.

I hope he's ok..; you thought as a shock of bright blue lightning fell from the sky lighting up the room momentarily making you jump a little. You'd been thinking about butch all day mostly, you just didn't want him out in that weather. You were worried yet you somehow got a feeling he'd be just fine.

You sighed once more to yourself as you let the music fill your head. You had a lot on your mind..you couldn't help but think of so many different things at once. The past few years had been rough, work wise was just stressing you out..as well as fake friends and fake past love. Everything was getting under your skin, you were just glad that Butch was there to hold you through your tears. And boy did you miss him right now.

As you lost yourself in your thoughts you felt a firm yet gentle hand on your shoulders. Was it? Who were you kidding you knew who it was and you immediately felt a warm smile spread across your face.

"Heya babydoll~ whatcha doin?" You chuckled as you took out your headphones and turned to face him. You were stared back at, as his red eye light created a soft red glow against your work desk. "Nothing..i was just thinking about you though"

He smiled, clearly happy with that response as you felt his thumb rub soothing circles on your back that gave you the good goosebumps. "Heh, glad to hear i—" he was cut off by a loud bang of thunder that made you squeal.

"Eyyyy..woah woahhh babyyyy, babyyy slow down aight? Take it easyyy C'mere.." He chuckled as he sat up on the bed with a smile welcoming you to his embrace. "Mm..ok.." You mumbled and climbed into his lap and hugged him closely, as his big strong arms around you making you feel safe.

You heard a gentle chuckle and looked up at him, "what?.." You mumbled. "Nothin..yer just...Beautiful" he whispered thumbing your cheek softly. You hummed and let him do so.

"I love you.." You whispered, he hummed and kissed your temple only saying "sleep.." In a low gruff tone. His hands wandered up your jumper and scratched your back and kissed you cheek, humming in a tone that slowly lulled you to sleep.

And with that you both fell asleep, forgetting about the storm and the only thing that mattered to you both was that you were alone...together..in each other's arms. Cuddling sweetly and warmed laying against each other and damn there was no place you'd rather be..

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Hellloooooo my darlings~ sorry I've been away so long TVT I've been so busy recently and haven't had much time also we hit ✨400✨ Followers!! Thank you all so so much 😭😭 it feels like only yesterday I just hit 100 you are all so kind and lovely❤

Well Enjoy some Mafiafell food for dinner~✨ see you soon darlings!

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 14

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Saturday Night Continued ~

“Ohh fuck” Josh moaned out, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his left hand released the grip he had on the sheets to grab Kiyana’s hair,  guiding her movements as she took him deeper into her mouth. She hummed softly, sending vibrations through his body that made his toes curl. Josh's hips bucked involuntarily as waves of pleasure washed over him. Kiyana pulled back slightly, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip before taking him deep again.

Josh leaned up on his right elbow to watch Kiyana work her magic. Her full lips stretched around him as she bobbed her head, her dark eyes looking up at him through her eyelashes to meet his gaze. The sight alone nearly pushed him over the edge. “Fuck, that shit sloppy.” He moaned out, watching in awe as she took his entire length into her mouth. He let out a deep groan and let his body flop back down onto the bed. 

Kiyana slowly pulled back, trailing her tongue along his length before releasing him with a soft pop. She crawled up his body, planting kisses along his stomach and chest. When she reached his neck, she nipped and sucked at his sensitive skin, eliciting more moans from Josh. She straddled Josh's hips, grinding against him teasingly as she captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

Kiyana maintained eye contact as she slowly sank onto his length “Mmhmm" Kiyana purred, throwing her head back in pleasure. Josh was transfixed by the sight of her above him her full breasts bouncing with each movement, her smooth brown skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Kiyana leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss, swallowing his moans as she picked up the pace. Josh met her thrust for thrust, his hips lifting off the bed to drive himself deeper. The room was now filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, breathless gasps, and throaty moans.

Kiyana let out a gasp as Josh easily flipped them over so he was now on top of her. He pinned Kiyana's wrists above her head with one hand, his other gripping her hip as he started pounding into her. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers, their eyes locked and breaths becoming one. 

Kiyana's legs wrapped tightly around Josh's waist, pulling him even deeper. She arched her back, pressing her chest against his as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Josh released her wrists, and her hands immediately flew to his back, her nails digging into his skin.

"Oh fuck" she cried out, her voice thick with desire. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Josh growled in response, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he continued his relentless pace. He could feel Kiyana tightening around him, her body trembling beneath his. He knew she was close.

"Let go, baby," he whispered in her ear, his voice husky and breathless. "I've got you."

With a final, powerful thrust, Kiyana shattered. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her cries of ecstasy filling the room. They clung to each other, bodies trembling and breath ragged as they slowly came down from their shared high. Josh peppered soft kisses along Kiyana's neck and jawline before capturing her lips in a tender kiss. She smiled against his mouth, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

“I love you,” Josh whispered against her lips. 

"I love you too." She whispered back. 

Sunday Morning ~

“Daddy wake up!” Kaiden’s little voice called out, waking Josh from his slumber. 

Josh was grateful he dragged himself and Kiyana to the shower after their lovemaking this morning and convinced her to at least put on a shirt cause it would have been awkward as hell for her mother to see the both of them naked. 

Josh’s eyes met Imani’s as she stood by the door holding a squirming Kairo. Her gaze held nothing but disgust and disappointment. His eyes shifted to Kiyana when he felt her start moving around. 

“They were looking for you downstairs.” Was all Imani said as she walked over to the bed handing him Kairo. She threw one last disapproving look at Josh before walking out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

“Well, she hates me.” Josh sighed, laying back in the bed, letting Kaiden snuggle into his side while Kairo laid his head on Josh’s chest. 

Kiyana groaned, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. "She doesn't hate you. She's just..." Kiyana paused as if trying to find the right words. “She doesn’t hate you. She’s just mad. We talked yesterday and I tried to get her to understand but, you know how my mom is.” She turned on his side and propped herself up on her elbow with her head resting on her hand. She then took her other hand and started playing with Kairo’s curls. 

“I can't blame her," Josh said softly, careful not to disturb the boys who were now dozing off against him. “I fucked up badly Key.” 

“And I forgave you. So what if my mom still has an attitude? What we have is exactly that. It’s just us and our boys, nobody else.” 

“You right,” Josh said, using his free hand to grab her hand that was playing in Kairo’s hair to link their fingers together. 

“Always am." She chuckled. "Oh and speaking of our boys.” She said softly, looking down at Kaiden and Kairo who were snuggled up with their dad. “Mar-Mar birthday is coming up.” 

“Shit.” Josh breathed out, “Baby boy about to be seven. Time is flying.” 

“Yeah, I know.” She replied, clearing her throat and making him look over at her. 

“What's wrong?” 

“I know you want your family there but..” 

“Mel right?” He asked and she nodded. “Aight. If you don’t want her there, she don’t have to be there.” 

“No. That’s his aunt and they all love her. But I don’t want no shit at my baby party Joshua. She cannot and will not disrespect me in my own house.” 

“I understand. Imma talk to her aight?”  

“Alright.” 

After taking another quick nap, Josh gently eased Kairo and Kaiden off of him before making his way into the ensuite bathroom, relieving himself, washing his hands, and brushing his teeth. He walked over to where Kiyana was laying and smirked at how she was snoring, he had worn her ass out last night. He placed a kiss on her forehead and left the room. 

He peeked into Kamari’a room and frowned seeing that he wasn’t in there. Josh then made his way down the stairs. He let out a soft chuckle when he saw Kaiden and Imani cuddled up on the couch watching Columbo. 

“Morning Bean.” Josh pressed a kiss on Kamari’s head. “Ms. Mani, can I talk to you for a second?’ 

Imani sighed and nodded her head. “Be right back,” she said to her grandson before following Josh into the kitchen. She sat down at the table and folded her arms across her chest, her gaze set into a glare as she looked at Josh. “Well, what do you want to talk to me about?” She huffed out, watching as he poured himself a cup of orange juice. 

Josh sighed and walked over to the table. “I just –, I know I messed up badly. Right? I did the worst possible thing and broke Kiyana’s trust and I just want you to know that I’m doing everything in my power to make it up to her. To prove to her that I deserve this second chance. To prove to her that I’m not a complete fuck up. I’m commented to being better not only for her, but for my sons. I grew up in a broken home and I don’t want that for them. I respect your opinion and I’m open to any concerns you have. But I hope you can see how deeply I regret what happened and how much I want to do everything in my power to make it right. All I ask for is the chance to prove it” 

“Josh,” Imani started, pausing as if she was trying to find the right words to say. “Let me start off by saying, I don’t hate you. I watched you grow into the man that you are today, I could never hate you. I just don’t want my daughter to suffer the same way I did. I don’t want her to stay I don't want her to stay in a relationship where she constantly doubts herself and her worth. I was here, I watched her doubt her looks because of you. I watched her constantly put herself down because she thought if she couldn’t be good enough for you, for the guy that she shared twenty-three years with, she couldn’t be good enough for anybody. So yes, I have reservations about y’all getting back together. Words are easy Joshua, but it's the actions that matter. You talk a good game about proving yourself to her, you need to actually show it.” 

There has only been a handful of times Josh had cried. He wasn’t really one to show his emotions like that, but hearing what his cheating did to Kiyana, broke him. Before he could wipe away the tears that escaped his eyes, Imani stood from her chair and pulled him into a hug. “I believe you when you say you’re committed to making things right. I’m not trying to punish you or push you away. I just want to protect my daughter and make sure that she’s in a place where she can heal and be truly happy.” 

Josh nodded against Imani's shoulder, his voice thick with emotion. “I understand. I won’t fuck this up again.”Imani gently pulled back and cupped his face in her hands.

“I know you won’t.” She smiled. “Do what you need to do, Josh. For Kiyana, for my grandsons, and yourself."

Hey guys!

I think Josh and Ms Imani needed to have that talk because like she said in the chapter she watched him grow up. She remembers when he was a stuttering teenager, standing on her front porch trying not to be intimated by Kiyana's dad. Imani has seen Josh and Kiyana'a relationship play out and she just doesn't want Kiyana to be like her...

sorry ANYWAY, the next chapter is Kamari's big 7th birthday, Do y'all think Melvania gon behave?

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AO3 / FanFiction.net / Artist Scammer:

Hey. I'm an AO3 writer and long time artist whose never received any sort of spam or scam comments on Archive of Our Own... until today.

For those who don't feel like reading all these images I've included alt text as well as relevant text replies below each screenshot. ヾ(•ω•`)o

Today I received a comment from a user named ObsidianVerse on AO3. (link to their profile here.) (Screenshot includes alt text)

Note: Registered AO3 users not having an icon/bookmarks/works is not uncommon, so this did not come off as a red flag to me.

Anywho, ObsidianVerse left some very genuine, very kind comments on a recent fanfic of mine that indicated to me they were a real person who actually read my fanfic! (Screenshots includes alt text)

this was such a cozy, lowkey gut punch in the best way?? like just two people being soft and real with each other in the middle of all the noise, and somehow that hits harder than a dramatic confession or battle scene. the quiet care, the little touches (literally and emotionally), the soup?? ugh. it’s tender and awkward and beautiful. thank you for giving us this moment, it felt like breathing room in the middle of chaos. loved every second of it.

I responded: "I--- [image alt text: black and white drawing of the autism creature standing with it's legs spread wide in a defensive stance, shaking, as tears drop down it's face while standing in a pool of it's own tears. It's surrounded by pink, red, white, and swirling pink heart emojis.] This comment is honestly so. [image alt text: transparent drawing of a person calmly resting in a hospital bed with their eyes closed and hooked up to an IV. Art by @/IRASUTOYA.] Wow?? Like?! Thank you so, so much for such a sweet and generous compliment. The quiet care AND the soup??? Tender awkward and beautiful. 😭 The breathing room in the middle of chaos really gagged me because damn it really kinda is that huh? Wasn't even my intention either. It really goes to show that everybody interpretation is unique, there's always something positive to be found that I didn't consider. Can I be honest? I was kinda just shitting on this fic in comparison to my others. But this makes me want to reread this fic (which I've reread at least 5 times before posting) with a bit more care and love in my heart for this story. I want to seek out all the favored parts you saw and hold them lovingly. There's so much value to be seen in a simple short story and your comment is a humbling reminder. I really appreciate you. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤" ObsidianVerse responded: STOP you’re gonna make me cry in the soup 😭😭😭 the IRASUTOYA visual has me wheezing and also like. Holding your story in my hands like a precious little wildflower. I’m so glad my comment could help you see it with fresh eyes it genuinely hit me so hard in the best way, like two people whispering honesty to each other while the world screams. Just… chef kiss. Also, okay, I hope this isn’t too weird to say, but like. Reading this actually gave me so many visuals and little ideas, and I couldn’t stop thinking how cool it’d be to do some artwork based on this story?? Or even work together on something if you’d be up for it. No pressure at all!! But if that’s something that sounds good to you, I’d love to talk more about it Discord or email, whatever you prefer! Just putting it out there because this story really stuck with me in that quiet, lingering way. 🥹❤️

Red Flag: Notice the mention of the artist of the second image @/irasutoya's name in all caps? That's how I included their name in the alt text of the art. Hence why they referenced it.

I responded: "Art?! [image alt text: black and white drawing of a character sitting on their knees crying as they stare down at their smart phone] Are you one of my people?? Hell yeah, I'd love to see some art or work on some collaborative art! I'll give you my email, since it's public anyway: theartoftianaconyers @ gmail.com" ObsidianVerse responded: "Just sent you a mail"

Red Flag: The wording of the last reply was certainly a red flag for me.

All things considered, they referenced details in the fic and replied like a real person, so when their comments eventually panned toward wanting to make art for my fic/collaborating on a piece, I didn't think anything of it. Even offering my email so they could reach out to me.

It became clear after they emailed me from their email address evelynaddison919@gmail.com that something was up. Their message felt weirdly robotic and their email address was way too generic feeling. Especially given how informal and casual they were in their comments. (Screenshot includes alt text)

Hey there,How are you doing? This is ObsidianVerse from AO3

I did a cursory search of this email address and found nothing. Eventually I stumbled upon their ArtStation profile (link to it here) where they have the same icon art as their gmail (for whatever reason it doesn't show in app)... But a different email address.

On ArtStation they use: evelynaddison92@gmail.com which, after Googling, ding ding ding, allowed me to find this Tumblr thread naming Evelynaddison92 as well as many others.

Evelyaddison92 matches the AO3 username (who's account is still up, I might add! Link to their profile here.), and the same Tumblr user that has been mentioned by folks in this thread. They also use the Discord handle: evelynaddison92 (link to it here)

I guess people wised up to their scam so they switched email addresses and AO3 users.

To answer a question I had myself...

Is this really a scam? The answer is yes.

Did they scam me out of money? No. Did they ask me to commission them? No. (Likely because I didn't allow it to get that far.) Too be frank, all they did was leave some nice comments and offer art (which I have done for others in the past on Tumblr!)

But this kind of scammer doesn't need our money. They thrive by being legitimized by real users and writers.

In searching their email I found a BlueSky profile (link to it here) including many of the artworks posted onto the ArtStation profile in addition to random reposts like any regular person would do. Unfortunately, on their profile there are writers posting about how they'd happily received art, commissioned them, and tagging them as well.

They don't need money from us to benefit from scamming us. The more they can use our names, platforms, and writing to legitimize themselves as "real people", the more they benefit to be able to scam others out of money.

Overall, I'm coming away from this disappointed. I'll still take the comments I received to heart, but at the end of the day, users like this and the others mentioned above only do harm to fanfic writers by targeting people often sharing in search of genuine community and love.

Take it from me, a seasoned artist well versed in common art scams. If I can fall for it, so can anyone.

I'd appreciate it folks who see this made sure to block and report (if able) both of this user's accounts.

I also implore you to read this post linked here by other Tumblr users naming additional AO3 art scammers including Obsidian/Evelyn.

Update: ObsidianVerse deleted all their comments on my fic once they saw I froze the thread/didn't reply to their email.

[musette22]

I mean, Stucky sex is great(!!!), but when they are extremely soft and sweet for each other I'm melting completely and I need a minute to come back to normal life... 🥺❤

Absolutely!!! I know exactly what you mean, sweetie 💗 Smut is awesome, but aaahhh there's really nothing better than some really amazingly fluffy romance either, is there? 🥹 Especially when they're both pining their little hearts out, both so unbelievably smitten and soft for each other, and they're just SO IN LOVE 😭🫶🏻 It's the absolute best. Good fluff like that can give me all the tingly warm feelings in my fingers and toes and heart and it's just glorious, I'll never get enough of it 🥰

Just in case, here and here are a few rec posts I've made before with some lovely, fluffy fics 💞

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ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ⁰⁰ ׄ ⑅ HJS ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ in which your fandom drools over one of your guitarists, unbeknownst to the fact that he's all yours, yours, yours.

— PAIRING ੭ hanji x fem!soloist.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ slightly suggestive so mdn !!!

— FACE CLAIM ੭ bibi.

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_doolsetnet so grateful tonight, thank you n/n for letting me sing a song you've seen me put my blood, sweat, and tears into... You've changed my life for the better, given me friends and family I could've only dreamed of having, and a safe space to share my passion ❤ – and of course, thank you for all the cheer kyoto 🇯🇵 !

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user1 shut up this is so cute 😭

user2 bro can SING sing holy damn

ynusername guys, "alien" drops on all streaming platforms this Friday !!!!! such a beautiful song, you deserve all the love in the world hannie ❤

↳ _doolsetnet you're a godsend yn, I love you.

↳ user3 HELLO !? this ain't a soft launch ?????

user4 no one talking about the him using her nickname that only her closest people call her ??? and we all know yn only ever let's a man get THAT close is when they're in loooovveee

user5 I'm sobbing this is so adorable !?

user6 this GOTTA be a soft launch

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10 bucks yn snatched her manager's phone and posted this

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_doolsetnet ur so perfect baby 💋, could kiss ur cheekies all day

↳ ynusername which ones ?

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user2 pls manager-nim being mother to yn will always be my favourite thing

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Find the word game (second round)

rules: I'll give you five words. Find the word (or closest approximation you can) in your works and post an excerpt. Tag others to play and give them new words too!

Thank you for the tag @bloodinwine and @deadly-diminuendo ❤

@bloodinwine your wips made me relive some moments of your amazing story! I can't wait for your new chapter 😭❤

@deadly-diminuendo your wips are lovely and I have to find time to read some of your works 😱

And I'm sorry for taking so long replying to this!

For this game I'll use wips from my long fic, that I haven't published yet (still without tittle, sorry 😭)

My words are: soft, lust, promise, faith, death (from @bloodinwine) and eyes, hunger, tease, hug, skin (from @deadly-diminuendo).

Words missing: lust and hug (how is it possible that I don't have hug??😱)

Death from chapter 1

My soul is yours, you know? I know it. I feel it. You will not be alone, because I will find a way to return to you. Wait for me… Her last words echoed in his mind.  So, as she’d asked he’d waited. For one hundred and sixty years, he’d waited, but she’d never returned. And Astarion had stopped hoping she ever would.  Kneeling beside her grave, he placed a handful of white water lilies—her favorite flowers—atop the stone. As he did, memories of the years following her death flooded his mind, each more painful than the last. 

Faith from chapter 2

“You may not believe it now, but you'll be happy again.” “And even if I am? I’ll be happy until everything I love is taken away from me again!Until I’m miserable again! And what then? You said it yourself, this is my curse. My real curse. I can’t go through that pain again…”  “I know. It’s corrosive, and it will hurt every time. Eventually, you’ll learn that even a mere second of being loved and loving in return is worth the inevitable loss of it. You just have to have faith, my child, and you’ll find your destiny. Just a little faith.” She patted his shoulder twice before stepping back with a small smile on her face. “I have faith in myself. I'm the only one I can rely on. And I'm done with your charades.” Without waiting for a reply, he returned to his path.

Tease from chapter 6

“But what do you gain from this?” She asks.  “You see, I’m quite bored. I’m always here, alone, with nothing to do. This is an opportunity for me to get out of this place. Know the city better. And you can finally enjoy my precious company, darling.” “I’m sure you don’t lack invitations to balls or other kinds of reunions with the most important people of our perfect society.” She teases him. “You’re right. But this way, I get to annoy you. And I like that. It’s fun.” Astarion chuckles.

Promise from chapter 8 - Hope

“Because I didn't want him to insinuate things while you were in my presence. With me, you'll be respected.” A serious expression took place on his face. He was not playing around this time. “I promise.”   ‘I promise’ what a heavy meaning those two little words carry, and somehow every time someone promised her something it was just that—hollow, empty words. Would she believe him? Like she believed in Baelen?  “It’s because of him isn’t it?” Astarion disturbed her thoughts. “Who?”  “Baelen. It’s because of him that you allow people to treat you like that, isn’t it? He made you believe that you are worthy of such a despicable treatment, didn’t he?” He confronted her. His words, hitting her like blows, telling her truths she hadn’t even dared to admit to herself. How was he able to see so much knowing so little about her? 

Soft from chapter 9 - A raven's feather

Suddenly, Raven confronted him again, closing her body to his, and to his surprise she cupped his face with one hand, brushing his brow gently. Her touch… making his legs going numb, his heart craving for her warmth, his mind screaming for the smell of the water lilies. “You can’t trust me.” She sobbed, tears running down her soft white skin. “I’m no good for you. I’m trapped in a cage, and unlike you I’ll never be free. Baelen has me. I belong to him. Forever.” “Let me help you.” He begged, feeling her escaping between his fingers. “You can’t. Everything I did, everything I know… He will never let me escape.” She paused, smiling sadly. “Don’t tell me anything about your past. Never.” She swallowed a sob, fighting to tell him everything she needs to tell. “I feel your past hovering over you. I feel that, like me, you carry a great shadow over your shoulders. But I can’t know. Or otherwise he will know. And he will destroy you, like he did to so many others before. So… please… don’t tell me anything.” She paused, inhaling deeply. “If you ever thought you could trust me, it’s a lie. You can’t.” Her voice, sounding trapped in her throat.

Skin from chapter 10 - Silence

He stayed quiet for a while longer, watching the snow fall, savoring the calmness that this simple nature’s act offers. The soft snowflakes kept falling, uninterrupted but slowly. He could see them fluttering in the air, he could feel them landing on his skin, but the only thing he heard was silence. The pure bliss of silence.  Inhaling deeply, he felt the cold air invading his lungs. He never thought the day would come when he would say he liked winter. But he was wrong. Now, he couldn't wait for winter to begin. Raven was the winter in his life. He knew it.  She was the strong, cold wind that blew his thoughts away. She was the rain that washed his pain. She was the fragile snowflake who left him in wonder while he admired all of her beauty, all of her complex shape and form. She was the silence he didn’t know he needed. The silence to heal his wounds. The silence to calm his restless heart. 

Hunger from chapter 11

His stomach churned, hungry for her. His fangs were calling for her skin, his lips parted, and that uncontrollable hunger was taking possession of his body, but he couldn't let it. Abruptly, he swayed back from her, away from her skin. He stood straight in his seat gulping the wine that was left in his glass, and Raven glared back at him, her eyes blown with desire, her eyelashes blinking slowly, her scent stronger than ever. All of her body was calling for him, and he was trying his best to keep the beast inside him controlled. I need to tell her… soon. To distress him a little more, Raven tilted her head slightly to the side, showing him her glorious neck with its pulsing veins mocking him.  Please darling… don't do that. 

Eyes from chapter 12

“She’s fine. I need to get her out of here. Too many people watching. The only thing she needs right now is quietness. Help me raise her. I need to fetch your father to tend her wound.” The elf requested. “Her wound?” Thalion widened his eyes in horror. “Yes, she cut herself. She’s bleeding.” “Blood…” He gasped, and Raven saw the color of Thalion’s face change, fixating his gaze in her hand painted in dark red. Suddenly, he snapped from that hypnotic state, and jumped, running away from them. “Thalion!” His mother screamed, but he didn’t turn, he just kept running. “What’s wrong with him? Ugh… Come, Raven. Let's treat that wound. I don’t want you anywhere near those glasses again, do you hear me?”  Raven did hear her, but she heard her very far away, like if she wasn’t in the same room, because her mind wasn’t really there. Her mind was screaming for him. Astarion. The only person she needed, and the only person who wasn’t there. 

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