#but before we went in I pointed out to her there was a Mario and Princess Peach in a Claw Machine in the arcade
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Do you guys have anyone in your lives who’s a natural at Claw Machines? I know there are people out there who like learn or get them and know how to get what they want, like it’s a skill thing they learned right?
But my 5 year old niece has literally never lost one
#Granted it's taken 2-3 tries every time#But STILL???#She's FIVE???#Insane#We took her to the movies for the first time today (she did not sit through the entire movie)#but before we went in I pointed out to her there was a Mario and Princess Peach in a Claw Machine in the arcade#And she said 'I have to save her!'#Then after she and my dad left the theater because she was restless they played in the Arcade until the movie was over#And she GOT PEACH OUT OF THE MACHINE#My dad says the first thing she said when she got Peach was 'Em's going to Freak Out'#And it's TRUE I did#She's so cool guys I cannot explain to you how cool my niece is#We took her bike shopping yesterday#And she picked this LOL Surprise Turquoise thing with stickers and glittery pink basket#And then wanted a helmet to match so we went to look at Helmets of course#And she grabs this like. Toxic Green spiked thing covered in dinosaurs#It was called the Radasaurus#She's SO cool#I have so much genuine respect for this toddler she's honestly super cool and funny??#No one tells you how honest to god cool kids are#Yes she did scream her head off over Pawpaw popping her balloon on accident today#But she also identified the location we were talking about by the water tower near by#She's SO smart and SO funny and SO cool#It's 3am and I am bragging about my very cool niece#As she deserves
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drew and actress!reader play the vanity fair game show
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based off the OBX3 interview + suggested by this ask <3
“I am Madelyn Cline and we are here to test how well we know each other.” Madelyn said into the camera, sitting in the “hot seat”. The rest of her OBX costars sat opposite her in two rows, shoulder to shoulder and grinning ear to ear. Drew sat in the back, along with Rudy, JD, and Austin, where y/n sat in the front with Madison, Carlacia, and Chase. Drew wore a light purple blazer, a color the boys had made sure to tease him for all day, but he didn’t mind. Y/n liked the color on him, so of course he was going to wear it.
“... and we’re the cast of Outer Banks!” Madison and Carlacia said, the rest of the cast joining them and waving at the camera. Madison put her head down with a giggle before composing herself and straightening up once more. Y/n could feel Drew’s fingers combing lightly through her hair, playing with the ends as they waited for the game to begin. She looked back at him, grinning at his long, tousled hair. He smiled back, his fingers continuing to run through her hair as they focused back on the game.
“Ok, first question: which astrological sign do I like the most other than mine?” Madelyn said, the end of her marker resting on her lip as she thought. Quickly, the room burst into shouts and guesses, everyone clamoring to win the very first point of the game. Drew stood from his chair, craning his neck to see what Madelyn’s card read.
“Hey, no cheating!” Y/n pointed at him, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face before he sat back down.
“I’m gonna say Gemini.” Drew said, raising his eyebrows as he glanced into the camera.
“Gemini women. Yes.” Madelyn replied, giving Drew the first point. The rest of the cast booed playfully, Drew patting himself on the back as Madelyn’s turn continued. Once she asked her last question, it was Drew’s turn in the hot seat.
“Y/n has to wait to answer.” JD said, the cast turning to y/n, her mouth falling open.
“That is definitely not in the rules!” Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes.
“Now they are.” Rudy said with a shrug.
“Ok, what is my secret talent? Bonus, where did I learn my talent?” Drew read, looking over the question card at his co-stars until his eyes met y/n’s. She narrowed her eyes, trying to read into what Drew was going to write on the card, after all, he was a man of many talents.
“Sleeping.” Carlacia said.
“You play piano?” Austin guessed.
“See what’s happening is you're just giving me a lot of ideas.” Drew said, taking the cap off of his marker as he prepared to finalize his answer.
“Oh, write it down, I know it.” Y/n said waving her hand for him to write faster. Once he finished, Drew looked at her to answer.
“Juggling.” She answered, Drew flipping the card around to reveal his answer: juggling/insomnia.
“Question two: what’s my favorite food?” Drew grinned, writing his answer down quickly.
“Mama Jodi’s casserole!” The cast said in unison, Drew nodding as he flipped the card around.
“Almost burned down the apartment complex cooking that one time.” Chase pointed out, causing Drew to gasp.
“That was actually y/n’s fault.” Drew said, pointing a finger at y/n who scoffed.
“You were the one that was distracting me!” Y/n shot back, raising her hands in surrender as she thought of the memory. It had been Drew’s birthday and y/n had decided to surprise him with his favorite casserole. However, the two of them had gotten so entranced in an intense game of Mario Kart that she completely forgot about the food in the oven… until the smoke alarm went off.
“Fine, I will take some blame… only a little bit.” Drew cracked a smile as he shuffled onto the next card.
“Last question: who is my celebrity crush?” Drew scowled, biting his lip as he thought.
“Y/n y/ln.” Rudy said quickly. A small smirk spread across Drew’s lips as he hurriedly wrote his answer down, the rest of the cast hooting and hollering as y/n covered her face with her hands and a flush spread to her cheeks.
“Yeah, that’s correct…” Drew said bashfully, scratching his jaw. “I don’t think she likes me though, if I’m being honest.”
“Definitely not.” Madelyn teased, nudging y/n’s arm playfully.
The game continued, each member of the cast having their turn into their hot seat until it was finally y/n’s turn.
“Drew has to wait to answer.” Y/n said, pointing at Drew. His mouth fell open, his competitive nature kicking in as he groaned.
“The rules, Starkey.” Austin said, shaking his shoulder lightly as y/n picked up her first card.
“What is my favorite movie?” Y/n asked, pausing to think of her answer before writing it down.
“La La Land? The Lego Movie? Moulin Rouge?” Chase guessed, attempting to rattle off as many guesses as possible.
“Pitch Perfect!” Madison said with a giggle, to which y/n nodded.
“Yes, very big Pitch Perfect fan.” Y/n responded. The cast had many memories of watching (and performing) the movie during quarantine when all of them were confined to their shared apartment complex.
“Next question: what is my go-to karaoke song?” Y/n raised her eyebrows as she wrote her answer down on the card.
“Something Taylor Swift, yeah?” Madelyn asked.
“Surprisingly, no.” Y/n laughed. Drew and y/n had hosted many karaoke nights in their shared apartment, the entire cast fitting onto their sofa to sing and dance the night away. The two of them had even gone as far as buying a karaoke machine, complete with mics and lights. It was quite a hit.
“Oh my god, I know it—” Rudy said, snapping his fingers as he searched for the right answer.
“Alanis Morisette...” Drew whispered, to which y/n scowled at him.
“You Oughta Know!” Madelyn cheered, stealing Rudy’s answer with a giggle.
“Yep, that’s right… thank you, Drew.” Y/n said, quirking an eyebrow at Drew who just smiled back. Y/n shuffled her cards for a moment, drawing out the final question.
“Oh boy, last one...” Y/n said dramatically, the cast letting out a string of “ooohs” as y/n cleared her throat.
“What’s my on set snack?” Y/n read, quickly scribbling down her answer as her co-stars looked between each other. Drew sat there, a smug grin on his face as he watched their castmates struggle to answer the very simple question.
“I literally had the same snack every single day.” Y/n said, hoping to direct her co-stars in the right direction.
“I never had the same break time as you two, that’s not fair!” Carlacia said, turning to face Drew who simply shrugged.
“The answer was pickles.” Y/n said, turning the card around to reveal her answer.
“What kind? We need specifics.” JD asked, quirking his brow.
“Dill. The ones in the bag.” Drew answered for y/n, who simply nodded.
“And with that, we are the cast of Outer Banks…” Y/n led, gesturing to her friends opposite her.
“Thanks for watching!” The cast said in unison, waving to the camera.
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Interrupted Stream
Summary: Lando is streaming and the chat seems to like his girlfriend more than him.
TW: None!
Genre: fluff, humor
A/N: English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!
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Lando was in the middle of an intense game, his eyes glued to the screen. His chat was alive with their usual chaotic energy, commenting on everything from his questionable aim to his random screams whenever he got ambushed.
“Alright, chat,” he muttered, leaning closer to his mic. “This is it. Big brain plays only. I’m clutching this—wait, WHAT?!”
A sniper shot from across the map ended his game, and he threw his hands up in disbelief. “That’s so unfair! How did he even see me?”
The chat erupted with laughter:
“Lan, you’re blind.”
“Bro, he was RIGHT THERE.”
“Classic Lando meltdown.”
He sighed dramatically, leaning back in his chair. “Chat, you’re supposed to be on my side. You’re supposed to support me. Where’s the loyalty?”
As he rambled on, the door to his office opened, and you walked in holding a mug. “Lando, do you—oh. Are you live?”
He spun around in his chair, a grin spreading across his face. “I am, indeed, live. And now so are you.”
You froze for a second, glancing at the camera. “Oh no,” you said, setting the mug on his desk. “This is why I avoid this room when you’re streaming.”
The chat immediately exploded:
“Y/N REVEAL!”
“WE’VE BEEN BLESSED!”
“OH SHE’S HERE!”
Lando leaned back, hands clasped behind his head. “Chat, look who decided to join us. Everyone say hi to my very lovely girlfriend.”
“Hi, chat,” you said reluctantly, waving. Then you turned to Lando with a suspicious look. “Wait. Why do you look so smug? What did I walk into?”
“I was just showing chat how amazing I am at this game,” he said innocently, gesturing at the screen.
You raised an eyebrow. “Amazing? Didn’t I just hear you screaming about getting sniped?”
The chat went wild again:
“SHE KNOWS!”
“Y/N CALLS HIM OUT!”
“WE LOVE HER ALREADY.”
Lando groaned, putting his head in his hands. “Why are you always on their side?”
“Because they’re right,” you teased, sitting on the arm of his chair. “Let me guess. You ran straight into the open without looking, didn’t you?”
“Excuse me,” he said, pointing at you. “I’m a tactical genius. They just got lucky.”
You rolled your eyes. “Sure, babe. Tactical genius. That’s why you once threw a grenade at your own teammate.”
The chat was losing it:
“EXPOSED.”
“LAN, SHE’S TOO GOOD.”
“PLEASE LET HER STREAM INSTEAD.”
Lando groaned, covering his face. “This is cyberbullying. From my own girlfriend.”
“Call it tough love,” you said, smirking. “Besides, you’re the one who left your socks on the kitchen counter this morning, so you deserve it.”
“What does that have to do with anything?!” Lando exclaimed, his cheeks turning red as he glanced at the camera.
“Everything,” you said, standing up. “Alright, I’ll leave you and chat to... whatever this is. Try not to embarrass yourself too much, yeah?”
Lando turned to the camera with a dramatic pout. “Chat, she’s so mean to me. Don’t you feel bad for me?”
The responses were immediate:
“NOPE.”
“WE STAN Y/N.”
“JUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE, LAN.”
Before you could leave, Lando grabbed your hand. “Wait, wait! Before you go, answer one thing.”
You sighed, crossing your arms. “What?”
He turned back to the chat with a grin. “Alright, chat, here’s the question: Who’s better at Mario Kart—me or Y/N?”
You snorted. “Oh, that’s not even a question. I destroy you every time.”
The chat erupted again:
“Y/N SUPREMACY.”
“GET HER ON STREAM!”
“LAN IS FINISHED.”
Lando shook his head, laughing. “Unbelievable. I’m outnumbered in my own stream. You’re supposed to be on my team!”
“I am,” you said with a smile. “But only when you’re actually good at something.”
The mock gasp Lando let out was so over-the-top that you couldn’t help but laugh. You kissed the top of his head. “Good luck, babe. Don’t lose again.”
As you walked out, Lando turned back to the camera, shaking his head. “Chat, this is my life. Constantly roasted, no support, but hey... I think I kinda like it.”
The chat spammed hearts and laughing emojis as Lando launched into his next game, grinning from ear to ear.

Thank your for reading!
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Rough ride.. MDNI

Sae Itoshi X Reader fic
Contains breakup and miscommunication
Revenge sex
Iceskater!reader
eventual happy ending </3
teenage love
ALOT of angst
CHP2 CHP LIST


CHAPTER 1: Pleasant Surprise
YEAR 2008
You guys meet for the first time at the Itoshi residence.
“You guys are Rin and Sae Itoshi!” Y/N was always an extreme extrovert unlike the brothers.
“Hey..” Sae greeted as Rin shyly hid behind him looking at Y/N with starry eyes. It’s obvious that Sae was slightly cautious since this was the point where he started getting recognised for his football skills.. So a lot of people only approached him with ulterior motives.
“Sooo wanna go play Mario kart..?“ Y/N pointed at the couch in front of the TV.
They somehow, despite their obvious differences, became friends..
YEAR 2009
Well they were closer now. That’s for sure. Y/N was part of their daily life, since they were in the same school.
“Move it grinch hair!!”
“Get the hell away dufus!”
Y/N and Rin were basically siblings. Sae was still.. Distant? No, more like he was just socially awkward.
Y/N and Rin played with their dinosaurs while Sae was behind them eating a popsicle on the bench.
“Oni-Chan! This monkey keeps trying to kill my Dino!”
“Am not!”
Sae sighed. “Y/N you are the older one you should be nicer.. I think..”
YEAR 2012
Sae started middle school so he was always away in school or on the field. This was the time when Rin and Sae started sharing a dream to become No.1 and 2 strikers. Y/N always thought it was a little presumptuous but she never discouraged them from their dream.
Rin and Y/N were walking to Sae’s game that was happening at the field.
“So you know that my brother has a crush on you right?” Y/N almost spit out the lollipop that she had in her mouth.
“Okay how did you come up with that conclusion, broccoli boy..”
“Well.. he always dresses up nice and tries extra hard on the field when he sees you.. Isn’t that enough?”
Well.. He isn’t wrong.. Y/N was young but not dumb.
“Yeah but maybe you are overthinking it Rin, Sae is basically a blockhead no way he would have thought about me while playing football..”
“I guess..”
Y/N was almost taken aback by how easily Rin agreed with her.
The game ended and Sae was walking home with them. Tailing behind the two of them. Sae had his eyes on her head as he turned and lazily glanced around. All of sudden, Rin asked a question that set Sae out of his daze.
“So when is Nee-San gonna date Oni-Chan?” He asked so casually that Y/N didn’t even process it completely before exploding with pink and red dusted on her cheeks. Rin turned his head back and looked at Sae for an answer. Y/N also looked at him with a flustered expression. Sae had a blank expression but finally answered after a few seconds.
“Probably when we are older.” Y/N was now completely red. She was shocked and started running home. Neither of the brothers chased her.
“Woah Oni-Chan, seems like you actually have a chance..”
YEAR 2013
The year that 13 year old Sae was gonna go to Spain for his football career.
Rin was at home with a headache. Y/N and Sae went to the park for some fresh air and to buy some snacks for Rin.
“Y/N..” She turned to look at Sae who was beside her. Both of them were on the swing as she waited for him to continue his sentence.
“Promise me you won’t get mad?” Y/N got a little scared about what he was gonna say.
Y/N and Sae started dating when she started junior high. He confessed to her in a traditional yet cheesy way by giving her a letter and going on a vacation with his family the next day. She always had a thing for him.. It’s Sae. It was your normal middle school sweetheart romance and they thought they would last forever.
“Arggh why do you sound ominous!? Just spit it out..” Y/N said swinging on the same nostalgic swing he confessed to her on.
“I’m going to Spain for a few years.” There. He said it. A few seconds of silence followed before Y/N spoke out.
“You idiot! You scared me! You’ll come back after a few years anyways it’s not a big deal! Just don’t cheat on me and don’t ignore my letters..” Y/N said with a loud voice that got quieter the more she spoke.
Sae suddenly started laughing. Y/N was dumbfounded.. Was him going to Spain for a few years making him insane? “W-what’s so funny?!”
“Nothing. You have to promise me you will still love me when I come back.” Sae said, with a big grin on his face and staring at her with a soft blush across his face. Y/N groaned and nodded as if it was the obvious.
The day finally arrived. The day of Sae’s departure. Y/N promised not to cry but shiny droplets fell down her face. Rin stood by her side as the both of them waved goodbye to Sae who was smiling at them warmly the whole time.
YEARS BETWEEN 2013 AND 2018
Y/N sent him letters and of course he replied to them. Not much but he replied at least once every 5 letters. Soon you got your first smartphone. You guys texted often, not much but from time to time due to the difference of time zones. Sometimes your messages would be left on delivered for a whole week. His replies got dryer, being left on seen more.. Both Y/N and Rin brushed it off as him being busy. They had no other reason to think he was being rude or trying to distance himself. Realistically speaking it wasn’t a big deal.. Yet.
After 4 years the messages which were being sent turned into once every 2 or 3 months. Y/N was getting busy with her school and friends. Rin still trained every single day for the pair's shared goal. Suddenly one cold evening, Y/N sent a message.. It turned.. Green?
“What the?? What’s going on?” Y/N texted Rin telling him what happened. He said he hasn’t texted him in awhile so he doesn’t know.
“Okay let’s calm down.. Maybe it was a misclick? I don’t know.. ugh.. whatever. I’ll see him soon enough I’ll just.. tolerate it until then?” Y/N knew she shouldn’t think too much about it after seeing Rin’s reply.
YEAR 2018
Y/N heard the news he arrived.. But how did she hear it? Rin knocked on her house door. Eyes rimmed in red and hopelessness. He asked if he could stay there for the night. Y/N forced Rin to tell her what the hell had happened earlier that night..
She was.. shocked? No.. Disappointed? Not that. Maybe taken aback? She silently left the guest bedroom where Rin was in and went to the living room. Would he be there if she went knocking right now? Y/N got up and told her parents she was gonna go next door to greet them. The two families knew about Y/N and Sae’s relationship and thought it was just a cute reunion about to unfold. Sae’s parents weren’t home since they went to a small get together and would be back after midnight probably.
Y/N nervously knocked on the door..
“Yes?-“ piercing mint teal eyes shot through her as it stared at her with no emotion.. She couldn’t think at all for a second. Sae was different. Yes much more handsome as he is 18 now but.. different emotionally too. The half lidded her eyes widened a little as it looked at her, in the dark with snow falling around her. Why did he look so.. pale and almost like a child abandoned..?
“Sae?” This small word was followed by silence. The only sounds that surrounded them were the leaves rustling and wind howling. Y/N swore it felt like time had just stopped. Sae looked at her with exasperated and drained eyes.
The silence finally broke when Sae said something. “What do you want?”
Oh.
Oh.
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escape ᯓ soobin x femreader
genre: smut, slice of life, little teeny bit fluff
warnings: stress pretty much hard fucking you, sweetest boyfie service top!soobin, soft sex turned into... hehe. oral (f), pet names, spit / lmk if I missed anything!
it's been a hell week for you. you don't know if this is karma getting back to you or your classmates are really just a bunch of assholes making your life miserable.
monday and tuesday started as fine, but it turned into a nightmare after that. wednesday became your starting point—your pet peeves annoying the shit out of you and even corrected your behavior for scolding your classmates who are circling around a fainted girl. you're literally in charge of keeping the class not as chaotic as possible.
thursday really got you. some asshole wrote nasty words on your notebook and you were asked by your professor why did you write it. you explained to him in a panicked voice, "sir, even though I'm foul mouthed sometimes, I would never ever write stupid shit like that to my own notebook." good thing he considered it and gave you a good grade.
friday—earlier, made you almost burst into angry tears. your professor presented a documentary to your class for reflection and to write your opinion about it, but before that happened, you noticed the girl who looks like a butchered barbie whispering to her friend. you shrugged it off, thinking it was nothing. after that, her friend literally sat down in front of you to block the tv from your view. you were pissed, you love watching documentaries.
after class, you immediately went to your boyfriend's house. you entered the house unannounced and plopped down on the couch with a loud, exaggerated sigh.
soobin, who is currently playing mario kart, paused his game to greet you with a kiss. "hey babe, how's school?" sigh, being a college student sucks when your boyfriend just freshly graduated.
you start to ramble about your day and how today's week has been pissing you off. your professor even scheduled to finish the powerpoint presentation by monday—and your group hasn't even started researching!
"I'm sorry about that, love." soobin sighed, placing his big hand on your cheek to caress it. "and I know you haven't got a proper sleep after your examinations. you need a break."
"how?" you asked. "I'm literally gonna cry out of anger right now, maybe even commit arson. but seriously, how am I gonna rest if I have a shit ton of work to do? our date is canceled because of work."
"love, as much as I want to help, I cannot control your professors. and we can reschedule our date, hon. don't worry about it." he says softly, planting a kiss on your forehead which made you feel relieved.
"why don't you let me help you relax and escape from the reality, hmm?" he continued, his eyes filled with lust and admiration for you. you nod at his suggestion, letting him push you gently on the couch to lay on it.
soft, breathy moans escape your lips, legs spread and tits out as soobin eats you out. it was messy, actually. but you didn't mind—he looks good with his mouth and chin covered in your juices and his drool.
your back arched slightly when he inserts one of his long ass fingers, and since you were lost in this pleasure, you started to grind on it because why not?
"a-ahhah... soob..." you whimpered, a sigh coming out from his mouth. "you greedy princess... look at you being fucked out when we just started."
soobin suddenly pulls out his finger, making you whine. he stands up and pulls you on the edge of the couch before aligning his cock on your entrance. you genuinely thought that he was going to be hard on you, just like he always does.
but you were surprised when he pushes himself inside you and starts to thrust with a slow speed, as if grinding on you. you had gotten a little sensitive since it's been two weeks without any sex, blame the shitty college shit of course. and oh, my. it felt like you were in heaven.
having sex with soobin was always passionate, but not as passionate as tonight. you grip his biceps, looking up at him with your mouth slightly drooling. "more.."
"hmm? you want more?" he says, smirking at your request. he paused his thrusting, his lips crashing into yours in a heated kiss.
"you want more, hon? I'll give you more."
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like siblings - w.smith | m.celebrini
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w.smith & m.celebrini x oc platonic
a one shot from the original - close to you
masterlist | series masterlist
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It started with a stupid argument.
As usual. Will insisted that he won their last Mario Kart game fair and square. Macklin argued that he literally cheated. June called them both idiots and said she was better than them anyway.
Then, things escalated. Macklin stole Junes headphones June smacked him with a pillow. Will tried to steal her blanket as revenge. Macklin accidentally spilled his drink on Will. Will started yelling in frustration. June made fun of him for it. Macklin chimed in. Will lunged.
And that's when Mario finally snapped.
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"THAT'S IT."
The entire plane went silent.
Mario stood up, looking absolutely exhausted.
"You guys are worse than children."
Will crossed his arms. "He started it."
Macklin scoffed. "No, I didn't."
June rolled her eyes. "You literally did."
Mario pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Time. Out."
June blinked. "What?"
Mario pointed.
"Will—go sit in the back."
Will's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
"Mack—front row."
Macklin frowned. "Wait—"
"June—middle row, by yourself."
June gasped. "YOU'RE SEPARATING US?"
Mario nodded. "Yes. I am separating you."
The team held back laughter.
"You can't do that," Will huffed.
Mario crossed his arms. "I can, and I will."
Macklin groaned. "Oh, my god."
Mario pointed again. "Go. Now."
The three of them grumbled the entire way to their new seats.
And for a brief, beautiful moment...
There was peace.
Fifteen minutes later...
They were miserable.
Will kept looking back toward June and Macklin like a lost puppy. Macklin was glaring out the window, sighing dramatically every two minutes. June sat in the middle row, arms crossed, tapping her foot aggressively.
They were so bored.
It was actually painful.
And worst of all?
They were getting sleepy.
But they couldn't sleep.
Because something felt off.
Like their bodies knew they weren't in the right spot.
And after another ten minutes, they finally cracked.
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June was the first to break.
She stood up, marched straight to Macklin's row, and sat down next to him without a word.
Macklin didn't even argue.
He just sighed, leaned against her shoulder, and closed his eyes.
Five minutes later?
Will slid into the seat next to June.
He grumbled something under his breath.
Then, finally, he flopped against her other shoulder, exhaling deeply.
And just like that—
They were all back together.
Still mildly pissed at each other.
But also warm, comfortable, and ready to sleep.
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Mario, watching this unfold, sighed deeply.
Thrun snickered. "That lasted long."
Toff shook his head. "Unbelievable."
Couture smirked. "They actually have separation anxiety."
Mario groaned. "I give up."
The rest of the team?
Took pictures.
And before the plane even landed, the group chat was already flooded with memes.
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When Will, Macklin, and June woke up, they immediately checked their phones.
And found multiple messages.
Thrun: what is wrong with u three Ferraro: you lasted 20 minutes. pathetic. Toff: at least pretend to be normal Couture: didn't even make it a full hour. unreal.
Macklin sighed. "We're never gonna live this down."
Will grinned. "Worth it."
June shrugged. "Let them hate. We move in silence."
Will smirked. "Exactly."
And Mario?
Mario just put his headphones in, pretending he didn't just lose complete control of the team.
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Y'know what would be the funniest and most fucked-up thing the Team could do? imagine this: as always, a new episode comes up and you see this
Well, we gotta watch the episode, don't we? ↓
It starts with the Crew (minus 4) doing their usual hijinks in the Castle lobby. Just another day. But then, out of curiosity, one of them asks "Hey, guys, what is behind that door anyway?"
No one has questioned it until now, they looked over the ominous door. A flashback from the "The New Castle" episode of 4 telling them "I'm not sure what's behind this door" and "We... don't talk about that room". For the Crew, some say that it's none of their business to know while others point out why go through the lengths to board the door up if 4's got nothing to hide. Well, if it was 4 anyway.
One peek wouldn't hurt. Besides, 4's out doing errands, this will be quick. So they try to peek through the cracks/keyhole. When that didn't work and only saw dark shadows, they tried to pry the boards off. Tried to karate chop the boards off. Tried using Meggy as a baseball bat. Tried using explosives.
During every attempt, each one tried to take a guess at what may be inside. At the start, the guesses were lighthearted like it was 4's huge stash of rizz soda cans or a secret collection of memes or something he was too embarrassed to share. Then, Mario tried BLJ and SOMEHOW THAT DID NOT WORK. This left the Crew spiraling, Mario's BLJ always worked without fail. What was behind that door?
We cut to 4 and Beeg4 on their way home to the Castle after finishing up some errands, the B plot of our episode. Obviously, 4 would be driving his forklift, trying to sing-along to a fnaf fansong. (no, trust me he would.) Then 4 remembers that he needed to get some groceries so he stops by the store. Beeg immediately wanted to ride in the cart basket.
Back to the A plot, most of the Crew is doing anything and everything they can to break the door open. Tari was put in charge of watching where 4 is by GPS until she got jumpscared by the same man calling her. He wanted to ask to check the fridge and pantry for him and she had to stall for time, pretty much telling 4 to take the store itself. She returned back to see the Crew trying and failing to make a hole in the wall. So they resorted to digging their way in with a tunnel through the floor. Of course, they kept guessing what was inside, the guesses this time meeting the strange vibes of the room. Maybe breaking the 4th wall a bit of fan theories (*points at self*).
The tunnel didn't work. Crashing a monster truck into the wall didn't work. 3's Meme Guardian powers didn't work. Breaking the 4th wall didn't work, "I swear it worked for SMG4 last time". What the fuck was behind that door?!
Meanwhile, 4 and Beeg4 were kicked out of the store with whatever bags they were able to hold on to. No, they weren't allowed to buy out the whole store, but they were lucky to have some food. So back to the road again. That was until Beeg4 spotted an ice cream truck driving ahead of them and proceeded to take the wheel. "Wait, BeegSMG4! You're not forklift certified AAAAAAAAAA—"
At this point, the Crew was starting to give up until someone from outside pointed out that there was a window. They all went outside and indeed, there was. "You got to be kidding me." They broke the glass and unlocked the window from the inside, only to be met with MORE wooden boards. Back to square one. "MAMA-FUCKER!" They check in with Tari on where 4 is.
Jumpcut to a grumpy 4 trying to fix the forklift up while Beeg enjoying his cone of ice cream, both stuck on the side of the road. "Y'know you could've asked for ice cream when we were at the store." Beeg lets out a pufferfish sound, arguing that it doesn't taste the same.
3 had enough and ran to his cafe for a moment before heading to the Meme Factory. The Crew's eyes followed him and wondered what was he planning. He came back with a giant bomb and a couple of memes in his arms, explaining that he was going to supercharge the bomb with meme energy. Sure, it'll be harder (and likely more dangerous) to do without 4 here but "desperate times call for desperate measures". While he focused on doing so, the rest were convincing him to stop, that he's gone insane over this.
But wouldn't you know it? It worked! Long at last, they all jumped into the hole that bomb made through the wood. The camera focused on their faces, their reaction to what was the whole fuss about. WHAT WAS INSIDE?
"It's.... It's..."
Cut to credits :)) that's it. that's the episode. but why of course, the episode was only a little bit over 15 minutes, we ran out of time.
And literally every episode after that, no one mentions about what they saw until the Team actually reveals it to the audience in a future episode (whether what was inside be mind-blowing or not). Not only that, but we also get to see the 2nd floor within the same episode so there's that.
I would honestly break my phone in half if this episode happened irl lmao. I should write this as an official concept 🤔
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CHAPTER FIVE : NO. 1 PARTY ANTHEM
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"hey, uh—do you know where the bathroom is?"
you tapped maki on the shoulder, she had just gotten up from her turn playing mario kart on the couch.
"yeah, go up the stairs and then take a left down the nearest hallway."
you give her a quick thank you smile as you exit up the basement stairs.
you didn't really have to go the bathroom—in all honestly you just needed a breather from the loud action-packed space. afterall, you weren't used to this much social interaction...
though, you had been having a good time—yuji's friends were nice, really nice. you felt like you fit in, thankfully.
as you walk up the stairs, you turn your head down to the hallway on the left—it was a picture-framed wall. there were many diffrent family photos that aligned the space, photos of satoru and his husband, photos of who you assumed to be megumi's older sister, megumi's younger sisters, vacation photos—
"hey, you! who are you? i don't think i've seen you here before—didn't know 'gumi was that good at making new friends..."
your eyes widen as you heard someone talking to you, you turn your head—slightly embrassed at being caught looking at someone elses family photos.
"nanako, that was rude."
you turn to fully face the two girls standing beside you, these must be megumi's younger sisters.
the first one that spoke to you, nanako, was blonde with her curled hair tied up in a messy bun—the second sister was shorter with long brown hair and tired looking eyes. at first glance the two seemed to be around middle school aged, but you weren't completely sure.
"oh! i'm sorry, i wasn't meaning to snoop around—i was just taking a quick breather from downstairs."
you respond awkwardly, giving the two girls a shy smile.
"no don't apologize, we didn't mean to come off as hostile. i'm mimiko, and this is my sister nanako—were megumi's younger sisters."
"oh, well—nice to meet you, im yn—you haven't seen me before because i just moved back here. im yuji's sister."
"ohmygosh! i love yuji! he's soo funny, he's here lots—you guys do look alike, if you squint. anyways, if you're looking for 'gumi—he's upstairs. pretty sure he said the same thing about needing a 'breather'"
nanako responded, giving you an enthusiastic smile. you weren't really looking for megumi—but maybe it would be nice to have someone calm as company for a bit. you smile back and give them a quick goodbye as you start to walk towrds the stairs where the girls pointed.
you weren't really sure where you were going, his house really was huge. you went up the stairs and stood there for a moment, looking around. you were about to give up until you spotted a pair of glass doors at the end of a long hallway.
your curiosity got the best of you and you started to approach it, you saw a narrow baloncy outside of it. it was dark out tonight, and you were hoping that maybe there would be stars out.
as you approach the door, you place your hand on the door handle—opening it up and letting the cool breeze flow onto you.
as you walk out onto the balcony, you feel someone there—watching you. you quickly turn your head to the right, just to see megumi there. he was sitting on a wooden chair and had a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth—you didn't know he smoked.
"sorry, i wasn't poking around in your house...just wanted a breather."
"you're good."
he replied, tilting his head to the chair next to him—beckoning you to sit with him.
"ditching your own party huh?"
you speak, sitting down on the chair and moving your knees up to your shoulders for warmth—placing your feet on the chair.
"i guess. just needed a breather—you can probably tell but i don't like that much social stuff."
you give him a small laugh as he pulls his lighter out of his pocket—he lights his cigarette from his mouth before turning his head to you.
"want one? i don't usually smoke that much but like i said i needed to relax."
he reaches for his other pocket, pulling a box out.
"smoking kills y'know, but yeah."
and then, megumi fushiguro laughs he actually laughs. you weren't even sure if this boy could smile up untill tonight. maybe yuji wasn't completely stupid for hanging out with him.
he grabs a singular cigarette from the box before lighting it and handing it to you. you bring it to your mouth, puffing it. the cold wind slices through the air like a knife, making sure to remind you that falls getting colder—and that it was a stupid idea to wear a tank top.
"you shouldn't have worn a tank top, it's already october"
then in one swift motion, he unzipped his sweatshirt—leaving him in a t-shirt, he tossed it to you—you almost not even realizing what he was doing for a moment.
"oh—thank you, you didn't have to."
"'s fine."
as you put on megumi's zip up, you check your phone—seeing a few texts from your brother asking where you went. you check the time, it was almost 10. how long had you been out here?
"i think my uncles here, i should get going—yuji's waiting for me.."
he looks up at you as you stand, tossing his burnt cig onto the ground and silently stepping on it.
damn, he had pretty eyes—they were blue with a spark of green, his long eyelashes fluttering up at you for a second almost made you want to stay.
"alright, i'll walk you to the front door then."
he replies, getting up and heading to the balcony door, you stand there for a second—blinking and trying to realize why you just were so...captivated by him.
the two of you walk in comforting silence down the stairs and to the front door, you see yuji waiting by it—talking to nobara.
"there you are! thought you went missing or something, and you missed me kick ass in mario kart!
"what were you two doing anyways, gatekeeping secrect hangouts?"
nobara and yuji looked at the two of you, curiosity filling their faces.
"we were just talking, getting a breath of fresh air."
megumi responds, crossing his arms as yuji opens the wide front doors—nudging your arm so you would follow him.
"bye guys, thanks for having us megumi!"
you qucikly get out as the doors close behind you and your brother, the night sky darkening both of your faces.
"is sukuna here?"
"yeah—he insisted in parking on the road though, said he 'didn't wanna go through the gate' again—wait...when did you get the sweatshirt?"
"oh, it was cold and megumi gave me his."
"wow—in my years of knowing him i've like, never seen him be nice to someone, crazy—maybe his puberty hit or something."
you laugh as the two of you walk down the long drivway.
A/N: wooo i finished writing this! i also finished the outline for this so hopefully expect chapters coming out quicker :p tbh idk if i like this fully but oh well, im just kinda worried i haven't given yn that much personality but TRUST guys its coming !
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wednesday addams x fem!reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
summary: you went trick or treating with your girlfriend. warnings/themes: fluff, soft!wednesday (ooc eheh), halloween, trick-or-treating, making out words: 1.8k
'Tis the witching season!
The whole neighborhood is in a festive mood, with ghouls and ghosts lurking around, kids dressed up as their favorite or the scariest characters.
Now, there's someone who couldn't care less about all the hoopla.
You know Wednesday doesn't like to be all sunshine and rainbows, but secretly, you've always wished she would let her guard down and have some fun.
“It's overrated,” she scoffs. But if there's one thing that can sway her, it's you.
The nostalgia. You missed those carefree days when your only worry was scoring as much candy as possible in one night. And now you have the perfect opportunity to go back to your child self and relive those memories.
“Pleeeeeeaaaaase Wednesday,” you whine, dropping to your knees and clasping your hands in front of her.
She doesn't bat an eye. She just continues to write, her fingers moving across the typewriter.
“Please baby, please love, please,” you try again, pulling out all the stops—cute silly nicknames, puppy dog eyes that you know she secretly adores. “It'll be super fun.”
Finally, she stops writing. She lifts her head and turns to face you. She pauses for a long moment, considering your plea. “Fine. But only on one condition,” she starts. “I know it's important to you—so I'll indulge your request. This is just a one-time thing. We won't be making this a habit.”
“Just... once?”
“Just once,” she repeats.
You think for a moment. “...okay.” You nod. “But I'll choose the costume.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Fine, no funny business. Let's make this quick and clean, understood?”
“Understood.” You grin.
—
“Hey there, Mario!” you exclaim with an exaggerated Italian accent while waving your hands around, trying to mimic how he does it. “It's-a-me, Luigi, your lovable sidekick!”
“It's-a-me, Luigi? I don't know which I hate more—my ridiculous costume or your ridiculous sense of humor.”
Her eyes narrow as she looks down at the garish plumber's costume she's forced to wear. She even has to wear a fake mustache. “I can't believe I let you convince me to wear this ridiculous costume.”
You shrug nonchalantly, ignoring the daggers she's sending your way. “Don't worry, no one will recognize you as Wednesday with this get-up.” You wink, but she's having none of it. “Besides, this is just a 'one-time' thing, right?”
She groans. “Just make sure you carry this, you have a stronger arm.” With a huff, she hands you the pumpkin. “After all, you're the one who suggested this fiasco, so the least you could do is carry the stupid thing.”
Her hand snakes around your wrist. Her grip is so tight you can feel it even through your gloves.
You both made your way to Jericho, the streets were alive with kids in crazy costumes running around, laughing and shouting as they made their way to different houses. The streets are lined with jack-o'-lanterns and spider webs.
Suddenly, you spot a house that looks amazing. There are a few children waiting outside, excitedly chattering as they anticipate a chance to fill their buckets with candy.
“Let's try that one,” you say, pointing to the house. “They look like they're giving out some good treats.”
Wednesday just nods and crosses her arms, not seeming interested in going with you to get candies. “I'll just stay here,” she insists.
“Are you sure?” you ask, pausing to look at her for a moment.
She simply nods, waiting for you to get your candies. You give her a smile and head towards the house. You ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer. A woman with a warm smile opens the door.
“Trick or treat!” you say, holding your pumpkin out.
However, the woman looks at you with disdain. “Aren't you a little too old for this?”
The smile slips from your face as you realize what she means. But before you can say anything else, she closes the door in your face. You stand there, stunned, staring at the closed door.
That was rude.
You return to Wednesday, shoulders slumping as you hold up your empty pumpkin.
She looks at you, raising an eyebrow, as if to ask what happened.
You scratch the back of your neck and frown. She can almost see the smoke coming out of your ears. “She... she said I was too old for this.”
You can tell she's angry at the way you were treated, and you secretly hope she doesn't plan on getting back at the woman for her rudeness. She can't believe the audacity of that woman, as if there's an age limit for having fun.
Still, you don't let the incident put a damper on the rest of your night.
“It's fine, there's still a lot of houses we can try again,” you say, grabbing her arms and looking around for another house to approach.
But people keep telling you that you're too old for Halloween and refuse to give you candy.
Wednesday senses your disappointment and starts coming up with elaborate plans to avenge the people who have denied you treats. She seems determined to make them pay for their deeds, yet you keep trying to convince her to just move on and keep searching for sweets.
Just as you were about to give up, you came across a house with the porch light off, but you could hear giggling coming from inside.
This time, Wednesday joins you in trick-or-treating.
Together, you knock on the door and a person in a ghost costume stands in the doorway, holding a bowl of candy.
“Trick or treat,” you say, holding out your pumpkin for a sweet.
Wednesday's stare serves as a warning to the person not to disappoint you or suffer the consequences.
The man hesitates before finally grabbing a handful of candy from the bowl and thrusting it into your pumpkin, his hands shaking with fear.
You thank them, and Wednesday gives you a smile as you walk away. “See? Things aren't so bad after all.”
Wednesday rolls her eyes. “Let's just keep going,” she says, before pushing you forward towards the next house.
—
You were walking back from trick-or-treating, your pumpkin filled to the brim with sweets and goodies.
“Let's go back,” Wednesday mumbles. Her hand slips into your biceps, yet she hardly even notices.
You nod, prepared to return home. However, before you can leave, you hear a voice from behind you.
“Wednesday Addams?!” the boy says in shock, recognizing her beneath the Mario costume.
“Oh, for Christ's sake,” Wednesday mutters. She can't believe someone recognized her in this stupid, ridiculous Mario costume. She can swear in her life that she's never felt so stupid.
You turn to see a boy dressed in a brightly colored insect costume, his antennae bobbing as he waves at both of you. “Hey Eugene!”
Wednesday narrows her eyes. “What are you doing here, Eugene?”
“I came to get some candy!” He replies eagerly, his eyes sparkling, but then his eyes widen. “Wait... is that really you... Wednesday?” he asks, taking a step forward.
Wednesday clenches her jaw and you stifle a laugh, amused by her reaction. You offer Eugene some candy from your pumpkin, and he excitedly accepts it, thanking you.
“Eugene, can you take a picture of us?” you request, handing him your phone.
Wednesday snaps her head in your direction, her eyebrows furrowing as she glares at you. She's just about lost it. She swore in her mind that she will never take a picture wearing this ridiculous costume.
You flung your arm around her and gave a peace sign as Eugene held up your phone. You chuckle and give Wednesday's waist a reassuring squeeze.
“Three, two...”
Wednesday knows she will be miserable. But she looks at your smile and realizes that, despite her aversion to the costume, she doesn't want to ruin your fun. So she reluctantly struck a peace sign, hoping that no one would recognize her under that ridiculous mustache.
“One!” the flash flickers, and the photo is captured.
She can't deny the warmth in her chest as she watches the picture saved to your phone.
—
Your feet are starting to feel tired after walking so much. Eager to rest your legs, the two of you make your way over to a nearby bench, tucked away amidst the shadows of the trees.
Wednesday is now holding the pumpkin-shaped basket full of sweets while you gaze up at the stars in the sky. She pulls out one of the candies and pops it into her mouth.
“Taste good?” You turn to look at her.
“Tastes like poison,” she teases before popping it into her mouth.
You can't help but stare at her lips. Why did her lips look like they were begging to be kissed?
“Do you want one?” Wednesday asks, seemingly reading your thoughts.
You're too stunned to speak, but a soft “yes” managed to escape your lips.
Smile curves on her lips, as if she knew exactly what she's doing. She offers the candy before you swallow it whole, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.
A glance at her lips and then back at her eyes tells her everything she needs to know.
Before you knew it, Wednesday leans in to share the sweet with you, her lips soft and supple on yours, the taste of candy still lingering on your tongue.
When you finally pull away, you're left weak in the knees and breathless.
Wednesday's lips parted slightly, her breath brushing against your cheek. You lean in again, but she stops you with a hand on your chest.
“One condition,” she whispers.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“I get to choose the costume next year.”
“We're going to trick or treat again next year?” you ask, grinning. “Fine,” you concede, “your choice of costume next year then.”
With Wednesday's permission granted, you lean in for another kiss, this time lingering even longer than before.
But you pull away, teasing her. “Wait.”
“What now?”
“Well, I was thinking we could dress up as Remy and his human companion, Alfredo from Ratatouille.”
Her eyes narrow, annoyed at your ridiculous choice.
“Okay, I admit, that was a terrible idea, but what about SpongeBob and Patrick? or I can go as Squidward, and we can be rivals instead,” you suggest, desperate to find a costume she'll actually like.
You can see the corner of her lips twitching up into a smile. “You did not just suggest that.”
“Oh yes I did.”
“I'm not dressing up as a rat with a chef's hat next year, that's for sure. And you're not going to make me dress up as a sponge either.”
You smirk. “Maybe not, but I'll still find a way to make you dress up as something ridi—”
Before you finish your sentence, Wednesday's lips are on yours once more, drowning out your words. Her fingers glide down your jaw as she draws you in closer.
“That's it,” she whispers between kisses. “You're stuck with me now.”
And you wouldn't want it any other way.
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90’s mentally ill superbat: a vague guide to mae kent & jean-paul valley’s similarities!
jean-paul valley / azrael / avenging angel is a human who has been genetically altered & programmed to suit the needs of a farcical catholic cult. he shares his body with Azrael ‘the avenging angel’, an alter created by the cult to be an assassin for their use. jean-paul & azrael are taken in by batman & alfred and often hurt people (i’m thinking of tim & dick here specifically because of how it parallel’s mae’s accidental harm towards lana & the kents) while trying to do good, partially due to complicated morals instilled by the cult. he goes on to take over the mantle of batman temporarily before having that taken from him by bruce because he was being too destructive / violent. he discovers that the order is sending a bioweapon/sickness to attack gotham & helps the batfam deal with it.
matrix / mae kent / supergirl / earthbound angel of fire is a clone of a human made from ‘protomatter’ and programmed to mimic the powers of superman while being loyal to lex luthor— in order to fight a farcical battle against kryptonian terrorists accidentally freed by said lex luthor. we discover later on that lex luthor had the kryptonite necessary to end the battle the entire time and opted to allow the genocide to continue out of ‘pride’. when introduced to the kents and lana, who are dead where she’s from, she kidnaps them and ties them up out of.. confusion? mae is taken in by the kents & lana, despite her prior kidnapping of them. while superman is in exile, she takes on his identity, until he returns with the eradicator & her contact with it causes a psychic link that leads to her accidentally hurting the kents & lana again and going on her own exile, as superman takes the mantle back over from her. after her breakup with lex luthor and due to his declining health, lex sends ultrasonic missiles to hit various locations around metropolis— mae helps the rest of the superfam deal with the threat and minimise damage. she later fuses bodies with a catholic girl involved in a cult, named ‘linda danvers’ (completely separate from pre-crisis kara zor el, who went by the same name) and they share a body for a time as an ‘earthbound angel of fire’.
tldr: both have long blonde hair, both are taken in by people they go on to accidentally hurt, both were created by people in labs & for reasons based in lies (lex with the kryptonite & dumas with.. the everything), both share a body with a catholic cultist, both are based on humans but altered in some way that makes them consider themselves inhuman on some level, both call themselves ‘angels’ and use fire as a weapon, both help deal with destruction caused by their creators .. there’s probably something about the parallel between jpv/azrael & barbara and mae/matrix & elizabeth perske as well but idk how to phrase that in a way that makes sense …
and lastly, just these parallels between their comics:

batman: sword of azrael #1 - jean-paul’s father is dying in his arms as he uses his final words to tell him about his purpose for creation & the mission. jpv yells ‘father!’ as he dies.

superman (1986) #22 - mae’s creator, pocket universe lex luthor, is dying in clark’s arms as he uses his last words to tell him the truth behind mae’s creation. clark yells ‘lex!’ as he dies.

batman: sword of azrael #4 - azrael turns towards houston, texas in his hunt of lehah because lehah owns property there.

supergirl (1994) #4 - mae turns towards houston, texas in her hunt of lex luthor because lex owns property there.

azrael as batman in robin (1993) #1
mae as superman in adventures of superman #457
point is — these two are thematically twins and it’s unfortunate that they never got to meet!
mentioning the people who interacted with my initial post about this !! @raan-miir-tah, @slutshartsstuff, @lonniemachin, @gncnightwing, @orange-s-mario
if anything i said here about jean-paul is incorrect, please let me know! i love him, but i’m hardly the expert on him that i am for mae.
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Not Without Me
Pairing: Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra
Summary: Lucien was spending a begrudgingly and surprisingly nice night getting beaten in Mario Kart with his brother when he gets an enticing photo from his girlfriend in the shower and races to join her.
I hope you enjoy all 3k words of horny nonsense over on ao3 or below the divider (omg they’re bubbles how cute?) 😘
Lucien was going to strangle his brother.
Eris kept shoving his shoulder and fucking with his controller, attempting- nay, CHEATING- to get ahead of him in Mario Kart. Over Lucien’s cold, dead body would he lose to Yoshi or Eris- who was definitely overstaying his welcome at this point.
He showed up two hours ago, unannounced, to Lucien’s apartment, holding a ridiculously large white plastic bag with a rumpled smiley face thanking him for coming. Lucien would not be doing the same.
But he would be eating the Chinese food, because ohmyfuckinggod did it smell good, and Lucien was dreading cooking dinner. Bribery in exchange for quality time was nothing if not a Vanserra special.
But if he had known how irritating the other redhead would be, he would’ve slammed the door on Eris’s smirking face before he could get the chance to waltz into Lucien’s living room as if he owned it.
Okay, he did pay the rent but that- well that didn’t count-
Lucien rocked his shoulder sharply into Eris’s, causing Yoshi to swerve with a yelp. Eris quickly launched a banana peel towards him, leading Lu to spin out and grumble loudly.
The fucker snickered as he reached second place, getting right behind the aggressive NPC playing Bowser and overtaking Lucien’s Princess Peach, setting him back to third with a theatric groan.
Lucien rolled his eyes and watched on irritatedly as Eris knocked into Bowser, all while Lucien was struggling to remain in third. Mario was getting far too ballsy for Lucien’s liking.
His phone played the small jingle it did when Elain sent him a message, and his heart tripped over itself. He nearly gave himself whiplash as he turned to try and catch a glimpse of what she had said without losing focus of the game he was getting wrecked in.
He couldn’t see what she said but he saw there was a photo attached– ugh fuck this– he wanted to see her.
Eris snorted, drawing Lucien’s attention back to see that Mario- that Italian motherfucker- had passed him; Lucien doubled down his efforts, glaring at the upper portion of the split TV through slitted eyes.
“Oh fuck yes, there we go baby- mmhm,” Eris yapped as entered first place.
Lucien finished in fourth with a deep scowl.
“You’re a cheater, a sore loser, an asshole-” Lucien began rattling off Eris’s charges.
“Um yeah, I’m clearly the sore loser here,” Eris scoffed, setting his controller down on the coffee table.
“You kept shoving me because I won last time!” Lucien shouted back, exasperated beyond containment.
“Oh whatever are you talking about?” Eris poorly feigned ignorance, a devilish smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “I’m a gentleman and a scholar, surely you’re mistaken,” he added with mock sincerity. An offended hand to his chest was the cherry on top of the Vanserra Bullshit Sundae.
Lucien rolled his eyes again, in danger of developing a headache at this point. “Whatever, you menace of a gentleman and smartass of a scholar,” he grumbled as he picked up his phone to see what Elain sent. He was hoping for a picture of Petunia, her new kitten that they’d both been fawning over together.
Eris chuckled, pulling out his own phone to catch up on messages, or maybe to brag about his victory. Eris tsked at the time– already 8:43pm–and Lucien hummed in agreement. It was indeed getting late. He had some homework to get to before the night’s end, and he should probably go to sleep early if he wanted to hit the gym in the morning and- and oh fuck that is not Petunia.
Lucien’s brain went offline at the sight of Elain’s coy smirk and soapy tits against the backdrop of her tiled shower.
“I should probably head home,” Eris said, maybe- Lucien wouldn’t completely register even if a meteor had crashed into his kitchen at the moment.
Her eyes looked gorgeous, the perfect balance of playful and sultry. Most girls he’d seen with wet hair tended to resemble sopping rats but Elain’s curls coiled beautifully, falling like a luxurious curtain around her bare shoulders. The dainty, golden ‘L’ pendant of her necklace fell tantalizingly in between her clavicles. He wanted to pull at it with his teeth. He wanted.
“M’yeah, get out,” Lucien said absentmindedly as he rose to find the nearest jacket and his keys, hoping he could get to Elain’s before she’d get out. The woman took record-breakingly long showers but he still hurried.
“Wow, okay, no thank you, then?”
“Uh, thank you for coming over, it was nice to see you, I will be beating your ass next time we play and I’ll pay for dinner next time. Now get out, I have to go see Elain and I’m not leaving you here to drink my good liquor,” Lucien rambled, finally finding his car fob and Elain’s apartment key. He shoved his feet into his sneakers on the way to the door, trailed by an amused Eris.
“You don’t have good liquor,” Eris pointed out, which was only true because Cassian had already finished his good shit.
”Incredibly not the point. Out,” Lucien nodded towards the door he was holding open. Eris smartly walked through with a contrastingly stupid grin.
“Damn, she’s got you whipped,” Eris needlessly noted as they made their way to the elevator.
Lucien’s eyes cycled again, he was going to grow dizzy with annoyance or perhaps flick his brother’s forehead. “Shutup,” He said, clicking the lobby and parking garage buttons on the control panel.
Eris snorted but thankfully did shut up, leaning against the far left panel of the elevator and humming along with the low tune playing.
Lucien replied to Elain’s text, the only caption with the photo was a “☺️” emoji.
“Better be room for two, pretty girl,” Lucien sent.
“You know there is 😉,” she replied nearly instantly, sending a strong twitch to his dick.
“Take your time baby, I’m on my way,” he typed, his heart pattering in his chest, barely believing his luck.
“Hurry, baby, can barely wait,” she added with another picture, pulling an all too audible groan from Lucien. This time the camera was more overhead, showing off her whole supple body, water cascading down in lickable rivets. Lucien hadn’t experienced envy of water before, and it didn’t feel great.
“You’re going to kill me Lainey, I’ll be right there,” he swore.
After the whole crashing-from-her-road-head ordeal and nearly hitting an old lady while speeding to get to her place, Eris made Lucien promise not to drive horny. Thankfully, his brother got off with a simple hug on the lobby level– his driver no doubt waiting in front of the building– without a word on the matter.
Lucien got to his car and drove as carefully as he could: thirty above the speed limit and with prayers for green lights and competent drivers, but careful nonetheless.
She lived a twenty-five minute drive away, but Lucien made it there in under sixteen, an accomplished and giddy grin on his face. He locked his car and pulled out the spare key Elain gave him, spinning it in his fingers as he climbed three staircases to get to her door.
He inserted the key, jangled it impatiently and huffed out a relieved breath when he heard the click of the mechanism caving. He smelled freshly baked cookies, as he always did when he came here, which was several times a week, as often as he could if he was being honest.
It was a one bedroom unit in the Upper East Side, decorated eclectically, knick knacks and plants covering every surface. He made his way to the room blaring Sade, and finally palmed his hardening cock, the anticipation of seeing his girlfriend, naked and wanting, flooding his veins.
A sensual giggle and Elain’s melodic voice rang out over the song, “Come in!”
“Fuck yes,” he muttered to himself. He kicked off his shoes before entering the minimalist, marbled bathroom.
Elain’s curvy silhouette was a teasing sight behind the pale pink shower curtain. He lifted his t-shirt over his head, shimmied off his joggers and boxers and stepped into the shower. Elain turned around to greet him, her petite boobs bouncing slightly– hypnotically– as she jumped on her toes to pull him into a luscious kiss.
Lucien melted. His arms instinctually wrapped around her supple hips, and his right hand reached lower to grab her plump ass with a wanton groan pouring from his lips into the deepening kiss.
“Mmm, Hi sweetheart,” Lucien said with a smiley tone, rutting his aching cock against Elain’s soft stomach, grinding forward to emphasize the effect she had on him.
“Hey,” she replied softly, her hands running over and massaging his shoulders, trailing down to his biceps.
“I totally lost in Mario Kart because of you,” he admitted.
“Oh nooo,” she cooed, “Did poor baby lose his game to come fuck me?” she taunted, her dimples coming out to play, brown eyes sparkling.
“Mmm, yes. And also Mario is a bully,” Lucien justified, stealing another giggle from Elain’s petal-pink lips.
Lucien winced dramatically, “Oh, you laugh at my pain, I see how it is.”
Elain threw her head back with another laugh, and Lucien retaliated with a sharp slap to her ass, making the menace yelp.
“Oh, however can I make it up to you?” she pleaded, adorable puppy eyes and a shit-eating grin on her pretty face.
He hummed considerately, “Hm, either you could let me use your fancy conditioner or turn around and bend over for me.” He offered the ultimatum, matching Lainey’s mischievous grin.
She chuckled but pulled her distracting tits from Lucien’s chest and turned slowly, dragging her ass against his dick with sinful accuracy and enthusiasm.
He groaned, moving his hands to hold her waist as she bent forward, arching her back beautifully and bracing her forearms against the slick marble.
He traced his hands up and down her sides, savoring her shiver and appreciating her curvy figure, “You’re so perfect Elain,” he husked, voice hoarse with strained desire.
He rolled his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing down the seam of her pussy, pulling a breathy moan from Elain. He rubbed the crown of his cock against her clit, driving her wild and desperate for more. She pushed back against him, urging him forward, and he took the cue and pushed in smoothly, languidly. One slow stroke had him settled unbelievably deep within her tight heat.
She moaned as he bottomed out, grinding her hips back and creating a delicious friction. Lucien pulled back slightly only to shove back in, meeting her eager hips.
“Oh, fuck, Lucien, s’good, so big,” she keened.
“Mm, so tight and hot for me baby, look so sexy, fuck,” Lucien groaned, moaning on the next thrust as Elain clenched wetly around him.
They set a pace together, deep and relishing. He snapped his hips forward, Elain throwing her ass back– the clap of her cheeks against him was driving Lucien off every edge.
He reached his right hand around her hip, trailing down her stomach to brush small, circular circles over her clit with his calloused thumb, barely enough pressure for her to feel truly stimulated, but just enough to make her chase his hand forward. He chuckled gruffly at her neediness. Her precious body was so sensitive, differing entirely with her fiery personality.
He thrust harshly forward, pushing her against his hand as he rubbed against her clit again, rougher now. He didn’t let up on the next plap either, keeping his hand palmed against her pussy as he slammed in from behind; Elain had stopped moving on her own, letting Lucien do the work.
“Hngmn shit, g’na come,” Elain whined.
“Hah, already baby? Always so quick f’me,” Lucien taunted, moving his arm from her waist to move up and place a snug hand around her fair neck, pulling her flush against his chest, and savoring the newfound depths of her perfect cunt and the sensation of her soft skin against him.
He held her as she writhed through her orgasm and came with a high pitched moan. He closed his eyes, unable to look at her and feel so much of her at the same time without coming far quicker than he intended to. He didn’t let up on her clit, but he released her throat to let her pant through the aftermath. He wanted her to catch her breath so she could moan even louder the next time she came.
“Mmm’fuuuck, Lucien I- fuck, can’t- aaAAH!” Elain cried out, her hands gripping the forearm that now wrapped around her waist for support as Lucien thrust up into her and added pressure to those small circles.
He slowed to a deep grind, opening his eyes to watch as Elain’s perky tits jumped with each roll of his strong hips. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder, and he smirked at how undone she’d become.
“You’re so gorgeous, so pretty all fucked out for me Lainey, you always are,” he husked into her ear, chuckling at how she shuddered. Lucien kissed against her wet skin, licking messily down her neck as orderly as his jostling pace could allow.
He grazed his teeth against the base of her neck when he reached it on his path of sloppy kisses and licks, adoring the way Elain mewled.
He pulled out to the broad tip of his dick before snapping her roughly back down. He bit down on her shoulder as he bottomed out, and her high pitched gasp turned to a broken moan as she came, squirting hotly around his cock.
She whimpered and buried her blushing face in his neck; it had been two years and she was still shy about squirting– it may or may not have been his fault for calling her his little water gun.
“Don’t worry about makin‘ a mess sweetheart, look where we are, hm?” he gruffly murmured with thinly veiled amusement.
She whimpered against his neck, and the pretty little sound and the sight of her so undone was intoxicating. He stopped tormenting her clit and released her waist to lift her by the backs of her thighs, bringing her bent knees close to her chest, pressing her in half against him as he thrust back inside her spasming, gushing pussy.
He held and used her far beyond her coherency, beyond her mind could handle, judging by the babbles ranging from, “Luciennn, s’too much” to “Oh fuck, never stop, feels so good.” Clearly she was too fucked out of her senses to make up her mind. Lucien would be going with the latter.
He sped up, keeping her wailing and in place. His fingers were digging into the undersides of her plush thighs as he kept her spread for him. The slapping of their skin was still jarring over the sounds of the shower and the whirring fan.
“So perfect, so pretty, so tight, so hot, so beautiful,” Lucien rattled off loving litanies into her ear as she finally relaxed her face and melted back onto his shoulder. Her face was scrunched up adorably and he loved the way she looked all flushed like this.
“I- fuck Lucien- it’s too much- too big- AAAH!”
“No it’s not baby, you’re taking it so perfectly,” he goaded. She whimpered.
Lucien was grunting breathily each time their hips met. Elain’s hands were flailing and he felt bad for moving his arm. He considered shifting them to a wall and letting her legs flail instead, but ultimately he decided it was cute and returned his focus to her bouncing tits because holy shit they were perfect.
The soapy suds had long since been washed away, so Lucien could clearly see her glistening, milky skin as it jiggled and- fuck he should close his eyes again.
He trailed his eyes up– his mouth watered at the way her chest heaved– to her pretty parted lips he’d really like to fuck-
Shit, wherever he looked it was too much, she was too perfect– he didn’t want to stop feeling her. He caved and closed his eyes again, tuning into the way he was ramming past and forth Elain’s slickly ribbed hole. He swore she’d been made for him by the way she fluttered so rightly around him, moaning his name at a pitch that had him coming quicker than most women.
“Aah-AAAH!” she cried out as she came again suddenly, stuttering Lucien’s rabid pace. Another warm flood of her arousal joined the rivulets of hot water raining down on their intertwined bodies.
He caved, again- Elain was not good for his impulse control- and opened his eyes, coming instantly as he watched her writhe, nearly shrieking Lucien’s name as she rode out the languid waves of her orgasm. He groaned out her name as he filled her to the brim with come; he leaned over to watch as he withdrew his cock from her greedy pussy that didn’t want to let him go.
It was not as though he wanted to pull out, but the water was getting tepid and he was getting sleepy, not to mention Elain, who was already half asleep– or at the very least nonverbal from pleasure.
He did his best to turn her around smoothly and hold her front against him. She wordlessly wrapped her legs around Lucien’s trim waist as he shut the water off, holding Elain’s weight with one arm.
He opened the curtain, exposing them to the mirror. Her milky thighs and supple curves contrasted so fucking perfectly with Lucien’s dark, chiseled body.
“Mmm, why don’t you take a picture?” Elain, his ever persistent snarky princess, prompted playfully.
He froze for a millisecond before scurrying to grab his phone from his discarded pants. Elain clung to him, giggling at the excitement the little menace knew would ensue.
Once upright, Lucien kissed her nose, “You–” A small peck on her left cheekbone. “My love.” A soft kiss below her right eye. “My dear.” A nip, earning a huff, at her lower lip. “My sweet.” A delicate swipe of his tongue against her Cupid’s Bow. “Are fucking perfect,” he finished breathily, overtaking her smile with a heated kiss that went uninterrupted by the click of his camera as he took what would doubtlessly be the picture soon tattooed onto the back of his eyelids.
“You are a dork.” She grinned against his chasing lips.
“And you love it,” he teased sing-songily, a dopey smirk gracing his face as he carried his precious cargo to her bedroom. He laid Elain down gently, climbing onto the bed after her. She curved against his back, wrapped her arm around his middle and allowed him the prized position of Little Spoon.
Thank you so very much @the-darkestminds for being a gloriously speedy and brilliant beta, love you so so much 😘
I’m used to my Azris babies (so much coming for them, I promise), so I’m not too sure who to tag for Elucien, please lmk if you want on this tag list as there will be more for these two comin’ 💗 @mudandmire @astro-h0e-4azris @jules-writes-stories @pippsmcgee @mistandmemories @fourteentrout @secret-third-thing @buffy-vanserra @jon-snows-man-bun (think u might like this Elain lol) @fingerpoppingood @iftheshoef1tz @nus4y @ninthcircleofprythian
If you want to see Lucien crashing because Elain gave him road head then you can read Collateral Damage for that bit lol 💗
#elucien#modern au#smut#fluff#lucien vanserra#elain archeron#Lucien tests speed limits#fun and slutty Elain because that’s how I love her#eris vanserra#acotar#acotar fanfiction#rah
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Hiii, can you do pool sex with Gavi in ibiza? lots of love x
Hot Summer Days
Today y'all decided on a pool day at the villa you were staying at wanting to stay in and just spend some time together in peace.
Pablo usually doesn't mind people walking up to him for photos but he does get annoyed that every time he goes out there is another 'rumor' about him plastered on the internet. So he prefers to stay in his known circle of friends.
You changed into a red bikini and joined Aurora and the boys outside certainly catching boy's attention. Javi chuckled into Aurora's ear pointing at Pablo's stunned face.
"If you don't close your moth, you will drool hermano!" she teased him and he rolled his eyes walking up to you and pulling you into his grasp.
"Mm you're torturing me with that bikini princesa.." he whispered into your ear and you blushed knowing how easily Pablo gets turned on (he's 18 haha) and kinda liking the effect you have on him.
"I thought you'd like it cariño??" you say innocently and he caught onto your game pulling you even closer and leaving kisses on your neck.
"Oh I do like it..a lot..but if they don't stop staring you down, I will poke their eyeballs out!!" he said and you chuckled shaking your head and wrapping your eyes around Pablo's neck while kissing his lips.
"This is all for you Pablito..for you to watch..and touch..and take off later" you whispered the last part and Pablo felt his shorts tighten at the thought of taking that bathing suit off your body and having you all to himself.
"Alright, that's it! She's coming with me cause we have things to gossip about!" Aurora snatched you from Pablo's grasp and you giggled while he shamelessly clenched his jaw while checking you out from behind.
"You're a lucky cabrón hermano..." Ale said and Pablo snapped his fingers in front of his face making him look at him instead of your ass.
"She's all mine, sabes!?" Pablo said and his friend raised his hands up in surrender before they both laughed and went to play some music on the speakers.
No even half an hour later, Pablo found himself sitting in the pool with his friends but unable to move his eyes from your bum as you laid on the lounge bed with Aurora sipping on your cocktail and chatting about some girl stuff.
Damn your ass was so round..and juicy..and delicious..joder Pablo! Fucking focus!
"The sun is hot today, don't you think chicos?? Maybe you should go help your girl put some sunscreen on Pablo??" Mario suggested and all the boys knew what he was aiming at as they caught Pablo staring at your ass.
"Yeah, it's not like that would give you an excuse to touch her.." Ale added and Pablo flipped them off but did what they suggested getting out of the pool and walking towards you when Aurora left to the bathroom.
"Hola nena.." he said sitting on the towel beside you and you moved slightly still on your laying on your stomach to be able to see his face.
"Hola cariño. How's the water?" you say and he said it was refreshing although he felt very much hot right now.
"The sun is very strong today..shouldn't you put some sunscreen on preciosa??" Pablo said feeling dumb for listening to his friends but also hoping you would let him 'help you' like he planned.
"You're right! I forgot..um could you" but you didn't even need to finish that sentence since Pablo already grabbed the bottle and started rubbing some sunscreen on your butt. You smirked wanting to play with him a little.
"I was gonna say give it to me but looks like you needed an excuse to touch me Pablito??" you say and he looks at you smirking a little while leaning closer to whisper into your ear.
"Let me enjoy myself just a little bit preciosa..." and with that he kept massaging your ass and you blushed letting him have him waited moment. He applied sunscreen on your back, legs and arms as well but then once again returned to your ass.
I am sure my ass is well protected now Pablito.." you smirk and he shrugs nodding his head and seeing that his sister was returning from the bathroom. He tapped it one last time before putting away a sunscreen, kissing your lips and whispering into your ear "meet me at the hot tub" before leaving.
"He can't even leave you alone for an hour.." Aurora teased laying back down and you told her you needed to head inside for a moment before sneaking towards the hot tub which was secluded on the opposite side of the villa.
"Cariño??" you whispered seeing that nobody was in the hot tub but then suddenly strong arms wrapped around your body and hot kisses were left on your shoulder and neck.
"Ughh mi amor..I need you right now..so badly" he groaned as you both went into the hot tub and he grabbed you with his arms making your thighs wrap around his waist and his lips attacked yours passionately.
"Umm..Pablo..what if they come here?" you say pulling away from the kiss listening to reason but he reassured you boys will not come and they will keep Aurora away. You couldn't resist any longer..not with the way he was kissing you right now.
He slowly pulled your bikini to the side and pulled himself out before fitting deep inside of you shutting your moans with his mouth on yours. He let you adjust to his size before slowly moving and making your head fall back as he was fucking you with so much passion the whole world was spinning.
"Aahh..please..please don't stop!" you said and he reassured you that you have all the time you need and that he will never stop loving you like this. Your nails scratched his back and he groaned feeling your walls clench around his member.
"Just like that angel..clench around me like a good girl! J..joder!" he spoke into your ear as you were both chasing your highs kissing every available inch of each other's skin.
"Pa..blo..I'm so close! Fuck!" you moaned feeling his reach his high which sent you over the edge as you both moaned into each other's mouths catching your breaths.
"Joder! I love vacations and I love you! So freaking much!" he said and you both giggled calming down and fixing yourselves up before he carried you bridal style back to the pool.
He placed you on the bed besides his sister kissing your lips lovingly.
"Yo te amo!" he said and you said it back before he left to join his friends in the pool.
"Um..I ran into him and he carried me back..." you lied to Aurora although you both knew how absurd that sounded so you both laughed.
"You have no self control perro!" Cristo teased Pablo who rolled his eyes looking towards your blushed face proudly.
"Neither would you if your girl wore that bikini.." he smirked to himself proud that you were all his truly feeling like a lucky cabrón.
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WEEPING ANGEL! — Megumi one-shot!
megumi fushiguro x weeping angel!reader
she/her pronouns used, misunderstood reader
Megumi knew he was screwed, his time was coming to an end and he didn’t know what he did to deserve it. His life has only been misfortune after misfortune; his dad was never involved in his life, and then tried to sell him to the Zen’in clan, then he got adopted (which was a plus!), but his adopted dad got sealed despite the fact that he was the strongest.
Even though everything was going fine with Megumi’s life in terms of family and friends (his sister came out of her coma, his dad was freed, his friends force him to play Mario Party every night), by himself was a different story.
He always heard you. You were always there. He never knew what exactly you were, or what exactly you looked like, he just grew aware of the angel statue that he found everywhere he went. You were beautiful; your color was gray, your wings were magnificent, but that’s all you were, a statue… or so he thought.
It started when he was fifteen with the introduction of his friend, Yuji. They were off walking to meet up with the second-years and in the distance Megumi spotted you, a statue whose hands covered her face, with curly hair covering the parts that aren’t visible. After that moment, you followed him everywhere and he was started to grow bothered. You were more than what you led on, he searched the internet for statues like you and they were never found, you’re unique. It grew to a point where he had to ask his Father-Mentor, Gojo.
Gojo sat him down and explained the story of the L/N clan, a family created of statue-like curses, “the L/N clan takes the role of a regular statue, but in actuality, they’re planning something, Megumi.”
“What if it’s just a statue? She’s covering her face every time I see her.”
“The L/N clan, have a powerful asset, they can transport you to a different time, you can be in the 1950s when you were just here two minutes before. As a defense so they can catch their prey off-guard, they turn into stone when they’re looked at, they cover their eyes to avoid looking at each other.”
After that talk, Megumi made sure to stare as long as he could, but you never grew closer until he least expected it. Gojo was just sealed and megumi was alone in Shibuya, trying to figure out how he could possibly unseal him.
“Fushiguro~~~”
His eyes widened as your sweet voice rung in his ears.
“What will you do Fushi?~~~”
He hurriedly turned towards you, you had a big smile on your now stone-face with your eyes closed, hair sprawled around you as you were not face-to-face with Megumi.
“Why now? Out of all days?” He sighed, he raised his hand to your face, cupping it slightly. “You’re cold… what are you exactly?”
After a moment of silence he remembered, turning his back but keeping a distance between them.
“You know what I am, pretty, and I know what you are,” your back touched megumis as you interlocked your hands with his.
He pulled his hands away, “It’s been three years and you still show up, why?”
Your hands found comfort in his hair, “because you’re soooo cute~~~ I couldn’t help myself, I had to follow you,” you pouted.
“Stop putting your hands on me, I don’t know you.”
“But you could! My name is Y/N,” your arms snaked around his neck, rubbing his chest ever so slightly. “You know what I am,” you whispered in his ear, giving it a slight bite.
“You’re in the L/N clan—“
“Puh-lease, we’re angels,” a devilish smirk spread on your face, “my people are sad, we weep and weep, we were excluded from the sorcerer world because of our… unique abilities.”
“You weep? Your people are killers, you send them back in time and feast on their energy.” Megumi’s messy hair fell in front of his eyes.
“We don’t do that to everyone, we do it to enemies who attack us first, the sorcerers hate us because we’re curses, they attack us and kill us. I bet you didn’t see anything about me besides the stone, my eyes are E/C.”
“E/C?” Megumi turned his body to face the girl, her eyes were open and now we really took the chance to look at her, she wasn’t bad looking, beautiful even.
“Megumi! We found a way to free Gojo! C’mon!” Nobara yelled from down the street, “we need you!”
Megumi turned his head towards Nobara to tell her he’s on his way, but when he turned back, you were gone. A sigh escaped him as he started his plan to see you un-stoned.
#megumi fushiguro#megumi x reader#jjk megumi#jujutsu megumi#jujutsu kaisen megumi#megumi fluff#megumi x you#toji fushiguro#fushiguro tsumiki#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#gojo x reader
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The Girls Part 15: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Photo credit to Mario Renzi / Formula 1 / Getty Images
Word count: 3,167
Written by raelee / Posted Nov 3
Masterlist
Formula 1 Masterlist
The Girls Masterlist
“That lady at table seven is being a downright bitch,” I mumble to Kylie while putting a pile of dirty dishes in the sink.
“What has gotten into you today?” She questions.
“What do you mean?”
“You said that the man at table two’s rude behavior is a defense mechanism for his micropenis. You’re never this negative, Y/N, what’s going on?”
I take a deep breath, mentally debating whether I want to tell her or not. But the urge to tell someone how I’m feeling outweighs my desire for privacy.
“Okay, you can’t tell anyone,” I begin.
She leans in closer at the words, an inquisitive look on her face.
“Charles and I sort of kissed this weekend.”
She gasps and I pause, thinking. “Well, kissed twice.”
She gasps louder this time, causing a nearby chef to look at us. I smile at him and he smiles back, returning to his current task.
“Tell me everything,” she grabs my hands in excitement.
“The first kiss was at the girls’ birthday party when we were cleaning up and it was totally an accident. And then the second kiss was in the hotel room after putting the girls to bed, and that one was on purpose,” I explain.
“And then?” She grins.
“And then what?”
“Are you guys dating now?”
“Uh… no? Yes? I don’t know,” I admit.
“How do you not know?”
“We didn’t exactly get the chance to talk about it.” She gives me a look and I immediately go into defense mode. “Lucy woke up crying as we were kissing, so I comforted her while Charles took a shower and then when he was done I was already asleep!”
“What about in the morning?” She asks.
“He had to go to Italy immediately and we had to catch our flight home,” I share, “And he’s been so busy at work he hasn’t been able to text me and I don’t want to text him first because I have no clue what’s going on. Plus, he’s much better at this emotion stuff than I am.”
I run a hand through my hair and Kylie’s face drops at the obvious stress that I’m feeling.
“I’m sure that he’s just busy,” she tries to reassure me.
“I know, I just don’t want it to be like when we slept together after he came back into our lives and it turned into a big argument,” I sigh.
“I’m sorry, what?” Her eyes widen. “When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”
I grin, realizing that I never told Kylie about that. Truthfully, I didn’t tell anyone because I was so embarrassed and confused of how it all went down.
“It happened a while ago. Forget that I said anything.”
“Um, after admitting that you slept with your daughters’ father again? I will not forget that.”
I roll my eyes, grabbing the tray of food that was just completed for my table before leaving the kitchen.
“Where are you going? I need to hear everything,” she calls after me.
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“Thank you for staying late, Cheyenne,” I say to the young girl as I pull off my coat and hang it on the coat rack.
“Oh, it’s no problem, Y/N. By the way, this package came in the mail for you,” she points to the big cardboard box sitting on the kitchen table.
“Thank you. Have a nice night, text me when you get home.” She smiles, closing the door behind her and I lock it.
The scissors cut open the top of the cardboard box and I open the flaps, finding several items inside. I pull out a small, heart-shaped red box, opening it to find red roses neatly packed inside. A smile appears on my face as I set it off to the side, grabbing three, fuzzy red robes, my name, Ada’s name, and Lucy’s name embroidered on separate ones. Three chocolate bars are the next items to exit the box.
A small note is the last thing to come out of the box. I open it, immediately recognizing Charles’ handwriting.
Mon amour,
I’m sorry that we couldn’t talk about what happened before we both had to leave. I sent you some beautiful roses, chocolate, and robes so that you and the girls could pamper yourselves together. See you soon.
XO,
Charles
I clutch the note close to my chest, a smile pulling at my lips. He’s so sweet.
~
“Both Frozens?” Ada asks curiously as I load up the TV with the first Frozen movie.
I look at the clock, debating whether we have enough time tonight to watch both Frozen 1 and 2 and get the girls to bed at a decent enough hour where they won’t be cranky tomorrow.
“Let’s see what time it is when we’re done with the first movie,” I suggest. There’s the sound of the key in the front door and I look over, initially in worry then in excitement once I realize who it has to be.
It’s been a while since I’ve lived with another adult. I’m not used to having another person come and go whenever they want- but to be honest, I don’t really have to worry about that with Charles because he likes to spend as much time with the girls as possible and usually where they are, I am too.
“Why don’t you pick out your nail polish color, girls?” I say, pointing towards the box in front of them as I step closer to the front door.
The front door opens to reveal Charles, glasses on his face and a matching sweatsuit on his body. Once he looks up from his suitcase and closes the door, spotting me directly in front of him, his face breaks out into a smile.
“I didn’t know that you would be coming back so soon,” I admit to him, a smile of my own on my face.
“I couldn’t be away for a second longer.” He steps closer, leaving the suitcase behind and pulling me into an embrace. My arms raise up to press against his back as his hands slide down to my lower back, pushing against the plush fabric to press me as close to him as possible.
I step out of the hug, watching as he looks my figure up and down, swallowing at the sight of the red robe.
“What?” I ask, confused and nervous by his reaction.
I can’t tell if it’s a turned on swallow or a realization of a mistake swallow.
“Nothing. I just didn’t realize that these robes were going to be so short,” he confesses, eyes stuck on my legs.
I smile slyly at the comment, turning around and walking back towards the living room. “Come say hi to the girls.”
“Daddy, I’m painting my nails pink,” Ada shoves the nail polish bottle in his face after jumping all over him.
“I’m doing blue,” Lucy shoves her bottle in his face now.
“What? No Ferrari red?” He teases, grabbing their little hands and placing kisses on the back of them.
“Sorry, daddy.” Ada gives him an apologetic look while Lucy just shrugs.
He laughs at that, taking the bottles from their hands and shaking them.
“Can you put your hands on the table for me? I’ll paint your nails,” he says.
I sit back on the couch, watching the scene silently. Charles paints Ada’s nails with the pink polish, then Lucy’s with the blue. He goes back to do another coat, the three chatting quietly while half-heartedly watching Frozen.
I can’t believe I ever doubted that this man would be a good father. It makes me embarrassed that I ever thought that way. Seeing him now, his gentleness with the girls, and the ability to do things that they like with them, matching their excitement, shows me that he was a man that was made to be a father.
No, he was made to be a dad. And a damn good one at that.
“Oh no, mommy,” Lucy looks over at me with wide eyes, then expectantly looking back at the screen.
Frozen has ended.
“Second movie? Please?” Ada begs.
I’m a sucker for my girls when they pout, which they already know, but with Charles joining in it’s hard to deny them much of anything.
“Yes, we can watch Frozen 2,” I agree, grabbing the remote to turn it on. Secretly, I’m excited to watch it as well, and I already know that with the busy day they’ve had at daycare they’re going to fall asleep soon anyways.
“It gives me time to do mommy’s nails,” Charles smiles at me, which I return. I slide onto the floor, selecting a red nail polish bottle out of the box and passing it to Charles.
“Ferrari red, for you.”
By the time he’s done painting my nails, the girls are asleep on the couch, slumped against one another.
“Sorry that you didn’t win the championship,” I apologize quietly as Olaf breaks into a song.
“That’s okay. I have everything that I need already.”
I give him a questioning look.
“All that I need are my girls.”
I can’t hold myself responsible for my actions after that. That is one of the sweetest- if not, the sweetest- things that I’ve ever heard in my life.
I launch myself around the table at him, straddling his hips with my legs as my hands grip his cheeks, pulling his lips to mine. His hands immediately attach to my lower back.
It’s a kiss filled with passion and anticipation, both of us waiting for the other to make a move since he showed up here a couple of hours ago. Now with the girls asleep, we show each other just how much we were missing one another, and express words that were left unspoken from last weekend.
At the sound of shuffling on the couch, I pull back, whipping my head around to make sure that the girls didn’t wake up. They didn’t, just adjusting their position.
I turn back to Charles, resting my forehead against his. His hands run up and down my back.
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper to him.
“Anything for you, mon amour.”
~
Charles and I sit on the bench in the park, watching as the girls use their buckets and shovels to build snow sculptures.
“Lucy, don’t throw snow at her, please,” Charles calls out to the toddler.
“Okay, daddy,” she calls back. When she thinks that neither of us are looking, she throws a little bit of snow at Ada again.
I can’t help but chuckle and Charles shakes his head, a small smile slipping onto his face.
“She is so your daughter,” I comment.
“My daughter? Lando’s told me quite a few stories about you as a child,” he nudges my shoulder.
“Hey,” I giggle, “So are you and Lando okay now?”
“Yeah, I would say our relationship is almost back to normal.” I see him swallow out of the corner of my eye, looking at me nervously. “Actually, I know one thing that would probably get us back to normal.”
“What’s that?”
“So don’t kill me,” he starts, “But how would you feel going to visit your family for Christmas this year? We can rent a house, we can just go for a couple of hours, whatever you’re comfortable with. But Lando was telling me just how much your family regrets treating you the way that they have and how they really want to see the girls-””Stop,” I interrupt him. “You’ll be there?”
“Of course, I won’t leave your side,” he nods in agreement.
“You’d ditch Christmas with your mom and your brothers to be with my dysfunctional family?” I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Yes,” he responds instantly, “I’d do that for you, the girls, and Lando.”
“Fine. But if I want to leave, we have to leave as soon as we can,” I warn.
“I’ll go by your rules, mon amour.” He raises my hand connected to his up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it.
“Mommy, daddy, come play,” Lucy calls out.
Charles lets go of my hand, reaching down to pack the snow into a tight ball, throwing it lightly at Lucy. She squeals when it explodes on her.
“Snowball fight,” he announces, getting up to run over to the girls. I follow his lead, beaming at the squeals and laughter coming from my daughters as Charles and I play with them.
This is the moment that I’ve been dreaming about from the second that I found out that I was pregnant. Family time with just the four of us, playing together, laughing together, and just enjoying each other’s company. I’ve dreamed of just being able to spend time with all of us together, no tension or question marks getting in the way of our family bond.
And now I’m getting it.
~
Charles squeezes my hand as we stand on the front step of my parents’ house. My gaze remains focused on the white, wooden door, remembering all of the times I ran through it.
To the car of my boyfriend at the time. To the street to go on my daily jog. To the waiting arms of Lando, just returning from a race.
To never return.
“Anytime you want to leave,” he reassures me quietly.
I nod, taking a deep breath and knocking. There’s no going back now.
Flo opens the door, pausing with wide eyes when she sees me.
“Am I not invited?” I ask with a slightly joking tone.
“No, of course you are,” she stutters, taking a step to the side. “We just weren’t expecting you to knock. Please, come in.”
I take a step inside, my heart skipping a beat at her words. We just weren’t expecting you to knock.
“You remember Charles,” I awkwardly gesture towards the man standing next to me.
“Nice to see you again, Charles,” she pulls him into a hug, obviously distracted by the two toddlers standing behind his legs.
“And you remember our daughters, Ada and Lucy,” I introduce the two. I hold my hand out and Lucy steps out from behind her father’s legs, gripping my hand in her own. Shy little Ada remains behind Charles.
“Hi girls, I’m Aunty Flo. I haven’t seen you two in forever,” she coos. Lucy gives her a toothy smile while Ada sucks on her thumb.
It’s true. I haven’t been out to the house, and no one in the family besides Lando, has been out to visit me since the girls were three months old. That was over a year ago. Kids grow fast, but when they’re babies they seem to grow even faster. They went from newborns that you could cradle in your arms to toddlers that can run.
“Come on, everyone else is in the dining room.”
We follow her to the dining room.
“Now remember to just behave yourselves and be kind. It took a lot to convince her to come here, so don’t do anything to scare her off,” the familiar voice of my brother says before we enter the room.
At our entrance, everyone turns to look at us.
“Uh, hi,” I give an uncomfortable wave. Lucky for me, the girls break the tense atmosphere.
“Uncle Lando,” Lucy cheers, running towards one of her favorite people. At her sister’s words, Ada darts from behind Charles’ legs, joining Lucy in jumping on Lando.
“Present?” Ada asks with wide eyes. Lando’s trained them that everytime they see each other, they get a toy or a treat from him.
“Ada, don’t ask Uncle Lando for presents,” I scold.
“It’s okay, I got you girls these,” Lando grins, reaching past them to grab new stacking cups off of the table, handing a stack to each girl.
I roll my eyes. Typical Uncle Lando.
“They’re so big,” a familiar voice whispers. I turn to see my mom standing beside the dining room table, a shocked expression on her face as she watches the girls play.
“Hi darling,” another voice whispers in front of me. My dad pulls me into his arms, and it’s surprisingly not uncomfortable.
I thought since the last two or three years have been so full of tension and avoidance of one another, this would be a much more anxious and strained meeting. But I can’t help but melt into my dad’s arms. Maybe it’s from seeing the father-daughter relationship that Charles has with Ada and Lucy that makes me want to better my relationship with my own father.
I can’t forget everything that he’s said to me. But I can forgive and hope for improvement.
“Hi, Charles.” My dad pulls Charles into a hug next. The driver seems taken aback, but accepts the embrace.
My mom pulls me into a wordless hug. It’s not as comfortable as the one with my dad, I can still hear her shouting ‘whore’ at me in the back of my mind, but I still wrap my arms around her. I greet my siblings before taking a seat next to Lando, Charles sitting in the chair next to me.
“Hi Ada, hi Lucy,” my mom greets my daughters, reaching out to brush her finger along Lucy’s arm. Lucy doesn't react. “I’m your nana.”
Charles and I exchange glances at her word choice. We didn’t discuss how we want Ada and Lucy to refer to my family going into this, but we both know that we aren’t comfortable with my parents being referred to as nana and grandpa after the way they treated me and the girls when they were infants.
“Let’s just stick to Cisca for now, mom,” I state firmly.
She opens her mouth, about to respond, before Oliver nudges her. He nods towards Ada and Lucy, as if to remind her that this is about improving the relationship with her and her granddaughters and her and me. And that starts with respecting my boundaries.
“Okay.”
~
“Thank you for having us over,” I tell my mom as we stand in the front entrance.
“Oh, anytime. It was great to see you two and the girls again,” she smiles between me and Charles. “I’ll go check on the girls, Cisca and Oliver will help bring them down.”
Charles and I wait for our daughters to be brought down from their naps, tired out from playing with their family members and new presents. I zip up my winter coat in the meantime and Charles finishes pulling on his shoes.
“Hey look, mistletoe,” he points up at the plant.
I giggle, leaning in to give him a peck on his lips.
“Come on, you have to give me more than that.”
A loud laugh escapes me, and I lean forward to give him a much more passionate, longer kiss.
“You know what would be the only thing that would make this Christmas better?” He murmurs against my lips.
“What?”
“If you became my girlfriend.”
“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Charles.”
Story completed.
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Ecto-Implosion 2024 Fic: Dying To Know You (Chapter 12: The Way Forward)
It’s no small miracle that Valerie and Danny actually get most of the day to clean themselves up and relax. Their only interruption is the Box Ghost (Val is unsurprised at this point to learn Danny actually calls it- him- Boxy), and they don’t even transform for that, much to the other ghost’s annoyance. The day is largely spent in the small movie theater tucked away inside the Manson residence, playing Mario Party and then Smash Brothers. Danny never brings up the way Valerie went berserk, and she never invites him to. She does fire a low-power ectoblast at his shoulder from a few seats down when he steals a star from her, though, mostly to stop his giggling. It’s nice. She can’t remember the last time she felt at ease like this, even with everything unknown and terrifying lurking in the shadows of her thoughts. Sam still glances at her sideways sometimes, and Jazz sneaks worried glances when she thinks Val isn’t looking, but her thoughts never feel as intense as they did when she was looking out for the Phantom in every dark corner.
And so we reach the end.
This was my first time writing in this fandom, and my first creative event in general. I had an absolute blast. I owe no small amount of that to my partner, who remains the incredible Fae. Without her art and ideas and support for my own ideas, I would've never gotten so much writing done for this story.
Considering what I originally had to work off of was their comic, which wound up in Chapter 6, they enabled me to really go nuts figuring out how things got to that point, what happened to Valerie, why Danny was nearby to swoop in and catch her, all of it. What wound up coming out of our wild brainstorming is nearly 40,000 words and an AU that I'm hardly feeling done with. Even just letting her in on who Phantom is changes Valerie's trajectory wildly, and putting her through the wringer like this even before Danielle exists means that a lot of things are dramatically changed. I wouldn't be satisfied without exploring some of that, and I can blame the inspiration on Fae and the event organizers and the momentum on the incredibly lovely and fun comments you guys have been leaving.
Seriously, thank you so much for your encouragement and appreciation throughout posting Dying To Know You! Go check out Fae's other works (and mine if you like Outer Wilds, I guess?), and keep an eye out for the continued adventures of our two beloved half-ghosts sometime soon! Stay hydrated, take your meds, eat something, you know the drill!
Until next time, take care of yourselves!
#dp#danny phantom#valerie gray#danny fenton#ao3 fanfic#ectoimplosion2024#faerynova#dying to know you#gray ghost
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I got another Bowuigi story idea inspired by Super Mario Sunshine.
Mario and Princess Peach went to Isle Delfino for their honeymoon/anniversary. Luigi tagged along as a chaperone and the couple wanted to show Luigi around the island. While the red plumber and the princess enjoyed themselves, Luigi felt that he was being watched by something... or rather, someone. It was a dark figure with spikes resembling... Bowser. Despite voicing his concerns to his brother, he was either interrupted or minded dismissively.
Eventually, the green plumber decided to investigate by himself and followed after the figure. He soon found out it was Bowser Junior, disguised with the help of his paintbrush. The little Koopa prince told Luigi that he, his siblings and his dad were having their vacation there as well. He was planning to surprise his dad by bringing Luigi over to see him (Both Bowser and Luigi are secretly dating). Taking hold of the tall plumber's hand, Junior led Luigi to where the others were. One of Peach's attendant toads who was running an errand, saw that and informed Mario and Peach.
Assuming that the prince was kidnapping Luigi as retaliation by Bowser's order, the duo searched around the island and eventually found Luigi... relaxing in the hot springs with Bowser, Jr and the Koopalings. The taller twin was cuddling on Bowser's chest, enjoying the hot water.
"Weegie!"
"Mario!"
"What are you a-doing here hanging out with Bowser and his horde of brats?! We were told one of them kidnapped you!"
"Language, fratello! First of all, I wasn't kidnapped! I'm sorry for not informing you earlier about where I a-went! Second of all, there are bambini here so please watch your tone and tongue!"
"B-But, why would you hang out with him," Mario pointing a finger straight at Bowser. "Instead with a-me and Peach?"
"Because I like them, okay and when I tried to tell you about what was going on before I left, you and Peach were too busy canoodling with one another to listen!"
Mario and his wife were stunned. Damn, they realized Luigi wasn't wrong about thay.
"...Sorry, fratellino about ignoring you. We'll make it up to you. Come on, let's a-go." Mario took hold of Luigi's wrist.
"So soon?" Mario looked at Luigi when he heard that as if he grew a second head. "Well, yeah. You spent enough time with them. Let's a-go!"
"I don't want Mama Luigi to go now!" Junior grabbed onto Luigi's leg.
"Mama? Kid, he's my brother, not your mama! Now, let go!" Mario picked the little koopa off his brother's leg, Junior nearly slipping.
"Junior!" Luigi managed to catch Junior from falling.
"MARIO! HOW DARE YOU DISTURB ME, MY BOYFRIEND, MY KIDS AND MY VACATION!!!"
Bowser roared, royally pissed.
This escalated into an argument between Mario and the Koopa King. Luigi noticed some of the younger Koopalings and Jr were soon tearing up from the loud volume and certain choice of words coming from both arguers. He tried to stop the argument but was drowned by the angry shouting ongoing. Eventually, he lost patience.
"ENOUGH!!!!!"
A clap of green lightning cracked, putting the fight to a end. Peach could only stand with her mouth agape like the Koopalings and Jr as they witnessed Luigi scolding Mario and Bowser for making a big scene and doing so in front of children. Just about everyone was stunned. They had never seen Luigi lose his top that hard before...
#bowuigi#bowser x luigi#bowser#luigi#mario#princess peach#bowser jr#koopalings#super mario bros#my musings
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