#and that simplicity really drives home

[deathfavor]

@yeonban said: “  you don’t have to deal with this alone.  ” shalnark states, finally chancing on chrollo's spot after purposefully searching for him, well aware of the other's habits. the death of a leg always leaves a bitter taste in the spider's mouth, but the death of one of the original members cannot compare to what they've become used to over the years. the sixth leg steps closer then, glancing at the leader's face to assess the situation, and decides to sit down next to him. shalnark looks off into the distance instead of at the other however, allowing the head some privacy while offering his company and support through a hand gently raised to pat twice, then rest on chrollo's back. “  it’s okay if you need to cry. it’s just me. let it out.  ” (tbh this can go for uvo's or paku's death or even both, so it's up to u which they're talking about!)

The head can be elusive to find at the best of times when not summoning a meeting, but if Chrollo truly wished to disappear from the world or those who might seek him out, he would not be found. ( After all, his full abilities were a secret to all sans himself - not out of lack of trust but mainly lack of inquiry and its everchanging nature. ) He doesn't turn his gaze away from where he sits on the rooftop, overlooking the oncoming clouds with an inscrutable expression. The wind has begun to pick up, and Chrollo's appearance falls half between that of the phantom troupe leader, and half that of Chrollo the enigma. Some of it is remains slicked back, but it has loosened to something more relaxed, black wisps fluttering free in the increasing wind. It is hard to say whether it is grief that darkens his eyes, or merely the fading of light when clouds reach out. ( And yet, those things are not so different. For grief to thrive, light must retreat. )

They sit in silence, and were it not for the small breaths and occasional blinks, they might be mistaken for limestone statues carved for the ancient building. His lips quiver almost imperceptivity when he feels the pat against his shoulders. The words had not made a wound, but the act of a gentle touch makes something quiver in his chest. Like glass, he feels hard to scratch with words yet the touch feels like it could shatter him in its care. Shalnark's hand lingers, painful in its warmth as it rests against him.

You don't have to deal with this alone and It's just me. But there's nothing just about it.

Finally Chrollo leans to the side and tears his eyes away so his forehead can rest against Shalnark's shoulder. For a moment, he does nothing. He says nothing. And then there's a silent tremble under Shalnark's touch, a shake of shoulders and stutter of breath that catches in his throat. " I know. " Chrollo admits, a quiet rooftop admission that he makes to the only one whose found him. He knows that even as the head, the troupe would understand. If it were himself, he would not weep. But for those dear that were lost.

The worst part is none of them know where one leg has fallen.

Chrollo has missed both deaths. Even if one had been unnecessary, acting against expectation, the loss is painful all the same. In the end, it had been a task for the legs to make - not the head when it was snared.

Quietly, a sob eases out from where it has sat trapped in his chest for far too long. Death was something they all knew could and would one day come for them. That knowledge did not make loss any easier when it struck. Especially when it was the originals, when it was someone who had known him long before Chrollo had become the man he was today. He weeps, for himself and for others like Jesus for Lazarus, quiet and pained. The spider will have to move forward as it always does, but Chrollo never forgets those who have fallen - and for that they will always remain a part of the Troupe. That is not a death they shall face - there wil be no death of memory so long as they breathe.

He does not keep track of the time that is lost to the grief. It is not terribly long for the rain has yet to reach them. But it is long enough. Chrollo lets his eyes rest for a minute longer as he recomposes himself. " Thank you, Shalnark. " His voice is stronger now despite the rough edge that crying had given it. He lifts his head off his shoulder, grey eyes lighter than before when he gives a thin smile as delicate yet sturdy as a thread of spidersilk. He turns his head a bit after a moment. " I think I needed to hear that. " Even if Chrollo had already known that truth, the simple act of sharing the moment let doors unlock that had before stayed sealed.

[xcziel]

sometimes a good dinner is sausage, cheese, croissant with butter, and some grapes

[achaoticeternal]

simplicity.

steve harrington x henderson! reader

drabble | 650 words fandom | stranger things category | fluff, mutual pining, gender-neutral terms

summary: another night passes in your typical routine of steve driving you home, but you don't want the drive to stop

Steve was being nice.

He was always nice.

Always made sure that you were safe.

It wasn't forced. In fact, the gestures were always surprisingly natural. He'd call just to say hello if he hadn't seen you in a couple of days, or if Robin or Dustin mentioned that you were feeling under the weather. If he knew you were home with Dustin, he'd make sure to pick up a cold cherry cola for you. He would offer to pick you up or drop you off because he knew you didn't have a license and hated biking around Hawkins. That's how you ended up here now.

Robin and Vickie had invited you to go see Top Gun with them. When you visited Family Video the next day to return some tapes, you mentioned going out with Robin to Steve. Which resulted in him admitting that he was also going and that he would pick you up an hour before the movie was set to start. With Steve, you never had to ask - it was his natural instinct to take care of his friends. To take care of you.

The movie was good - everyone in the quartet was laughing and generally enjoying themselves. But now on the car ride back to the Henderson residence, the laughter had died down, replaced with the purr of the engine and soft underscoring of the Tears for Fears cassette Steve put on.

It was simple... comfortable...

And it was only natural when Steve propped his arm on the center console, his pinky slightly outstretched. You couldn't explain it, but your body easily followed his cue. You leaned in closer, wrapping your pinky around his. Nothing needed to be said, because you both understood the silent language conveyed in each other's gaze and movements.

And as Steve begins to pull up to your familiar street, your heartbeat quickens. In a few short moments, you'll be back in your bedroom with Steve heading back to his house. Another night will have passed, another opportunity to finally say the unsaid words between the two of you. The hidden words between each phone call or the subtle remarks made by a single, longing glance.

Suddenly, your chest tightens, and the tension in the car rises. You have to say something. You need to say something.

As your mailbox and then your driveway come into view, it's time. Clearing your throat and taking a deep breath, you simply start talking.

"I just want to say that I appreciate you picking me up and taking me home," You glance over at him, seeing how his brown eyes cut over to you and back to the road.

He just nods, his pinky unconsciously tightening around yours, "Of course."

You nod before continuing, "It doesn't go unnoticed. I... I'm sure that between Dustin and me, we owe you more than a couple of bucks in gas money."

It's quiet for a moment as you finally arrive at your driveway. He pulls his hand away from yours, placing both hands on the steering wheel.

A beat later and he finally speaks up again, "Well, 'm sure you could repay me by letting me take you out on a date this weekend. How does a little mini golf over in Parker County sound?"

An easy smile spread across your face at his proposal, and you could only nod at first before muttering a quiet response, "I'd like that."

Then he flashes you a boyish grin that ramps up more butterflies than usual. His entire expression is soft. It's in this quiet moment with his car parked in your driveway that you recall every little step that led you here. Despite all the shit things that I happened in the past three yours, despite the craziness that has infected your lives, you can still bask in this moment of love and simplicity between two people in love.

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|| a/n: thank you for reading! just had this thought about steve and figured I would share some fluffy thought! i'd really like to get into writing more consistently again, so I'm gonna keep warming myself back up with these littles drabbles. feel free to send any thoughts my way!

[someweirdoreblogger]

Burning Spice Cookie is passion ignited, albeit not in the moral side of the conscious spectrum. He is quite affectionate, actually, more than you may give him credit for.

Do not mistake it as humane, as a blind genosity. It comes not from a moral source of obligation or even gerenal priority.

Once the deranged loin-a Beast amongst monsters-the corrupted Lord himself is invested, your scent guiding freely through the droves, to shake him off your trail will prove diffcult. Burning Spice is not so kind to let prey go by unscathed, untouched by his mighty axe; His shadow stalks the trees, quaking, a deafening roar booms in the distance.

The Hunt begins.

You dare infringe upon his heart, you invade his senses, scrabble his thoughts; you really think you can simply crawl back home unscathed?

What home have you to turn too? Who would even think to take you back with the mark of a Beast weighing down your back?

Luckily, this debt can be paid. Paid solely by your own parry and peril. Burning Spice will remember your tracks better than the back of his own hand.

Once he comes, just an arrogant march away, you will know. The world itself will alert, not you, but itself to his sudden existence.

The birds will cease their music, the ground will shake and stumble; struggling to keep its foundation stable and lively. The lakes, far and wide, the sky, the kisses of clouds and weak leaves rip itself apart, dancing in the reflection below. It ripens in sheer unbalanced tension, seemingly frightened; the water will ripple like static, wavering under a wave of immense, exotic shock, and pressure.

The wind is ecstatic, nature's personal enthusiasm; it moans, groans, and sighs heavy in your ear. Desperate to be heard.

You will taste him in the air, a suffocating sulfur and ghastly spice, it threatens to choke weaker beings. Feel him fester like sparks on your crust, hair standing up stiff, dough throbbing. Tingling and blazing hot, a Beast's presence is a neigh-suffocating weight. You will never know peace until he deems you worthy of such.

Burning Spice roams triumphant, forever hungry. An immovable glare in the sky, a blinding scorch to the people's merger eyes, looking down civilization in cold indifference; The same way a god regurds his subjects. Just ants, peasy insects, building their anthills, simply hoping to piece together a safe haven for themselves in a universe far too large to tackle alone.

The Vitue of Change, The Lord of Destruction, will stand tall alone. Boundless from any chain as mortals rise, spoil and fall. A proud witness to the beginning, present, and the end, the natural tides of history sow in the seeds of devastation he leaves behind. He is a slave to his base desires, as all Cookies are; a chaotic harbinger of endless malice and merciless strife.

But he is still yet a man. A heartless monster in a man's skin. A Cookie baked in the same oven as his fellow kin, a great Beast, seeking to completely deprive himself of sheer boredom and simplicity.

All immortals carry the burden, the smooth erosion of time is not lost even to Beasts, as the ocean inevitably swipes a wet hand over the sand. He lives long and simply withstands, and he stares at the lesser mass in a bubbling, volcanic envy, hanging loose like a knot on his shoulders; the deeper things, the pleasant things. The majority of it stems from an infectious curiosity, aching hunger boiling in the depths of a Beast.

An unstoppable force suspended in a space completely at its mercy.

Burning Spice, gerenally, is an incredibly expressive person; entertainment, living life to the fullest drives his very soul off the edge of madness and carnage. His being is a godly sight to behold, and he wears this infernal arrogance in fine silks and peakish sneers. The weak tremble beneath the heel of their superiors, the Beast of Destruction is bloody pride embodied.

And this God, this Beast will strave for your worship; shall rip it from the dying, rotting hands of the torn world.

Carnal, burnt crimson in abhorrent brutality, Burning Spice is honestly an upfront sort. He won’t shy away from confrontation, solemn. He knows what he needs, what he wants, so he will steal it if one ever dares refuse it from him.

What is inevitable is virtue, Burning Spice knows this in his very jam. He does hold some semblance of responsibility and honor, albeit it won’t make him any less immorally stubborn or hot-headed. He approaches a desired interest alike how a lion stalks his prey; the same way he approaches a potential hunt, with fierce, burning determination and endless persistence.

[miguelhugger2099]

HIII tehehe

so imagine this, miggy and wifey reader coming home from a date and reader is just giggling as she remembers him being kind to all the kids who came up to him wanting to play with him. and reader is just like 'what if i just gave him one instead'

miggy notices his wifey reader giggling to himself, mini fluff moment happens. then reader exposes herself and then

~smut~

Baby Maker

long overdue and was very much in the accidentally deleted category like everything in this ask was written it just needed an ending before POOF gone. so, a thousand apologies i could not say sorry enough nonie. i tried to write down everything i remembered so i could get it out as soon as possible. as always, if you're not satisfied, this ask can be rewritten for a third time Art: feminine.999 on instagram

After a long and tiring winter, Miguel was eager to take you out for a picnic date in the warm sun again. It was always a sweet reminder of your time as young lovers and just having the simplicity of being in each others presence along with some food. So whenever the time was right and the temperature was warm enough, Miguel would plan and whisk you away to the park at the same hill you two have decided would be your spot. "Miguel just hand me something." You smile at him and stick your hands out, the picnic blanket hanging lightly on your forearm. Miguel carries both the cooler and basket as well as your purse on his shoulder. He had only asked you to fold the blanket but you wanted to help so you held onto it instead while he insisted he had everything else. "Ah-ah." He says, shaking his head. "Tengo todo, mama. I'm okay." Obviously, he was. He could carry several more things if he wanted to but you felt really bad watching him. "Give me the keys then. I'll drive." You cross your arms. In truth, he didn't want you to drive- he's a little traditional when it comes to handling things on his own while you rested freely from responsibilities. But, he sighed and instead of protesting, he nodded. "Keys are in my back pocket." He pouts dejectedly. You found it cute and rolled your eyes. You reached around him to grab the keys from his pocket, giving a teasing squeeze to his ass which he jumped at. "Oye." He says with a playful warning tone, squinting his eyes down at you. There's a hint of a smile on his lips, as well as a spark in his eyes. "C'mon." You shrug and skip in front of him, pretending to be innocent. At the car, Miguel was finishing up putting everything in the trunk, massaging the palms of his hands to ease the strain of holding onto the handles of the cooler and basket. You place the blanket over everything, feeling Miguel kiss your temple and his hand sneaking around your waist. "Good?" You ask him, looking up and cupping his cheeks. Miguel leans into you, his hands on your hips to keep him steady. "Mhm." He hums as he looks back down at you. Miguel kisses your forehead then each of your cheeks before finishing it off with a long smooch to your lips. "Let's go home." He murmurs.

Before you could move, Miguel looks down after feeling something tap the side of his leg. A soccer ball rolled a bit before he skillfully rolled it under his foot and kicked it into the air so it landed in his hand. “Whoa!” A chorus of young high-pitched voices shouted in unison. A group of kids huddled by you two, marveling at Miguel. “How did you do that?” One boy gasps, his eyes lighting up in admiration. Miguel chuckles nervously, bashful of the attention of ten-year olds. “Ah–it’s a little tricky.” He hands the ball to a little girl and she waves it high above her head. “Can you show me?” She squeals and Miguel blinks, looking back at you. You covered your mouth to hide your giggles and smile. “Go.” You tilt your head at the group of kiddies and Miguel stumbles over his words but the kids already took your approval and began tugging on Miguel’s arm back to the grassy fields to play.

As you got home, you couldn’t bring down the smile on your face, cheeks hurting with how long you’ve grinned to yourself. You let out a couple of giggles remembering how the children flocked to him and how Miguel looked carrying two grown kids in his arms when his little team scored a goal. Not only had you felt warmth in your cheeks but in other places as well. “Why do you look like that?” Miguel asks after placing the bags down near the door. He’d organize things later. “Like what?” Miguel brings his hand to the side of his face and bunches his shoulders up, looking up at the ceiling with a mockingly dreamy sigh. “Like this!” You punch his shoulder and Miguel laughs, bringing his arms around you from behind and leaves little apology kisses along your neck. “I did not look like that.” You defend yourself. “Mmm, you did. You always look like that anyway. At least when it comes to me.” He mumbles against your ear, his breath tickling your senses and you squeal to move away from him but he just holds you closer. “So what is it this time? Was I extra good-looking today? Did I sweep my favorite girl, my wife, off her feet?” Miguel presses his lips on your cheek with a loud smooch. He couldn’t help teasing you a bit. “No, it was different!”

“Hmm, different?” “The kids at the park.” You feel Miguel pause and he lifts his head up and tilts it to the side after turning you around. “What about the kids at the park?” He asks, confusion swirling in his eyes. “You looked…good with them.” He huffs a quick laugh. “Okay?” “And I was thinking, y’know,” You giggle at the thought of Miguel picking you up, filling you up, carrying a baby–making him a father. He wanted to pick your brain. “What?” He squints down at you. “What if we had a baby?” Miguel’s eyes widened, blinking in surprise. “H-huh?” His voice went up an octave as his cheeks had gotten a little redder. You felt his hands tense around your hips and you secure your arms around his neck. “What if..I just gave you a baby?” You repeat in a hushed whisper. “With your help, of course.” You giggled and your flirting sent shivers down his spine. Subconsciously, Miguel’s eyes turn downwards to your stomach–imagining it swollen and growing with each passing day with just a few pumps of his cum. His eyes dilate and he feels the blood in his body rush straight down to his groin. “O-oh, God…” He groans, his breathing already getting heavy. “Are you sure? You want a baby? You want my baby?” He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours. You could feel his hands gripping your sundress. It fell just above your knees so Miguel was already sliding his hand up under it to feel the skin of your thigh, skin still a little warm from being in the sun. “Mhm, yes, please.” You whine, feeling the rush of arousal drench into your panties from hearing Miguel hold onto his last remaining self-restraint before he fucks you silly. At your plea, Miguel wraps his arms around you and pulls you up towards him to kiss you deeply. His lips devour yours, tongue slipping past your defenses to tangle in a dance with your own tongue. One hand pushes your head closer while his other hand runs down to grip the plump fat of your ass through the fabric of your dress. Tapping it twice, he signals you to jump in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and he hurriedly enters the bedroom. Miguel falls on top of you, bodies bouncing on the mattress but it does nothing to stop Miguel’s desire for you.

Miguel separates from your lips, dragging his wet mouth down to your jawline and neck while his hands bunch up your dress at your waist. He brings a hand up to pull down the top half of your dress and begins to leave small love bites across your breasts before licking your nipple into his mouth. With your head rolled back, your fingers run through his hair, hips attempting to grind up for some friction but with his weight on top of you–you’re helpless. “Want me to make you a mama, huh?” He growls huskily, lifting his head up and using his fingers to flick and tweak your nipples so he could watch you screw your eyes shut and your mouth parted open as you moan his name into the air. “Want me to make you all pretty and swollen with my cum, hm? Fuck…” “Oh, God–Miggy..!” Your hands at his shoulders, arching your back off the bed and writhing underneath him in a desperate attempt to make him focus on your wet pussy. Miguel can’t help but play with your tits, groping them in his hands and squishing them. He pulls your dress further down, tracing your curves and worshiping them to engrave it in his memory. Your dress now on the floor, you lay bare with just your panties. Miguel presses down on the soaking patch between your legs and you shiver. “No me jodas, Miguel. Just fuck me.” You groan and buck your hips to grind on his fingers but he chuckles and pulls away. “Dale paciencia, mi amor.” He says even though he feels the same, his cock straining against his jeans and leaving a wet spot in his boxers from dripping precum. Miguel leans back down to kiss you, hands fumbling with the zipper and he hastily shoves his boxers and pants down his legs. Deciding he was also impatient, Miguel rips your underwear apart and he bites down hard on his lips to stop him from moaning loudly at the sight of your glistening folds. Mind cluttered with lust, you don’t even notice the tear but you do feel his hard cock rubbing between your puffy pussy lips. He sighs while he collects your slick onto his shaft, his leaking tip mixing with your juices. “Mmm, fuck yes…” He shudders, thighs flexing as his muscles tensed up. Goosebumps litter his skin and he looks down at your body. Sprawled nude on the mattress while you’re already looking fucked out of your mind when he’s barely put the tip in. His cockhead catches inside and he teasingly enters. His hand places itself on your stomach, pupils blown wide open.

“Qué pasa, mi amor? Te sientes bien? Ay, que linda eres...” He purrs as he pushes inside you. “Feel me, mama.” Each inch is slow and he makes you feel the growing stretch of his cock, veins pulsing against your throbbing walls–your cunt convulses around him to suck him deeper inside your warmth. “Mine, mine, mine. So pretty, you’ll look gorgeous when I fuck a baby into this tight pussy.” Miguel whispers against your neck. His cock twitches when you claw at his back, choking out your moans as your face flushes with a warm blush. He could feel his balls aching but he held back as best as he could. His palm feels his cock from inside you, poking through your stomach and his eyes roll back. Fuck, he’s deep. “Tell me you want it. Dímelo otra vez.” He moans, slowly rocking his hips in and out of you. Your mouth had been drooling since he teased your entrance with his cock, mind blank with nothing but the desire to be bred by your husband. With a weak and broken whimper, you begged. “Wan’ it,” You squirmed. “Breed me.” Miguel’s forehead landed on your shoulder, his body hunched over as his hand went to pull your thigh on his hip and slammed into you. You screamed and held onto him before he started pounding ruthlessly into you. You could’ve flown off the bed with just how fast and hard Miguel decided to pace at. He wraps his hands to your ass and pulls your bottom half up for easier access, dragging your wet folds up and down his cock. He pants, breathing shakily as his arms tense up–veins protruding and running down all the way to his hands. Miguel then lets go, grabbing both your legs and pushes them to your chest. He folds you in half, displaying your cunt to his eyes as his main priority. He bites his lip, grunting with every pounding he gives you. His knees dig into the mattress to anchor himself as he jackhammers his twitching cock into your warm wetness. The arousal gushing out of you and rolling down between your asscheeks and onto the bed. “You’ll be such a good mama.” He moans, curling his hips so his cock arches right into your sweet spot. Your cunt squeezes around him tightly, head thrown back while your nails rake his back in streaks of red, imprinting yourself on him. You’re a squealing mess, tears in your eyes and you could barely feel your legs anymore. Face morphed with pure ecstasy as you feel each drag of his cock empty and refill you over and over again. His bulbous tip nudges against your cervix and twitches against your velvety walls and your moans turn shamelessly pornographic-like. Meanwhile Miguel gets himself off to the thought of you creaming on his cock, his balls unleashing his cum straight into your womb and getting you pregnant. He huffs, ears ringing as his mind only focuses on breeding you. He thinks to himself that once isn’t enough. Just one measly pump of his seed won’t be enough to bear you with his child. He’d have to do it more than once. He had to see his thick load seeping out of your puffy pussy folds. He wanted to see you filled to the brim, pumped full to make sure you’ll carry. He wanted to see your belly grow, creating a being that was the perfect combination of you and him.

His mind spurs him on, mouth open as he spews his own moans and  praising your tight cunt at how well it takes him. He’s pussy drunk, hips smacking and his balls slapping against you, his body pressing your legs tighter against yourself and ravaging himself into you with heavy thrusts. He grits his teeth when you scream and clench around him, pussy fluttering as you feel the release of an orgasm shoot through your body. Your legs quiver as Miguel holds onto you, eyes rolling back and drool escaping off the side of your mouth. Your cum drips into a puddled mess below you and Miguel’s orgasm follows right after you, drilling his cock until he’s balls deep. His cock twitches with each spurt of warm cum shooting out his tip, plugging into your womb. You take deep breaths but it seems impossible when Miguel keeps your legs up. His head is hung while he waits until your cunt milks every last drop of his seed. You weakly reach up and cup his cheek to catch his attention. He meets your gaze and you give a tired smile and pull him down for a kiss. Miguel eases your legs down and kisses you back. His hands rubs comfortingly around the dip of your waist. For a moment you feel at peace, a bliss of entering a new era with him. The peace lasts for just a moment. Miguel leaves your lips and twirls your body on your stomach, lifting your bottom half up so your ass hangs in the air. In the process, his dick leaves your warmth and it leaves you feeling empty. You gasp and grip onto the sheets, head turning to try and see Miguel. “‘M not done.” He mumbles. “You wanted me to breed you so I’ll fuckin’ breed you.” His words are slurred but his mind is made up. He angles his cock to your wet cunt again, smearing the combined arousal around with his tip as if painting on a canvas. Instinctively, you moan and wiggle your hips back, pussy swelling up with desire again. Miguel smirks and pushes back inside and the stretch is familiar and comforting. Shuddering, your pussy welcomes him back by squeezing tightly, sucking him in, and he hisses. “Uyy, fuck…” He sighs. He starts off slow, bumping you forward with easy and short thrusts, feeling himself slowly grow hard again inside you. Your eyes flutter close, face smushed into the pillow and drooling on the case of it as your body lurches forward. Miguel increases his speed, one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip to bring your ass back onto his cock. His balls smack your clit for added stimulation and it makes you jump from the electric pleasure zipping straight to your core. “Oh my God! Miguel!” You whine, heat flushing on your cheeks, Miguel’s dick reaching different places in a different position. The pain of sensitivity washes away, your pussy now craving the hot sticky liquid of your husband. Miguel looms over you, bending one leg to keep him steady as he keeps drilling deeper into you. His lips leave wet and sloppy kisses to your shoulder, panting and sharing warm breaths with you while your bodies buck up against one another.

“That feel good, mama? Hm?” He moans, burying himself in your neck while his hips snap up against yours, ass slapping and rippling with each thrust.

“Yes! Yes! Mhm!” Your voice turns high pitched, eyes glassy and unfocused while being bred like a bitch in heat. Still, you took pride in it to be the one to carry his child, to have him use your hole as his cumdump and take him however many times as long as you keep feeling like this. You’d gladly take him over and over again.

“You’ll give me another baby after this one, right mama?” He hums, tongue licking your neck and nipping at your skin. “Say you will, querida. Say you’ll let me put a baby in you again–we’ll have a big family.” He whines, humping your ass in quick strokes. “Say it, say it, say it, please, please.”

Miguel could feel himself getting closer. He could feel you getting close too with the familiar pulse and clench of your walls around his throbbing cock. His balls are wet with your slick, your wetness never ending.

“Yes! I will! Promise! Just–please!” Your words are barely audible with your face pushed into the pillow but Miguel is satisfied with your cockdrunk state. His cock engorges with the thought of a big family, you giving him as many kids as he wants and him watching it all happen once he spills as much as he wants in your willing cunt.

His hips go out of rhythm, he chases his high of impregnating you for a second time and his cock twitches violently before squirting ropes of cum to paint your walls white. He doesn’t stop pumping, wanting to feel you cream on his cock so badly even when the overstimulation makes him whimper.

With a cry of his name, your pussy pulses around him and you feel his previous load drip out of you to make space for his new one. The liquid trickles down your thighs and your shake as the orgasm is ripped out of you. When you stiffen, Miguel drags his cock out from you and flips you on your back again.

Barely giving you time to recover, Miguel lifts you up from the bed and your back makes contact with the cool wall. He holds you securely under your ass and you automatically wrap your legs around his waist once more. Your arms are around his neck, hands in his hair and Miguel captures your lips in a messy kiss. His hips rut into you to slide his dick back inside which resounds out in rapid smacks of skin on skin contact.

You’re bouncing on his dick, hair tangled and becoming staticy from your head rubbing on the wall. His thrusts slow to a stop as he focuses on making out with you, tongue dancing with yours and exploring your mouth with a low moan of pleasure.

Teeth clack against each other and you roll your pelvis to regain the friction. Pussy clenches around him desperately and Miguel lets out a guttural groan, separating from your lips to bite your chest. Your back lifts off the wall and you push your tits to his mouth, Miguel eagerly sucking your nipples and switching between left and right.

He angles up and up, feeling your walls slide on him like some silicon dildo. He gropes your ass in his palms, kneading and spreading them apart while your slick sounds out with a sloppy, dirty and wet mess. Miguel shoves you harder against the wall, pounding your body in rhythmic thrusts that bang loud enough for a passerby to hear. His back is covered with your nails marks.

You’re screaming, you’re so fucking sensitive but it’s just so hot how he just keeps going. There’s a fire that’s ignited in you–some sick form of pleasure that you get off on your husband pumping you full of semen. It gave you pleasure just how badly he wanted this–wanted you. You can’t help but squeeze around him, pussy unable to handle the bundle of overstimulated nerves so it spasms.

Jaw slacked and spit dribbling down your chin with your tongue lolled out your mouth–you can barely form a thought when Miguel’s fucking them out of you. You didn’t expect for Miguel to jump at the chance at having a baby but right now, it felt so worth it. His teeth bites at your nipple, tongue rolling around the bud and devouring it like you were the sweetest thing he’s tasted.

“Miguell…! I’m so–mmph!–fuck, I’m close!” You pull on his strands of hair and he lets go of your nipple. Miguel leaves his forehead on your chest, breath fanning your skin while he bucks into you. He cums first, his essence spilling out and dribbling back down on his cock and he grunts with annoyance. His annoyance doesn’t last long when you climax just a few seconds after with a squeal. You ankles lock tightly around his waist to push him to the hilt to keep the rest of his cum–old and new–plugged inside. Miguel shudders and moves you off the wall and back to the edge of the bed.

Miguel lays you down on the mattress with a huff of exhaustion, becoming sleepy after three orgasms. Still, he turns you on your side, lifting your leg up so he could slide in his cock between your twitching and sensitive folds.

You strangle out a whine, eyes blinking in a dazed haze. You reach around you to grip his hair and plead for mercy. You don’t know how you even lasted this long.

“Thought you wanted a baby. I’m making sure we’re having that baby.” He mumbles against your neck, humming when he sheathes inside you again. Your cunt spasms, fluttering and pulsating from overstimulation. However, Miguel is gentle this time.

He grinds behind you in easy thrusts. You feel your heart stutter in your chest, turning your head around with your mouth slightly parted, whining out your moans. Miguel kisses you, his hand gripping your thigh tightly to uphold it while his cock slips in and out of you. The evidence of his essence drips out of you and leaves a shiny coat and the milky white circle at the base of his shaft prominent from previous orgasms.

You weakly buck your ass back to go in time with his thrusting. You break from the kiss, string of spit connecting on your wet lips before you rest your head back on the pillow, heart thumping wildly. Miguel goes back to kissing your neck and shoulders.

“Asi es, mami,” He whispers huskily. “One more. Can you do that for me? Jus’ one more.” His hips roll in circles and his hand goes underneath you to reach around to your front, fingers finding your clit. He rolls it between his fingers and circles around it softly with just the right amount of pressure that he knows you like. Your hips stutter and feel another climax coming, but this time a little weaker than the rest.

“Mig…Miggy…” You whine and he shushes you gently. His fingers leave your clit and he rests his hand on your stomach, thumb rubbing up and down the small pudge of tummy where his baby will grow inside you.

“I know, mi reina, I know. I love you so much. I love you. I love you so damn much.” He whispers sweetly, Miguel kissing behind your ear. His words of affection make you whimper.

“I love you too.”

Miguel winds up cumming inside you for the final time, emptying out all of his energy and hugging you tight to his chest while you squeal and cum right after him. He keeps you close, putting your leg down and curling his arms around your waist to spoon you.

Your breathing slowly evens out, exhaustion catching up to you. Miguel pulls out, each drag shocking your nerves until he leaves with a wet plop, strings of cum connecting you both together until it breaks. He turns you around to face him and brings your head against his chest. You hear his heart hammering against his ribcage and you weakly hug him back. You feel full just like he told you he would do to you.

You can’t help but feel content, excitement blooming in your chest for the next chapter in your life with your husband. He's warm.

“We’re gonna be parents.” You whisper softly. Miguel’s lips kiss your hair and he lifts your face up to him. He continues to pepper your cheeks and forehead with kisses.

“We’re gonna be parents.” He echos. “Thank you.”

You couldn’t ask for a better man to start a family with.

A/N: me when i enforce my breeding kink miguel agenda

[dimlylittorch]

// Satin Stains \\

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Silco x pre-op!transmasc!reader

small synopsis: Silco low key being your sugar daddy, always treating you well and taking care of you. (3.7k)

Warnings: female terminology used for genitalia (no use of t-dick, etc), daddy kink, little bit of crying, reader acts more on the feminine side (i’m a fem gay guy, sue me😔🤚)

the two of you were quite the odd pair. you were soft and sweet, a cute little thing from Piltover he had caught in his trap and managed to put on a leash. his pretty boy with rich tastes, a soft plaything he could entertain as a way to relax from the stress of his every day life. You were so sweet and oblivious you had no idea of the danger you were in with him. You simply thought this scarred man was very sweet and charming- who wouldn’t want to spend time with him? Growing to enjoy each others company and eventually calling him daddy, whether it be ironic or not, he enjoys it either way.

He didn’t expect to enjoy you as much as he does. Having a pretty little thing sit in his office with him, chattering away as he sifts through paper work and smokes his cigars. He likes having something to admire as you walk around the room, trying to entertain yourself as you talk. Eventually you hear the creak of his chair and you turn around, a hopeful smile on your lips when you realize maybe he’s completed his work- now able to spend time on you. You see him laid back in his chair, eyes on your own before he pats his thigh.

“Come sit.” he murmurs. It wasn’t a request. But sweet little you grins and walks over immediately, perfectly content to follow orders. You gently straddle his thighs, slipping your arms around his waist and burying your face against the crook of his neck with a soft sigh. That little sigh that dogs do when they get comfortable? That’s the exact sound you make- and it drives him crazy. Having a sweet little puppy all to himself. “Good boy..” he whispers softly against his ear as he puts his cigar out, careful to not irritate your lungs with the smoke. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible as his fingers trace along your spine. The simplicity you brought to his life was unmatched.

—

Even when you’re irritated or upset, you are still more simple than the rest of his life. Your emotions? That he can soothe. That he can fix easily. He can’t help but adore how emotional you can be. Walking into his office with flushed cheeks and wet eyes, having slipped in the mud and your outfit ruined. You sniffle as you walk in and he immediately sends everyone else out, standing up and walking around his desk to look at you.

“I really liked my outfit” you say weakly before bursting into tears, wiping your face with your sleeves.

He sighs softly, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and walking over, cupping your chin as he tenderly starts to dry your tears. “Shh.. hush now.” He says comfortingly as he rubs your cheek with his thumb. “It’s alright, love. We’ll get you cleaned up, hm?” Wraps you up in a blanket and walks you down the street, glaring at anyone that even looked in your direction. Brings you home, locking the door before leading you into his bathroom. Sits on the edge of the large bath tub as he turns the water on, humming faintly to offer some semblance of comfort as you stand sniffling, eyes transfixed on his hand under the water.

“I’m sorry I’m such a baby” you murmur softly as you sit on the toilet lid, eyes downcast.

He sighs softly, looking over at your soft form as you sit there like a kicked puppy with your tail between your legs. He stands up, walking over and wrapping his arms around your head, pulling you to rest against his stomach as he stands between your legs. “You do know why I keep you, yes?” He murmurs faintly

You sniff slightly, shrugging your shoulders. “I give good hugs..” you whisper softly

Your words make him chuckle faintly and he crouches down, hands moving to rest on your knees as he gazes up at you. “That is a part of it.” He muses. “You.. are everything I cannot be. Soft. Emotional. Honest.” He says faintly as he reaches up to cup your cheek. “You remind a monster of his humanity, little one.”

Gazing down at him through your wet lashes, a weak smile forms on your lips. You lean down, resting your forehead against his own. “You’re the first person to be so gentle with me.” You confess faintly.

He sighs at your words, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kneels in between your legs. “You deserve nothing but adoration.” He murmurs softly. The two of you stay like that for a moment before he stands up, pulling the blanket off of you and glancing at your mud soaked clothes. “Poor thing..” he says softly to himself as he gently helps you get your top off, leaving you in your binder and pants. “Up you go” he murmurs as he takes your hands to stand you up. With a small yawn you unbutton your pants, slipping them off with a shiver when you feel the cold air of the room. He reaches to grab the base of your binder, lifting it up. “Arms up” he orders as he pulls it off before taking a step back to admire you in only your briefs.

Crossing your arms over your chest loosely, you chuckle. “Shut up”

“I didn’t say anything” he smiles, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

“You didn’t have to” you grin softly before you get undressed the rest of the way, walking over to the tub to get in. Before you step in he gently takes your hand, his hand resting at the small of your back.

“Careful..” he chastises quietly as he helps you down. “Wouldn’t want you slipping.” As you settle in the water he sits next to the tub, resting his arm on the edge. He watches as you relax under the warmth and can’t help but admire how your body looks under the water, his cock starting to harden in his pants. “You’re a vision.” He murmurs, his tone deep.

You look over at him as you lean back in the water, a content smile on your lips. “You are too.” You say sweetly. He huffs at your words, rolling his eyes and looking away from you as he rubs his mouth. “Hey-“ you say softly, reaching up to gently cup his chin and pull his gaze back to you. His breath hitches slightly when he see your eyes are full of concern.. for him. “I mean that.” You say comfortingly.

You were so sweet. So sweet it poisoned his blood stream. Here you were, trying to reassure him. And all he could think about was how hard it made his cock when you were nice to him. And how riled up he got when you were sweet. Before he could stop himself he was leaning forward, capturing your lips in his own.

Kissing him back with a hum, you sit up straight and let him steal your breath away. When you pull away, your hands are cupping his face as you rest your forehead against his own. When he opens his eyes and sees the way your chest is pressed against the edge of the tub, nipples peaked from the cold, he audibly groans before standing up hurriedly and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Beautiful, you are.” He says breathlessly, his eyes trying to stay on your form as he undresses himself. Pulling off his vest and shirt, your pupils dilate when you get a view of his chest, slender yet well built. Sighing with a shy smile, you rest your head on your arm on the rim of the tub.

“I still can’t get over how pretty you are..” you say softly, your words making his heart skip a beat. He tenses for a moment as he stares down at you, his movements slowing to a stop.

Taking a small steps forward, he gently lets himself fall onto his knees next to the tub, his hand cupping your chin. His thumb traces over your lips as he gazes down at you, a shaky breath leaving his lips. “I thought I was a madman.” He murmurs faintly as he leans in closer. “But you.. you made me realize how sane I was.” He whispers against your lips, his nose brushing against your own.

You suddenly hear the undoing of his belt, and your eyes shift downcast, seeing him tug it off. Christ. He’d done it one handed. Before you can say anything, you feel his lips brushing against the tip of your nose. It was featherlight- you almost missed the feeling if you hadn’t been so focused on him. And then.. you feel that little brush of his lips under your eye. And then on your cheek. He was leaving no part of your face untouched. Not without the gentlest of kisses.

“Do you have any.. idea what you do to me?” He whispers against your skin, his eyelids heavy and breathing quick. Letting your eyes flutter close, you sigh as you feel his lips trail along your own before moving to the other side of your face. When he reaches your ear, a shaky breath slips past his lips. “Even covered in mud- or sobbing in my arms..” He says lowly.

As your eyes flutter open, you glance down to see his cock has been freed from his pants, leaking at the tip and dripping down one vein that followed along his skin until it reached the base, where the precum began to gather in his pubic hair. Longer than he was thick, his tip a deep flushed red as his hand squeezed around the length, but not stroking. “You make being me impossible.” he groans softly against your ear as he starts to kiss along your neck. “If anyone in Zaun knew a little thing like you got me on my knees-“ he chokes out before he lets out a hiss, and you glance down to see he’d started to gently stroke himself.

Leaning up and kissing along his jaw, you let out a small hum. “Hey..” you whisper comfortingly. “You’re always in charge with me.. okay?” You murmur softly.

He huffs at your comforting words, pressing more small kisses along the column of your neck as he jerks himself off at a steady pace, his breathing quick. “Sweet boy..” he groans. “After the day you’ve had- let me help.”

Reaching for the loofa he kept beside the bath, he ran it under the warm water before adding some of his own body wash to it. It smelled like rain. And moss. It was your favorite smell. Ignoring the throbbing member between his legs, he runs the loofa over your body, leaning over the tub to make sure he cleans you completely. And you’ve never felt so.. cared for.

As soon as you’re clean and out of the tub he grabs a towel, wrapping it around your body before slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his bare chest. “Be a good boy for me..” he whispers against your ear, and you gasp when you feel the head of his dick prodding at your folds.

He chuckles when he feels you clench your thighs, denying him access as you stand there wet and blushing heavily. “You and I both know that’s not all water” he smirks as he picks you up, carrying you over to his bed and setting you down before climbing on top of you.

“Sil- the beds going to get wet” you protest weakly as he starts to press soft kisses along your neck. “We won’t feel like changing the sheets after” you add against the shell of his ear.

With a huff he pulls away from your neck, both hands next to your head as he looks down at you. “Baby boy..” he says faintly. “Let daddy handle it” he murmurs breathlessly, his eyes practically pleading. “Or do you need more convincing?” He whispers against your cheek as you suddenly feel two slender fingers circling your clit.

You almost instantly arch into his touch, a gasp slipping past your lips. “N-not fair” you say weakly. “You always play dirty” you pout slightly as you let your head fall back, chest rising more quickly than before, his fingers causing your heart to race.

He scoffs at your words, placing his thumb against your clit instead, his hand resting on your pubic area. “You have no idea how dirty I can be, little one” he warns as you suddenly feel a glob of spit drip down onto your folds, pulling a gasp from you. “Oops.” He smirks as he looks up at you.

Whining faintly, you move your arm to rest over your eyes trying to hide how flustered you are. It was embarrassing how easily he made you blush, even with just a few small touches and softly spoken words. “Don’t take this for granted.. I can always close my legs.” you chastise faintly, no true bite to your words as his thumb slowly caresses over your bud time and time again.

A chuckle slipped past his lips as he began to place faint kisses along your inner thighs. “It’s adorable, really. You always have a bit of bite left until I get you pleasure drunk.” He teases as he leans down to slip his tongue over your innermost folds. When he sees how you jolt from the contact, he slips his arms around your thighs comfortingly. “How many licks does it take to make you dumb for me?” He smirks against your folds.

Letting out a shaky breath, you gently reach down to slip your fingers into his hair while your head lies back against the mattress as you try to gather yourself. “Sil?” You whisper softly, your tone slightly different than before. Sensing the shift, he sits up slightly, his eyes locking on your form. “I.. I might cry.” You warn faintly. “D-don’t get worried. I just.. it’s been a long day. And I’m really glad.. you’re so nice to me.” You choke out softly, quickly moving to wipe your eyes as tears start to form.

His eyes soften as he looks up at you, any semblance of playfulness draining from his demeanor. While he hated seeing you cry, hearing you say you were grateful for him made his cock twitch slightly. Moving up the bed to rest next to you, he slips his arms around you and pulls you to sit in his lap. “Shh, shh.” He shushes gently as he slips his hands down to your ass to hold you close. “It’s alright, sweet boy. You just cry that little heart out of you need to, hm? Daddy will make it better.” He whispers comfortingly as he starts to place small kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

Nodding gently as you let yourself melt against him, Silco slips his hand in between your thighs, a slim finger teasing at your entrance. Flinching slightly at his touch, he rests his other hand on your back, rubbing in slow circles to calm you. “Sil..” you whisper weakly as you start to press small kisses along his neck. “Please.” You whisper as a few stray tears drip onto his skin.

He groans when he slips his finger in completely, adding another after just a few moments. His head rests back against the headboard as he takes shaky breaths, gritting his teeth at how your hips began to rock slightly, forcing his hand down to rub against his cock. “Good boy” he chokes out softly.

After a few moments you start to grind down on his fingers, moaning when he starts to scissor your tight hole open. “Daddy-“ you choke out, crying sweetly against his neck as your hips beg for that sweet friction against your clit. “c-can- can I have more?” You ask weakly.

A small smile crosses over his lips when he hears your words. Always so polite for him. “Tell me what you’d like, sweet boy.” He says softly, pumping his fingers into your tight cunt. “Would you like to ride daddy’s face?” He coos gently, leaning forward to pepper kisses over your skin. He knew that wasn’t what you wanted- but he liked to encourage his little love to ask for what he wants. Daddy can’t speak for him, can he?

He chuckles faintly when he sees how you look down in thought, face radiating heat as Silco kissed your cheek. “Is.. is that what you’d like?” You whisper softly, your eyes meeting his own. “If it is- then we can-“ you start, but he quickly cuts you off.

“No.” He says plainly. “Do you want to be good for me?” He asks as he cups your chin, making sure you see his firm expression. When he sees you nod he presses his fingers deeper inside of your cunt, making you keen over him. “A good boy uses his voice. And tells me what he wants. Are you a good boy?”

You whimper weakly as his thumb starts to knead at your clit, and you can’t help but nod once again. “I-I’m a good boy.” You say softly as you look at him. “I.. I want to be full. Please.” You plead, finding your voice.

Silco nods, a pleased hum slipping past his lips as he pulls his fingers out of you, grabbing his cock and notching it at your entrance. “There we go..” he muses. “Didn’t that feel good? Asking like a big boy?”

Your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel his tip slowly pushing into your hole. His head leans back slightly against the headboard, a low groan leaving his lips. Sinking down onto him gently, you can’t help but moan at how thick he feels, his cock radiating heat and twitching against your walls. “o-oh fuck” you choked out, your hands holding onto his hips to keep yourself steady. “daddy- daddy, fuck!” You whimper as he bottoms out.

He groans when he looks down, seeing how your tight boycunt stretches around his cock. He lets his thumb start to circle your clit once more, admiring how your mouth falls into an ‘o’. “You’re doing- so well.” he grunts as he feels you flutter around him. “The most beautiful boy in the Undercity..” He murmurs, his other hand reaching up to cup your chin, pulling you into a kiss. “Sat like a prince on his daddy’s cock.”

You preen at his words, melting against his lips into a hazy kiss, any thoughts you had fading away. When you pull away, you rest your forehead against his own. “I love you, Sil.” You whisper softly, pressing a small kiss to the tip of his nose. “Thank you for being mine.”

A gasp slips past your lips when his hands are suddenly on your hips, lifting you up and pulling you back down onto his dick. His pace was intense, but not rough- no bruising touches or sharp pains. Passion was flowing through his veins, his heart pounding from your words. “Fuck- fuck.” He grunts out, the sound of skin against skin filling the air. “I can’t cum without making my boy feel good first, can I?” He breathes out. “What kind of daddy would I be?”

You choke out a weak moan, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face against his chest. “Daddy?” You whimper, confusion lacing your tone.

“You’re too sweet, love.” He grunts, his hips unrelenting as he starts to fuck up into you. “You almost made daddy cum- just from speaking. Only you have that power over me, little one. Daddy’s special boy.”

His thrusts were unrelenting, but not unkind. The balance this man could sustain put your mind in a haze. Soft kisses to your neck combined with the rough movements of his hips. His hands digging into your thighs matched with the heavy pounding of his heart, right up against your own. He had warned you many times before; he may never be gentle, but he would always remain tender. “You’re perfect” he said faintly against your skin in between grunts, his legs starting to shake. “Always.”

Your hands tightened around his waist, tears welling up in your eyes once more. He always knew just what you needed to make you break. “fuck-“ you whimper, tightening around him before a rush of your slick flooded onto his cock. He wasn’t far behind, and you could barely process the feeling of him filling you up as you lay limp against his chest.

His fingers slip up to card through your hair after a few moments, a faint kiss being pressed to your forehead. “You were right.” He murmurs faintly.

You hum, eyes fluttering closed. “hm?”

He chuckles at your tired state, one hand rubbing your back. “I don’t feel like changing the sheets.” He whispers against your ear, resting his head atop your own.

A weak laugh falls from your lips, smiling against his chest. “I told you.” You muse. “When are you going to start listening to me?” You add playfully.

He scoffs, a smile betraying the cold demeanor he so often tried to keep. “My ears may betray me, but my eyes certainly do not.” He murmurs, glancing towards the bathroom where your stained clothes lay. “And I take it you’ll be needing a new outfit.”

Your head instantly perks up, eyes meeting his own. “Can we go shopping?” You say with a wide grin. “Pretty please?”

He chuckles, shaking his head begrudgingly. “Yes, yes, alright.” He sighs. “But I will be in the fitting rooms with you. I can’t leave you alone to your own devices, can I?”

Placing a kiss to his cheek, you slip off of his lap, settling next to him. “You still need to change the sheets.” You tease.

He huffs, slipping off of the bed and grabbing his robe, tying it around himself. “This-“ he mutters as he walks over to the closet where spare bedding was kept. “-is a gesture of my love. Not me allowing a topsider to give me commands.”

You smile, sighing contentedly. “Mhm. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

You guys were promised more Silco fics, and dinner is served🔔 i hope you enjoyed!! more are on the way :3

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- MASTERLIST (katseye)

NSFW = RED

- SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

FAM OUT - SERIES

A series of cute and funny moments between the family you have formed over all these years. Rediscovering love and the simplicity of life with your girlfriend Sophia, your "daughter" Yoonchae and the Kats.

KIDS OUT - THE SPINOFF

When you and Sophia are out of parenting mode, it's time to really have fun...

Back To High School

"You and Sophia hate each other, but maybe it's not quite like that..."

ONLY MINE

“the only thing that made the party interesting for Sophia, was you” 

BARBIE N KEN suggestive

"Yn was like Barbie, and Sophia was like Ken. It means that Sophia has a fucking boner for Yn."

I'M LIVE

"Being a streamer is fun, even more fun if your girlfriend shows up by surprise on your live."

FEMININE

“Sophia was sure she wanted you! She just wasn't sure if you were into girls.” 

- MANON BANNERMAN

BUY ME PRESENTS

“You tried everything, expensive gift, nice outings... But Manon just wanted you to be with her foverer” 

LOSING ALL MY INNOCENCE IN THE BACKSEAT

"your car has broken down, and your date with Manon is gone. But your girlfriend always finds a way to make everything special."

CARE AND LOVE

"Your girlfriend had the most stressful day of all, the least you could do was treat her like a princess."

GAME STRATEGY

"Your girlfriend sabotages you on the laser tag."

What is your word of the day?

"The taste of victory is good, but don't celebrate too loudly”

Just Like You

“There was a reason why you loved your mornings, and the reason was Manon.” 

- DANIELA AVANZINI

LOVING YOU IS EASY

“You weren't very open with your feelings, but somehow, your girlfriend always knew how you felt.” 

BATHS AND DINNERS

“You and your girlfriend don't have many quiet moments, but when you do, it's always perfect” 

PRETTY PUPPY

“Your girlfriend is bossy and brat, but you love her, and she loves her puppy” 

DRIVE ME CRAZY

"You are the only person who can drive Daniela's car (besides her), and only she knows why"

CINDY LOU WHO

“You didn't think about the consequences of your actions, and consequently, you didn't think about how Daniela's heart would be after all this” 

DANCE PRATICE

"Your girlfriend tries to teach you how to dance, but things quickly get clumsy"

SHAMELESS

"Your girlfriend is the hottest woman in the world, and you love everything about it."

CLUELESS

"You were surprised to see, that a woman like that would really be into you."

TELEPATHIC CONNECTION

“You and Daniela's connection was weak. You need to increase it with kisses!”

- LARA RAJAGOPALAN

CRAZY GIRLS #1

"Lara isn't your girlfriend, at least not yet."

CRAZY GIRLS #2

“Your girlfriend always gets jealous, but this time, something was different” 

NETFLIX AND (NOT) CHILL

“It was a good idea to watch a movie with your girlfriend, until you complimented one of the characters” 

RIBBONS ON U

“Your girlfriend wants to make the ribbon trend, how cute is that?!” 

A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS

"the bright lights, the Christmas decorations, warm milk and coockies, it’s all magical. But not as magical as “rocking” with your girlfriend around the Christmas three"

PAINTING LOVE

"You and your girlfriend have a cute date where you two paint canvases."

FLOWERS AND PUZZLES

"Leaving your girlfriend on a Sunday morning isn't cool, so come home with a nice bouquet and make some pancakes"

SCORING POINTS IN MY HEART

"In the most important game of the season, your girlfriend decides to surprise you."

NIGHTS LIKE THIS

"Surprising your girlfriend isn't so easy, but you soon discover that everything with her is amazing"

- MEGAN SKIENDIEL

IS IT NEW YEARS YET

"After your ex broke up with you a month before Christmas, you lost your holiday mojo. Maybe you just needed to meet new people, a specific redheaded girl” 

DON'T BREAK MY HEART AGAIN

"You've buried your feelings for Megan, or you've at least tried."

NONSENSE

"Your muscles weren't the only things that grew these days, your girlfriend knows better."

SLEEPY HEAD

"You may be tired, but you'll go where your girlfriend goes."

TEACH ME

"You've always liked football, so your girlfriend surprises you with the Rams game."

MEET THE GIRLS

"Meeting your girlfriend's parents can be scary, but the five girls she lives with, oh man..."

BLOOMING TOGETHER

"Your girlfriend wants to wear matching costumes for Halloween."

ROMCOM

“Your girlfriend's birthday will always be special” 

KISSING SCARS

“Your job was easier with Megan by your side” 

- JEONG YOONCHAE

There's nothing to see here...

[pastryfication]

pretty world — prologue

her move to london was supposed to be her fresh start. an opportunity to find herself anew in a place where nobody knew her name. but just as she finds herself settling in, ollie bearman happens. and despite her reservations, he barrels past every one of her well-built walls and ruins her plans.

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Everything about the city was unfamiliar. She noticed that as early as in the quiet car ride from the airport to the campus building that would become her home in the next six months. Bigger roads, smaller buildings and people walking around as though they had not just stepped out of a fashion magazine. It was refreshing. Refreshingly unperfect, refreshingly normal, but also incredibly unfamiliar in a way that sat in her bones, the feeling unsure and definitely not going anywhere soon.

She hadn’t been out of Monaco many times in her life. The opportunity had risen on numerous occasions, and had she been more adventurous, she would no doubt have been would-travelled by now, but alas, she was not. She was a homebody. Boring, safe and occasionally anxious. The complete opposite of whatever people envisioned whenever they romanticised her life. And so, the urge to call her mum—just to hear her voice and have at least something familiar to cling to—was getting stronger by the minute as the car drove through the busy streets, but she held herself back, biting the inside of her cheek instead.

This was supposed to be good. She had always been an avid lover of silly new year’s resolutions, someone who would come up with one every year without fail, but “new year, new me” had never been truer for her than in that moment. 

Taking the opportunity to pack up her life and spend half a year studying abroad in the famous city of London had seemed absolutely crazy at first. 

But then, when she for the third time in a week was stopped in her local grocery store by a fan of her brother who wanted to know about his whereabouts, the idea seemed suddenly more appealing. 

And then, when her on and off situationship finally ended it because he was angry that she hadn’t invited him to a Grand Prix yet, the idea seemed absolutely genius, and next thing she knew, she was getting her professors to set her up for two semesters at the University of London. 

And now, after two months of overthinking the decision and almost letting her brother talk her out of it (Arthur really hated change just as much as she did herself), she was finally here. In the heart of the city she had seen a hundred videos about, driving down the streets she had created three Pinterest boards romanticising. This was her chance of change, and damned be her if she didn’t welcome it with open arms.

-

The student apartment was small. Absolutely tiny compared to the extravaganza she was used to at home, but also small compared to an average apartment like the one her cousin owned on the coast of Liguria.

A single bed and a small wooden desk were all it currently held—and all it would come to hold as she hadn’t brought along any furniture nor planned to buy much—but the simplicity of it all somehow excited her. It was so different than what she was used to and it only made her want to dance in excitement.

According to the online information she had been given, classes would start already the next day. She should probably have gone down to the student counsellor to receive her schedule and whatever else she would need. Normally, she would be stressing and panicking about the fact that she didn’t have everything under control yet, but something about the newness of it all urged her to be adventurous. To be curious. 

And that’s how she found herself wandering the streets of Kensington, London late that Wednesday evening, no idea where she was going, and absolutely no idea where life would take her in the coming time. 

-

Her feet took her through the city with no real destination in mind. Thoughts were clouding her head in every corner, but somehow, the air against her skin and the sound of her soft footsteps on the pavement quietened them just a little bit. 

Later in the evening, after the mist had fallen and the cold air had started to make her shiver, she found herself sitting at the bar of small restaurant. She couldn’t recall how, but as she dug into her first meal since the lousy airplane snack she had after breakfast, she couldn’t really complain. 

Completely wrapped up in her own bubble of food and overwhelming, surprising happiness, she didn’t notice the person slipping onto the stool next to hers. She was completely uncaring and obvious until he with a gentle but firm nudge on her shoulder brought her from her mind back to reality. 

“Hey,” she couldn’t decide the accent, but the voice was slightly familiar. “Aren’t you Charles’ sister? Charles Leclerc, I mean.” 

With a politely concealed sigh, she turned her head to meet the person’s gaze. The irritation was already bubbling up in her, and she had to harshly bite the inside of her cheek before answering. “Yeah, that’s me.” The French accent she had been trying so hard to conceal all night fully returned as she locked eyes on guy. “And you’re…” she hesitated, intruding recognition flashing through her for a moment. “Ah - Ollie, no? Congratulations on the seat and all that.” 

His smile widened at the recognition in her tone. “Yep! Ollie Bearman in the flesh! And thank you.” 

She nodded politely, the smile already slipping. 

“What brings you here? In London all alone?” He didn’t seem to get the hint as he kept on talking, body now enthusiastically turned towards hers.

“I, umm… I’m staying here until summer. Some exchange system my university has with the University of London…” She brought a hand up to fiddle with a piece of hair by her ear. “I haven’t really had time meet anyone yet, so yeah, that’s why I’m alone.” 

“Oh, that’s great! You’re going to love London.” He clapped his hand down on his thigh as though to make a point. “You mind if I stay here and keep you company? My friends are probably going to forget about me either way, they’re here to get drunk.”

“And you aren’t?” She replied, head tilted slightly. 

He shook his head in return. “I’m trying to stay in shape—keep the head clear and all that. Plus, talking to you is probably more interesting.”

She hesitated for a moment, looking down at her lap to escape his intense eyes. 

His face shone with hopefulness when she eventually levelled her gaze up once again, and she couldn’t help the intruding smile as she nodded softly. “I guess I could use some company.”

[yarnandink]

I cannot be trusted with my own finances, and I don't care.

I am making a breathtakingly expensive impulse purchase thanks to the aforementioned Bernadette Banner video binge I dove into this weekend.

See, I was already contemplating investing in a refurbished antique sewing machine, once I've finally purchased my own home (along with a refurbished piano, but that's another matter altogether and will be subject to availability of space and soundproofing).

Antique because they're beautiful pieces of machinery, they're resilient tanks (especially compared to modern sewing machines with planned obsolescence) and it's easier for the sewist to regulate the speed to their own comfort and pace (also unlike the modern sewing machines I'm familiar with, which scare me more than a little).

And then I watched Bernadette's video about her mid-19th century chain stitch sewing machine and... I fell in love.

The beauty and resilience of the chain stitch, the simplicity of skipping a bobbin entirely, the compact size and the quietness of the device all really strongly appeal to me.

So I looked online on a whim, to try and get an idea of price, and... I found one.

Same maker, I suspect even the same model, with the original carrying case as well!

She's a little more worn and tarnished than the one Bernadette received for her video, and the timber carrying case is definitely going to need a lot of TLC, but she appears to be in working order!

Anyway, I was talking with a friend (who absolutely abdicated all attempts to dissuade me from this purchase), and realised I already knew this old beauty's name... Which pretty inevitably meant that I have to purchase her!

So, meet ✨️Emmeline✨️

Her seller lives in the same suburb where I commute to the office once a week, and has even agreed to drive to the block where I work to let me inspect and meet this lovely old lady after I finish work this coming Wednesday, before exchanging any funds.

And I am SO EXCITED!!!

[gaybae1021]

Spent way too much time thinking about a backstory for Shane, and ended up drawing a ton of it. Enjoy!

Shane grew up in a rough family. Not outright abusive, but his parents never really had concern for him outside of his basic needs. He spent as much time as he could out of the house with his friends. For the sake of simplicity ill call them John and Jane. They all grew up in the same neighborhood, and had similar parental issues, so stuck together closely. They had a bad reputation at school and often got into trouble with the law for petty teenage crimes, but despite all the strife they were thick as thieves.

The only family member he was close to was Marnie. He would usually spend the summers with her, and despite complaining about working on the ranch, he secretly appreciated that Marnie trusted him with responsibilities, since everyone back home considered him nothing but a trouble maker. After graduating high school he brought John and Jane to meet Marnie, and the three had a great summer there.

John and Jane had been dating since high school, but after graduation their relationship became more serious. Shane was not as lucky with love, but was still happy for his friends. Despite their rough upbringing, as they matured John and Jane wanted to make something of themselves, find some kind of stability. Shane honestly didn’t have that drive, but went along with it to stay close with his friends. They all found okay jobs in the city and pitched in to get a decent apartment together.

After a few years John and Jane tried to have a baby, but were unsuccessful. They asked Shane to be a donor. He was hesitant but eventually agreed, and the ensuing pregnancy was successful, with Jane giving birth to Jas. They made Shane her godfather, but all agreed telling her or their friends would be too complicated, so kept her bio relation to Shane secret.

After a few months in the apartment John and Jane felt it wasn’t the best environment to be raising a baby. They moved into a home of their own, forcing Shane to find new roommates. Though they kept in touch, he felt some bitterness that helping them have a baby had inadvertently pushed them away. That never translated to bitterness towards Jas though, he loved being her “cool uncle” figure.

It had been a few months since he’d seen them when he received a letter in the mail informing him that Jane and John had died in a car accident. They had left their house and custody of Jas to Shane. Shane was destroyed by the news, but knowing the only other option for Jas was John/Jane’s parents or foster care, he did his best to step up. Though with his mental state, his best was far from enough.

After a few months of missed mortgage payments, losing his job, and a large amount of money spent on alcohol, a case worker came knocking on his door, warning him that if the situation didn’t change, they would need to find another arrangement for Jas. Out of options, he reached out to Marnie, who agreed to take them in. Her stable position in the town was enough to reassure the case worker. They moved in with her, with Marnie agreeing to help with Jas financially provided Shane kept up on rent and got a job. But with many of the town businesses struggling as it was, the only place hiring was JojaMart. Despite being in a steady place, his grief and fear of failing with Jas took its toll on his mental health.

[earlysunshines]

when you kiss me heaven sighs

minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; fluff ; wc: 0.9k

synopsis: bad day but warm welcome to make it instantly amazing

a/n: happy birthday to the woman who is the reason i started this account and also the love of my life and um basically my everything :p

—

the day was a nightmare, one that you couldn’t wake up from.

your girlfriend had to leave early in the morning for a special meeting at work, so you were left to wake up alone and cold in the empty bed. waking up all puffy and groggy without sana’s breath tickling your neck ruined your mood, and your day could only get worse from here on out.

it did get worse.

on the way to work your tire popped, and because of that you were late to work. your boss is a pretty laid-back person, but it seemed like something had been troubling him with the way he scolded you for coming in thirty minutes past eight. after that nerve racking reprimanding, you walk back to your desk and just when you think things can’t get any worse—ryujin runs into you at the turn of the hall and spills her matcha latte all over you, your white shirt, and beige pants.

you tried to stay positive, but eventually gave up after having to work overtime.

because you can’t drive your own car at the moment, you had to resort to public transport—which, you didn’t really mind, but today it just had to be all full and overwhelming. your bag seems ten times heavier as you carry it while exiting the bus, and as soon as you take a step on the stairs leading to your floor; the bag is thirty times heavier than ever, almost dragging you down with.

somehow, you manage to make it to the apartment without falling over and collapsing. it surprises you that you’re able to scramble for your keys and open the door without another mishap happening today.

as soon as the door opens and you’re able to step inside, a pair of soft lips collides with your own clumsily, missing your own lips at first but soon shifting over to capture them fully. the familiar scent of roses and vanilla urges you to cup the cheeks of the person kissing you and give in to their contact, smiling into the warm welcome.

you pull away just barely to mutter a short “hi lovely” before sana kisses you again, wrapping her arms around your neck and filling your senses with her.

when she pulls away to give you a breather, you get a glimpse of her overjoyed expression and flushed cheeks. she closes in and pecks your lips—short and sweet—before pulling away again. this time her nose brushes against yours, she lingers close to your tired face.

“i missed you.” she mumbles, letting her hand roam down to the base of your neck.

“i missed you way more,” you say quietly, “you left me this morning.”

sana shakes her head, then pulls you into your shared home before you close the door behind you. she lets you set your bag down before taking your hand and pulling you over to the counter of the kitchen.

“i didn’t want to honey.” she defends with a frown. “that meeting was early and boring, i wanted to stay in bed with you. i didn’t see you the whole day because you had overtime too.”

as you lean against the marble, you pull her in by the waist before placing a chaste kiss on her jawline, then pulling away to take in her bare face. you tuck her hair behind her ear and smile at how adorable she looks, there’s something about her like this—something so beautiful in her simplicity.

“well, now we’re here—together.” you assure, “let me shower so we can cuddle and make up for that time we missed.”

“okay,” sana says before leaning in closer with a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “don’t take too long.”

“i won’t, trust me.” you respond before sana locks your lips together again. she pulls away one last time, fighting the urge just to sit there and make out with you. the way she stares at your lips blatantly makes you giggle. “you just can’t keep your lips off me, can you?”

“oh, so you don’t want me to kiss you anymore, is that what i’m hearing?”

“no, no, i never said that!” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “i really, really like your lips, baby. please don’t stop, and ppleeaasssee keep kissing me first thing after work. i had a really bad day.”

she laughs and looks down at the grassy, green stain on your white shirt and fiddles with the fabric of your collar. she smiles at you when she meets your face again.

“nice design,” she teases, “pretty unique, is it designer?”

you lift yourself off the counter and reach for her, letting your fingers graze her rib area and tickle her relentlessly. she attempts to push you off while tears threaten to leak through her pretty eyes, but you don’t let her win that easily.

your lips find their way on her neck and pepper feathery, ticklish pecks all over her soft skin while you continue to wiggle your fingers all over her ribs.

“s-stop! i’m sorry—y/n!” she laughs, voice getting high and airy while she uses her manicured hands to push you away. “s-stop! that tickles!”

you smile after seeing the small tear that leaves the corner of her eye and wipe it away with your thumb, then you kiss her forehead quickly as she recovers from your antics.

“you’re so annoying.” sana lies, shoving your shoulder with her palm playfully.

“you love me.”

“yes a lot,” she admits. “now go shower, i’m not kissing you until you do that.”

[tyudearyous]

[11.59 PM]

pairing : established relationship, producer! s.mg x producer! reader

warnings : nothing really, it's a short read, just fluffy overall

🎵 11.59 - jey ft goopy

...

"how long are you going to stay here?" you asked mingi while helping him with his song. it has been a few weeks since the both of you started to work on a project he had been excited about, since it would be his personal debut work. it has been years since he started producing and he has countless songs under his belt but never was those his personal work. it was always for someone else so, when his label gave him this opportunity, he was immediately hooked.

"mmm, just a little bit" mingi mutters, eyes completely locked to the screen. you stopped to gaze at him properly. he was wearing just a simple grey tee and he just recently bleached his hair silver. even with all the simplicity he is, song mingi is just beautiful to you. you couldn't help but smile and you brought your chair closer to him.

"hmm?" he stopped working momentarily and glanced at you. "nothing, just work" you said while playing with his silver locks. mingi loves it whenever you play with his hair. it's soothing and nice to him. his head slowly leaned to your touch while still focusing on his work. "silver suits you, minmin" you complimented him. his ears slowly adorned a rose color, blushing. "you prefer this or pink?" mingi asked you. "ouch, that's hard to pick!" you pouted before slapping his arms jokingly. "any color suits you honestly but i like it when your hair is slightly long, i can play with it" you continued playing with his hair.

"you wanna end work now?" mingi immediately rotated his chair to face you. you nodded and began turning off your workstation. mingi soon does the same and tidied up the workspace.

"can i drive today?" you asked. it was usually mingi who would drive home, just because but tonight, you wanted to drive. "you sure?" mingi asked while he put on his black coat. "yep, 100 percent" you replied while giving him the puppy eyes. he took a while before giving you a yes and giving you his car keys.

after tidying up everything, the two of you walked from the studio to the parking lot. "i'm gonna be busy next week" you stated. "huh? why?" he asked. "i have to take care of the recordings of rina's group" a pout slowly formed on his face. this didn't go unnoticed by you. adorable, you thought before pinching his cheeks which made a smile formed back to his face. "i'll still make time for you, don't worry about it my princess" you teased him and patted his head.

when the two of you arrived at the parking lot, you entered his car and he sat in the passenger seat. you adjusted the seat to make yourself comfortable. well, mingi is very tall, like VERY TALL while you were just average... so of course you didn't need as much leg space as he does. he looked at you doing this and started laughing. "what?" you stared at him while adjusting the seat. he held up the backrest, helping you adjust the seat. "it's just funny seeing you do all that because you're short" teased mingi. "excuse me!? i'm not that short, you're just too tall" you responded in a fake offended way. once you were comfortable, you started the car.

the entire drive was silent but comfortable with your playlist serenading the entire ride. mingi always let you play your playlist during drives like this and honestly, you love it. the fact that he always lets you do things you liked.

"it has been 4 years huh?" you muttered. it has been almost 4 years since when mingi got down to his knees asking for you to be his girlfriend in front of a convenience store. "yeah, 4 years since i embarrassed myself completely" you immediately laughed, remembering how he confessed. "i didn't expect you'll do that, genuinely" he chuckled. "at least i got you now" mingi mutters which made you blush slightly. you were grateful it was dark. if it wasn't, you'd look like a blushing mess.

after a 10 minute drive, you both arrived at your destination a.k.a mingi's apartment. you parked his car immediately and together you went to his unit together. when you got to his apartment, you immediately took off your shoes. "ouch... i shouldn't have used this..." you glanced at the back of your feet where a blister formed because of the ill fitting shoes you wore. "why?" mingi looked at you worriedly. "just a blister, get me some meds and plaster, it'll be okay" you hurriedly went to the couch to rest your feet.

mingi immediately brought the meds and started to tend your blisters. "i told you to change those shoes since a while ago" mingi frowned. "well, it was a gift so i had to be appreciative of it. oh come on stop frowning, i'll stop using it okay?" you cupped mingi's face. "don't use it again" he finished treating your blister. "thank you, minmin" you placed a kiss to his cheeks. he was still frowning but now his cheeks are slightly rosy. "don't make me worried you fool" he kissed you softly. you giggled and he smiled at your antics.

these type of moments are moments you dearly loved and held to. a night filled with each other's embrace and love. hopefully, these moments will last forever both for you and mingi.

[v-era-18]

Red Licorice (Scream X Black! Reader)

Chapter Twelve: House Party 

Rockwell - Somebody's Watching Me (Official Music Video)

“As if you know what she wants” - Stu Macher  

12

The stars played hide and seek with the moon beyond the clouds from the window of Randy’s beat up Chevy impala. (Y/n) grew nervous tucking some strands of hair behind her ear, thinking–praying for some topic to emerge at the top of her noggin to say to Randy. The boy had been awfully quiet besides the brief conversation they had when he picked her up. (Y/n) thought she did a good job with the three hours she had to get ready, she even applied a little bit of makeup to enhance her eyelashes and full lips with a little shine. It was worth it in her books, the male seemed to short circuit with her appearance, she had never seen the boy so red. 

So if it wasn't the way she looked, then why wasn't he speaking to her?

Maybe he's nervous too?

It was a shame really, the girl wanted him to make the first move on her like he did earlier at Blockbuster. She didn't like expressing herself first in case she got shot down, but Randy was going to keep his eyes on the road against her desires, so she had no choice. 

“What movies did you bring, Ran? Any that'll make the crowd pee their pants?” It was only after (Y/n) spoke did she cringe at how sweet her voice sounded at the moment. Was this her voice when flirting? She needed to work on that. 

“Huh?” The boy's eyes moved over to her then quickly went back on the road nervously, his fingers twitching on the wheel. 

“The movie you brought for the party?” The girl repeats softly, “Y-you know you were asked to bring movies to entertain everyone! I know you do a good job, they rehired you at the Blockbuster for a reason, they can’t get rid of their favorite employee that easily.” 

The girl felt her face grow warm.She was rambling without reason at this point. Glancing at the boy next to her, (Y/N) expected a laugh or possibly a smart retort. A frown quickly made its way onto her lips whilst witnessing the brunet male purse his lips in deep thought. 

“Something wrong Randy?” 

The male jumped slightly before shaking his head, “No! No! I was just…” he trailed off looking at the girl in the front seat in worry about the events from earlier that evening plaguing his mind on loop. Randy was many things, but he didn't consider himself a fool.  

The male had taken Billy and Stu’s warning seriously. He'd been thinking about the past couple of days– months he was around the two males and their sudden display of attraction towards (Y/N) made him weary. Especially Billy, who was now on the police's radar for possibly being a murder suspect. 

Simplicity. Simplicity is what fuels the drive for murder in the first place; Affair, money, humiliation, anger, jealousy,etc.  

Hence why it shouldn’t give Billy too much reason to leave his body in a ditch on the outskirts of Woodsboro without deeper meaning. If Randy was to take things further with his crush on the way to the party it was good enough reason for him to stop breathing within the other male's grasp. 

His mind was going a thousand miles per hour, the girl next to him was……entrancing. The minute (Y/n) walked out of her house the male had the urge to devote his time and soul in any way possible to her. Her hair was in silky threads that rested along her mid back, and boy did he want to find out if it was as soft as it looked. Not even mentioning her cropped t-shirt and shorts that she had worn was only the tip of the iceberg. The smell that waved through the car, had caused a problem to stir within his nether regions as well. She smelled heavenly. The best comparison Randy could compare to her was a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls from the oven, reminding him of a harsh winter within his home to soothe his nerves. 

Various imagery followed after the smell. Him, coming home from a long day at work to greet her and three little snot nosed kids. Her in the kitchen baking said sweet treats while kissing his cheek in greeting. Lots, and lots, and lots of sex. 

However, other than the impending threats from Billy and Stu that were holding him back a familiar face would pop up into his mind here and there. One girl who would have considered his first love. The one sided aspect that led him to look towards the girl he was friends with and grew attached to. 

Randy knew how terrible it was to out her and to think about Sidney in this moment when there was a perfect girl next to him that checked off all his boxes pertaining to what he wanted in a significant other. But his mind kept on traveling back to what the girl would think if they started dating, how her expression of him would change. 

Did he honestly want to even care about all of this after she still chose to go out with Billy after many warning signs that were there? Not to mention the fact Billy seemed dangerous after the police investigation, he seemed to grow more worried each day about the two girls. 

If he was being honest with himself, he did start to grow more concerned for Sidney more than (Y/n). Only because within the deep recess of his soul did he believe that Billy would dare to lay a finger on (Y/n) in opposition to Sidney. Or he was coming up with an excuse to make himself feel better for having feelings for two girls at the same time. 

Don't get him wrong, Randy wanted to get rid of his feelings for Sidney if it meant he could be with (Y/n). But after the confrontation in the Blockbuster this afternoon, was it really worth it? 

Randy turned down another street before taking another glance at the beautiful brown skinned girl looking through the front windshield at the night sky patiently waiting for his answer. His eyes traveled down to her lips before feeling his stomach twist in knots. 

“I'm worried about the party tonight.” It wasn't the full truth, but it was partly the reason. 

“Oh,” (Y/n) breathed, she looked back towards the male taking in his uneasy expression, “Is it your first party as well?” 

He grimaced, “You could say that, I mean who often invites Randy Meeks to these things? Often I'm invited to a small gathering or a birthday party. Not one of these parties.”  To lighten up the mood he offered a small smile which she returned, “Plus too many horror movie scenarios happen at a party, specifically a house party.” 

(Y/n) snorted and pushed the male lightly, “Thank you so much for easing my nerves,” 

Randy laughed, “I wouldn't worry about the killer getting the both of us,” He shoved her back, “We’re both virgins we’re immune to dying-” 

“Oh my god,” She wheezed.

“Come on think about it,” He insisted, “I would get killed if I wasn't a virgin and simply acted as the scholar and knew so much vital information that they would just kill me.” He turned down another road at a stop sign, “You on the other hand-”

“Let me guess,” She rolled her eyes, “The token–-”

“No!” The car jolted to a stop letting the girl let out a surprised scream at Randy's actions. It was a good thing there weren't any cars in sight for a few miles, or they possibly would've had an accident on their hands. It didn't make things any better since it was dark out, not a street light in sight so far. 

“What the hell Randy?!” 

“Don't you EVER say that about yourself again! Do you know how insulting that is? What you were about to say about yourself?!” 

(Y/n)’s eyes widened at his tone. Was he honestly so upset at the fact she referenced herself as a Token Black character? Everyone knew it was simply something that happened a lot in hollywood horror films. It was a part of the formula that was implemented unfortunately. It was extremely rare that an African American individual would survive in a horror movie. Although based on statistics and common sense, her race was most likely to survive in those instances knowing they wouldn't walk towards danger in the first place. 

It's honestly a stereotype that brings them towards death, or simply their fate of being in a horror movie in the first place. 

“Randy it happens all the time-“

“Just because it happens all the time doesn’t mean you should expect it for yourself,” Randy frowned, “You could be the final girl and not even know it.” 

The girl chuckled in disbelief, “The final girl, the moment I achieve that is the moment I believe anything is possible within the world.” 

She quieted down for a moment, actually considering the boy's words. To be a Final girl was a multitude of things, bravery, perseverance, and most importantly survival. One thing she doesn't want to take for granted. Thinking back to the phone call from earlier, the killer was trying so desperately for her to not show up to the house party with her friends. Obviously planning to kill her or something more sinister. However there was a nagging in the back of her mind that she was missing something..something that would tilt the case on its axis. 

Randy started up the car again and resumed the drive, causing the girl to remove herself from her thoughts before speaking them. 

“Hey Randy?” 

“Hm?”

“Have you ever thought of a reason why someone would want to kill me or Sid?” (Y/n) whispered softly, she began to pick at the hem of her shorts picking at the frayed edges. “I know I might not be the nicest person but-”

“No I honestly don't, for you at least,” Randy frowned looking down the aimless road lost in thought, “Sidney on the other hand–”

“Sid? What could Sid have done to warrant this?” 

The movie fanatic smacked his lips before glowering, “Not her really, more as revenge for her mom maybe.” 

(Y/n) wanted to ask what the boy ment, but upon seeing his expression, she decided against it. 

~ ☿ ~

“Alright, one more time to make sure we have everything settled.” Billy pointed to the paper laid out on Stus desk in his room. 

Stu sat along his wooden upholstered bed staring at his partner as he continued to walk through the sequence a final time to make sure there was no confusion. Many nights in this very room were spent planning their greatest heist tonight. Even a year ago he could remember the night getting all the materials together before sneaking off late into the night on a bike rather than his car to avoid suspicion. Back then he could remember the thrill, the achievement of various killings he'd seen so often within the horror genre. 

It was an hour before the party and the two boys had to make sure there were no loopholes in their plan for tonight since the other one was a flop. After all, another complication with (Y/n) being at the scene of the crime again, they were required to come up with a plan to work around this unique obstacle. 

It also didn't help that the girl hung up on Stu earlier on the phone. The main priority was to have a final effort to scare (Y/n) from attending the party in the first place, however, due to thinking it was a tactic to get her home alone sent her with the next best option being with a crowd. Hence giving her further reason to attend. Honestly the boys were impressed with their Final Girl–however the last line of her ‘making out with someone’ sent them into overdrive. 

It took Billy over an hour to cool Stu off. Even now he struggles to get the imagery of his girl kissing some jackass. 

But right now they couldn't think about that. Tonight was the prime opportunity they had to get things right; the anniversary of Maureen Precott’s death, the night Billy and Stu successfully committed their first murder. A perfect night where revenge was achieved. 

Or so Stu thought. 

As Billy walked through the plans for the night Stu couldn't help but think of the many scenarios taking place in the past two incidents, the Prescott home as well as the bathroom at the school. Two times where they had failed to kill Sidney. 

More importantly the fact they risked (Y/n)’s safety for revenge on the Prescott family. 

Even though Stu did want his significant other to be happy in the long run and to achieve recompense for the emotional trauma he's been through, the main source of it was gone. Mareen was already buried six feet under their hands. What did Sidney and Mr. Prescott have to do with him?

He understood the whole perfect family dynamic, and wanted to destroy it just as the unfaithful wife had done to his family, but Sidney had already lost her mother and Neil his wife. What could be more damaging than that?

If anything, after the reveal from Neil’s involvement in the (L/n) case, (Y/n) had more of a reason to conduct murder than he did.

Stu felt his face growing warm, and his insides starting to boil at the thought of the grown man downstairs. His knowledge is what drove him to want to complete the plan to avenge his final girl–but what if it fails?

What if it's not truly worth it in the end?

What if he isn't satisfied?

“Stu!” Billy growled, he waved a hand in his partner’s face for good measure, “What the fuck is wrong with you? We have an hour to make sure everything's right, where is your head right now?”

Stu breathed before shaking his head, “What if this doesn't work out the way we want it to?”

Loomis paused, letting the question sink in, “What?”

“L-Lets think about this for a second, “The male murmured softly, “Maureen is already dead, the main cause of your suffering–the bitch that separated your parents in the first place. Sidney and Neil had nothing to do with it, and now we're trying to murder them just to finish off the whole family because some prick said it would be best if we did?”

Stu wandered over to the layout, looking down at the phone number of the man who first talked to Billy two years ago, providing him with a tape of his father sleeping with Maureen in the first place. Something about it was too calculated, too planned, he wanted Billy to see it of course–but why? And why help the male plan a murder so precisely without helping them get the job done as well. 

What was their motive? And why hasn't Stu been given a name as two who the male was who told Billy in the first place. 

Billy was smarter than this. Stu knew he was, he could see it now—a bit late but he could. There were too many holes, this plan could fail and land the two of them in jail. To never see (Y/n) again. 

Stu was already starting to feel the guilt seeping in of him killing Casey, the only other female she really trusted other than Billy and himself. For her to find out who murdered her, and to find out of them doing everything that they did would crush her. 

This wasn't going to end well, even with them possibly taking it to their graves. 

Billy glowered at the taller male in response, “You backing out on me?” 

Macher rolled his eyes, “I want you to think. Is this honestly what you want? Or is it what he wants?” 

Loomise seemed to pause for a moment, exactly what his partner wanted him to do and think–however a certain halloween flashed through the male's mind erasing all sense of clarity Stu might have brought to the surface. Maybe if he had mentioned it from a different approach, asked him what (Y/n) would think if she found out what they were doing? Then maybe Billy would've thought about it a little bit more. 

It would have remembered the customized candy pail the girl had made him that Hallooween night rather than the yells and screams of his parents through their bedroom door. 

Yeah, if only that image of the pail came into view. Maybe he would have focused on the more important aspect in his life. 

“This is what I want! I want to see that family six feet under–just like that bitch who destroyed my life! And who could possibly destroy someone else's…” Billy’s eyes were glossed over, frustration rising. 

He remembered the tape from the stranger, the imagery of his father leading the married woman up the steps of the hotel before entering the room and not walking out till hours later. Remembering the day he confirmed the reason he was abandoned by his mother for an affair. Of him remembering the morning he woke up and looked around the home with no crevice of his mother in sight other than the picture lines along the house's walls. He remembered the yelling , screams, and words tossed between father and son of who was truly at fault. Apparently it was him, his mother left because she couldn't bear to love the spawn of the man who chose to lay next to married woman. 

Billy called bullshit. 

That women needed to learn to keep their legs closed to married men. The bitch was walking around sleeping around with men in town like some prostitute desperate to feed herself. What a fucking joke to the loving environment she had at home; a well off husband, a daughter who stays out of trouble, and a fully furnached home that anyone would love to have. But no, she wasn't satisfied, she needed the company of other men within the town to satisfy what her husband couldn't give her away on his trips. 

And look where it got her. 

“I'm doing this, because I want them to understand,” The boys tone was resentful, malice dripping through each octave dropped, sending chills down Stu’s spine, “I want that bitch to watch from hell as I take the very last two people she seemed to give a fuck about off this earth to stand before her and cast their jugdement. I want them to revel and shake with the understanding it was that whores fault their in this predicament in the first place!” 

Billy stepped closer to Stu trapping him between the desk, “I want the whole Prescott family to lose everything just as I did. Except with their lives,” He laughed bitterly, “If that mother fucker is using me to get rid of em’ them so be it! As long as (Y/n) isn't touched or involved then I honestly dont give a fuck.”

With that Billy turns making way towards the door, he pauses for a minute before looking back at Stu, his eyes holding something that couldn't be picked up from a distance. 

“I love you both. Please remember that, after tonight, no more killing just the three of us.” He paused for a beat before leaving making way down the hall then down the stairs. 

Stu let go of the breath he was holding, his form shook lightly-chills running up and down his spine. Two emotions mingled together in the most unruly of ways; fear and lust. 

Although he loved his partner one thing was abundantly clear. 

He couldn't tell him what Maureen and Neil Prescott had done that night. 

~ ☿ ~

Dewy’s Jeep Cherokee makes its way down the long winding road, the headlights illuminating the thick forest lining along each side. The sun had set a while ago after the girls had gotten ready at the Riley home. The girls and male stayed daily silent for the most part, enjoying the old school radio for they were still tense for the day as well as a brief disagreement between Mrs Riley and Tatum. Dewey could still see the disappointment on his mothers face when confronting his little sister. Sure he didn't agree with anything she did, however it didn't mean the scolding was needed to rub salt into the wound. 

It was just a blessing within itself that the woman let them outside of the home. 

Stu Macher's house stood within all its glory in the clearing. Sometimes Sidney couldn't get over how big and grand the house looked within the clearing with no neighbors for a few miles. It was nice and secluded with a two story, old and rustic holding history that she knew would hold great value in the future if sold. Now she could see a few cars lined along the street with a couple of rowdy teens entering and exiting the premises. It was packed with students, some already seemed to be pregaming along the lawn based on the laughter and wild antics. 

Dewey stopped behind the bushes, making sure the girls wouldn't get too embarrassed of them getting out of the car in case anyone recognized him from being on the school premises that morning. 

“Alright, you girls have fun,” Dewey smiled, “Not too much fun or I’ll bust ya.” The joke came off flat as he took in the two girls' expressions. Of course it's not as funny when you have your older brother as a cop and he literally had sirens on top of his vehicle ready to be lit up. 

Sidney giggled nonetheless, and let out a soft ‘bye’ in thanks for dropping them off.

“Bye Sid.” Something twisted in his gut as he watched his sister run inside without saying goodbye. An off feeling settling within his gut, instead of dwelling on it, he opted for this feeling as him being hungry or out of place. 

Entering into the home, Tatum and Sid made their way through the crowds of teens drinking and dancing. Several of them shout greetings as they display their spoils for the party. Making way past the living room the stereo blares along with the TV of the news talking about the killings happening the past few days. 

Making way into the kitchen, Tatum put on her best award winning smile, “Caterre’s here!” She hoisted up the display of items. The smile faltered seeing her ‘boyfriend’ Stu, holding up a funnel for the guys to drink beer from. It was obvious he was trying to be a good host but she couldn't help but let the comment slip from her lips, “Very Mature.” 

Stu glazed over locking eyes with the strawberry blonde before looking back to the brunette, “Where you guys been? We had to start without you?”

Tatum frowned, sitting the snacks on the counter, “Uh a bit of a mishap, but we're here, that's the most important thing.” She turned back to him trying again with one of her smiles, trying to ease her worries for the night. Her mothers words were itching at the back of her head about everything, and as a stubborn girl in love she refused to listen. Her mother’s situations in the past did not equate to hers. It didn't have to. “Did we miss anything?” 

Joshua, who was leaning on the other side of the counter supporting his other drunk lineback Nathan shook his head, “Other than half of our team getting wasted with this damn beer funnel— Not much,” He led his teammate over to one of the chairs to sit him down. “All we were missing was the snack and entertainment.” 

Marcus, a familiar face in one of (Y/n)’s classes, next in line for the funnel snorted, “As if watching those two chicks going topless in the backyard wasn't entertainment, I dunno what is?”

Sidney looked back into the living room and frowned, “Speaking of entertainment, where's Randy? Isn't he the one providing the movies for tonight?” At the invitation of the party earlier that evening Stu had mentioned Randy bringing the movies to provide entertainment. She really went there for all the drinking and crazy fanatics, more or so to get her mind off the fact Cotton Weary was on trial, and the fact a killer was still at large trying to murder her. 

The sheer mention of the male's name and his whereabouts set Stu on edge, not only was the girl late but Meeks was as well. Randy was supposed to provide the movies but was supposed to pick up (Y/n) as well. He and Billy specifically said no detours. And that's what he better not have taken. It wasn't like the two of them to be late in the slightest, the male had better have a good excuse as to why. 

Joshua turned back to Stu with a cocked eyebrow, “Didn't you say Meeks was picking up (Y/n) earlier?” 

The question seemed to make the males in the kitchen whoop and holler, causing Sidney to immediately frown. She already knew where this was going. And by the look of Stu’s face he wasn't in the mood. 

“Guess Meeks getting lucky tonight, never knew he had it in em’!” 

“Can you blame him? (Y/n) has been a riot this whole week! Did you not see her Wednesday? I swear I saw a cheek peakin’ underneath-” 

“You talkin’ about her ass? Did you not see her tits? I could fit my whole hand-” 

The last boy, Carter, Sidney thinks his name was, didn't get to finish, Stu had him held against the nearest cabinet, face flushed red in anger. The two girls audibly gasped, they had never seen the male so angry before. 

“Finish that sentence-I dare you. You'll get thrown out on the lawn faster than getting kicked off the team your sophomore year.”  Stu promised. 

Carter shook for a minute underneath the male's stare, but tried to hold a brave face. “Oh come on! You're going to get mad at us for talking that same way you did with that blonde bitch you were dating?” He leaned his head closer in a challenge, a smirk emerging on his lips finding the situation comical. “You know she won't give you a chance now. You might as well let one of us get the job done, I’ll do you a favor and let you know how good she was-” 

A punch was thrown, a crack was heard and the kitchen grew silent in comparison to the exciting atmosphere in the other rooms. The beer funnel long forgotten along with the others in the room, Stu went to grab for the male he just punched enraged only for Marcus to get in the way. 

“Wait! Hold on! Chill man, he's got the idea!” Marcus held his hands up in surrender, “Lets just calm down-”

“Get him home.” Stu said coldly. 

Marcus nodded rapidly, picking up his friend the best he could before rushing out of the kitchen. 

The room was still for a moment before the male glanced over to the other males making snide comments about his girl earlier. They all shifted on their feet before slowly deciding to disperse from the kitchen, all except Josh. Who seems to have a disappointed look on his features. 

“What?” Stu bit out, going to the fridge to get another drink.

The darker skinned male shook his head in disappointment, “You know (Y/n) would have not approved of what you just did, just now.” After growing up beside each other for so long, Joshua had seen Billy and Stu come and go from the (L/N) residence. Of course he had played and conversed with them before and knew how strong their bonds once were, and after reading the paper this morning he knew how deeply their feelings ran with one another. 

Joshua took a look over at Tatum who seemed frozen in place, no doubt running the scenario several times in her head as to what her alleged boyfriend had just done. He didn't like the girl, and neither did his girlfriend Autumn. So honestly what was he to care  if Stu just dumped the girl right now. 

She lost his sympathy the moment she showed her behind to the whole school this morning. Where the hell was (Y/Ny/n)’s apology for everything she put her through? Matter a fact Casey’s for fucking her boyfriend? 

Joshua had to admit, girls were a lot more dangerous and cunning than they led others to believe. He didn't want to get on any of their bad slides. 

Stu took a long swig of his drink for the first time that night, and glared at him, “As if you know what she wants,” He looked back down at the sink, sulking his shoulders a bit, so subtle if you where watching you wouldn't have noticed, “Sometimes I don't even know nowadays..”

Sidney frowned, watching the unhealthy display in front of her. She was pretty sure this was the first time she was seeing Stu, decomposed. And judging by Tatum's reaction, it was her first time as well. Just what was going on through the male's head?  

Just as she was about to say something, voices from the entrance cut her off. 

“Your Blockbuster certified horror freaks have arrived!” 

Stu’s head shot up at the sound of (Y/n)’s voice, his eyes gleaming with unshared emotion. 

Randy was the first one recognized into the living room, teens crowding around him as he smiled holding the films by the bags before placing them by the tv to be sorted through later. They could hear the many questions on what films the Blockbuster Employee had brought them, and by the look of his smirk they could tell he reserved the rest for the party. 

Then they all saw her. 

Walking through the corridor was (Y/n) taking the male's breath away. Stu could count on his hand the amount of times (Y/n) silk pressed her hair and it wasn't many. The first thing he noticed was how it rested along her mid back, how soft it looked and bouncy. Next was the clothes she was wearing, a cropped loose old sports tee along with cute short shorts, with mid calf socks with her sneakers. Her lips were plump and had shimmery lip gloss. And from the looks of her he knew she had to have smelled good from how the other males in the room hovered over her. 

Vanilla extract with light dabs of shea butter. 

Her signature. Even when Stu wasn't around he could still smell it. The fragrance ingrained into his very being. 

Stu felt like his mind was spinning; love, lust, and obsession was clouding his senses within the mere moment of her appearance. She would choose tonight to tease him some more, did his warning as a killer not strike something within her? Fear for her life? 

His eyes darkened momentarily as he watched her bend down to grab one of the tapes from the bags, lifting what seemed to be Friday The 13th. The guy from earlier was right no matter how much he wanted to deny it; she had a nice ass.  Her thighs complimented her nicely as well, not to mention the way her hair moved in each direction her hair went. 

A little halo of silky threads that should be laid across his pillow upstairs as he pounds himself into her. 

Why? Why did she choose tonight to torment him? He was losing focus on the plan already, and if Billy sees her–he might not have as much restraint as he does at the current moment. 

Never has his Final Girl made him so….vulnerable before. 

“Stu–” 

(Y/n) turned her head in his direction, seeming to smile at him, his heart started to thump louder. Maybe hope isn't lost after all, maybe he could steer away from the party for a few minutes and indulge in her precise and genuinely apologize for everything the past few months. He would do anything for her attention to be on him again–to simply utter her name utter her sweet soft lips–

“Stu!” 

The said boy snapped his head to the side, being met with a red faced strawberry blonde girl. He clenched his teeth together and regained his bearings, trying his hardest to ignore the giggles and laughs of his precious (Y/n) in the second room. He had forgotten that Tatums and Sidney had never left the kitchen, and were simply watching him the whole time. 

Another giggle from the mouth he wanted to smash his against emerged from the living room. If he didn't know any better it would be best not to draw anymore attention to himself than he already has, the last thing he wanted the blonde to do was address the problem beginning to spring down his nether regions. 

Pushing his thoughts away he zeroed back in for a distraction before the plan. 

“Yeah?” 

“Would you mind helping out with the food and drinks? Me and Sid aren't doing all the work,” Riley huffed gesturing towards the bags in the kitchen. Slowly approaching, she placed a hand on the male's arm trying to angle him from the entrance to the living room, away from the girl's line of sight, “Maybe that would give you enough time to…cool down. We don't want our host to be bent out of sorts now do we?” 

Stu thought about it for a moment before tossing on another persona to play host once more, “Yeah no problem.” 

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A new start (Ruin it pt. 5)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x reporter! Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You and max were always teasing each other and over the years it turned into a huge sexual tension, until the fights of all the years and the accumulated lust turned into one long night of great sex.

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The days in Mykonos passed in a blur of sunshine, laughter, and exploration.

Max and I continued to enjoy each other's company as friends, and we made the most of our time on the picturesque island.

This morning we decided to rent a small boat to explore the crystal-clear waters of the Aegean Sea.

As we sailed along the coast we couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom and adventure, it was moments like these that reminded us of why we were drawn to each other in the first place.

“This is amazing, just you, me, and the open sea.”

“It really is. It's moments like this that make me forget about all the complications.”

“Sometimes, simplicity is the answer to life's complexities.”

We anchored the boat in a secluded cove where the water was a brilliant shade of turquoise.

We spent hours swimming, snorkeling

and exploring the underwater world. It was a chance to escape from the world's pressures and simply be in the moment.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, we reluctantly returned to the shore.

We knew that our time in Mykonos was coming to an end and the real world awaited us with all the challenges.

That evening, we shared a quiet dinner at a charming seaside restaurant.

The atmosphere was serene, with soft candlelight casting a warm glow on our faces.

“Max.” I called him as we were looking at the stars in silence. “I've had an incredible time here with you. It's been like a dream so thank you.

“It has been for me too. Mykonos brought us closer and I'm grateful for that.

“I know can't deny the connection we have, Max, It's special and I know I said we should just be friends for now but I don’t want to just be your friend.” He got closer to me. “I want to be the one cheering for you when you win a race and to be the one who comforts you when you have a bad one. I want to kiss you in front of everyone and to be your partner in life.”

“I want you to be all of this too.” He says and comes closer to me. “No matter what happens, I want you to know that I'll always be here for you.“

“And I'll be here for you too, Max.”

In that moment, we didn't need to say anything more. He kissed me and then turn me around so he could hug me from behind and then we spent a few hour there just enjoying each other’s company.

The next morning we packed our bags and prepared to leave Mykonos. Our time on the island had been a beautiful escape but reality awaited us. We knew that the challenges ahead of us wouldn't be easy but we were both willing to face them, whatever the future held.

As we boarded the plane back home we looked out of the window one last time at the sun-kissed beaches and azure waters of Mykonos. As we landed in Monaco, Max invited me to sleep at his house as we arrived late and I was too tired to drive home so here we are at his apartment.

When we entered, we were greeted by his cats who came excitedly to welcome their owner.

"You can take a shower in the bathroom of my room if you want, I'll bring you a towel in a bit."

"All right, thanks." I went towards the room he had pointed out and got into the shower.

I took off my clothes, tied up my hair and stepped into the shower. When I felt the hot water on me, my body relaxed.

Then I heard the door open and Max came in holding a towel.

"I'll leave the towel here." He says and just as he's about to leave the bathroom I call out to him. "Yes?"

"Wanna join?" He smiled and started to take off his clothes.

We were too tired for sex so we just had a relaxing shower before going to bed.

Bonus scene!

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A list of the names would be extra helpful, too! Thank you so so much 😖 I want to vibe to the soundtrack while drawing the characters

here!:

Cipher2 by Kevin MacLeod

Wallpaper by Kevin MacLeod

Fluffing a Duck Kevin MacLeod

Silly Fun by Kevin MacLeod

Meatball Parade by Kevin MacLeod

Lobby Time by Kevin MacLeod

Old Key by Loyalty Freak Music

Once More With You by Loyalty Freak Music

Can’t Stop My Feet! by Loyalty Freak Music

Lazy Day by Sakura Girl

Motivation by Sakura Girl

Maybe by Sakura Girl

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Peach by Sakura Girl

Beach by Sakura Girl

Forest Walk by Alexander Nakarada

Bye, Bye Brain! by Alexander Nakarada

The Lone Wolf by Alexander Nakarada

Fast Feel Banana Peel by Alexander Nakarada

Adventure by Alexander Nakarada

Battle Metal by Alexander Nakarada

Creative Technology Showreel by Ivan Ohanezov (Pumpupthemind)

Tranquility Lullaby by Ivan Ohanezov (Pumpupthemind)

Dance of The Molecules by Ivan Ohanezov (Pumpupthemind)

Horror Background Ambience by DELOSound

Happy Cooking by GoldenSoundLabs

Wiggle Until You Giggle by GoldenSoundLabs

Fun Times With The Guys by GoldenSoundLabs

Who Ate The Cookies by GoldenSoundLabs

Cubs, Puppies, and Kittens by GoldenSoundLabs

Creepy Story by GoldenSoundLabs

Sleepy Time Again by GoldenSoundLabs

Naps Are Fun! by GoldenSoundLabs

Tears Like Rain by GoldenSoundLabs

Jazzy Baby by GoldenSoundLabs

Happy Hustle by GoldenSoundLabs

A Beautiful Plan by GoldenSoundLabs

A Really Fun Time by GoldenSoundLabs

Morning Fog by GoldenSoundLabs

Baby Smile by Samuel Lee (angel4leon)

Run with the Robot by Samuel Lee (angel4leon)

Bright and Playful Tune by UNIVERSFIELD

Sonder by Purrple Cat

Garage by Monplaisir

Brotherhood by Monplaisir

Burst by INOSSI

Echo Blues Effect by Anonymous420

Surf by MusicbyAden

Take Me Higher by Jahzzar

Siesta by Jahzzar

Forever Young by AudioCoffee

Summer Sport by AudioCoffee

Cheerful Whistling by Free Music

Cherry Metal by Arthur Vyncke

Glow by Scott Buckley

Jul by Scott Buckley

In Dreams by Scott Buckley

I Walk With Ghosts by Scott Buckley

At The End Of All Things by Scott Buckley

Reverie by Scott Buckley

Simplicity by Scott Buckley

Moonlight by Scott Buckley

Childhood by Scott Buckley

Felicity by Scott Buckley

Simplicity by Scott Buckley

The Things That Keep Us Here by Scott Buckley

Ice Cream by Scott Buckley

The Long Way Home by Scott Buckley

Midvinter by Scott Buckley

Life In Silico by Scott Buckley

Starry Sky by Verbovets

Moonset by Verbovets

Melancholic Ending by Soft and Furious

Post Yes by Soft and Furious

Self Confidence - Energetic Rock Guitar Background Music by Royalty_Free_Audio

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Relaxing Birds and piano music by InnerTune

Happy and Upbeat by Alex_MakeMusic

Indie Pop Rock by Alex_MakeMusic

Driving by Alex_MakeMusic

Drive It by Alex_MakeMusic

Clash of Ideas by Alex_MakeMusic

Feel Good by Alex_MakeMusic

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Uplifting Positive Day by Alex_MakeMusic

Positive by Alex_MakeMusic

Upbeat Happy Fun Rock by INPLUSMUSIC

Happy Upbeat Music by INPLUSMUSIC

Keep On by Isaiah Mathew

Fighting spirit by nojisuma

Draw a large circle by nojisuma

Epic recovery by nojisuma

Power by nojisuma

Danger zone by nojisuma

Miracles don't happen. by nojisuma

Welcome to the beautiful world. by nojisuma

Behind you. by nojisuma

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淡い空 Pale_Sky by nojisuma

追憶 Recollection by nojisuma

Book by nojisuma

何も持てない I can't hold anything. by nojisuma

Factory area by nojisuma

地底 Depths _of _The_Earth by nojisuma Music source

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Merry Christmas! I have a question kinda out of nowhere, but what if Spider in Cabin was bitten by a spider and became Spider-man at the age of let's say 13/14? What would Quaritch's reaction be if he found out and would the powers help Spider in Cabin in any way?

Hello! Sorry this took me so long to get to. I really don’t have an excuse for it. I’m a big comic book fan and I like Spider-man so I’ve got plenty of ideas.

So Spider-Man’s abilities are, extra strength, agility, durability and of course his Spidie sense. For simplicity I’m going to leave it at that. There’s hundreds of different Spider people with some more unique abilities like Miles Morales with his electric shocks.

Finding out someone you love is a super hero is always going to be shocking but Quaritch isn’t totally surprised. He’s got a really good kid. Of course he’d use his powers to help people. In this au I doubt Quaritch would take him to the cabin. Spider does too much good to take him away. He’d only do it if Spider brutally lost a fight. Then he’s taking him and throwing away the key to keep him safe. Spider would be figuratively and literally clawing at the walls. Quaritch would put some ridiculously heavy ankle and wrist weights on him to keep him in place. Maybe he even gets himself some tech from someone like Doc. Oc to better deal with his super son. (I just finished Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man so I’m thinking of Doc. Oc as a weapons dealer like in that show)

Thinking about this though I’m thinking of Quaritch becoming something like a Kingpin figure. Controlling the streets through fear and violence but still controlling them, keeping the truly bad stuff away so that Spider can beat up on harmless petty thieves. Maybe once he’s amassed enough power and wealth he uses it to bully a judge into giving him back custody of Spider. By this point Spider knows his dad in a mob boss and wants nothing to do with him. In fact he wants to catch him in the act and put him in jail. Quaritch lays all the cards on the table when he brings his son home. “I know your Spider -Man and you know I’m the Kingpin. So let’s have a talk. I’ll show y’a how I’ve been helpin’ y’a this whole time.”

For a little bit Spider falls under his dad’s spell. He likes having a family and a stable home. Quaritch gives him money to upgrade his suit. And Spider does see that his dad’s tactics do put some really bad people in jail. Life is good. Until Quaritch shows his true colors. He’s also funding some of the villains they’ve put away, sending them to destroy under served communities to drive out the people living there, freeing up cheap real estate that he can swoop in and buy. He’s going to gentrify the areas, in his mind driving out the riff raf, making their city a better place. Spider is horrified, “you’re destroying people’s lives!”

“I’m improving their miserable lives.”

“And making millions in the process.”

“And? So what! I use my fortune improvin’ this city. Your just too naïve to see that. You think only in black and white. Good and evil. But shit gets done in the gray. Faster y’a learn that, the better you’ll be.”

Spider fights to bring him down. It’s a rough battle but in the end Quaritch can’t take down his own son.

Spider watches as his dad is taken away by police, “just you wait. I’ll be out before y’a know it. Fight it all y’a want but I’ll show y’a. You can’t stop progress. You can’t stop me.”

I’ll end it there but if you have any more ideas I’d be happy to hear them! Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoyed! 💙