#and I hope matteo is okay

[south-of-heaven]

When will the world let Nikki live in peace?

[muirneach]

you know things are bleak in tennis when i start cheering for korda

[aparedes]

— characters: angelia & matteo — setting: morales' body shop & co. — tagging: @matteomorales

Even after all these years, some quarter century after immigrating to the United States, Angelia's mother still had no confidence in driving here. Wilmington was nowhere near as bad as some of the places she'd traveled either. Yet, nine times out of ten, whenever Sonia got behind the wheel something happened.

This time it was a fender bender. Just a bump at a stoplight. From the pictures the voice actress had seen of the incident, the damage was minor. Cosmetic, mostly. Just a dent in a bumper.

When Angelia had gotten out of her car she paused and sighed as her dark eyes panned around for the familiar tall, dark, and handsome owner. Maybe she needed to think about other means of transportation for her mother?

Or maybe she just needed to be more available to assist her when needed.

It wasn't even that Sonia was too old— her reflexes were fine. She could see well, too. The woman just way too much anxiety and got frazzled too easily.

"Your favorite frequent flyer is here," the artist chimed in a sing-song tone. "I was in the area so I figured we could do the estimate face to face. Gotta make sure you're not trying to scam the pretty, dumb brunette," Angelia teased. "You'll have to look me in the eyes to do it, Matty."

[kaciebello]

Hello Bella! How are you? ^.^

I’ve read the prompt requested: “I’m just wondering why we can talk for hours online when you ignore me in real life”

And it was simply the best.

Would you consider /writing/ them talking irl at last?

If not no problem, thank you for reading this message <3

" I’m just wondering why we can talk for hours online when you ignore me in real life "

Slytherin boys genre: humour warning: I don't think so note: sorry for any typos, hope you enjoy it! Masterlist Social media masterlist ☀ Prompt list ☾

Matteo Riddle

Matteo was about to turn the corner when he noticed a familiar face. He stopped in his tracks and weighed his options. And like on a daily basis, he decided to be a menace. Taking a few steps before sitting down. The person next to him was reading a book, paying absolutely no mind to whoever just sat next to them. Hadn't he known her, he would have thought she was ignoring him. 

“Have you ever thought about how weird it is?” His voice made him jump a bit and look at him. Confusion is visibly clear on her face.

“What is?” She asks, his voice small, as if she wanted no one to hear them. Matteo could care less about that.

“How can we talk for hours online? Yet, when you see me face to face, you usually run away.” He says, looking into her eyes now. She's just able to nod and turn her gaze from his. Before he was able to complain again she turned back to him.

“You make me feel like I wanna punch you with a chair.” She says. Matteo just laughs, but when he notices she isn't laughing with him, his face visibly drops. Nodding in acknowledgement he gave it a thought.

“So like a cute aggression?”

“What? NO!”

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Theodore Nott

He has been holding her hand for like an hour now and she has yet to mumble a single word. He'd been talking her ear off and his hand was starting to get sweaty, but he knew if he let go she would just be bold and it would take him half a day to catch her.

“You know, I talk to you every day.” He says not even looking at her. She has been stuck watching their hands and this has been the first time since she looked at him.

“We talk online every day, but when I try it in person…” He knows he does not have to finish. She is very well aware of her escapee tendencies.

“I’m sorry, you just make me nervous so much that my flight or fight kicks in. And it's usually flight.” She says his fingers not playing with his, her gaze stuck on their hands again. Theo nods again.

“You know I have something that might help.” He says and turns to dig out something out of his bad. Turning around he sees an empty spot next to him and a girl in the distance absolutely bolting it. He just sighs, he hasn't realised he let go of her hand.

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Draco Malfoy

Draco was quick on his feet. He had seen her turn the corner and he was not going to let that slide. He just sa Potter absolutely eat shit while walking down the stairs and he needed to share it now. Yeah, he could text her, but she's not that fast, he can catch up with her. Turning the corner himself he crashes into somebody. There she stood rubbing her forehead.

“Jesus, can you stop following me? You’ve been on my tail for 3 minutes now.”

“Stop running away then, the fuck.” Draco argues back. She just shakes her head and starts walking again.  Draco doesn't wait and follows.

“You're just weird. Always rushing. Able to talk to me for hours online, but not even a peep in real life. I can't even tell you what is saw without losing my breath.” The girl stops and Draco crashes into her back again. She huffs and turns around.

“What do you have.”

“Okay, so Potter…”

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Blaise Zabini

Blaise knows what he looks like. His friends know what he looks like. Hell, even people that don’t know him know what he looks like. He made sure of it. So he was sitting down holding the girl's face. Making sure her eyes were on him as if he was trying to burn his face into her mind.

“I'm surprised you can recognize me,” Blaise said, letting go of her when she sweated his arms away. 

“I know plenty of what you look like. You send me enough pictures.” She huffs back at him.

“Yes, yes, that I do. Because somehow we always talk online, and never in real life.” He argues back. The girl just nods. Silence falls on them. He knew she was eating him but he didn't say anything.

“Ya know, I may see your face all the time but I can't hear your voice in pictures.” With that Blaise takes the deepest breath and lets out the longest rant of his life.

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Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo has told all his friends to meet him for lunch. By all friends, he meant all. So that's why he told the girl to show up 5 minutes early. That way, he could trap her and hot let her go. Now this may seem cruel, but if he didn't do this, he knew the girl would turn around the moment she could see his friends.

So now, he was sitting down, The boys were talking amongst themself. No one was really paying attention to them. His arm was on her thigh, keeping her from jumping up and running away. He leans closer to whisper in her ear.

“You know, you talk a lot online, but in real life, you are rather quiet,” he says and pulls away. She just shakes her head before leaning and whispering back.

“I am just quiet with a lot of people around.” Lorenzo raises his eyebrow and nods again. Slowly he grabs her hand and seemingly sneaks out of the room. He was not gonna miss the opportunity to talk to his favourite person.

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[rose24207]

Mafia!Lando is at one of his clubs and finds Reader dancing with one of his men and he gets jealous. (Reader is only dancing with Lando’s man because she wanted to dance, but figured it might not be super smart to dance alone).

You belong to me

Summary: Lando becomes possessive and jealous when he finds you dancing with one of his men at his club, and demands your attention for himself.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, fluff, angst (if you squint), jealousy

TW: Mafia

A/N: Thank you for the request! I love your ideas! I hope you like it! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Lando was used to the noise of his club. The music pulsed through the floors, a steady thrum that seemed to vibrate in the very air around him.

The laughter, the chatter, the clinking of glasses—it was all part of the carefully orchestrated chaos that he ruled over. A night at his club was always an experience. But tonight? Tonight was different.

He wasn’t sure why, but something felt off. Maybe it was the way his favorite booth felt a little too empty, or how the usual flow of conversation felt muted as he made his way through the crowd.

Whatever it was, his attention kept drifting back to the dance floor. The crowd was thick, and bodies swirled in time with the beat of the music, but it was one thing in particular that had caught his eye.

You.

Dressed in a tight black dress that shimmered under the lights, your hair pulled back loosely with a few strands falling rebelliously around your face, you were the center of his focus, even in the midst of a hundred other people.

He watched as you danced, carefree, with one of his men—Matteo, to be precise. A guy who had always been loyal to him, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to play the game.

You weren’t looking at Matteo in any way that suggested anything romantic or flirtatious.

But Lando didn’t care.

You were dancing with his man, and that was enough to ignite a slow burn in his chest that made his jaw tighten.

You were supposed to be with him.

Lando didn’t even have to think about it. The second he saw you, a pang of possessiveness hit him so hard it was almost physical.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had brought you to this point—dancing with Matteo. Was it because you wanted to dance? Or was it because you felt uncomfortable, unsure of what else to do? He could see the way you tried to avoid locking eyes with him as you moved in time with the music.

But it didn’t matter.

He was done waiting.

Pushing through the crowd with that signature effortless grace, Lando approached the dance floor. His eyes never left you as he cut through the bodies, his footsteps deliberate, each one louder than the last as he made his way toward you.

He could feel his heart beat a little harder, his patience wearing thin. By the time he was near enough to reach you, Matteo had his hand on your waist, guiding you through the steps of the dance, his body too close to yours for Lando's liking.

Your smile was soft, casual.

But when you noticed Lando standing there, watching, your expression flickered for just a moment, like you’d realized you’d been caught doing something you knew would get a reaction.

It wasn’t that you’d been doing anything inappropriate, far from it. You simply wanted to dance, and it seemed harmless to get on the floor with Matteo when Lando wasn’t around.

But then, you had felt the pull—the magnetic energy that came with knowing Lando was in the room—and there he was, standing just a few feet away.

Matteo noticed Lando at the same time you did. He shot a glance over at him and immediately dropped his hand from your waist, stepping back a little.

It was an instinct, something they all understood in this world.

No one danced with Lando’s woman without his permission.

And if they did? Well, it didn’t always end well.

"Everything okay here?" Lando’s voice was low, smooth, but the underlying edge of jealousy was unmistakable.

He didn’t even try to mask it, not this time. He was pissed off, and it was clear in the way his eyes narrowed at Matteo, then shifted to you.

You could feel the tension rolling off him, so thick it was almost suffocating. The air around you seemed to crackle with his anger, but you weren’t sure if it was directed at Matteo for being too forward, or at you for even allowing it to happen.

“I was just dancing,” you said, your tone light but your lips curling in a small, nervous smile. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“A big deal?” Lando repeated, his voice dropping an octave lower, now fully focused on you. He wasn’t angry—no, this was something more primal. Something possessive.

His eyes flicked to Matteo, who took a cautious step back. “I’m not sure you understand who you’re dancing with, love.”

You could feel the heat of his gaze, like fire tracing over your skin. The fun of the dance had evaporated as quickly as it had come, and now all you could think about was how Lando’s presence made you feel small.

You’d known better, you knew you had, but somehow you'd let the moment get away from you.

“I just wanted to dance, Lando,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “You weren’t here, and I didn’t want to just stand there like a wallflower.”

Matteo cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable now, as if he wasn’t sure what the appropriate exit strategy was. He glanced nervously between the two of you. “I’ll just—uh, I’ll just leave you two alone.” He was gone before Lando could give him a chance to finish his sentence.

Lando didn’t even acknowledge Matteo’s hasty retreat. His eyes were on you, and now that he was this close, he could smell the faint scent of your perfume, a mix of vanilla and jasmine that always drove him mad.

He stepped forward, closing the space between you two until there was barely a breath between your bodies.

You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the flutter in your chest at his proximity. “Lando—”

He cut you off before you could say another word. “You know, I’ve been really patient with you tonight.” His tone was playful, but his eyes were dark, intense. “But I think you’ve forgotten something very important. You belong to me. Not with my men. Not with anyone else.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the words caught in your throat. You knew what he meant. It wasn’t about you having fun, or dancing, or wanting to enjoy yourself.

It was about him—about the fact that he was your world, and no one else could take up that space.

Before you could say anything, Lando leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Next time you want to dance, you ask me. Got it?”

A shiver ran down your spine as his words settled in. You nodded quietly, your body reacting to his tone, to the way he took command of the moment without saying another word.

When you looked up at him, Lando’s gaze softened just the slightest, his anger dissipating like smoke.

But the possessiveness?

That stayed.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low, but with a certain fondness. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of you being out of his reach.

“Now, let’s get off this dance floor. I think I’ve got better things in mind for us.”

And with that, he led you through the crowd, the jealousy in his eyes already fading, replaced by something much more dangerous:

desire.

Thank you for reading!

P2 where it’s spicy? Idk never written that before so…?

[slytheringangstuff]

𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝓉 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟣.𝟣𝓀

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝓃𝑜𝓃𝑒

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎/𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝑜 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒.

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹! ��𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 <𝟥

“You’re an idiot, you know.” y/n sighed, her back turned to Theo, as she searched for the first aid kit that she used far too much. Theo leaned on the bathroom door frame, arms crossed, and smiled softly at y/n. No matter how mad she was with him, she always made sure he was okay, which was more often than not recently. 

“You know, it’s not that bad, Tesoro.” He smirked as she paused, taking out the kit. It’s just a scratch, but I appreciate the concern.” At this, she turned around so fast she could have gotten whiplash, he thought, his expression changing to a more startled one. 

“You are not fine!” y/n snaps. Her voice was full of anger, yet her eyes showed the hurt and concern she felt. “Theo, this is the third time this week I’ve had to patch you up!” She scolded in disbelief. “It’s Thursday! Matteo has been in fewer fights this month than you have this week! Matteo! How is he more controlled than you!? HOW?! I mean, you won’t even tell me why! I don’t get it Theo!” He opened his mouth to speak, but Theo couldn’t think of anything to say; all he could do was stand there and listen, wincing whilst trying to ignore the throbbing in his head.

Noticing this, y/n sighed, calming herself enough to focus on fixing his injuries. There weren’t many, but she knew him well enough to know that he was in pain. 

“Come here.”

Walking towards her, he gives her an apologetic look before lifting her up onto the counter, the start of a routine that was almost second nature to them both by now. He stood between her legs, hands resting on her thighs, rubbing soothing shapes in hopes of helping her relax. Carefully, y/n lifted her hand to his chin so she could begin to inspect the damage fully. Slight cuts and bruising to his nose, cheek, and lip, and the worst being on his forehead; whoever he fought must have had rings, she thought. Taking a closer look at his nose told her he had once again broken it for the fourth time that month, but to her relief, it was easily fixable. Seeing this, Theo smiled, only to immediately wince, closing his eyes. The burning sensation was a painful reminder of his split lip. 

Frowning, she reached for her wand and pointed it at his nose. “Episkey.”

Gasping, he jolted back, his hand moving to his nose. Hissing in pain, he shot y/n a look that can only be described as betrayal while she giggled. “What happened to a warning?” he asked, still holding his now-fixed nose. "What happened to ‘no more fights’?”

“You know I don’t go looking to fight someone. I have my reasons.” Opening an alcohol wipe, she sighed. "With the amount of times I’ve patched you up this week, it wouldn’t surprise me if you were walking around with a ‘fight me’ sign on.” She smiled lightly as he chuckled. “This’ll sting,” she warned. “But you know that by now.”

Theo groaned, teeth clenching, as Y/N cleaned his cuts, paying close attention to the one on his forehead. She giggled quietly as she placed four butterfly stitches on the cut to help it close and heal. “What’s so funny?” he questioned, wondering what had lightened her mood.

“You’re lucky the cut isn’t deep; otherwise, you’d look like Harry Potter 2.0.” She teased. Hearing this, he gasped, hand flying to his chest so dramatically it rivalled Draco’s reactions. “How dare you say such cruel things!” Trying to cry, he ‘sobs’ out, “To say I look like that prick is to say I have been so horribly disfigured; you may as well end me now!” Trying to control her laughter, y/n chokes out. “You-you are-“ Theo interrupted, “Beautiful, a genius, immensely talented-“ She stopped him. “An idiot!” Seeing him pout, she continued. “But… you’re my idiot, and I wouldn’t trade you with anyone in the world.” 

“Liar.” y/n leans back, offended. “How exactly am I a liar? Who on earth would I replace you with?”

“I’ll give you one name.” She gestures for him to continue. “Tom Hiddleston.” She smiles wide, her head tilting back with laughter before wheezing out. “Okay! But… you’ve said the same to me about Ryan Reynolds!” Laughing with her, he yields. “Fine, but can you blame me?” “No, but you can’t blame me either.” Theo holds his hands up in surrender. “No, I cannot.”

Theo’s eyes soften as she finishes cleaning him up.

“It was about you.” Confused, y/n looked into his eyes. “What was about me?” He takes a breath, looking away, before answering.

“The fights. You'd be sick if you heard half of the things those boys said about you.” Looking into her eyes, he continues. “Pansy and Draco told me last week they were bothering you, and I’ve been keeping an eye on them since. I can’t and I won’t let them show such disrespect towards you amore, simply because they will never be able to have you.” Anxiously he waits for y/n to respond, her face a mixture of emotions that even he struggled to read. 

Her eyes glistened with tears as she tried to speak through the lump in her throat. “I understand why you did it, and I’m… I don’t know.” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “It feels good to-to know that you’ll stand up for me even when I’m not there. And I’m so grateful for that, but I don’t want you to keep getting hurt because of me. I love you so much; I hate seeing you in pain, Theo. I can handle it. I promise.”

Pulling her to his chest, Theo presses a kiss to her head. “I knew you'd feel guilty, so I didn’t want you to know. You do understand that I’d take a thousand wounds if it meant keeping you safe or defending you, right?" He holds her closer to him, if possible. Not waiting for an answer, he continues. “When you love something, you protect it. And I love you more than anything in this world. You’re the reason I get out of bed amore mio.”They hold each other for what feels like years before Theo speaks. “You said you love me… for the first time.” He feels her smile on his chest before she pulls away enough to meet his eyes. “So did you.”

[begsfor]

“    i'm     not     expecting     anything     ,     it's     not     about     what     i     want     to     hear     but     about     how     you     actually     feel     ,    ”     she     counters     ,     trying     not     to     get     shaken     by     those     three     words     ,     but     her     heart     betrays     her     when     it     skips     a     beat     and     bambi     eyes     stare     at     him     .     “    you     do     ?     i     mean     ,     do     you     really     love     me     or     are     you     just     saying     what     you     think     i     want     to     hear     ?    ”

"  what  are  you  expecting  me  to  say  ?  "  rests  his  elbows  on  the  bar  top  ,  staring  across  at  her  as  conviction  lines  his  features  .  "  that  i'm  in  love  with  you  ?  those  are  the  last  words  you'd  want  to  hear  from  me  ,  trust  me  .  "

[chrisevansonly]

Oooh, what about a holiday just for Charles and Matteo, toddler and father spending time together during a week of holiday just wuth them two? 💖

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐮)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s tradition for charles and matteo to hit the slopes every christmas eve, and you didn’t mind letting your boys have their fun

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, very fluffy sweetness

𝐚/𝐧: merry christmas eve!! here’s a little karter blurb for christmas eve!! i love this family so much, and i hope you enjoy🤍

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Your boys were all packed and ready to make the drive to the airport in Nice, the two of them off to ski and snowboard in France for the day. It had been a Christmas Eve tradition for the two of them, while you had Charlotte over to bake and cook with you.

Christmas eve dinner was always at your home, and Christmas day was at Pascale’s in order to split the holiday duties! Matteo was excited to go skiing with his father, well he preferred to snowboard.

“Okay my loves, be safe and have fun!” you said kissing Charles gently and handing him some snacks for the airplane, turning to kiss Matteo’s forehead

“Matteo, n’oubliez pas d’écouter papa, d’accord?” (matteo, don’t forget to listen to daddy)

He nodded

“Oui Maman!! Je t’aime!!” (yes mom, i love you)

Smiling you walked them to the door

“I love you too baby, i’ll see you tonight”

Charles nods, grabbing the last of their things

“See you tonight amour, I love you”

Once the two of them were out the door you pulled your phone out and called Charlotte, the baking and cooking fiasco about to commence.

-

Charles and Matteo arrived arrived to the ski hill around mid morning, the two of them excited to hit the slopes and get out into the sun.

“Papa can we do that hill first?” Matteo said excitedly, pointing to the red circle hill to the left

“You want to start with a harder hill petit prince?”

Matteo nodded

“Oui Papa!!” (yes daddy)

Who was Charles to say no to his little boy who was so eager to get to snowboarding, up they went, Matteo giggling the entire chairlift up, happy to be back in the snow.

Once they got to the top of the mountain Charles noticed his son stop, his hands wringing together in his mitts, eyes a little wide, he could see his anxiety from a mile away so he was quick to sit next to him, ski’s at his side

“Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas, bébé?” His voice soft as he softly pinched Matteo’s cheek, causing the little boy to smile and scrunch his face (what’s wrong baby?)

“C’est plus effrayant que je ne le pensais papa…” he responded, looking at his father (it’s scarier than i thought daddy..)

“Hmm well do you want to try it anyway or do you want to go down to the blue hill?”

Matteo stayed quiet, really wanting to be brave and show his father he could do it, he was tired of only snowboarding down the blue hills

“I want to try it papa”

Charles couldn’t help but feel proud of Matteo for wanting to try it despite the slight anxiety he’d been feeling once they arrived at the top of the mountain

“Okay then, remember how to slow down, and if you need to stop you stop if you need too, I promise i’ll go down with you the whole way”

Matteo nodded before getting up and taking off down the hill, moving at his own pace as he took on the harder hill, navigating around bumps and tree’s. Charles not far behind him, keeping an eye on the little boy to make sure he was okay.

They’d only stopped one time on the hill before making it to the bottom, Matteo squealing happily

“Je l’ai fait papa!!! Tu m’as vu?!” (i did it daddy! did you see me?!)

Charles laughed nodding his head as Matteo waddled over still attached to his snowboard to hug his legs

“Tu as réussi petit prince! Je suis si fière de toi” (You did little prince, i’m so proud of you!)

Matteo smiled hugging Charles’s legs a little tighter, happy at the praise he was receiving

“Can we go again?” came his voice, muffled from his fathers sweatpants

“Of course we can Teo…let’s go”

Charles loved these little traditions with Matteo, getting able to take him skiing and letting him experience fun holiday activities like this is something he was so grateful for. Matteo loved these just as much, and the two of them knew as soon as they’d arrive home, the family would be waiting and they could finally have some of your famous gingerbread cookies, the best way to end the Christmas Eve ski day.

No two people were bigger gingerbread fans than your boys, and you can never skip out on a cookie after hitting the slopes all day…

[slytherinsrule89]

Mattheo x stripper reader please🫠

It's going to be really hot when Matteo hires you to dance for him, and he ends up falling in love with you 😏

Okay I was actually so excited when I saw this one because damnnn. I just love it. Here you go lovely 🥰

Smut ahead ⚠️ Beaware

Mattheo had been coming to the same strip club for a while now. He enjoyed the music, decoration, and the drinks as well.

But his favourite thing about the place was you. You were of course a stripper there, the absolute best in his mind.

The way your body moved kept him in a trance that he didn’t even want to get out of.

He knew your schedule inside and out just so that whenever he came he could see your beautiful body swaying and grinding to the beat.

You enjoyed every bit of his company too. Mattheo was respectful, paid well, and boy was he good looking.

You were used to most older guys coming in and making comments, you knew that came with the job.

But it was certainly refreshing to see someone like him walk in just to see you.

Today was just like any other shift, it was a Friday night and quite busy but you were getting tired for sure.

Sitting in one of the break rooms having a drink of water your manager comes in telling you someone hired you to dance in one of the private rooms.

You sighed as your break was cut off but got up anyway and checked your makeup heading to the room.

A fake smile made its way on your face hoping that you’d get better tips because of it, and most times you were right.

When you open the door of the nearest private room, your insides boil with excitement seeing who it was who hired you.

“Hello Mr. Riddle.” You spoke seductively with that knowing smirk stretched across your face.

“Good evening gorgeous, here to give me a show?” He was cheeky and he knew it, but it was something you grew to enjoy.

The smirk stayed on your face as the music played and you walked up to the pole gliding your hands on it.

He sat watchfully on the chair in front of you. Drink in hand, his eyes never leaving his prey.

It wasn’t long before he beckoned you over to stand in front of you. And just as he was about to hold your hips you stopped him.

“You remember the rules don’t you? That costs extra.” The cockiness in your voice made him chuckle before he nodded to the corner of the room.

You curiously looked over before your eyes widened at the bag full of way more money than you’ve ever seen in your lifetime. And that says a lot.

Before you could say anything he pulled you forward, onto his lap. “That’s all yours princess, just as long you promise to give me your best.”

You have never agreed to anything as fast as you just did.

It wasn’t long before you were dancing on his lap, just like he asked, giving it your best. I held back small noises as you began to feel him grow underneath you.

“Such a pretty girl you are huh? Always flaunting that body of yours around, wish I could just keep it all to myself.”

He had been saying those types of things all night. You were surprised that he didn’t feel how sopping wet he made you just by his words.

Mattheo’s hands trailed their way down your waist before gripping your hips, stopping all your movements. Your tits were practically in his face, the lingerie set you were wearing not covering much.

“You're gonna be a good girl and ride me sweetheart? Bet you're so wet for me already aren’t you?”

Your knees would’ve buckled if you weren’t already sitting down on his lap, but you nodded quickly wanting nothing more at the moment.

“I need the words princess.” “Please let me ride you.”

Satisfied at your answer he tapped your hip signaling you to stand up for a moment. As you did his fingers came down to his belt, smoothly unbuckling it and slipping it off.

“Do the rest for me, will you, princess?” You walked over unzipping his pants almost drooling at the outline of his cock.

He raised his hips allowing you to pull down both his pants and boxers. You knew he’d be big but damn. That was a lot more than you’d expected.

Mattheo noticed your reaction and chuckled. “You think you can handle me? Gonna ruin that pretty cunt aren’t I?” He took my jaw in hand as he spoke with that pantie dropping smirk on his face.

Before you knew it he had picked you up, placing you right back on his lap and moving the lace at your core to the side.

His tip teasing your folds and clit, having to beg for him to put it in.

“Matty please, I wan-“ You were cut off by Mattheo shoving every inch into you without warning. A loud moan ripping from the bottom of your throat as he did so.

“Come on pretty slut, ride my cock like the hood girl you are.”

Doing as you’re told you lifted yourself up before slowly pushing back down, your head tipping back.

Soon you had a quick rhythm going that had you and a moaning and whimpering mess in his lap. Your eyes rolled back at the sound of a deep groan that left him.

“Good girl, just like that. You can go faster right?” Wanting to please him you did exactly that and started bouncing faster on him.

It started becoming a bit uneven as you chased your high, getting desperate for more.

“Mmm good good, come on princess cum on my cock, come on give it to me.”

His words sent you over the edge, moaning out his name as your pussy clenched around him.

Mattheo pulled out, stroking his cock a few times before his cum spurted all over your stomach and tits.

“Good girl, so pretty aren’t you? Just covered in all my cum. You’re mine. All mine.” Your brain to fucked out to answer nodded right away agreeing to probably anything he’d ask.

Hope you enjoy :)

[t-m-o-axel]

Okay, I thought I'd do a couple of character sketches before I died from work (save me…)

Lizzie by @feathermushroom

little cutie pie by @coquettesophia

Angel by @fizzypopsoda-comics

Matteo (papa) by @double--hh , muah

Marissa by @shykittensoul

Zoey by @hellosweetart

Angelica by @lolalolitaloo , muah

and another cutie pie by @joydoesathing

then there will be another selection, if the work today does not completely finish me off (and I hope to finally respond to the messages that were sent to me last year….)

[silvrmoon]

the brunette's words bring a smile to matteo's lips, the prospect of spending the evening in front of the television watching his team play with a delicious burger he'd ordered from the diner downtown was enough to make him forget that he'd spent most of his day shopping with the other. " sounds lovely," the male teases with a soft grin, " if you get bored you can always come to find me and i'll teach you a thing or two about hockey." handing her the bags back, the male nods in agreement before venturing towards the spacious living room. the rest of the evening is pretty uneventful, and after an astonishing loss from his team, the male is settled on the couch, defeated and half-asleep, dark hues fixated on the television screen when a scream cuts through the room, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling in response. " bow ? " his hand almost instantly moves to his holster as he stands up from his seat, long legs quietly making his way towards her bedroom.

her home was a vast condo that despite its size, bow had the audacity to consider modest. in fact, she had thrown a tantrum to her father when he had selected the space based on location rather than luxury. still, there was plenty of closet space, the one thing that she had demanded when she had listed the amenities of what she needed in a home that was just hers. she'd had far more space in the family estate. "no events tonight," she confirmed with a tap to her chin, as if considering whether or not she would let matteo off that easily. "mmm. yeah. sure. that's fine. you can do whatever you want tonight. i'll just be reorganizing my closet anyway." and she would do so while consuming a glass of wine. to bow, that was a perfect way to spend the night in, only grabbing the bags when they were outside of her room, giving him a wave and leaving him to his own devices.

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Finding Peace Pt.8: Safe (Spike x y/n)

Request: No. Part 8 of the Multi Fic.

Summary: Spike continues to search with y/n but the obstacles keep piling up. Will he have to make the ultimate sacrifice?

TW: None

Word Count: 1.7k

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*I apologize for taking so long. Big girl job got in the way. Enjoy!*

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"What would it take?" Spike's words kept ringing in your head. You laid in bed, disconnected and wondering. You knew what it would take, a soul. For him to have humanity, connection, love. All the things that a vampire was incapable of. You could never ask him for that. A price too heavy to pay. A journey too perilous to take. Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. You run to it hoping it’s Spike. Hoping he has come to his senses and he's ready to make amends. I mean, it's been a week now. 

You open the door to see Matteo. Matteo never knocks. 

Before you can ask he barges in, "I need to talk to you."

"Okay..."

"I've been thinking... about us. About this" he points between the two of you. "And it doesn't make sense to me anymore."

"I’m confused. What part doesn't make sense? Our agreement hasn't changed."

"You're right but... you can't tell me you haven’t felt things. Things that make you want more?" He looks at you, hopeful. 

Your eyes sadden, you close yourself off. "Matteo, our agreement hasn't changed. I already explained the circumstances. I can't give you more."

Angered, Matteo growled. "But you can give more to the vampire?"

You're taken aback by his reaction. You stand your ground. "Whatever I have with Spike is ours to deal with. You and I made a pact and if it no longer serves you, we can end it."

Matteo is angry, cornered. This is not how he wanted it to go. "Is there a chance? Any at all, between us?"

You walk closer to him, placing your hand to his cheek. You look him in the eyes stern but caring. "No."

He is defeated, heartbroken. Like a wounded animal he retreats from your touch. "I guess that's that, then."

Matteo walks out of your house, quiet and hurt. You stand there, alone and desolate. First Spike and now Matteo. Everyone has left you and you are in ruins once more. You close the door and pick up the pieces of your heart. 

Two weeks have passed and no Spike. You start to give up hope. You feel tempted to go to his crypt, find him and apologize, beg, reason, anything. But you stand broken and alone. This is how it must be. Cursed slayers don't get happy endings. You continued your pattern of getting up, hunting, sleeping and repeating. 

One morning you walk into your porch, enjoying the warmth. Sunny Sundays alleviate the pain. You never get letters because you have no one to care for you but you decide to check your mailbox for shits and giggles. A note is inside. When you open it one thing is scribbled on it. 

"Wait for me." 

No signature or return address, but your heart knew it came from Spike. Your breath gets caught in your throat; tears prickle your eyes. You don't know how long the notes has been there. You don't know how long you will wait, but waiting was your only hope. 

A month has passed and with every day you have grown tired and anxious. You feel like you're about to explode. You've been diligent in staying in your lane, being patient and waiting for him. But your skin itched, and your thoughts ran a mock. You decide to have a quick nap to calm your nerves, like you have done every day since Spike was gone. You hoped to find an escape in the dream world. 

A dimly lit room and the smell of wisteria appears. A soft whisper is heard in the distance. Laughter. Two people enamored and connected in bed. A sigh of pleasure. Your hands roam the man's body in desire. Your mouth trailed kisses from his neck to his chest. His body never slowing down, pinning you down. You felt free in his bondage, in his care. Your body submissive and pliant to his touch. Spike never slowed down as he thrust inside you, thirsty and focused. He mumbled sensual and dirty things into your ear, making you tighten around him. You craved more. You wanted him whole. As he surrendered his body, his essence into you, your body contracted and coiled in pleasure. You begged for release. He teased you, wanting to keep you like this, breedable and his. You felt the air leave your lungs as his thrusts became slower, longer as if teasing your release, coaxing it out. Grasping at his back, the sheets, the pillow, anything, you find your release. A fast crash that leads your body to convulse in pleasure. Spike rides out your climax giving you more to scream about. As you come down from your high you beg him to climax inside of you, to have the ultimate union of vulnerability. As he thrusts inside of you his speech becomes incoherent, a sign that he was close. He bites down with his regular teeth on your shoulder, brandishing you, making you his. His thrusts become sloppy and inconsistent until he climaxes groaning into your neck. You both lay there in the aftermath, holding hands. Proud of what you made. You turn to him, and he's gone. You're left naked and alone. You try to get up but can't. You twist and turn, twist and turn. 

You wake up with a gasp. You're sweating and aroused. These dreams were a reoccurrence for you. A pattern of torture. You decide you've had enough. You've been either on auto pilot with your routines or escaping in your sleep. You decide to find Spike. You don't know where he is, but you were going to start at his crypt. 

When you arrive at Spike's crypt you knock. No answer. You're confident that he's not in his crypt but you barge in anyway. Cobwebs everywhere, at least more than usual. You call out to him as you descend into his room. The bed is a mess, but it looks like no one has slept in it for a long time. You wander around, touching everything, reminiscing on his touch. You give up and come back up, a demon friend of Spike is sitting on the couch. He must have gotten in while you were lost in your nostalgia. 

He looks up, scared "Spike's gone. I already told you. I can't pay his debt." 

You calm him down and assure him you're not there to collect a debt. 

"Where is he?" You ask.

"He didn't say. He just said that he'd be back and to not get too comfortable." He looked downcast. 

You sigh and bid the demon goodbye. Spike was really gone. He wasn't avoiding you; he was just gone. You decide to get some hunting in before daylight.

Another month passes by and no Spike. Whatever he was up to, it was sure intense. 

Buffy asks you to accompany her to the basement of the school. 

"Something wiggy has been happening down there and I'd like some back up." She said. 

You assent and follow her to the school basement. Everything is quiet, too quiet. You both share a knowing look and get ready for a fight. Suddenly a muttering is heard. Low, incoherent. You both approach the sound and find a man slumped over, covered and small. 

"Spike!" You call to him. He doesn't move, still muttering to himself. 

You crouch down, hoping to get his attention. He looks up, eyes wild and unfocused. 

"Are you my executioner?" He whispered.

You furrow your brow, what an odd thing to say. "It's me y/n. Why are you down here?"

He is unable to answer coherently. His words are jumbled and nonsensical. You look at Buffy, asking for help. Together you both ease him up and help him stand straight. He pushes both of you away. 

"Cursed. Cursed. Cursed." He repeats to himself. 

"Um, yes. That's me. Can we get out of here? Take you somewhere less weird?"

He shakes his head. "This is where I belong." And he takes off deeper into the basement. Before you can run after him, Buffy holds you back. 

"Let him go. He's not part of tonight's fun." 

You sigh and nod and continue to search the basement for possible danger. After hours of searching nothing seemed out of place. You both retreat. 

"Sorry for bringing you down for nothing." Buffy says. 

"No worries. You had a hunch and we followed it." You respond. 

"Well, let's call it a night."

Buffy heads down her street and you walk down yours. As soon as Buffy was out of sight you bolted to the school focused on finding Spike. 

When you arrive at the basement you commence your hunt. It becomes rather difficult to find him but you follow the muttering. Like a low hum of consistent arguing. When you find him he is standing, facing a wall. You gently place your hand on his shoulder, and he reacts violently, holding you against the wall.

“Spike, it’s me.” You say calmly.

It takes spike a couple of minutes to register who he is talking to. “You shouldn’t have come for me.” He says coherently.

“I had to. This place is not your home.”

“Home is nowhere. It is unreachable. Home is with her.”

You contort your face in disgust. Of course he’s talking about Buffy again. It’s you that’s come for him but all he can think of is Buffy.

“Spike, come home with me. Let me care for you.” You reach out to him.

He stands there. Hesitant. He refuses to make eye contact, but he takes your outstretched hand. “Please.” He whispered.

You didn’t know what he was asking for but you knew that you couldn’t let him rot away in the school’s basement. You walked him home with you.

Spike was in a fog. Torture and pain in his heart. He knew what he must do but his words failed him. To touch you was to find respite. However, he couldn’t ask you for more. He didn’t know how. He was afraid you’d turn him down again. For today he chose to be rescued. For today he chose to go with you. Just for today, he chose to be safe.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Mr. Sandman

Dave Torres x Reader

Words: 2910

Summary: In an impossible situation, you remember the night before everything changed while you try to stay awake. 

Notes:Listen, the last one was a treat, but I had to do something angsty. You know me. I like pain too much. Enjoy! 

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If you could just rest your eyes for a second, you would be okay. You could lean your head back, close your eyes and-

“Y/N.”

A hand on your cheek snapped you out of your exhaustion. 

“Hey.” The voice was panicked. “Hey, open your eyes. Y/N, open your eyes.”

“I’m awake, Dave,” you sighed, feeling everything weighing on your limbs again. 

“Then look at me, baby, please.” 

You squinted, finding wide, worried eyes looking into yours. 

You snorted. “Good morning to you too.”

Dave leaned back, letting his hand fall to his side. 

“It isn’t funny.”

“We’re all going to die,” you shrugged. “Might as well laugh a little.”

“Don’t say that,” he snapped. His voice shook a little. “You’re going to be fine.”

You could tell he didn’t really believe it either by the way he wouldn’t look at you. It didn’t matter. He was trying. Which was certainly more than could be said for you. 

You leaned forward and kissed him. He was still a moment. Surprised. Then, his hand returned to your cheek, slipping back and around to cup the back of your head. 

Dave pulled back with a small smile, hand still holding your forehead against his. 

“What was that for?”

You kissed him again, this one short and sweet. “For trying.”

He pulled you into his arms and, for a while, he just held you. Neither of you said anything because there wasn’t anything to say. 

At least you were together, you thought. If last night had gone differently, if your stubbornness and his reluctance hadn’t gotten the better of you… 

Dave didn’t want to think about it. 

He didn’t want to think about you lying there, in the bed you shared, not moving. 

That would be his nightmare. 

-

“Maybe you should call in.” 

“I’m not going to call in.” 

“You look awful.”

“Gee, thanks.” 

“Dave,” you sighed, pulling him closer by his belt loops. “Stay. Get some rest.” Before he could argue, you pointed a finger at his chest. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staying up all hours. You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends.”

“Y/N, we talked about this-”

“Did we?” You put your hands on your hips. “Because we don’t talk about anything, Dave.” 

He grabbed his keys, brushing past you on the way to the door. “I don’t have time for this argument again.” 

“Fine.” You couldn’t hide the frustration in your voice. But you were tired of not being able to help him because he wouldn’t help himself. “I’ll see you when you get home.”

He should have just kept walking. He should have just left. 

Dave stopped at the door, turning back to you with an irritated glare. 

“You know,” he said, “you can’t keep trying to fix me just because you can’t fix yourself.”

Your mouth fell open, eyes filling with hurt. 

Dave’s face immediately morphed with regret, but the door shut behind him before he could take it back. 

-

They were prepping the plane. Matteo was somehow going to fly you all across the world to an island only Dave had ever heard of. A seventeen-hour flight. None of you had slept in over fifty hours. But yeah, nothing too crazy.

“Do you really think we can do this?” You asked. 

Dave was double-checking his pack and stopped to look up at you. Something in his expression faltered. A flicker of despair swiftly replaced by a desperate hope. 

“I told you.” He put his things aside to take your hand. “We’re going to be fine.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” You swung your arm up for a mock salute, but the motion made your tired legs buckle. Your feet skidded on the cement like ice sliding on a hot surface. It almost felt like they were giving up, like your body just couldn’t hold you anymore. 

Dave caught you. 

“Take it easy,” he said, lips at your ear and voice gently. “You’ll want to save your strength for our dance.”

You snorted, still holding onto him. “You hate dancing.”

“I hate it less when it’s with you.” He pulled you closer and started to sway. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls, Dream Man.” You moved with him, both of you drifting to music that only existed in your minds. 

“Dream Man?”

“You’re kinda a superhero now,” you teased. “I thought you should have a name.”

“So you pick ‘Dream Man’?” 

“Hey, don’t judge. It’s difficult enough to form words, let alone be as clever as I am.” You blew out a breath that was almost a laugh. “Most of the time, just talking feels hard.” 

“Then let’s not say anything for a while,” Dave said softly. 

You nodded. 

And you danced. 

-

You drove to the dull droning of the voice on the radio. You weren’t really listening, just staring out into the night through your cracked windshield. Streetlights blurred by. Tail lights glowed ahead of you. They looked more like the eyes of an animal than a car. No. Not an animal. A hellhound. It stayed just far enough ahead that you couldn’t see the vehicle. Just those awful red lights. 

You tried to remind yourself that the sun would be up soon. You had driven around like that for hours, but you still weren’t tired. You weren’t angry anymore, though. Your frustration with Dave faded to numbness along with the rest of your thoughts. 

The car ahead sped up, finally fading into the horizon, where the sun would soon appear. A chill went through you, and you froze. You turned up the radio. It played some synth-heavy 80s tune, but, for a second, you could have sworn you heard your name. 

You turned the car around. 

Maybe it was time to go home.

-

You’d never particularly liked flying. With how much you moved around as a kid, you should have been used to it but you could never shake the anxiety of seeing yourself plummeting down to earth. And now, you’d be flying with a pilot who was as deliriously sleep-deprived as you were. 

With every step up the stairs, you gripped Dave’s hand tighter. He rubbed circles into your palm with his thumb to help calm you, but you could see the nerves were getting to him too. 

“Hey,” you said with an attempt at a lighthearted tone. “What have we got to lose, right?” 

Dave brought your hand up to his lips, knowing he had everything to lose as long as he still had you. 

“Right.” 

Linda and Matteo were ready- or, at least, as ready as any of you could have been. Linda claimed her seat, muttering assurances to herself. 

You and Dave stopped at the cockpit. The two friends exchanged a long, worried glance. They embraced, both of them trying to seem more confident than they felt. When they parted, Dave went to the back with Linda and you put a hand on Matteo’s shoulder. 

“Don’t crash, yeah?” You said. 

He laughed, but not with his usual humor. “I won’t fall asleep if you don’t.”

“Deal.” You gave him a somewhat encouraging pat on the back and went to the back to join the others. You took the seat across from Dave.

His eyelids were heavy, fluttering open and closed. 

“Seventeen hours,” Linda said, snapping him out of it. She looked at both of you with a hard, determined stare. “We just have to make it seventeen more hours.”

Dave leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He ran a finger lightly back and forth across your legs. 

“Seventeen hours.” He repeated. 

You took a deep breath. “How hard can it be?”

“I swear to God, if you just jinxed us,” Linda said, “I’ll switch out your Modafalyst for sleeping pills.” 

The three of you laughed. 

Then it was quiet again. 

But it didn’t stay quiet. Not for you. 

A couple hours must have gone by because your muscles were stiff from sitting for so long. You stretched out your arms and legs, biting back a yawn. 

“How are you feeling?” Dave asked. 

“Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”

He smiled and turned his head toward the window. 

“So he’s got you into another mess, huh?”

The new voice made you jump. 

“And now, you’re all going to die.” There, in the seat across the aisle from you, was your sister. 

“Wila?”

She grinned with a maliciousness she always reserved just for you. 

“You never got to help me pick one out.” She stood, motioning to the long white dress. “So I thought now would be a good time.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Y/N?” Dave leaned toward you. “Baby, what is it?”

“There you go, Wila mocked. “You’ll do just about anything for attention, won’t you? Including, but not limited to, hallucinating your dead sister.”

“I never confirmed that you died.” 

“And you never went to mom and dad’s funeral, but you still know they’re dead, right?” 

“Stop it.” 

“Do you think Davey here will be like them?”

“I said stop.” You felt your breathing quicken, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Maybe this is all your fault.” Wila stepped forward, getting her face right up next to yours no matter how much you tried to pull away. “Just like mommy and daddy.” 

“Just go away!” You cried, covering your ears with your hands. “Leave me alone. Leave me alone!” You shut your eyes. 

“She’s hallucinating.” 

“We have to do something. Y/N! Y/N, stay with me!” 

“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N…” Wila chanted like some demented song. 

“Y/N, it’s okay.” Dave put a hand on your shoulder. 

You opened your eyes. 

Wila stood in front of you, her white dress turned red from the sticky blood oozing out of multiple wounds. 

“See you soon, little sister.” She lunged. Blood sprayed all over you. 

“Stop!” You sobbed. “No! Stop it! Leave me alone!” Your screams filled the cabin. You crawled up into your seat, desperate to get away. Cramming yourself against the window, you furiously swiped at your face and clothes to get the imaginary blood off of you. 

Hands held either side of your face. You tried to fight them, but they were strong. Stronger than your dead sister. 

“Y/N, baby, look at me,” Dave pleaded. “It isn’t real. Come on, look at me.”

Wila faded from your mind. 

You blinked and found Dave staring at you, dark and tired eyes wide with panic. He had your face cupped in his hands, trying to force you to see him and not whatever demon you were fighting. To see he was there. You were there. Nothing was going to hurt you. 

Dave watched you come back to yourself. Your lip started to tremble.

He sat beside you, gently pulling you into his lap, his embracing arms the only protection he could offer. 

“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I’m here. It’s okay.” He looked at Linda. “How much longer?”

She sighed, grim. “Ten hours.”

Still shaking, you rested your head against his chest as he rocked you in his arms, and screwed your eyes shut. 

-

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d run that fast or that far. His legs wanted to give out, his lungs screamed at him for a break, but Dave didn’t let up. He kept running. 

People were dead. A lot of people. 

And you weren’t answering your phone.

Dave felt the quiet of the street seeping into him like a harsh, burning mist. He couldn't help but draw back to a poem he had to read in school. He’d never gotten it before. 

This is the way the world ends. 

Not with a bag but a whimper. 

“Please be there,” Dave begged. “Please be awake. Please be alive.”

He kept going. 

What if that was the last thing he said to you? What if you went to sleep thinking you were broken- that he believed you were broken? No. That couldn’t be it. He needed another chance. 

Please let him have another chance. 

Dave could barely breathe by the time he climbed the stairs, taking them two at a time until he reached the apartment you shared. 

For a second, all he could do was stand there, heart breaking out of his chest. The terror turned his blood to ice. 

He opened the door. 

The apartment was entombed with the same horrible silence as outside. 

Dave felt tears of panic welling in his eyes. 

“Y/N?” He called out, his voice hoarse and breaking. 

Nothing.

He stepped forward. 

“Y/N?” He said again, a little louder. “Y/N, it’s me. Something happened. Something bad. Where are you?”

Only the silence greeted him. 

A sob caught in his throat.

“Baby?” 

Dave worked up enough courage to look into the bedroom, slowly leaning his head in as his eyes adjusted to the dark room. The curtains were open just enough for a sliver of light to fall on the bed. The empty bed. 

Dave flipped on the light switch, confusion now mixing with the myriad of other emotions. It added to his already overwhelming fear. 

What did this mean? Where were you? What if he never found you? What if you were out there, crashed in a ditch from exhaustion, or passed out at some bar, never to wake up? 

He tried calling you again. Your phone lit up, buzzing on the nightstand. A picture of the two of you- you kissing his cheek while he made a face at the camera- took over the screen.

“Goddamnit,” he said, heart rate spiking even more.  

Then there was a different sound. The phone stopped vibrating, but another kind of low rumble shook through him. Dave froze. 

It was a car. 

By the time you reached the apartment, you knew something had to be wrong. Where was the morning rush? The school buses? The obnoxious power-walking moms and their strollers? It was as though time around you had stopped and you were trapped outside of it. 

You parked in your usual spot and waited for something. Anything.

“What the fuck?” You said to yourself. 

You got out of the car. The slam of the door rattled in the eerie emptiness that surrounded you. 

“Y/N!” 

The door to your building burst open.

“Dave?”

His arms were around you before you even realized he was running. He shook around you, holding you tight to him like he was making sure you couldn’t disappear. 

“I thought I lost you,” he cried. “I’m sorry for what I said. I’m so sorry.” He pulled back only to crash his lips into yours in a desperate, relieved kiss. “I thought I lost you.”

“Dave.” You looked into the pure panic in his eyes, the terror in his trembling lips. “What’s going on?”

He took a breath. 

-

There was a chill. Not a bad chill, but enough for you to huddle closer to the man holding you. 

“It’s beautiful here,” Dave muttered, his lips against your ear. 

“I thought you would like it,” you sighed contently, listening to the sound of the waves. 

The cliffside you laid on was lush with green. Wildflowers popped up all around you in calm blues and royal purples. It was beautiful. Even more, it was peaceful. So peaceful…

“Here they come,” Dave said. 

You turned your head. 

A bright yellow car creept up the road towards you. 

You settled back into the arms around you. 

“I’m glad you’re meeting them.” 

“Me too.” 

“They’re going to love you, you know.”

“I hope so.”

The closer the car got, the more you could make out the song playing on the radio. 

“Mr. Sandman… bring me a dream.”

Your parents waved at you. 

You blinked. 

“Dave.” Looking around, you realized the silence wasn’t peaceful at all. It was suffocating. “Where are we?” 

The hold around you tightened. 

“Dave?”

“Oh, Y/N.” 

His voice changed. It was too deep. It was wrong. So wrong.

“I’m not Dave.”

-

Dave stared out of the window, still clutching you tight against his chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles up and down your back until you stopped trembling against him. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. He kissed your forehead. 

Your head tilted back.

“Y/N?”

He loosened his hold and you fell, limp in his arms. 

“Oh shit,” Linda said. She scrambled for her bag. 

“Y/N!” Dave shook your shoulders. 

Your eyes stayed closed, your chest still. 

“Linda, do something!” 

“I’m trying.” She plunged the adrenaline into your leg. 

No response. 

“Come on, baby. Come on.” He laid a hand on your cheek, tapping gently. “Please, baby.” 

Linda sat back, tears traveling solemnly down her face. “Dave, I…”

“Try again.”

“Dave-”

“Do it again!” His scream echoed through the small cabin just as yours had moments before. He pleaded, “Linda, please.”

It felt like every piece of him was breaking. He drew you to him, burying his face in your neck.

“Wake up,” he sobbed. “Y/N, wake up.”

Linda decided to give him a moment and went to the front of the plane to tell Matteo. She watched Dave, shaking her head, holding back cries of her own. Sorry wouldn’t be enough, so she didn’t say it.

Dave rocked back and forth on the floor of the aisle, his tears falling onto your never-opening eyes. He could only whisper, his energy spent, each word more shattered than the last. 

“Please wake up.” 

[divinesrival]

"  it's  not  really  my  thing  .  "  explains  with  a  shrug  ,  but  he  can't  help  but  notice  the  excitement  radiating  off  of  her  —  causing  him  to  entertain  an  idea  that  would  make  him  run  for  the  hills  any  other  time  .  "  but  we  can  give  it  a  shot  ,  for  book  inspiration  —  i  mean  .  "

" now i know you're lying if you say you've never been to a boardwalk carnival before . santa monica — you've never been ? "

[rose24207]

A lesson in Strength and Kindness

Summary: When Jacob stands up for a bullied classmate and gets in trouble, Lando and Y/N work together to ensure their son learns the value of both strength and kindness, teaching him that standing up for others can be just as important as following the rules.

Genre: Mafia!Dad!Lando, fluff

TW: Mafia

A/N: English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The luxurious black car purred quietly as it pulled into the long driveway of the Norris estate.

Jacob sat in the backseat, arms crossed and lips pressed into a pout. His usual cheerful demeanor was nowhere to be found, and the chauffeur, Matteo, glanced nervously at the rearview mirror.

"Master Jacob, we're almost home," Matteo said gently, hoping to lift the boy's spirits.

Jacob didn’t reply, staring out the window with a deep frown.

When they reached the grand front entrance, Matteo stepped out and opened the door for Jacob.

The boy climbed out, clutching his school bag tightly, and trudged up the steps. Matteo watched him with concern before heading inside to inform his employers.

Lando was in his study, going over business papers, when Matteo knocked and entered.

"Sir, Jacob seems upset. I thought you’d want to know."

Lando frowned and stood immediately. "Where is he?"

"He’s in the living room, sir," Matteo replied.

Lando found Jacob slumped on the couch, staring at the floor. His school bag was tossed haphazardly on the carpet.

"Jacob," Lando said softly, sitting beside him. "What’s going on, buddy?"

Jacob didn’t look up. "Nothing."

"Doesn’t look like ‘nothing’ to me," Lando said, ruffling his son’s hair. "Talk to me."

Before Jacob could reply, Y/N entered the room, her kind eyes immediately scanning her son’s face. "What’s wrong, sweetheart?"

Jacob hesitated, his small hands clutching his knees. "I got in trouble at school."

Y/N sat on his other side, concern etched across her face. "Trouble? Why? What happened?"

Jacob bit his lip, clearly reluctant to explain. Lando exchanged a glance with Y/N, who gave a small nod.

"Alright," Lando said. "We’ll call your teacher and get to the bottom of this. But first, tell us what happened, Jacob. We’re not mad, we just want to help."

Jacob finally met their eyes, tears brimming. "There’s this boy... Ethan. He was being mean to one of the younger kids at recess. He pushed him, so I told him to stop."

Y/N’s heart melted at her son’s protectiveness, but she stayed quiet, letting him finish.

"And then?" Lando prompted.

"And then Ethan said I should mind my own business. So I... I pushed him back," Jacob admitted, his voice trembling.

Y/N wrapped an arm around him. "Oh, Jacob."

"The teacher saw, and I got in trouble for pushing," Jacob said. "But I was just trying to help!"

Lando’s jaw tightened, his protective instincts kicking in. "Did you tell the teacher what Ethan was doing?"

Jacob nodded. "But she still said pushing wasn’t okay, no matter what."

Lando sighed, his hand running through his hair. "Alright. Your mum and I will talk to your teacher tomorrow. We’ll figure this out, okay?"

Jacob nodded, leaning into Y/N, who kissed the top of his head.

The next morning, Lando and Y/N arrived at Jacob’s school, escorted to the principal’s office by a nervous assistant. Though Lando’s reputation preceded him, Y/N’s calm and warm presence seemed to balance things out.

"Thank you for coming," Mrs. Bennett, Jacob’s teacher, said as they entered. She gestured for them to sit.

Lando’s expression was neutral, but his sharp gaze unsettled the teacher slightly. Y/N, as always, was the first to speak.

"Thank you for meeting with us," she said kindly. "Jacob told us what happened, and we wanted to better understand the situation."

Mrs. Bennett nodded. "Jacob is a good student, and he’s very kind to his classmates. But we have a strict policy against physical confrontation. Even if he was standing up for someone, pushing Ethan wasn’t the right way to handle it."

Lando’s jaw tensed, but he remained silent, letting Y/N lead.

"We completely understand," Y/N said, her voice gentle but firm. "And we’ve spoken to Jacob about how there are other ways to handle conflict. But we’re also concerned about Ethan’s behavior. Jacob said he was bullying another child."

Mrs. Bennett hesitated. "Ethan’s behavior has been noted before, and we are addressing it. However, Jacob’s actions still violated the rules."

Lando finally spoke, his voice calm but cold. "So, the bully gets a slap on the wrist, and the kid who stands up for someone else gets punished?"

Mrs. Bennett flinched slightly under his intense gaze. "That’s not what I’m saying, Mr. Norris."

"It’s what it sounds like," Lando said. "Jacob shouldn’t have pushed, sure. But it seems to me like he was doing the job your staff failed to do—protecting a vulnerable kid."

Y/N placed a hand on Lando’s arm, grounding him. "We’re not here to place blame," she said, her tone still soothing.

"We just want to make sure Jacob isn’t discouraged from standing up for what’s right. Perhaps there’s a way to teach him and Ethan a lesson without making Jacob feel like he’s in the wrong for helping someone."

Mrs. Bennett nodded slowly, visibly relaxing under Y/N’s kind demeanor. "You’re absolutely right. I’ll speak with both boys again and make sure Jacob understands that his intentions were good, even if his actions weren’t ideal."

"Thank you," Y/N said with a smile.

Later that evening, Jacob was back to his cheerful self, playing in the garden with Amelia. Lando watched from the patio, arms crossed as he leaned against the railing.

"You handled that well," he said, glancing at

Y/N.

"You mean we handled it well," she corrected, nudging him playfully.

Lando smirked. "I was ready to pull Jacob out of that school."

"I know," Y/N said, laughing softly. "But sometimes, a little kindness goes a long way."

Lando looked at her, his expression softening. "That’s why I’ve got you."

Y/N wrapped an arm around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder as they watched their children play. "Jacob’s a good boy," she said. "He gets that from you, you know."

Lando chuckled. "I think he gets that from you, actually."

As the sun set over the estate, the Norris family found peace in their little corner of the world—a balance of strength, kindness, and love.

Thank you for reading!

[slytheringangstuff]

𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔

*Draco dancing in “private”*

Draco: *gets into position*

Pansy: Oh lord!

Draco: *bevelles foot*

Theo: Look, he’s got his foot bevelled.

Matteo: Ohh.

Draco: *cocks head*

y/n: Oh the heads gone.

Draco: *flips hands like the queen he is*

Astoria: Oh god!

y/n: The torpedoes are out!

Pansy: Draco loves himself a drag queen dance.

Blaise: Oh lord, help us all.

Theo: Oh watch out.

y/n: Everybody, get out your mental scrub brush.

Enzo: Okay, here he goes.

Theo: I hope he didn’t do that for his date.

Blaise: Oh, the wrists are in limp.

Matteo: Gross.

y/n: Whatever that move is- 

Draco: *quick struts forwards*

y/n:

y/n: Ahhhhh!

Theo: Oh my god. I think he thinks he looks good doing that stuff.

Astoria: I don’t think that looks good.