#don't you love making kids for your oc and their LI?
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candysweetposts · 2 months ago
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These days while I was in pain from my period, I thought about how Elizabeth's and Jason's kid would be. I know it's a bit too soon for that but hey, I'm starving for some actual Jason plot. So here's what I came up with:
This is a teen version, 14-15 years old.
His name is JJ (Jason Junior).
Has his dad's hair and his mom's eyes. Also, his hair is medium, like a wolfcut (yeah, I like wolfcuts a lot).
The way his hair works is mainly having white highlights randomly around his head but still not sure how many or what places exactly.
Dresses pretty casually and comfortably. Any colors btw but bright, unless he wears black.
He likes wearing caps to hide his hair (pretty insecure)
Smart and bold.
Blind (He had an accident as a child that impaired his vision. Still, he can see a bit but very blurry). He tries to be as independent as possible and doesn't like when people try to help him.
Pretty outgoing and social.
Scarlet blessing (It refers to people who personally were blessed by the witch lord herself).
A bit sassy.
I made this image board for him for inspiration.
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I did some sketches but I'm not that happy and I'm still working on this design.
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caramelkoo · 2 months ago
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be still my heart — jjk [one]
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the one in which you get a sex dream about the grouchy hockey player you work for.
genre : childhood best friends to frenemies to lovers, physical therapist!reader x hockey player!jungkook, slow burn, smut, fluff, angst
word count : 5.2k
chapter warnings : strong language, mature, slight smut (because im a tease), reader’s name is Destiny, jungkook is a bit grumpy towards her (she makes him nervous leave my boy alone), fat shaming (not by any of the main characters), oc had daddy issues, mentions of allergy. that’s about it, please let me know if i missed something.
a/n : here it isssssss drumrolls please because im so excited for this. jungkook as a hockey player??? *deep breaths* enjoy my lovely people. you’re so so loved. asks, reblogs and likes are much appreciated. kisses <3
read part two here
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“Babe, you know you're not going to win right? Don't be wasting your breath.” Bella challenges.
You’re sitting on the chair in your office going through the personnel file of the players. Verifying their names with their contact numbers and photographs which, you’re not going to lie, look like mugshots. Jeez, does smiling a little bit cost them? Anyways, once you’re done you close the file and look up at your assistant bickering with her boyfriend. Phone pressed against her ear. 
You mime hanging up the call and she lifts her index finger, indicating for you to wait. She throws in words like hmmm, yeah, you don’t know what you’re saying, yeah i love you too. Once she’s done, she drops the phone on the glass table in front of you and leans back in her chair. 
“He thinks I will let him get away with anything just because I love him”  
You chuckle, “What’s going on?” 
“You know, I’ve been wanting a cat for so long I even made a pinterest board for that. Last Sunday he surprised me with one and when I told him that I lowkey manifested it, he was not having it. I even showed him the mood board and I NEVER show it to anyone. Evil eye is real.” she all but cries out. 
That’s Bella for you. Highly spiritual and a firm believer of the universe. She claims that everything happens for a reason. She’s like a little ball of sunshine. Ever since you joined the Ice Dominators’ hockey team as a physical therapist, she’s been assisting you and you couldn’t be more thankful seeing the lack of female workers here. Seriously, there's no other female worker here except yourself and Bella which is so diabolical to you.
And it’s not like the men on the hockey team are a bunch of misogynist jerks. On the contrary, they act like they’ve known you for years. It didn't take you long to feel like home here. They are obedient, friendly and pretty nice. Few of them are married with kids while the rest of them remain single. They’re not like a bunch of teenagers, they know what they’re doing.
Except one, what’s his name? Jeon Jungkook. You would describe that man as crude and closed off to a pathological degree. You still remember when you asked him to come to your office so you can look at any possible previous injuries, he lied to your fucking face. Claiming he doesn’t have any when you could clearly see him hobbling sometimes just a tiny bit when he walked away. Years and years of dedication towards your studies have made you capable enough to catch that it is an old injury.
Despite your better judgment, you blamed it on the fact that his team lost the game that day. Poor guy was having a bad day and took it out on you. Big deal. 
“Earth to Destiny” Bella waves a hand close to your face and you shake your head as you look at her.
“Leave the poor man alone” You plead and then ask, “Any details about the new player? I’ll have to add it in the file” 
“Not yet, as far as I know they’re still contemplating the guy named Park Jimin or something”
That gets you real quick. Park Jimin. The name feels like acid on your tongue .The last game being unsatisfactorily resulted in the federation trading one of the players. It was cruel but was done for the better. Bound to happen sooner or later. You had expected it but what you had not expected was you both sharing a same room, sharing the same air.
“Alright then. We’ll cross that bridge when it’s—”
Knock, knock
“Miss Kim, sorry to interrupt but the manager is asking for you” Taehyung’s head pokes through the door.
You stand, picking up the file and sliding it into the tableside drawer, running a free hand over your scrubs. Bella does the same as she plucks her phone from the table and puts it inside her back pocket.
You look at him. “Sure Tae, thank you for informing”
He flashes you a quick, pretty smile before leaving. Bella turns to you with a worried look on her face.
“What do you think it is for?”
You bite your lip. “I have no idea. I wanna say it's about the new player but who knows?”
You hope it is and as unfortunate as it is for you to discuss him, you will have to hold your own. You know better than to be invited into the manager’s office. Though, judging by the temperament of him you would not predict anything. Last time when he called you, it was about Jeon Jerk, asking you to be more serious about your job as if it was your fault the man spared you the necessary details.
The asshole asked YOU to do your job better by virtue of HIS player not being sweet enough to listen. Maybe, there is indeed a misogynistic asshole going around and it’s the manager. No wonder women don’t volunteer to work for him.
Since, You love your job —god knows you wanna keep doing it— you kept quiet and took every jab he threw at you.
“Wait, Do I have time to pray? Should I pray?” she’s clearly panicking and you pat her on the shoulder.
“Just hope my job is still intact” you say, warily reaching for your purse. You both head out.
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“Miss Kim, have a seat” James nods at the chair before him.
Once you’re settled, he continues, “I asked for you to join me here regarding the upcoming game. Care to fill in about the status of injury assessment?"
You clear your throat, “Absolutely, I was planning on getting on that today” 
“Well, I would love for you to do it soon as you know we have a new player in the team with us now”
You jerk, leaning forward. “We do?”
“Yes, and if you can please hurry with the assessment I would be grateful. You can do that right? Not too much of a work for you, eh?” 
Someone give him a medal from the way he's trying to hide the venom in his voice.
“Sure I can” you give him a firm nod. 
James Adams is an entitled, self centered asshole who thinks he’s above everyone else just because of his position. You reckon he does anything for the team besides talking bullshit. He kind of reminds you of your dad who also has the nasty habit of thinking the world of himself.
You’re all about self love but when that self love turns into chronically demeaning everybody in their close proximity, it boils your blood. This man in front of you is no better than your father. What's that saying? Out of the frying pan into the fire.
So you say nothing further and excuse yourself. You would have barfed in his face if you stayed there a second longer. Actually that's not a very bad idea. Bella is standing outside waiting for you as you close the door behind yourself.
“What did he say?” 
You bark, “Bunch of horseshit” 
“Typical” 
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Jungkook 
There is a buzzing noise somewhere around Jungkook. Fuck, his head hurts. He frantically searches for his phone, still not opening his eyes. When he finds it, he slides his thumb on the screen and picks up the call. 
“Dude, how big do you want your coffin to be?” He loves his best friend but right now he would rather be sleeping than listen to him bark in his own ear. 
He finally squints his eyes open, “What the fuck are you talking about?” 
“Have you looked at the time?” says Taehyung.
“What time- FUCK!!!” he shrieks as he looks at the clock.
Somebody kill him right now. No wait, he’s gonna die either way so why bother. If he didn’t scream loud enough before, he does now. He all but jumps off the bed when he sees the blondie on the other side sleeping like she fucking owns it, wearing nothing but a thong. She must have heard him malfunctioning because soon she stirs, groaning as she slowly wakes up like a Disney princess. Who the heck is she and how did she get in here? Then it comes to him.
“Please Jungkook just take me to your room and fuck me. Show me what those hockey hands are capable of.” 
He wants to swallow a fistful of iron nails. Speaking straight from his shoulders, he has made plenty of bad decisions throughout his career and this is not his first time bringing a puck bunny up to his room but it has never come to this. Missing his hockey practice because he was too exhausted to get his sweet ass up and run to the academy. 
Taehyung screams from the other side of the line, “Are you there? Hello?” 
Shit, he forgot he was on a call. 
“I’ll be there soon. Cover for me until then.” With that he presses the red circular button and ends the call with him muttering some curses.
He glances back at the blondie, “Why are you not gone yet?” 
She’s looking at him with those fuck me eyes she had last night but right now when he’s well aware of the fact that he’s in hot water, they don’t do shit to him. Coach will have his head on a platter today for sure. Honestly, they wouldn’t have done shit to him if it was not for the great deal of alcohol last night.
“I thought of you as a morning sex person” she twirls a strand of hair with her finger, sitting up now. Her tits hang free and he can see his hickeys decorating her chest.
He wants to laugh. She’s not even close to his type. His type is the woman in blue scrubs with her brunette hair slicked back in a ponytail. His type is the woman who looks like she could be watching grass grow rather than to look at him. His type is the woman who walks into a room and lights it up. His type is the woman who is too bright for him and his mundane personality, who has a face worth millions. His type is Kim Destiny. 
“No need to waste your precious time thinking about me. You can go” 
He places his phone back on the table and saunters over to the bathroom, not bothering looking back at her. He has boundaries and he intends to keep it that way.
He quickly goes through his routine of taking a shower, making a cup of coffee, sliding into a pair of sweatpants and the Ice Dominator’s jersey with his name on the back. Not in that order, of course.
The girl is thankfully gone by the time he finishes. Once he’s done with his coffee he picks up the car keys and a protein bar from the kitchen counter and heads to the academy hoping his limbs remain intact by the time he’s home.
The Academy is bustling as usual with players keeping themselves busy with hockey and their gym sessions. He heads straight for the rink not even bothering to change into the uniform. He needs to see for himself that everybody is still on the ice. Everything comes after that.
Surprisingly, he sees not a single guy when he reaches there. His heartbeat stops.
“Hey Pixie, where are the boys? Did they already leave?” he asks the brunette kid who looks like he just saw a ghost. Or it’s just Jungkook who he saw.
He shakes his head, “They’re all in the gym. The doc called them earlier, said she had something important to get done with them” 
Jungkook gives him a quick thanks and walks towards the gym. What could be so important that she had to call the boys mid practice? Is someone hurt? Is she hurt? His heart leaps in hid throat as he runs. Fuck, please let him be wrong.
The first thing that he sees as he enters the room full of equipment are his teammates. Taehyung and Yoongi are in the corner lifting weights, Namjoon is using the treadmill as he runs on it. The rest of the boys are all scattered around doing their own thing. He still can’t find Destiny anywhere but her assistant, Bella, is talking to Namjoon while holding a file so he lets out a sigh, relieved that nobody is in fact hurt and in need of help. 
“Do you wanna get a tattoo on the peni— oh look who’s here. Jeon Jungkook as I live and breathe.”
Taehyung drops the weight on the ground before walking up to him. He’s dressed in a black tee and sports shorts. The man looks good in everything. Bet he’d look in a sack too. 
“Whoa!! Why do you look like you wanna kill somebody or wanna get killed? Is everything okay?” 
Jungkook lets his face relax, focusing more on the eyebrows which had gone tensed due to his unnecessary anxiety. “Yeah, all’s good. The practice ended early?” 
“The practice ended just on time. It’s you who’s late” he pats my shoulder. 
He runs his fingers through his hair and walks towards the bench, dropping his bag on it. Taehyung follows him ignoring Yoongi who’s calling him back for the weightlifting. 
“Doc wanted to assess our injuries for the last time before our game if you’re curious which, I know you are. You’re always curious about her” 
He winks at Jungkook and he punches him on the chest. Taehyung laughs as he rubs the spot.
“Keep your voice down, will you?” 
Bella’s voice echoes across the room, “Jeon, you’re up next” 
He takes out his water bottle, takes a swig and stands. A wince leaves him as he gets a flashback of the last time he had to face her. It didn’t go very well and he’s sure she hates him now. He would too. After all, he not only talked to her rudely but also lied through his teeth about his injury. It’s pretty old so he had not felt the need to mention it. 
He sees a guy coming out of the office just before he’s about to enter. He has brown hair long enough to reach the nape of his neck. Even from where Jungkook’s standing, he can say the man doesn’t reach above his shoulders. Who the fuck is he? Oh wait, he must be the new player that got traded down here. The guy must have sensed him making a hole through his head by the way he’s staring because he’s begins walking towards him with a bright grin.
“Hey man, you must be Jeon Jungkook? Heard a lot about you. I’m Park Jimin” He holds out his hand, asking Jungkook to shake it and he gives it a firm handshake. Word to the wise : never give someone a weak handshake. His grandfather has been asking him to do that ever since he was 15, said it doesn’t leave a strong impression and he’s be lying if he says he was wrong.
He offers Jimin a nod, “Nice to meet you. Excited to get on the rink with you.” 
He takes his hand back. “Oh the feeling is mutual but—”
“Jungkook, please join me inside” 
Destiny’s voice cuts him off as she looks over to both of them with an eerie expression on her face. Her eyes bounce between them, resting a second longer on Jimin. Does she know him? Do they have a history? Wait, are they a thing? Even if they are, why does it bother him? Jungkook couldn’t care less about the pretty physical therapist who wears her blue scrubs like armor and white crocs with strawberries on them.
He gives Jimin another nod and follows her into the office. Although, he’s not sure if a massage table and a stool resting beside it counts as an office. The room which she works in is much better. This one is just for examinations and massage therapy so he guesses it doesn’t need that much of an upgrade.
She gestures towards the table, “Please sit”
He says nothing and settles himself up, clearing his throat.
“Look I know we got off on the wrong foot last time and it could have gone so much better, but we can still start over right?”
Destiny takes a deep breath, filling her chest with air. She’s wearing her hair in a bun today. It sits at the top of her head and some strands are set loose cascading down her face. God, she’s pretty.
He looks down and back up at her. “Sure”
Her face shows her annoyance with the one word response. He doesn't blame her. He'd be pissed too.
She’s quiet for a moment, “Why don’t you tell me about your knee injury to start with?”
“What are you talking about?”
She sighs, “You know what I’m talking about Jungkook. Please don’t make me work for it. It’s my job to know about your past and present injuries, if any. The manager has already given me crap about it”
He freezes. His hackles rising and his relaxed face long gone.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing”
He levels her with a stern face, “What.did.he.say?”
She’s not obligated to answer him. Hell, she could just slap him in the face and leave but he needs to know what went down with that son of a bitch. When and if she decides to let him in the details and it turns out something wicked, he’s gonna hunt that man down and make his life miserable.
Much to his surprise, she takes a step back and starts talking. "He called me in his office today and," she halts,
"Well let's just say there were some words thrown around which clearly meant he thinks of me as a feather brained bitch"
He might look unbothered from outside but the indignation inside him could just about burn the whole city down. He tries to keep calm and pries some more.
His jaw clenches. "What else?"
Destiny shakes her head, shuffling on her feet. “Jungkook it’s really not that seriou—”
“It is serious. You work for us, you tolerate our asses and in return if we fail to give you the respect which, you deserve by the way cause it’s the bare minimum, we might as well save everyone’s time and money by giving all of this up.”
“Why do you care?” she shakes her head.
He takes a step forward, “Because you— Because you work for us, Destiny. You look out for our bodies, our injuries, our fuckups. Is that not enough?”
She barely reaches his shoulders. It’s cute how she has to crane her neck up in order to look him in the eye. She keeps looking at him for a long minute, searching his face.
“You think I don’t know that? Do you really think I don’t have what it takes to ask for my own dignity?”
He takes a long step back. This conversation was as unforeseen as they come. The room gets filled with heavy silence and he can hear Destiny’s heavy breath. He can tell she’s trying to calm herself as if his words have blindsided her.
Needless to say she’s a tad bit taken aback. Jungkook would be too if someone who never bothered to speak a word to him and when he did, there was nothing pleasant about his tone suddenly started to care.
But that’s where she’s wrong, nothing about his care or concern for her is sudden. He still remembers the day she accidentally drank the almond smoothie Bella brought not knowing the fact that she’s allergic to it. She’d started choking the second it went down her throat. He also remembers how Yoongi injected the epipen against her thigh as she came back to life.
Meanwhile, he stood behind shaking in his goddamn boots. Too scared to let her out of his sight and too pathetic to hold her close. Yeah, he’s not proud of that.
He sighs, “You know that’s not what I meant—”
Namjoon walks inside with a hand towel around his neck “Doc, you about done? The boys are being incorrigible over there. If you don’t hurry, one of them is gonna call a tattoo artist and get their dick tattooed. Right here”
The room falls silent.
“Jesus” she looks over to where the guys are bickering about something, propping her hands on her hips. “Yeah, give me a minute.”
“Sure” and with that he walks away.
She picks up a blue file from the stool, not looking at him. Why is she not looking at him?
“If you don’t want to tell me about your injury right now, that’s fine. Since, I know it’s pretty old and It’s unlikely that you’re gonna get affected by it in the upcoming games, there’s no need to worry. However, I would still suggest you be careful. Anything can happen out there and your knee is in a vulnerable position. Don’t pick unnecessary fights, don’t let the opponent know your weak link.”
She glances at him, dropping the file back to where it was.
“You can go”
Without a preamble, he heads outside, passing Taehyung. He hears him cracking a joke about penis tattoos and piercings with his girlfriend’s name on it. Destiny cracks up and Jungkook wonders if she would have done the same, had he been the one cracking the joke. Only, he doesn’t crack jokes. Not around her at least. It’s not like he's some grumpy bastard who wants nothing to do with anybody around him and thinks of him as omniscient.
There’s just something about Destiny which puts him at loss of words. Knotting his tongue it in such a way where he can’t get an expression out. Only look at her and god, does he look at her. He's not stupid. He knows it’s a crush but she’s like a mirage to him. She’s unreachable, forbidden and so fucking beautiful.
Does he want to make her his? Yes, Is he going to risk his career and hers over it? Absolutely not. So, he makes use of the only right nobody can take away from him. Not even her. Admire her from afar. Fantasize more about tasting her, licking her slender neck and worshipping the ground that she walks on and one day if she lets him, Jungkook will do anything to turn all of that into reality.
He finds Yoongi seated on of the benches, scrolling on his phone.
Facing him, Jungkook speaks in a low voice. "Do you have any idea where James is?"
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Destiny
Never have you ever wanted to run away as much as you did when you saw Jimin in front of yourself, standing all tall and proud. You had wished it to be a dream, wished you just had a nightmare about him joining the same team you happen to work with but reality is a goddamn bitch and it bites hard when it does. He had grown out his hair longer but he still has the same smile, same eyes and the same charm he used on you back then. Park Jimin is a man people don’t ever forget once they see him. He has an aura which traps everyone so hard they can never escape. How do you know? You have been a victim yourself.
You meticulously go through the consequences and eventualities of being in the same room as him again. You seeing him everyday and him reminding you of every single detail you have tried so hard forgetting about, the boys finding out about you both and putting you through the wringer or worse, him. The possibilities are endless and you feel the sudden urge to square everything with him.
Contrary to what you had thought, he reacted pretty normally when he saw you as if somebody had already told him about you. You had expected him to get shocked or at the very least pretend to be shocked.
Having said that, he just gave you a single nod as if you're someone he passes by every morning at the park. Are you this forgettable? Are you someone people just brush aside like that? Your father’s words echo in your ears like loud drums,
“You know, nobody will love you if you keep looking like this. Eat less”
“Girl, do you ever stop eating? Every time I see you, you're stuffing something in that mouth of yours!!”
“Don’t come running back at me when no guy gives a shit about you”
You were 10 and he was an asshole. He still is.
Thanks to him, you now have a tendency to cook when you're stressed over anything. It brings you comfort and diverts your mind from the excessive overthinking. You would go bald if it puts the voices into silent mode.
After already wasting half of your life speculating what to eat, counting calories and whatnot, you came to the terms that you can’t actually operate that way and began eating whatever the fuck you wanted. Yet still, you need to go a long way in order to fully love yourself and your body. It's a journey and you're moving ahead step by step. One day at a time.
One would even say you're hot. You have received compliments from several people over the course of time except you don’t have a thigh gap, your arms jiggle and you also happen to have a love handle. You would have adored them if it wasn’t for your dad making you feel shitty about having them.
A knock on your door stops you midway as you're kneading the dough. Biscuit runs over to you, jumping on the counter.
“Coming”
The knock comes back again, this time slightly louder.
“Oh my god wait I’m coming”
The door swings open and you gasp. “Mina?”
She passes by you, dragging her suitcase along with her.
“Hey bestie”
You close the door and follow her further into the hall. “What’s going on? What’s with the suitcase?”
Your best friend’s sudden arrival must have caught you by slight surprise but your cat is rather pleased to see her. Traitor. She starts clawing at her feet excitedly.
“What a good girl you are? Yes, you are” Mina coos at her and then glances up at you from where she has biscuit nestled in her lap,
“I need a place to live for a few days because my shitty boss kept rejecting all my articles and I really wanna bring her something worth the front page. Apparently, writing about the famous coffee shop around the corner and their secret ingredient being maple syrup wasn’t good enough.”
You round the counter and continue kneading the dough for your strawberry pie. It’s not unlikely for Mina to show up unannounced. In fact, she has done that plenty of times but the suitcase was never involved. This one is new.
“So you decided to barge in here without even asking?” You tease.
She flashes you a dramatic look. “Look at us, Destiny. Aren’t we the same girls who giggled about living together after college? With matching slippers and movie marathons?”
“Okay okay you dramatic bitch. How long are you here for?”
Biscuit runs to do her business and she gets up, setting her suitcase to the side.
She sighs, “Not sure. As long as it takes me to come up with a new topic to write about–HEY— why don’t I just write on the hockey team you work with? What are they called? Ice…ice”
“Ice Dominators” you fill in for her.
She slaps her thigh. “That’s the one”
You shrug, “I mean you can, but you’ll have to call in on the coach first. He operates everything inside and outside the team”
Coach Ian is too nice to turn her request down. He’s one of the most genuine people in the federation. Maybe this is why the team is so strong and united. He respects every single boy and receives it tenfold. It's a mutual thing.
“Shit, How come I didn’t think about that” she bites her lip, her enthusiasm replaced by nervousness.
“Don’t worry. He won’t make you work for it. Ian is as nice as they come” you assure.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. As you watch, she opens your fridge, taking out the box of frozen blueberries and pops one into her mouth.
“Do you want me to give you a hand?” she mumbles while chewing.
You point towards the bathroom, “Go and take a shower, right now. You stinky”
You duck the blueberry she throws your way, laughing as you do. Giving your cheek one last kiss, she excuses herself.
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Warm hands roam over your thigh, squeezing them. You muffle your moan with your palm and take every thrust. 
“Yeah, you like that? You like how I’m pounding into this ass right now?” 
You gasp. 
“Such a good girl” he praises.
The man behind you presses a kiss to your naked shoulder as he rasps in your ears, “Were you walking around all day dripping for me?” 
He pulls his cock out and thrusts again. You meet him with equal passion and hunger. 
“Tell me” 
You nod. 
“I need your words, Destiny” 
You cry out, “Yes Oh god, Yes. I wanted you in me so bad” 
He cups your pussy and rubs your clit with his palm until you're rolling your eyes to the back of your head and squirming. Thrust after thrust he brings you to your sweet release while talking dirty things in your ear. You're about to melt into a puddle of goo. He’s got you totally at his mercy. 
“So beautiful like this. Taking my cock so well huh?” 
“Ahh it feels so good, right there. Just right there, don’t stop” 
He bites down your shoulder, “Come for me and let everyone outside hear the name you’re screaming, you dirty whore” 
Your heartbeat picks up as you squeeze him with the tight ring of muscle, orgasm crashing over. 
“FUCK. Oh my god Jungkook!!”
Your eyes fling open and you sit up so fast your head starts spinning. Everything around you is pitch black. Wait, where am you? 
Mina is at your side in an instant, “Destiny, are you okay babe?”
You look around and release a sigh of relief. You run your fingers through your hair, ruffling them. 
“Yeah um… I’m fine. It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep.” 
Except it wasn’t. It was one hell of a dream where you were getting fucked into oblivion by your player. You're not even going to lie and say that you didn’t like it. C’mon you're a woman of needs, it’s just that, him fulfilling those needs was not on the cards for you even if it wasn't real.
You check the time on your phone and wince at the bright light flashing up at you. It’s 2:45 am and you just had a back breaking sex dream about a man who you want nothing to do with. Who, as beautiful as he is, annoys the hell out of you with those one word replies and grumpy face. An edgy feeling threatens to rise.
Oh god it’s going to be awkward now. It’s only normal to walk on eggshells around someone people have these sort of dreams about. You have read your fair share of books where the female character gets a sex dream about a man and then they don’t talk to each other for the rest of their lives. Okay, that's a bit of a stretch but it might as well not be.
Yeah, you admit you guys don’t talk to each other a lot as it is, or are longtime best friends tiptoeing around their feelings, but you're afraid you're gonna have to ignore him forever for the sake of your own sanity. 
I’m so fucked. You think.
tags - @httpjeonlicious @lovingkoalaface @rpwprpwprpwprw
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smoooothoperator · 4 months ago
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What Was I Made For?
15: There She Goes
childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (👀)
Warnings: Charles POV, 👀🤭, +18 (will be marked), social media. Violet Sinclair cameo
a/n: HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE!!!!! I hope everyone is having an amazing summer!! Let's see how many of you remembers my other OC hehe
IMPORTANT: If someone wants to give me ideas of names you are very welcome! And ideas for a gender reveal too, I want to make it special and include your ideas!
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f1_gossip BREAKING NEWS! This morning, an Italian gossip magazine posted pictures of a pair no one imagined could be together. And that pair is Dafne Morelli and Charles Leclerc! They were seen first in Charles' car, both of them so lovey dovey sharing a few kisses and later they were seen walking out of a medical center. 
We never guessed they could be together. What do you guys think?
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dafneismymom Omfg! There's no way they are dating! They lied to us????
dafnenation I don't think they lied… I bet Ferrari did something, you know how that team is… dafneismymom oooohh yeah, right
ferrari95 But where is she? She disappeared after the last race. She didn't even update her fandom of how she was doing??
f1_gossip the magazine said they were found somewhere in the middle of Tuscany. And that someone anonymous leaked their info
heistupid Paparazzi are so annoying! If they wanted to keep it a secret, it was for something! Why the hell didn't they expose them??
dafnenation Let's hole Dafne is alright, I'm sure she will explain soon.
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The day began with a sense of calm. Waking up next to her without fear of her reaction was a relief, a feeling I hadn't experienced.. Then, I saw my kid for the first time and heard the heartbeat. The sound of the heartbeat filled the room with a resonance as profound and moving as a symphony in a grand auditorium. My baby is healthy and beautiful.
But then, those cameras. Those paparazzi.
The smile full of joy and happiness Dafne had the moment we walked out of the medical center, holding the envelope with the gender of our baby and pictures of it, was erased the moment she saw a flash and heard people calling our names. 
The joy that lit up her face vanished, replaced by a look of sheer terror. Seeing that transformation ignited a fire of anger in my veins.
I guided her quickly to the car, making sure they didn't take more pictures of us, and drive away from the village as fast as I could, not caring about speed limits 
“Are you okay?” I asked gently, barely above a whisper, looking through the rear-view mirror, making sure none of those paparazzi followed us with their cars. “Dafne”
“H-How” I heard her mumble, holding my hand tightly.
“I don't know, Daf. I really don't know” I sighed, shaking my head.
When I saw the fences of her property nearby I looked back again, sighing with relief when I didn't find a car behind us. I got out  and opened the gate, going back into the car and driving in.
“Go inside” I told her, squeezing her hand softly, and she only nodded and walked out.
I took a deep breath, pacing around and immediately feeling my phone buzzing.
Seeing Fred's name flash on my screen made me clench my jaw. I took a deep breath, steeling myself before answering.
“Fred-”
“You know where she is and yet you didn't even think about telling me?!” he screamed into the mic, making me frown and pull the phone away from my ear. 
“I can explain, Fred…”
“And you are dating her? Or what?” he groaned. “There are pictures of you two together, of you two kissing in the car. You know you can't date, there's a contract!”
“She can't drive anymore, Fred!” I exclaimed, closing my eyes immediately. “She…”
“She what, Charles” he groaned. “I know nothing about her. She didn't even call me to say she wasn't coming to the company dinner. Didn't even give me an update of her health”
“It's complicated, Fred, more than you know.” I exhaled sharply. “We'll come to Maranello tomorrow and explain everything. Just...trust me.”
“You? What do you have to do in this?” he scoffed. “This is about Dafne”
“And about me” I groaned. “We will go there tomorrow. And after the meeting you can do whatever you want with her seat. But first, listen to her”
“What are you now, her manager?” he laughed. “If I remember well, you two hated each other”
“Well, not anymore” I sighed.
“Whatever. You better have a good explanation” he said.
I ended the call and groaned, looking at how my phone was going crazy with notifications.
Not now. I can't deal with this now. I need to see her.
I walked inside of the house through the front door, finding Dafne sitting on the couch. She was looking at the pictures the doctor gave us, tracing the lines of it with her finger. I saw how she clenched her jaw a few times, how her knee was bouncing up and down, how she played with the ring on her middle finger. 
All the signs of her being anxious. Of an oncoming anxiety attack.
“Hey” I sighed, sitting next to her and placing my hand on her bouncing knee, squeezing it softly and rubbing circles on her skin. “Talk to me, come on”
“How could they find us” she murmured, her eyes still fixed on the image. “Who sent them? Who told them?”
“I don't know, Daf” I said, again. “If I knew, I would make every single person who sent them regret disturbing us”
“Why can't they leave me alone?” she mumbled. “Everyone is asking where I am. Everyone wants to know what I'm doing with my life, shaky I'm not giving signals…”
“Fred called” I said. “He…”
“Let me guess, he saw the pictures and now he's mad”
“Y-yeah” I sighed, looking down. “He saw us together. He thinks we are dating. I told him we are going tomorrow to the factory to explain everything”
I felt how her body shook with a shiver and how she took a deep breath. She can't stress right now, which is not good for the baby. If only I could take all her pain.
“And what do we tell him now?” she sighed. “Its all my fault, Charles”
“Hey, no” I frowned, placing my hand on her cheek and making her look at me. “It's not, Dafne. None of this is your fault”
“I should have told him that I couldn't race a month ago” she whispered. “The moment the doctor told me that I had to stop racing, I should have called him and told him to find another driver. Now it's too late. It's too late and I'm facing the consequences”
“You are not alone in this” I sighed, leaning closer and pressing my forehead against hers. “We are going tomorrow to the factory. We will tell him that we are going to be parents. Let him think whatever he wants, but I won't let him touch you, not even scream to you”
“Charles...” she murmured, her voice wavering with unspoken emotions."
“We will write a statement” I said, slowly. “We will tell everything. Let's be clear about our story. It's their problem if they believe us or not”
“You want to tell them everything?” she asked, with surprise in her voice.
“Everything” I nodded.
She took a deep breath and nodded slowly, leaning closer to me and wrapping her arms around mez resting her head on my shoulder. I felt her taking deep breaths, and her body started to relax after some seconds.
“We will be okay” I nodded.
She nodded and sighed, her breath hitting my neck softly while she moved closer to me.
“This is our last day in the bubble, hm?” I heard her groan, making me laugh softly.
“It is” I nodded. “But I promise you, Dafne. This is just a little obstacle. We will fix it and then we can go back to our bubble”
I felt her fingers on my nape, burying themselves on my hair, making me close my eyes and lean on her, holding her closer. I took a deep breath, breathing her scent so deeply it nearly made me taste the vanilla of her perfume. 
“What do you think everyone is saying about us?” she whispered.
“Let's not think about it” I sighed. “Give me just some minutes to calm down”
“Mhm, okay” she nodded against my chest.
I closed my eyes, resting my chin on top of her head. We were tangled into each other, hugging and holding the other like our life depended on it.
“Our baby has a beautiful heartbeat” I whispered.
“It has…” she smiled. “The most beautiful heartbeat I ever heard”
“Yeah” I nodded. “I would make a song with it. I would… God, I would write a song only for you and our kid”
“Would you?” she whispered, and somehow I heard a soft giggle.
“I will” I promised. “I will compose so many songs for you and our baby…”
“You have a beautiful heartbeat, too” she whispered, pressing her head closer to my chest.
“It beats for you” I confessed. “It always did and always will do. Only for you, there's no one else, Dafne”
She pulled away and looked up at me, with her hand pressed on my chest. Her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes that once looked at me with hate and anger, now look at me with a completely different feeling. And somehow, that made me melt.
“My heart is yours, it always has been yours, Dafne Morelli” I whispered.
“Charles…” she whispered, meaning closer to me, brushing her lips with mine.
I didn't let her say anything, pressing my lips on hers and holding her face with my hands. 
Kissing her felt intoxicating, a necessary escape. I craved the warmth of her presence, the comfort of her touch.
I felt her moving, standing up just a few seconds before she sat on my lap with her legs on each of my sides. I looked up at her, smiling while I placed my hands on her hips.
“Hi” I smiled, breathless. 
“Hi” she whispered back, placing her hands on my shoulders. 
I smile and place my hands on her belly, rubbing it softly. We are in our bubble, not wanting to know what is happening outside, ignoring our phones and focusing on what we feel right now.
“You are the most beautiful woman I ever saw in my life” I whispered, pressing delicate kisses on her lips, then her nose, then her cheek, then her jaw. “I swear, Dafne. No one compares to you”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” she breathed, her voice low and urgent, as she gently bit my bottom lip.
I chuckled, holding her close to me and slipping my hands under her jumper, pulling her closer, feeling her bump pressed against me. I pressed my lips against hers again, biting her lip softly to make her open her mouth, slipping my tongue and exploring her mouth.
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I heard her moan softly and it made me go crazy. 
“Fuck” I groan, pulling away and looking at her, feeling my heart close to burst.
“W-what?” she mumbled, looking at me surprised.
“I just…” I swallowed thickly. “God, I don't want to do this in the couch”
“Oh… Oh!” she laughed, hugging me.
“Yeah” I sighed.
“Then take me to bed, Leclerc” she whispered in my ear, biting my lobe softly. “Make me yours, hm?”
“Oh fuck” I moan, holding her. 
She got up from my lap, looking down at me with a smile filled with list and desire. I followed her with my eyes, watching how she walked upstairs looking at me over her shoulder. I felt a pull, like a string tied on my heart that pulled me to her, following her close. Dafne walked to her room, leaning on the door frame and looking at me with a smile, waiting for me. I stood in front of her, placing my hand on her neck and kissing her.
I felt her hands on my hips, moving to the button of my jeans and unbuttoning it slowly, making me chuckle.
“Eager, are we?” I chuckled softly against her lips, placing my hands on her hips and walking inside her room, smiling when she started to push down my jeans.
“You have no idea” she mumbled, biting my lip. “You have way too many clothes”
“You too” I groan.
Slowly, clothes started to fall to the floor until both of us were naked in front of the other. I scanned her body with my eyes, stopping in every curve, every beauty mark. 
“You are so fucking beautiful” I whisper, taking a step closer to her. “So God damn beautiful”
She smiled, closing her eyes when I pressed my lips on her neck, wrapping my arms around her body and walking towards the bed and laying her on it.
Her skin tasted so sweet, her smell was intoxicating me, making me need more, more, more. I kissed all the way between her legs, pressing soft kisses on the valley of her chest, on her breasts, on her stomach, on her belly. 
I took a deep breath, rubbing her folds with my finger and paying attention to her reactions, diving into her core and lapping all her juices.
“Fuck, Charles…” she gasped, arching her back.
I smiled, pushing another finger until she came around them, making sure to give her all the pleasure she deserves.
“Please, I need you inside” she moaned. “Please, Charles…”
“You don't need to beg, my love” I whisper. 
She looked at me with shock in her eyes, hearing the way I called her, but her gaze softened and sat on the bed in front of me. I helped her move, holding her thighs and moaning softly when I felt her core rubbing my length, looking into her eyes.
“I think… I think I'm falling in love with you” she whispered, accommodating herself on top of me. 
“Yeah?” I smiled. 
“Mhm” she nodded, moaning softly as I entered her slowly. 
I held her, helping her move and kissing her lips slowly. Her soft moans are music for my ears, making me need more, push deeper and kiss every inch kf her body.
I felt her hard nipples pressed against my chest, and I looked at her fore a few seconds.
There was something magical about Dafne's transformation during her pregnancy. Her skin had a warm, radiant glow, and her eyes sparkled with a new emotion. Her body transformed in gentle ways. Her breasts become fuller, a visible sign of the life growing inside her. Her belly rounded gracefully, a perfect curve that I couldn't help but reach out and touch. 
I leaned on her, looking into her eyes as I kissed her left breast, cupping the other one with my hand. Something inside me was asking me to bite, to suck, to mark. And with my eyes I asked her if I could listen to my needs.
And the moment she nodded, opening her mouth to leave a moan as I rocked my lips to hit a deeper part inside of her, I let my tongue lick the skin of her breast, rubbing the nipple with it and closing my lips around it.
I heard her gasp the moment she came around me, squeezing me in a way that helped me reach the climax too, closing my eyes as I liked away from her breast and kissed her lips.
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“I love you” I moaned, repeating those three words again and again until we both came down from our high. “I love you, I love you”
She looked at me, panting softly, and smiled before kissing my lips deeply.
“I'm yours” she whispered. “Yours, only yours. My heart is yours, too”
And with those words, I felt at home. She's my person. She's my home.
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 I had to hold her hand to make sure she didn't bite her nails. I had to put her favorite music on the car to keep her calm. 
And I made love to her before leaving home, hoping it would ease her nerves.
“What if he gets furious?” she whispered, her voice trembling with anxiety, repeating the question for the third time since we left home.
“Then he can go to hell” I sighed. 
“He's still your boss!” she gasped. “You can't just…”
“Dafne” I sighed, squeezing her knee softly. “It's okay. We can do this”
Oh, boy. This was going to be the hardest meeting of my life with Fred. I have to explain how everything fell apart and how I fell in love with her.
“But he’ll be so disappointed, Charles,” she sighed, her voice heavy with regret. “He trusted me, and I should have been more professional, called him earlier and told him the truth
“Hey, stop blaming yourself” I said, holding her hand tighter. “You wanted privacy, you were in shock with the news. You had every right to take a break”
“But not like this. I wasn't acting as a professional at all” she groaned. 
I sighed and shook my head, taking a deep breath when I saw Maranello nearby. If the rumors were right, Fred showed Lewis Hamilton a contract to take Dafne's seat. Let's hope he's not around, because it would be bad for Dafne.
“Let's go” I sighed, parking the car and getting out of it with her.
I didn't hesitate in holding her hand, having a tight grip and walking inside of the factory, knowing that everyone would be looking at us. Luckily, Dafne was wearing a baggy jumper, making her bump not be too obvious for those who ignore her pregnancy.
“Charles, Dafne” 
We both flinched when we heard him behind us, clearing his throat and walking closer to us. She wanted to let go of my hand, but I gave her a subtle squeeze to let her know that I won't stop taking her hand even if our boss, my boss, was in front of us.
“Good to see you, Dafne” he said, with clear irony in his voice. “I think we have a lot of things to talk about, aren't we?”
“Y-yeah” she nodded, tensing.
I squeezed her hand again, looking at her. She smiled weakly and sighed, looking at Fred. He started walking towards his office and we followed him close behind him. I could feel how nervous she was, how she clenched her jaw and licked her lip as a nervous tic. 
“Sit, please” Fred said, gesturing to the chairs that were placed in front of his office.
The small room seemed to close in around me as I glanced at the photos on the walls, each one a painful reminder of what she’s about to lose.It was like he did it on purpose, putting a picture of the day she won her first race, the same one she had in her private room in the hospitality. And next to that picture, the one where I won with Ferrari for the first time.
What a dirty move.
“Well, you are free to start talking” he said, motioning us. 
“I…” she started talking, biting her lip. “I'm sorry. I did everything wrong. And please, don't blame Charles, it wasn't his fault…”
“Dafne” I frowned. 
“The day I had the crash and was sent to the hospital, I received the news that I am pregnant” she mumbled, looking down at her lap, not daring to see Fred.
“With my baby” I said, looking at Fred, somehow challenging. He knows I would do anything for my family.
“How far are you” he wanted to know, and she flinched, closing her eyes.
“Seventeen weeks” she mumbled. “Nearly five months”
“Five months…” he sighed, staying quiet for a few seconds that felt like hours. “And you two have been together since then?”
“Yes” I said quickly, watching Dafne look at me, frowning. “Not exactly that time, but… after the lawsuit thing passed, we talked about our things…”
He looked at us, scanning us with his eyes. Clearly, not believing what I said.
“You know you have to renounce your seat” Fred sighed. “Right?”
“Yeah” she nodded, and I could hear her voice breaking. “I… We came here because we wanted to make things clear”
“We planned to announce her retirement and issue a statement, hoping to control the narrative before rumors could spiral out of control.” I sighed, holding Dafne's hand and looking at her. “Today the paparazzi invaded our privacy. We didn't tell anyone where we were staying, only her family knew where we were. Someone leaked the info and gave it to them”
“Yeah, I saw the pictures” he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. “Look… This is a big mess. But I guess you are still in time to announce your retirement. I don't know if you saw the rumors but Lewis is going to take your seat”
I felt her body tense. From her hand to her feet. When she heard it, she swallowed thickly and took a deep trembling breath. 
“Right” she nodded. “So he can bring back the glory of Ferrari? He is going to retire soon, Fred. I don't think that's a good idea”
“If you two didn't share a bed none of this would be happening” he frowned. 
“What we do in our private life is none of your business” she snapped. “It was an accident, yes. But I don't regret it. And never in a million years I would have thought of getting rid of my baby just to stay here”
“I wasn't saying that, Dafne” Fred frowned.
“But I bet you were thinking it” she groaned. “That's why they say this is a sport for men, hm? Less hormones and problems. We are too weak for this”
I felt her anger coming out of the deepest part of her soul, and I had to stop her before she regrets anything. Because I know she would regret it.
“Dafne…” I sighed, squeezing her hand and shaking my head softly. 
“You are free from this team, then” Fred said. “We will announce your retirement after you give that statement you want to post”
She got up slowly, looking at Fred and clenching her jaw. I got up with a jump, looking at her with worry in my eyes.
“You were like a father figure for me in this team, Fred” she mumbled. “But the moment you showed me your back after the Monza incident, I felt betrayed”
I stepped towards her, gently taking her hand in mine, our fingers intertwining as a silent promise that we'd face whatever came next together.
“I hope next season goes like you want it to go” she mumbled. “With a champion on your team. And I'm not talking about Lewis. Soon you'll regret making that move”
I looked at her, feeling so many things. I was proud of her, because she stood up against Fred alone, like she always did whenever something bad happened, even if she hates confronting problems. But at the same time I felt so sad, because I knew she was facing how her dream slipped through her fingers, giving up on it because of a mistake we made, no matter if we now accept it and love it.
“And I hope this new step in your life goes smoothly” he sighed, smiling weakly. “Congratulations, if I can say it”
“Thank you” she nodded, placing her hand on her belly.
I saw Fred smiling weakly, looking at her belly. I wonder if he regrets things he said or did. I wonder if he, somehow, feels bad for not reaching for her during all this time assuming she was only running away. I wonder if he's happy for us.
“I always thought you two would make a beautiful couple” he sighed. “It was too sad watching you fight, you two were clearly so oblivious. But really I'm glad you two are together”
We nodded, looking at him for one last time before walking out of the office.
I felt her tension, her anger, her stress. I tried to calm her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, but she stayed quiet until we got in the car.
“What the hell was that?” she groaned. “Lewis? Really? Oh my God, he really made a greedy move!”
I took a deep breath and sighed. I knew about that. If course I did. I caught him making a phone call with him, talking about replacing Dafne.
“I gave everything to this team, and that's how they thank me?” she scoffed. “They didn't reach for me! He could have called me, I had my phone!”
“He never did?” I frowned. 
“No” she groaned.
“Fuck…” I sighed. “He told me he did. That he tried to call you and you never answered”
“Well, that was a cheap lie, then” she laughed bitterly. 
“You… Do you want to say everything?” I sighed, holding her hand. “You want to tell them about Ferrari?”
She took a deep breath and bit her lip, looking out of the car at the red factory, her eyes fixed on the horse of the logo.
Her dream, the red team was always her dream. I remember how she always dressed in red when we were kids. How everything she had when she was little was red: her notebooks, her backpack, her water bottle. She always painted her nails with red nail polish, and always wore red lipstick. 
“Everyone will hate me, right?” she mumbled. “The team, they would feel so betrayed if I do that…”
I took a deep breath and nodded. I know she won't do something that would give her problems.
“I don't want them to hate me” she whispered. “I don't want them to hate me, to talk bad about me when I go to support you on the races…”
“Y-you would come to my races?” I said, surprised. 
“Of course, Charles” she smiled sweetly, holding my hand. 
I smile weakly and bring her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss on her knuckles while looking into her eyes.
"I'll make you proud," I whispered, my voice thick with determination. "For you and our baby. I promise, I'll make every moment count."
“I know” she smiled. “You are my champion, you'll fight for me, I know it”
I smile softly and place my hand on her neck, leaning closer to her and kissing her lips softly, just how lovers do.
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dafnemorelli Once upon a time, two kids met in Greece. They didn't know it yet, but they were meant to be together, no matter how many times they started a war. They enjoyed each other's company and fell in love, slowly. How innocent.
Years went by and those kids turned into adults. Adults make mistakes and focus on what matters for themselves, sometimes forget the inner child that only wants to have fun and love their loved ones with pure innocence. 
Charles and I were each other's first love. None of you know our true story, but we are here to share it.
We met in Greece when we were kids, and I found something that at that age I thought was love. He understood me and I understood him. But because kids are stubborn, something happened and we broke our friendship, turning it into a childish rivalry.
Now, as adults, we made so many mistakes, started so many fights. And we are tired of it. We got tired of it. So we took the bandage out of our eyes and found again those kids that loved to be together. 
Charles and I want to apologize for everything we did. All the fights that caused problems for the team and for the Tifosi. We want to apologize because we are learning to love each other again.
I want to announce that Charles and I are going to be parents. Our baby and I are healthy, I found out I was pregnant the same day I had the crash in Abu Dhabi. 
And with this pregnancy comes sad news, too.
I want to announce my retirement from Formula 1. I want to focus on this new journey, starting a family with my childhood lover.
I'll see you soon, I promise.
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charles_leclerc Can't wait to start this new journey with you❤️ 
maxverstappen1 really happy for you two
pierregasly I'll be the favorite uncle
oscarpiastri Why are you so sure?  pierregasly Because I'm cool landonorris Everyone knows that the cool uncles will be me and Violet violetsinclair Baby Morelli-Leclerc will be loved, for sure
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charles_leclerc Dear six year old me:
We have her back. We fought so many times with her, but we never gave up. We might make a lot of mistakes, but like people always say: love always wins.
We are now going to have a kid together, just how you dreamed when you first saw her. I still remember those thoughts you had when you saw her with her little sister. 
Dear Dafne, I really can't wait to see our baby. I really can't wait to show how grateful I am. I can't wait to be next to you in this new journey.
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maxverstappen1 Max is a good name, isn't it? And if it's a girl it can me Maxine (internet says it means greatest)
alex_albon  Alex is a good name too, you can use it with a girl and a boy  violetsinclair stop being ridiculous, there are better names landonorris Thank you babe, I know Lando is a good name violetsinclair what? No? I was talking about fictional names… -dafnemorelli violetsinclair Manon or Dorian sounds good? violetsinclair oh pls yes.
carlossainz55 Can't wait to meet baby Morelli-Leclerc
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Introduction + My Shazam Masterlist!
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Welcome to my blog! My name is Fluffy!
I am an artist and fan fiction writer who mostly focuses on one fandom at a time. My current obsession is Shazam!
My second blog is @fawcetttweets where I post Tweets from the DC universe, focusing on the daily lives of Fawcett City’s heroes and civilians!
My banner was created by @chocolatebriosh during art fight! The characters are my OCs :)
You can find me on TikTok and Ao3 with the username ChaoticallyFluffy or by using the links!
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I tried my best to make it chronological with the oldest on top and the newest on the bottom, so if my early stuff sucks, feel free to skip to the bottom of each section!
In order I have my ficlets, fan art, animatics, and misc (mostly add-ons to other posts or tiny ideas that are too short to put into ficlets)!
The characters involved in the posts will be next to each link! Billy and Captain Marvel will just be called Billy unless they are specifically separate beings in the post.
Masterlist begins under the cut :)
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Where'd he go? (Billy, JL)
Curses! (Billy, Mr. Mind, JL)
Identical (Billy, Mary, JL)
Whats in a Last Name? (Billy, JL, Batfam)
Billy Being a Menace (Billy, Bruce Wayne)
Lies and Half Truths (Billy, Danny Phantom, JL)
Ah, a Child (Billy, JL)
Power of Perception (Billy, JL)
Doomed by the Narrative + Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Billy, JL)
The Homeless Boy and Nepo Baby (Billy, Bruce Wayne)
Two Halves, Never Whole (Billy, Jason Blood, Marvel, Etigran)
Blissful Ignorance (Billy, JL)
Blunder + Look at this! (Billy, Marvel, Shazamily,
Billy Batfam (Billy, Batfam)
Silly Billy + Pocket Home (Billy, JL, Shazamily)
What are you, a cop? + Now you see me, now you don't (Billy, JL)
Gender Swap! (Billy, Freddy)
Learning to Live (Billy, JL)
Stop Calling Me Dad! (Billy, Shazamily, JL)
Matchmaking (Billy, Diana, Gay animals)
'Tis but a scratch! (Billy, JL)
Tea With Persephone (Billy, Persephone)
Home Alone (Billy, Sivana, Shazamily)
Marvel Licks Cocaine. Wait, wha- (Billy, JL)
Body Swap (Billy, Marvel)
Parent Trap (Billy, Mary, CC, Marilyn)
Serious Accusations (Tawky Tawny, Billy, JL)
Celebrity Lifestyle (JL, Billy)
Warrior Cats (Freddy)
JL as platonic Soulmates (Billy, JL)
Swear Jar (Billy, Shazamily)
Sibling Fights (Freddy, Billy, Mary, Red Robin)
Three Kids in a Trench Coat (Billy, Mary, Freddy, JL)
Clothes (Billy, Mary, CC, Marilyn, JL)
Dead name, literally (Billy, Gay people)
Unicorns! (Billy)
No Longer 2 in 1 (Billy, other)
Magical Garbage Disposal (Billy, superman, batman)
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First Shazam Fan Art! Learning to Live outfits (Billy)
False Advertising (Billy)
The Duality of Marvel (Billy, Marvel)
Skill Issue (Freddy, Billy, JL)
Stock Photos (Billy, Marvel, C!Tommyinnit)
It's not you, its him (Billy, a random small child)
Closet Cosplay (Billy, Freddy, kind of Superman and Batman)
Experimental style (Billy)
If your reading this, i still haven't used the stickers. (Billy, Marvel)
*Pats him* *pats him* *pats hi- (Billy)
Whiteboard with friends! (Billy, Mary, Freddy, + more)
Billy Ratson (Billy, Marvel)
Bored (Billy)
Magical Girl Black Adam (Black Adam)
Sunny Sparkles (Sunny)
Ghost Boy! (Billy)
Gartic phone highlights pt. 1 (many characters!)
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Tiger Bleps! (Tawky Tawny, Billy)
FREDDY!! (Billy, Marvel, Freddy)
Figurine Size Matters (Technically Batman and Billy)
Surprise! (Billy, JL)
Magical Girl?! (Billy, Barry, Poorly Drawn Evil Wizard)
Home (Billy)
Everyone Loves the Boy! (Harley Quinn, Billy)
Nails, nails, nails (Billy, Divine Twitch Chat, JL)
Stop. (Billy)
*Pats him* *pats him* *pats hi- (Billy)
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My first Shazam post!
He needs more love :( (Kind of Billy)
Link to 'Kill him with kindness' fic
Asking for Eldritch Ideas (Billy kind of. Interesting comments!)
Zoooom! (Freddy, Billy, Batmans limitless funds)
Happiness (Billy)
Wip game (Billy, Clark)
Chaos boys (Billy, Klarion)
Link to 'Picture Day' fic (Billy, Cissie)
The first idea for Fawcetttweets! (Billy)
Marvel's Adventure! (Billy)
Peak Billy Design (Billy)
MY Boy! (Billy technically)
Talking about my fics release
Venn diagram (Billy, C!Tommyinnit, and Dave Strider)
DND (none technically)
Charlie (Billy, CC, Batman)
WIP Tag Game (Billy, Clark, Barry, Victor, Hal)
Implications (Billy)
Laws (Fawcett)
Link to my fanfiction called 'Bugs' (Billy)
Symptoms (Billy)
Fae (Billy)
Gotta Go Fast (Billy)
Tummy ache :( (Billy)
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iid-smile · 3 months ago
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300 follower special !
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— welcome! intro
hi! you've just walked into sunny's bakery! this is a selfship event and anyone can participate, so feel free to look around! you don't have to be a follower <3
open: 8th sep | close: 23rd sep
— your basket... the basics
in my ask box, describe your oc or yourself to me, and make it as detailed as you'd like. then, you can choose three (four for mooties <3) of the twenty four numbers under the cut, formatted in either drabbles or headcanons; format can be different for each number. make sure to only pick one character.
i write for:
jujutsu kaisen
wind breaker
chainsaw man
bungo stray dogs
demon slayer
have a look at some baked goods below!
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— ready to order? rules and guidelines
on base level, everything will be sfw.
> smut is not my thing, sorry guys. i can make it suggestive if you specifically ask for it, i don't mind that.
within your ask of describing your oc or yourself, please make sure to include:
> name, pronouns, brief personality description, format preference, and your f/o of choice. remember to pick only three numbers. if you choose to send with anon, give me an emoji or name to go by!
for best results, or if you're feeling a bit unsure of what to say, you can also tell me things like:
> appearance (preference in style, makeup/no makeup, hair type, height), personality (introvert/extrovert, humour, traits), likes and dislikes, how you met them, opinions on each other, relations with other characters, etc!
don't feel shy!
> trust me, ive had my fair share of "crazy" thoughts, i would never get weirded out by yours! plus its really interesting hearing about other people, irl or oc
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open all day all week! ⏰
what would you like?
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1 — first kiss
2 — first date
3 — your anniversary
4 — changes after the first year of dating
5 — having kids together
6 — proposal
7 — wedding day
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8 — helping you with your insecurities
9 — comfort when you cry
10 — cuddling in the morning / night
11 — long distance relationship
12 — visiting you at work / school
13 — cooking for you
14 — couple tiktok trends
15 — playing with your hair
16 — bathtime
17 — eating together
18 — protecting you
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19 — random habits
20 — love language
21 — where they like to kiss you
22 — most sentimental gift from them / you
23 — your romance trope / dynamic
24 — when they're jealous
thank you for your order!
likes and reblogs are appreciated <3
my first event after i procrastinated on forgot my 100 and 200! lowkey kinda nervous but i have high hopes!!! (i think)
tagging: @megutime @meidiary @miujangs @jellicatty @luv-lies @yueliie @kaq3yma @yagirlraee but you dont have to do it! i'll still love you 😌🫶
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factual-fantasy · 11 months ago
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24 asks!! :DD Thank you so much!! :}}
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WAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THIS WAS SO SWEET I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY!! JUST- THANK YOU! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!! 💖💖😭💖😭😭💖💖
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@annathefenecfox
I haven't watched the episodes she's in yet.. but I love her color palette! She looks really sweet :}💚💙💛
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@spinelfan11
They would run XD
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@supersecretnerd
Woof, she looks like hello kitty! <XD What even is she? A squirrel..? Geez, if I ever add her to my AU, she will definitely be getting a full fur color make over- XDD
(Also thank you!! :DD)
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@rubydraft (Comic in question)
YES YES! That was very much intentional! :DD And the answer lies in the fazbands!
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The animatronics can scan the Fazbands and get any important information about the child they might need. Such as the child's name, age, and which parent they belong to.
The Fazbands also act as a proof of purchase. If the the animatronic scans a child and no fazband is detected, that child must be brought to an employee. As there is no current proof that the child has had their admission paid. Hence why Gregory has a red outline, he has no fazband!
The blue kids all have standard fazbands. As every kid is given when they enter the pizzaplex.
But if its your kids birthday, they are given a special fazband that has them show up differently in the animatronics scanners. This tells the animatronics that the golden kids are the birthday boys/girls! And they will address the child as such if they ever encounter them. :)
(Also there's an Easter egg in one of those panels that no ones pointed out yet.. 👀)
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Oh yeah, there's a lot of em. :( But the animatronics don't have to worry about them. They have handlers to watch over them and keep angry Karen's/crowds away.
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I haven't really figured out their whole schtick yet..
I think in the partial swap they haven't changed much. Although Monty is a kindler gentler Monty. With Foxy by his side he's simmered down some. And his theme is a little different than before.
Roxy I think is more of a recluse in the partial swap, like original Monty is.
As for the true swap.? I haven't really figured it all out yet. Thinking that Roxy is a golfer and Monty is a racer..? I haven't thought it all through yet <XD
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@wolfie-777
Off the top of my head I have these two Minecraft wolf OCs that I made a while back :00 I cant remember any others if I happen to have them-
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@itschrisboys
:D Thanks!
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@wdillustration
XD I wont draw that today, but maybe sometime I'll draw him giving someone a big ol bear hug :)
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@acedgola
:DD Hiii!! I use FireAlpaca! Its got some problems but at least its free! Its easy to learn but also has enough tools to be used by a professional! You can also animate with it if you have the patience to figure out how to use it XD
Overall, 7.5/10 would recommend FireAlpaca!
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(Post in question)
I'm not a hardcore fan, but yes! I do love the little korbo :}} And those are some Kirby slippers I got for Christmas! :D
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They're my artist hands! And I'm not sure what you mean.. 11 hands is a perfectly normal number of hands to have!
Right.?
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I just imagined Glamrock Freddy having an imaginary friend that looks a lot like a purple/blue bunny.. :( 💔
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@softkidlavender
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My beautiful eyeballs have been known to lure people to my blog XDD (Also thank you! :DD)
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@basementdregon101
:DD I'm glad you like it!! :}}}
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@rockbott0m47
A fant. Its often mispronounced as "fart"
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@ardent-38 (Comic in question)
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WAAAA I REMEMBER THOSE TAGS!!! I SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING IN THE COMMENTS- WAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! IT WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY AND IT STILL LIVES RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN 💖😭💖
AND THANK YOU AGAIN!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY GOLDEN BOYS AND MY OCTONAUTS STUFF!! WAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭💖💖💖
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AAAA THANK YOU!! :DD I'm so glad you like them!! :}}}
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@fizzy-stars
XD I'm glad you felt inspired by me to bring those OCs back! And I hope that bite tasted good XDD
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<XD It'd be more like;
Classic Bonnie: "Dude, what happened to you?
Swap Bonnies: "😒......"
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It's all fun and games until I emerge ominously in the background with a snowball the size of a car XD
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Everyone starts looking through the cookies and trying to figure out which one they want. Meanwhile I push everyone aside and snag all the peanut butter ones XD
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thisapplepielife · 27 days ago
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Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Seven Deadly Sins pop-up event.
The Waiting
Prompt: Greed | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: M | CW: Brief Sex Scene | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Gareth/OC, Gareth & Eddie | Tags: You Can't Have Your Cake and Eat It Too, Right Person Wrong Time, Missing Your Chance, The Waiting Is The Hardest Part, Second Chances
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"She's not answering," Gareth says, holding the room phone up to his ear. 
"Believe it or not, her life doesn't revolve around you, kid," Eddie says, writing in his little notebook, not even looking up. 
Well, yeah, Gareth knows that. He does. But she also knows his tour schedule. She knows that when he gets within 100 miles of Omaha, they always find a way to meet up. It's been this way for two years. 
Nights spent together, holed up in hotels, fucking and laughing and having a good time together. Because while they like each other, they know that trying to make this work while he's on the road is a non-starter.
So, they only get nights. Great nights, a few times a year. Her in his arms, his bed, his heart. When she's there, she's the only one he wants.
It's the most comfortable and predictable thing in his life, besides music. They have an arrangement. Non-exclusive. Don't ask, don't tell. And it's worked. 
But now, she's not answering or returning the message he left on her machine, and that's never happened before. She always calls back. 
When she finally calls back, it's not what he expected.
"She has a boyfriend now," Gareth says, flopping down on the bed. "Can you believe that?" 
"Uh, yeah? She's a fucking doll. Maybe you should've committed when you had the chance."
"You know I'm not doing that until I'm at least forty. She knows that, too. I never lied." 
"I didn't say you lied, but you definitely got greedy, kid. You wanted her to wait while you were off fucking around. Did you seriously think that she'd wait forever, just on the off-chance you'd settle down with her someday? Get real. I'm sure she weighed the odds if you'd ever settle. And if you did turn forty, and magically decide it was time, what were the chances that you would marry forty-year-old her, and not some twenty-eight-year-old groupie?"
Eddie's monologuing at him. Which is nothing new. But it still makes Gareth bristle. 
"That's not. I wouldn't. I wanted her. My endgame plan was always her."
Eddie raises an eyebrow, "Well, maybe her endgame plan wasn't you."
Gareth still calls. Every time they wind through the Midwest. Two years later, he's nearly two hundred miles away in Bonner Springs, and that's further than their agreement covers, but he tries anyway. He'd make it work. But when he makes contact, she finally tells him not to call again. That if she ever wants to, she'll get a hold of him, not the other way around. 
She never does. 
After five years, they play right in Omaha, and he doesn't whip his head around with the arena lights, searching every face his eyes can find. 
But he does wonder if she married the boyfriend. If she has kids that aren't his. 
He wonders that a lot. 
They take a break from touring. He's thirty-one, and alone every morning when the sun comes up. Everybody's beat up and worn down. One year off turns into three. He's not sure they'll ever get back on the road. 
Everybody's settled down. Happy. 
Everybody but him. 
So, he pretends. Gets a girlfriend that's probably too young for him, but she doesn't give a fuck about what he does on the side, because she isn't interested in anything other than his money. 
It's not a terrible deal. He gets to fuck around, and his house isn't empty. 
Two years in, sitting across from Eddie at breakfast, he says, "I could marry her, I guess."
And Eddie drops his fork. Deliberately. Like an asshole. 
"Don't you fucking dare. You don't love her. You barely like her."
He's pretty sure he's not capable of love. Because the only time he thinks he felt it, he didn't do a damn thing about it, instead trading his happiness for his freedom.
His engagement makes the news, but so does the messy break-up, later. 
"At least you're only out a diamond, for fuck's sake," Eddie says, yanking open the blinds. Gareth hates him right now. 
"I miss her," Gareth says. 
Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh, "No, you don't. You're just lonely." 
Gareth rolls over, face in his pillow, mumbling, "Not her. Di."
There's a beat where he thinks Eddie didn't hear him, but he's not that lucky. 
"Jesus H. Christ. That again?" 
Again? Always. 
"You don't want Di. You just want what you can't have." 
That's not true. 
They book a stretch of shows. Gareth isn't sure it can be called a tour, it's so small. And he's pretty sure it's just to get him out of the house. Either way, they're on the road again, and he's back to his old habits. It really is like riding a bike. 
He has Steve order the condoms he likes in bulk, and fucks his way through the cities they hit. He's good at this. He's never gonna settle down. He says he's getting a vasectomy, and Eddie tries to talk him out of it. Eddie's just scared he'll start raw dogging around, after. 
Fair enough. He's overdue for a downward spiral. 
The shows are fine. But they always are. They are well-oiled and in sync, even after years off. 
Then they land in Omaha. 
There will always be a pang of hurt coming here, but it's been over ten years. She's not his, and never really was, because he never let her be. 
The arena is playing music before the show starts, as always, but tonight three out of the last five songs have been Tom Petty. It's an extra twist of the Omaha knife. 
Di loved Tom Petty. 
The Waiting starts up.
That's it. 
"Steve," Gareth snaps, "for fuck's sake. Tell them to knock the Petty off, it's putting me on edge." 
Steve just shrugs, like he has no control over it. As if he couldn't put a stop to anything with one look, hands on his hips. 
So, he's letting this happen. Asshole.
On stage, Gareth's still in a bad mood. But there's a looker in the front row, and maybe he can make that happen tonight. 
After the set, he runs off-stage and right next to Steve, is Di. Older, with different hair, but definitely her.
His heart stops. 
She's here. 
He's thirty-seven. And she's here. 
He holds the door of his dressing room open for her. He figures they're gonna talk. Maybe close this chapter for good. 
But he sits on the couch, legs spread, and she crawls right on his thighs. Then grips his shoulders, and pulls herself forward, flush against his crotch. 
Oh fuck. Goddamn. 
They tear off clothing, desperate, fingers grazing. A condom is found, and then she's sinking down on him. 
He groans, and tilts his head backwards. 
"I wanna know," she says, and he looks at her. Waiting to see what she wants to hear as she's rocking on him. Tom Petty was right. The waiting is the hardest part.
Then she smiles, "Are you still a slut?" 
He laughs. Not Petty, Chili Peppers, then.
And he is. Nods. But, maybe?
Maybe, he doesn't want to be. 
"Not if you'll stay."
"Right answer," she says, teasing, caressing his stick calloused fingers. "You're not forty yet, you know?"
"Forty isn't even old." 
She laughs. 
"I was single for the first time in years, and thought, now? Then I read you were getting married."
"Not anymore," he says. 
"I know. That's why I'm sitting on your cock," she teases, and he laughs. "I didn't know if I even remembered you right. Or if you'd remember me at all. It's been years."
He touches her hair, her face, "I want you. I love you. Not telling you that, not acting on it way back then, haunts me. I lost fucking years with you."
And, yeah, he's not forty. 
But he's ready.
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If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇
Well, yeah, I might have chased a couple women around, All it ever got me was down, Yeah, then there were those that made me feel good, But never as good as I feel right now, Baby, you're the only one that's ever known how, To make me live like I wanna live now Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, The Waiting
Notes: Title is from The Waiting by Tom Petty (shocker, lol) but this was also heavily influenced by the songs I Should Have Married You by Old Dominion and Otherside by Red Hot Chili Peppers.
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doukeshi-kun · 1 year ago
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𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙮
featuring ⨳ dad!nikolai + fem!reader (ft. oc kids: yuri, mari and karol)
contents ⨳ fluff, suggestive
notes ⨳ @quansoda based on our little convo :3
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“Everything's okay, Yurochka? You need anything?” Nikolai asks as he tucks the blanket nicely on Karol who is already snoring softly. Yuri who is lying on his bed on the other side just hums sleepily.
“Turn off the lights, please...” Yuri mumbles.
“Of course, of course. Goodnight, you two. Don't look under the bed.”
“Dad, seriously?”
“What?” Nikolai acts offended, although his teasing grin is clear on his face. He chuckles at Yuri's face before he stalks to the door. He turns off the light and finally closes the door.
He makes one more round to check Mari in her own room. Certainly the girl is already sleeping soundfully, hugging her Mr Duck plushie. After he makes sure all windows and doors are locked around the house, Nikolai finally walks to his room, shared with you.
He sees you lying on the bed already, checking your phone. You notice Nikolai's walking in and smile at him. “The kids are all tucked in?” you ask.
“Yes, ma'am,” he says. He walks to bed and takes off his shirt. He tosses the shirt to the hanging rack in the corner before he makes a stretch. Your eyes trail over your husband's body. His shorts are hanging low on his waist. The lines of his muscles are visible and flexing for your view. Nikolai tugs the hair tie, letting go of his bun. His hair is getting longer each day—you remember the last time he trimmed his hair was three months ago.
Nikolai gets on the bed as you reach your hand out to him. Your hand brushes against his back, touching his hair. Nikolai looks at you with a small smirk.
“Yeah, baby?”
You smile, noticing that flirtatious tone in his voice. “I know that voice,” you remark, only making him chuckle. He leans forward to you as his hand rests on your stomach beneath the blanket.
“Hmm? What voice?”
“Oh, you. Pretend to be a fool at times like this?” you ask as your smile grows wider when you feel his hand trail further up to tease the underside of your breast.
You cling your arms around his neck, pushing your chest closer to him and he gladly cups your tits. Without any words needed, Nikolai kisses your lips, gently. He fondles you as he deepens the kiss. You let out a soft moan between the kiss—the warmth is getting hotter and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach as your hands move on his toned chest, feeling his heartbeat getting faster. Nikolai lets out a heavier breath as you break the kiss, only to resume kissing his jawline, down to his neck. Your teeth tug a bit of his skin, almost making him moan. He scoots closer as his hands slip up under your shirt, feeling your bare skin.
“Kolya—Ah!”
That one is not a moan, rather, it's a surprised gasp when Nikolai suddenly pushes you, just enough to put an arm-length distance between you and him. You look at him, wide-eyed, confused.
Then suddenly, Nikolai grabs the blanket that's covering his and your lower half. As the blanket is lifted, there lies your youngest son, sleeping between the legs of his parents, hugging his small bolster.
“How the fu—”
“Kolya, language.”
“Sorry, love. It's just...” Nikolai is in disbelief. Karol is on his bed—your bed, sleeping. He swears he just tucks this little one like ten minutes ago. He snores too, so how the hell did he even get here?
“He probably sneaked out when you were checking the windows and the doors...” you mutter, also in confusion. You nudge Karol gently and he whines.
“Karol, baby,” you say softly to his ear. Karol stirs and his eyes crack open a bit. He then crawls up to put his head on your pillow.
“Karol, let's go to your room. Mama and papa wanna sleep here.”
“Mmm, there not comfy...” Karol whines. He is already comfortable on your bed. You give Nikolai a regretful look and Nikolai just scratches his head, still baffled by the whole thing.
“I guess we will see what's wrong with his bed tomorrow... Haha,” you chuckle awkwardly as Karol tugs your hand to put it on his back, wanting you to pat him. Your hand softly pats his back. Nikolai purses his lips and sighs softly. He gets up from the bed, awkwardly rubbing his neck.
“I'll be right back...”
He rushes to the bathroom—he seems to have a rather pent-up problem with himself...
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vitaeplaysda · 3 months ago
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Finally a complete set with all my planned Rooks! It's just a first take, depending on the CC and the game and how I will feel in the next months they will change for sure. Also the clothing is all random. Purple because... it's Rook. Time to go back to Elgar'dad, commissions and other artworks. I will talk about them under the cut!
◆ Nadir "Lil'Rook" Lavellan
Elf ◆ Transmasc nonbinary ◆ he/they Antivan Crows ◆ Orb/Knife Mage (Spellblade)
My little baby, my firstborn, the first Rook I designed. Used to work as a lil kid in Skyhold's kitchen, until he met the demon Enfenim in that abandoned library hidden there, befriending him (it's another OCs of mines, check my pinned!)
Long story short he gets adopted by my Lavellan after his magic manifested, in the kitchens. Near boiling oil. The left side of his face and shoulder is covered in burn scars. Still he grows up to be a great but VERY unlucky mage, to the point he considers himself bad news and slowly starts to embrace this side of him in a selfdeprecating way. After yet another incident, he leaves her mother and their community, deciding he wants to make just one single good thing for her: finding Solas. Hiding his identity he ends up joining the crows, finding out he's quite good as an assassin. Relationship wise I brutally ship him with Elgar'nan, but more specifically he's in a weird... double triangle romboid (?) relationship with also Sulenan and Bellara??? (aka Sulenan also has a relationship with all of them but Bellara and Elgar'nan don't deal with each other.... unless the game will state otherwise >:D) He's hella young, in his early twenties, but usually fakes his age and tries to pass as someone older. He's also the shortest elf you'll ever meet.
◆ Saara(?) "Rook"
Qunari ◆ female ◆ she/her Veil Jumpers ◆ Bow Rogue (Arcane Archer)
She's meant to be the real Rook, you know, the one who Varric recruits. Qunari who was taken in by a (very open minded) Dalish clan. I'm still unsure if she was born in the Qun or not, in any case she embraced the elven culture as her own. She can be considered diplomatic and understanding, a good bean. The idea behind her is linked to the Qunari having metallic like skin... I wanted to make a golden one since they're usually grey in games. I'm not sure about the name Saara just because I remembered now Sera has a very similar sound. We shall see if I'm going to change it.
◆ Sulenan
Elf ◆ Male ◆ he/him Shadow dragons ◆ Two handed Warrior (Slayer)
I idealized him as a... mortal form Elgar'nan would use to mingle and learn the hell has happened while he was gone but he became a whole unique character. A Liberati of dalish origin, he's one of the angriest characters I have, hating humans for what they've done to his people and their rotten society, hating the chantry for its comforting lies, hating the elvhen gods because... well apparently they're evil now. In the end he's just very lost and heartbroken, desiring only for things to get better. Alas he's also practical and knows you gotta make your hands dirty if you wanna achieve anything. Headcanon wants Elgar'nan can control him through Vallaslin, I also fantasized about Sulenan sharing the same blood of his god. He feels comforted by Bellara's presence tho, his "Official" relationship it's going to be with her. For the headcanon chaotic one check LilRook above 👀
◆ Anarca
Qunari ◆ Agender nonbinary ◆ they/them in game but any pronoun works Mourn Watch ◆ Staff Mage (Deathcaller)
It's just... chaotic. Take the Dnd core rules and turn them into a person. They're unpredictable, at times taking a kind choice, while another time they will act in scary ways. It isn't like they don't like rules and push against them, for Anarca rules simply aren't part of their world. Beside their peculiar behavior, Anarca loves to experiment but mostly they want to have *fun*. You want to see the skeletons dance? You'll have that. Look wise people are always scared as they're extremely tall, most of their face half covered by hair with just their horns poking out.
◆ Veronica
Elf-blooded Human ◆ Female ◆ she/her Grey Wardens ◆ Shield Warrior (Champion)
Melancholic gal whom had to join the wardens in order to survive not so different from the Hero of Ferelden and also the token human (?) of this group. While she has a rooted sense of duty which made her a good warden, she still misses and fantasizes about the kind of life she would have gone through if she stayed among nobles, instead she had and still has to fight monsters and to come into terms with her Calling being closer than not. The idea was to have her romance Emmrich, letting her coming to term with the concept of death through him.
◆ Raibeart
Dwarf ◆ Male ◆ he/they Lords of Fortune ◆ Daggers Rogue (Sabouter)
The cheerful and funny guy of the group but also the most clueless one. Honestly he doesn't know why he joined the Veilguard... he probably doesn't even know he's part of the Veilguard. Still, he isn't one to ask complex questions to himself or others, somehow he's able to work with whatever is at hand, navigating through every situation, hopefully bringing a smile on people's face in the meanwhile. He's goofy but still charismatic and enthusiastic, a disney princess in the body of a burly pirate drawf.
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twice-inamillion · 1 year ago
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A Special Date
Fluff and Smut
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Chapter 195
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(Nayeon and OC go on a small date that might lead to an interesting night.)
Nayeon and you are on another date by the Han River. It has been hard to spend some time alone since you have been busy with work and purchasing the plot of land to build the house. 
Nayeon speeds down the bike trail as you try to catch up to her; every time you reach her, she would speed up and laugh, "Haha, come on, slow poke!"
"You'll regret it when I catch up to you!"
"All talk but no action!"
You can see her true self, a goofball, in these moments. You speed up and try to match her speed but in a way in which you keep a good balance so you don't get shaky footage on your GoPro. 
After you finally catch up to her, she stops, "I'm tired; let's rest." She sits on the grass, taking off her backpack and grabbing a bottle of water. "Hmm, wants some?" as she offers you a sip of her drink. 
"Hey, I said some, but you drank half the bottle!" 
"I got tired trying to catch up to you."
"Lies, I know you were pretending," pouting her bunny-like cheeks.
"You look cute with your cheeks," which makes her embarrassed. She tries to hide her face, pretending she doesn't like being called for her cuteness. 
You sit beside her and grab her hand as you watch the sunset over the Han River. "So beautiful."
"Yeah, the sunset is really pretty."
"Oh, that too." 
She realizes what you meant it and punches your shoulder, almost causing you to fall over. "Hey! Watch it."
"You're something else, but I like that about you." 
"What? I couldn't hear you. Sorry, you just said something under your breath." 
"I said, I love you, okay!"
"I love you too, Nayeon." 
"Really?"
"Yes, actually, you were my first crush when I arrived at the company when we were trainees."
"Really? Why didn't you say anything?"
"Well… I wanted to, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. When I arrived, you were my first friend, and I didn't want to ruin it. Also, you were friendly with all the trainees, so I just assumed you were just being friendly with me too."
"Come on; you should have said something! I was hinting that I liked you."
"No, I didn't notice any hinting, plus so of the other trainees said that you wouldn't date someone younger than you, so that made it even worse."
"Haha, we could have been together by then," says Nayeon as you see her tear up. "We could have been something…" turning her head away from you.
"Nayeon, don't. You know that dating was prohibited for trainees, especially with you; since JYP always considered you one of his favorites, it wouldn't have been possible."
"But we could have made it work" turning towards you as she begins to cry. You wrap your arms around her and hold her as she cries. "There, there, I will always be here for you, so let it all out."
Nayeon crying uncontrollably for a couple, finally settles down; she wipes her tears on the sleeve of her hoodie, "Okay, I think I'm fine."
"Do you want to keep on going or just go back?"
"Let's go back home." You grab her hand and help her stand. The both of you walk the bikes back and load them in the car. You grab her hand as you drive off the parking lot. 
It isn't even five minutes when you hear Nayeon say, "Can we turn around? Please."
"What is it? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah… It's just that my mom just messaged me. I told her I would be in the city and just asked if I could go home and check if everything is okay since she's out of town for a few days."
"To your place then?"
"Please," rubbing her hands together, apologizing for the detour.
"Don't worry about it; since we are stopping at your place, maybe you can cook me a homemade meal."
Nayeon smacks your shoulder, "yah… you should be cooking for me instead since you made me cry."
"Sorry."
"Hahaha. Kidding. Of course, I'll make you something," and you drive to Nayeon's childhood home. 
After a few minutes, you arrive at her house, "Yay, we are here. Come inside with me."
She inserts the code for the door and slowly opens the door, "I'm home!" Nayeon grabs you a set of slippers, and you both walk into the house. You see numerous pictures of her and her family. 
You walk around the living room and stop at a picture of what seems to be Nayeon as a child. "Is this you?"
She comes out of the kitchen and walks towards you. "Haha yeah, that's me."
"You look like a total brat," as you laugh at the picture.
"Hey, I wasn't that bad." 
"I mean, the picture just screams a bratty Nayeon," causing her to pout. "I wasn't a brat, hmph," as Nayeon crosses her arms. 
"Okay, okay. You were a good child. I'm sorry."
"Yeah… that's what I thought," she says with a smirk after tricking you. You then find another picture of her, "Aww, this picture of you is cute," as you hold a picture of her in her nursery school uniform.
Nayeon blushes when she hears that you called her cute. "I bet our babies would look just as cute as you, Nayeon." 
"Stop! You're going to make it go to my head." 
"But it's true. Our babies would be beautiful with your cute looks. Imagine little bunnies running around the house."
Nayeon immediately imagines the baby bunnies between you and her, which makes her turn completely red. She does not want to show you her expression and instead walks to the garden and waters the plants. This makes you smile, knowing that the idea of having babies with you makes her lose her composure.
You keep looking around the house as Nayeon finishes what her mom asked her to do, and when she comes back, she says, "Hey, is it okay if we stay longer? I have to wait for one or two packages that are supposed to arrive."
"Sure, that's fine. How about we get something for dinner?"
"Yeah! That sounds great."
"So… am I going to get a home-cooked meal from my girlfriend?"
Nayeon remembers that you constantly ask her for a home-cooked meal every time she manages to get out of it, but not today. 
"Haha, only if you help me."
"A dinner made by a couple in love does sound romantic."
She smacks you and heads for the fridge, looking at what she can make. After getting the necessary ingredients, Nayeon removes her sweater, ties her hair, and puts on an apron. 
"Wow, you look hot," as you get behind her and wrap your arms. 
"Stop… you're going to make me drop something."
"Haha, just messing with you. Let me help."
No, you said you wanted a home-cooked meal, so that's what you will get, so just sit down and relax. You sit on the couch and look through some childhood pictures of Nayeon as she preps the side dishes and prepares the main course. Once she's done, she takes off her apron and says, "Jagiya, dinner is ready." You head to the dinner table, and she finishes setting the table for the both of you. 
"Looks delicious, can't wait."
"Okay, I tried really hard, so I hope you don't hate it."
"Aww, don't worry. I can tell it already that it is going to be delicious." You pick up the spoon and try the hot soup. It's okay, a bit salty, but still good overall, and try the two meat dishes. "It's good," which immediately puts a smile on Nayeon's face. "Oh really?"
"Yeah, you could tell that you tried your best."
"I did, I wasn't sure if you would like it, but I'm glad it's good." You then grab a perilla, add a slice of meat and some kimchi, "Here, Nayeon, try some." "Ahh…" as she opens her mouth as wide as she can so the food doesn't fall off. She smiles and nods, "Let me feed you now." The both of you enjoy your dinner as you feed each over and enjoy a nice conversation. 
After finishing your dinner, you look at her childhood pictures and point out the ones you find cute, "Look, this one looks cute, a bunny dressing up like a bunny." 
"It was Halloween, and my mom thought it was cute." 
"Little did she know that you were going to look like a cute bunny."
"Haha, I get that a lot now. It's one of my signature features," as she gives you a big smile.
You turn the pages and stop at a certain one, "wow, you look hot here."
"Eww, no! I did not like my hair back then." 
"Come on, besides the hair, I think you would like cute in this." 
She gives you a side eye, "Is this another one of your fetishes?" 
"Haha. Is it obvious?"
"Well, you're practically drooling." 
"No, I'm not. It's just that I would really like to see you wearing this."
"Hmm… I don't even think it fits me anymore."
You sigh, "Dang, too bad. I would have really wanted to see you in it." 
Suddenly the doorbell rings, "Ding! Delivery!"
You place the book on the couch, head to the front door, and look through the small screen on the side of the door. You press the button, "Okay, be right there."
"Jagiya need help?" 
"No, I got it."
You open the door, and the delivery boy asks for a signature. You sign on the small tablet, "Thanks, here are the smallest ones; let me get the other packages."
"Wait, there's more?" 
You end up carrying multiple packages into the house and setting them in a corner by the living room. "Hey, your mom said one or two packages, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it's not just two; its more like ten."
"Hmm… maybe she got mixed up."
"Okay, I guess. I just put them in the corner is that okay?" as you walk towards the hallway.
"Are you in the bathroom?"
"No, I went to get something in my room. Just wait, okay?"
"Okay."
Instead, you use the restroom and wait for her in the living room. You go on your phone and text Jihyo that you might be coming late. It doesn't take her long to respond and message you a wink emoji, "Hmm."
"Hey, can you help me with something? I can't seem to reach it," says Nayeon from her room. "Okay," and walk towards her bedroom, "I'm coming in, okay."
"The door is unlocked," you open the door, and your mouth immediately drops. 
"What do you think?" Nayeon spins around in her school uniform.
"Fuck, you look hot."
Neyeon smiles and bites her lip, "How about we have some fun" as she sits down, spreading her legs open and giving you a fantastic view.
"No, panties," you say to yourself and walk towards her.
"Hey, close the door!"
"No, one is going to see though."
"Still, close it," and you shut the door.
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ereardon · 1 year ago
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Bob Floyd masterlist
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*All of my fics are 18+. Please do not repost my work without consent or steal my work. Reblogs and comments give me life so please do interact if you'd like!
✤: Fluff
❂: Angst
❀: Smut
Series
❀❂✤ Friends Don't — Bob x OC [Reid Coleman] – Complete
Bob has been your best friend for almost a decade, ever since he quietly volunteered to tutor you in college. The two of you have spent years chasing each other around the globe – Bob as a WSO, you as a travel blogger. You’ve always been the anywhere-but-here girl, and he’s been your rock. But when a surprise diagnosis threatens to crumble your picture-perfect life, you’re on the first flight back to San Diego, desperate to put down roots for the first time. Will Bob finally have it in him to admit that you could be the love of his life? What will he say when he finds out the secret you’ve been skillfully hiding from him? Or worse, what if he doesn’t find out until it’s too late?
❀❂✤ Golden Hour — Bob x Bradley x OC [Dr. Olive James]
Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?
❀❂✤ The Back Seater and the Baker — Bob x OC [Haley Nichols]
Bob hasn't seen Haley Nichols since he was fifteen. But when Haley shows up out of the blue with one sentence that throws Bob for a loop – "I'm turning thirty in two weeks, are we still on?" – all of the feelings from their childhood return. Bob never thought that Haley would remember the marriage pact the two made when they were just kids, even if he never forgot. So what happens when Bob falls all over again for his childhood crush? And what will Bob do when he discovers the real reason she came back to capitalize on the pact is to secure her inheritance and save her bakery from bankruptcy? Will he believe Haley when she confesses that she loves him, too?
❀❂✤ At Sea — Bob x Reader
I’ll be home in five weeks. That’s what naval aviator Y/N told her fiance before leaving for deployment in the Atlantic. But time ceased to stop when she met Bob Floyd, the ship surgeon. Shy and honest, Bob quietly slipped into Y/N’s life, creating a complicated dynamic on an already intense mission. Falling for Bob was not in Y/N’s plan, and as she continues to weave a web of lies, she must make a choice: return to the life she left on land, or forge ahead into the unknown with Bob. But before Y/N can decide, disaster strikes, leaving Bob to make the decision that will alter their lives forever. 
One shots
✤ One Night — Bob x Reader – Complete
You have your eyes on Bob at the Hard Deck, but have to shoot down Jake Seresin first.
✤ Gas Station Tears — Bob x Reader – Complete
After your boyfriend dumps you, your car stalls out in a gas station parking lot. Luckily, Bob Floyd happens to be there to fix your car. Can he fix your heart, too?
❂✤ It Was Never Him — Bob x Reader – Complete
You catch your boyfriend Rooster making out with a girl at the Hard Deck and only one person can comfort you in the aftermath: Bob Floyd. 
❂ What Are You Thinking? — Bob x Reader – Complete
Bob Floyd is a quiet man. Sometimes you have to ask him what he’s thinking just to know what wheels are turning inside of his head. He always gives you a response, until one day, years into your marriage, he turns the question on you. 
❀ When I'm Done With You — Bob x Reader – Complete
At a fraternity mixer, you lose your (admittedly shitty) boyfriend in the crowd. That’s when Bob Floyd, president of Alpha Tau and your boyfriend’s personal nemesis, finds you and decides to make you his. 
❀ She Calls Him Daddy – Bob x Reader – Complete
Coming home from college for winter break, the last thing you expected was to run into your best friend’s father while out shopping for new lingerie to surprise your fuck buddy with. You had always tried to hide your attraction for Mr. Floyd because he was Anna’s father. But all rules are thrown out when Bob invites you over on Christmas Eve while Anna is at her mother’s house. You’ll never be able to look at your friend’s dad the same way ever again.
✤ More Than Enough — Bob x Reader – Complete
The first two times Bob Floyd ends up in your emergency room he’s a mess. You never expected him to return a third time. But when he does, it changes everything.
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justrainandcoffee · 15 days ago
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Never is too late (Tommy Shelby x male!oc) + (Alfie Solomons) part 3
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Masterlist - Previous Part
Summary: Jared goes to London before it's too late to repair the damage his brother James can cause. Alfie Solomons hears the word he never expected to hear from his wife: Divorce. And for the first time in over two years he realises, he really realises, the pain he caused in Rose. || Tommy denies his new feelings.
Warnings: Angst. Lot of angst. || Internalised homophobia, mentions of cheating. Tommy is in denial in the saddest way possible 😔.
Words: 2.3k
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"I'm going to London. You're welcome to come with me," Jared said to Tommy while they were walking through the dirty streets of Birmingham.
Tommy's heart stopped when he heard that. Unaware of the war that was about to startt in the heart of Camden Town, last thing was Alfie hearing from him. And especially not Rose.
"My brother," Jared said looking at him "is doing an innapropiate use of his dick. This fucking idiot."
"I'm sure your brother is a big boy that knows what he's doing."
"Not always. I'm not forbidden him doing anything, I'm just trying to make him understand that some pussies are not worth of a bullet."
"Is he fucking the queen consort?"
Jared smirked "something like that. So, for a few days I'm not going to be here. Are you going to miss having me around?"
"No."
"Keep sayin' that, Thomas Shelby. Say it until you believe your own lies."
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Things in Camden Town were going from bad to very bad.
Few people didn't enter in the category of "no one bother Alfie Solomons when he orders it" and one of them was Samuel, Rose's brother. And his personal lawyer.
The last few days, after Rose kissing James, Alfie's mood was worse than ever before. Now, not even Ollie talked to him. Alfie's days start going straight to his office in the mornings, the one that didn't leave until the sunset. No one knew what was happening and didn't dare to ask either. But Samuel was there because he needed answers.
Far away in time was than thin kid that used to mock the young couple when they were still teenagers. The Samuel entering Alfie's was a 30 year-old man and he was furious. Before Alfie could known what was happening, Samuel's fist found his brother-in-law jaw and the blow resounded inside the office.
"What the fuck did you do to my sister. Give me a reason, Alfie, give me a fucking reason to not destroy your fucking face! What did you do to her!!"
Alfie looked at him angrily. Touching his sore face, just let out a grunt.
"Fuck off, Samuel."
"I'm not going to fuck off a shit, Alfie! I'm not one of your men! I'm your family!"
"What do you want, hmm? What do ya want me to tell ya?"
"Tell me why Rose called me this morning asking how much time it'd take a divorce. I thought it was for a friend, one of the women she hosts in Pebblebrock, but no… I couldn't believe my ears. Not she and you. So answer to me, fucker. What the hell did you do to Rosie?"
Alfie let himself fell in his chair. Whoever the bastard was, he was brainwashing Rose because there was no way that she was ready to leave him, if it wasn't for her new love. No, Alfie shook his head, Rose wasn't easy to manipulate and let alone by a man. His Rosie had found comfort in someone else and the one to blame was him and that was what made him angry.
"She gave you everything, son of the bitch. If I didn't bring the papers it's because I'm giving you the chance to fix your fucking mistakes before it's too late. Don't doubt for a second that I'm going to do whatever it's the best for her, even if that means divorcing you. Of all people in universe, you decided to hurt her. If what I think it's true, then I wish you the worst, Solomons. Your Rosie, of all people…- you decided to hurt her. You don't deserve her, prick."
Samuel left his place slamming the door behind him.
Rose was in her own office, in Pebblebrock when the phone rang.
"Rose Coldwell speaking, good afternoon."
"Rosie, Rosie listen to me."
"Alfie."
"Yes. Sweetheart, luv, fuckin' hell, pet. I know I hurt ya, but please… your brother just left, he spoke about divorce, papers… Rosie, please. I can't live without you. Without you, I don't exist!"
"Don't manipulate me, Alfie."
"I'm not!!"
"You're repeating a song I heard here on daily basis: 'I'm going to change, Mrs. Solomons, please allow my wife to see me. Mrs. Solomons I promise it won't happen again, I love her.' So, Alfie, you're not being original. Why do you suddenly care? And you can live without me, you certainly can because you've been living with a woman that wasn't me at all for the last two years."
"I know. But I love you."
"You keep saying that but I don't see it. I don't feel your love although I know it exists. There was a time where I was everything to you. I knew an Alfie once that could give his right arm for me. The Alfie I fell in love with, could never let me cry to sleep. My first love, the Alfie who was a teen working in a bakery and who promised me the sun and the moon could be disgusted by you. And you have the toupee to call me and say you love me? Why do you care about me now? Sign the papers, Alfie."
"Samuel refused to fill the papers."
"Then I'm going to hire a better lawyer."
"You don't want to divorce me."
"No. But for the first time in over two years I opened the eyes."
"Someone else made you open the eyes," Alfie couldn't help but let his jealousy and resentment talk. "Who's that fucker? I saw you."
Rose remained in silence for few seconds before answering "his name is James. And he helped me to understand that you're not the only man in the world capable of feeling something nice for me. Maybe we started our relationship too soon, Alfie. We were kids playing to be young adults in love. Maybe I didn't give you the chance to explore your real desires. Maybe I didn't have the chance to prove myself that I'm worth to be loved."
"My real desires? Rosie, I'm not homosexual. I love you and I desire you same as ever. And you are more than worthy to be loved."
"Then, why did you put him before me? Since when Thomas Shelby was the only one in your mind? Every time you look at me and you say you love me your eyes are empty. There's no love in your eyes. Without me, you're free because me, unlike you, I always looked forward your happiness before mine."
Rose ended the call before she was betrayed by her own trembling voice.
Alfie was right. She didn't want to divorce him, but she was also tired.
.
James was waiting for his brother in the lobby of the hotel with Oscarwilde next to him. It was about time that Jared was taking back his pet, but James knew too well that despite how much he loved the white borzoi, Jared's real reasons to be there were far from being related to the dog.
Once Oscarwilde recognised the man in front of him, the guests, and people working, there were witnesses of the most genuine happiness they'll probably see the whole day when the animal began to jump around his real master, wagging his tail and whimpering at his feet.
"It's okay, baby! Papa is back. He's back!" Jared kneeled in front of him and let his dog kiss his face. Even sophisticated dogs as Oscarwilde was, missed the most beloved person in their world.
Two glasses of whiskey were in front of them not longer after both brothers finally entered the bar that the hotel had and when finally Oscarwilde calmed enough to let them talk.
"I know why you are here and I know it's not because of the dog." James spoke first looking at Jared.
"Then you know me," he said.
"Of course I fucking know you. You're here to tell me that I need to leave Rose alone."
"Not exactly. I'm here to warn you that she's a vulnerable woman who is hurt because her stupid husband didn't take care of her, but that if he opens his eyes then you have no chance."
"And you are here to be the saviour."
"God, James…" Jared sighed "I'm not Cupid, but I know love make us do stupid things. Tommy didn't spoke so nuch, almost nothing really, but for what I know the Solomons have a long story together. And even if not, she has her own business here, she's not going to go to Dublin because of you and I can't imagine you living here without losing your head in few months. It's new, you like her I understand… but I- James, I know you're smarter than this and it's not going to work. Not in this universe at least."
"But you are ready to have a chance with Thomas Shelby. Only you can't do it if Solomons is in between and that means putting Rose again in his life."
"Tom is a single man, I told you. He doesn't have any spouse and business are perfectly fine with him and me. It's different. You're going to end hurt and honestly James, I can't fix everyone's life. I just want to be in bed with the man I like, Oscarwilde, some drinks and food. I'm not asking for so many things."
James grunted. Jared didn't understand it was easy to say that when he was looking the situation from the opposite side of the street.
"Do you want to fuck her?" Jared continued, "go and do it. I'm not putting a chastity belt around you or her, I'm just trying you to understand how things are going to end. Married couples hardly ever divorced, believe me I know what I'm saying. Remember Fred? I fucking loved Fred and he loved me, but he was married. It was a miserable marriage and yet, he didn't leave her. Well, you don't want to wait for centuries until the divorce, that never is going to happen, happens. You don't and it's a fact."
"She mentioned a divorce…"
"I bet she did. And not because she's a shitty person but because she was never in such situation. It's the hardest decision: a bit of happiness or the hope that he's going to change."
James didn't say a word and his brother put a hand in his arm "go back to Dublin until it's too late. It's going to hurt for a few days but it's going to pass quickly."
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Tommy was in London as well. He left Arrow House nit longer after Jared left Birmingham despite he, Tommy promised himself that he wasn't going after Jared.
It was in his sister's house now and while Ada was playing on the floor with little Karl, she was talking to him as well.
"Polly told me you're busy with the Irish these days. I thought you said you didn't want nothing to do with them."
"Times change, Ada. They have access to the Americans in Boston. It's good for business."
"Fine. I just asked." Ada, same as Polly, was suspicious about Tommy's desires but she never mentioned it. Ada didn't know if Polly knew, but she was sure that his business with Alfie Solomons were more than rum and bread. But who was she to judge them?
"I need fresh air," he said suddenly walking to the door "see you later, Ada."
"See you, Tom."
No, he couldn't do that again. Not with a man, no matter how nice and warm he was.
He had sex with women, he tried to fall in love with more than once but it didn't work. And always he tried to convince himself that it was because he was too young or too busy to pay attention to them. But then, in France, the touch of a soldier showed him how different it was a man from a woman and how much he enjoyed it. But then horrors came and him, Freddie and Dan had to dig out to survive and behind him, underground, was left the soldier that showed him a new world.
For years after the war, he visited whores to have sex because he convinced himself that she liked women like Arthur and John. If his brothers were normal, he was too.
And then Alfie appeared. Alfie and all his mannerisms and way to talk. Alfie and his loud voice and laugh. Tommy couldn't say that was love at first sight but definitely it was something like that. Married as he was, in love with his wife as he was, Alfie made room in his heart for him. And even when those two years were awful because their relationship meant the sadness of Rose, Alfie gave him something that no one else before him gave to him: love.
And yet, the Jewish man chose his wife over him.
So, why he was there in London after a new man? What would be different for him if he never was lucky? Jared Walsh was a handsome man who seemed to be comfortable with who he was, and probably was flirty with dozens of men besides him.
And it was this thing, Tommy thought as he kept walking through the noisy streets. The fact that he enjoyed male lovers didn't mean he was homosexual. He wasn't, he couldn't be! If Arthur and John liked women, then he liked women too.
Tommy went to a whorehouse and paid for a girl, but they didn't do anything because he never had an erection, no matter how much he tried.
"It happens all the time," the girl said patting his shoulder "don't worry."
Tommy hid his face between his hands. He wasn't homosexual.
"I'm not!" he yelled, furious , full of anger. But no one heard him because not even the prostitute was there to accompany him.
He left the building not looking at anyone. His mind was spinning around the same thought over and over again.
"I'm not homosexual. I'm normal."
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smoooothoperator · 1 year ago
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Beautiful Stranger
10: Ready Or Not
Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)
Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references
Words: 2.7k
warnings: Lily's pov, handritten and falshbacks in italics
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a/n: hello guys!! I'm warning you, the next chapter will be the last one of the story! (not including the epilogue, obviously). I hope all of you like this chapter even if for me seems boring, love you all❤️
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She was broken.
The moment she heard the knocks on her front door she knew he was leaving. Leaving forever.
No matter how much pain he gave her, no matter if he lied to her. She fell in love with the person that shared those days with her. She should forgive him, right? Give him a second chance and let him explain.
But how? How can she do that? Why is it so hard to control her emotions? 
Logan, or Lando, whoever he is, lied to her. It's not funny when someone lies to you. But when that person knows everything about you, all your fears and deepest secrets, the trust is gone so quickly.
And that's what happened to her. She trusted him enough to let him sleep on her bed, to let him take showers in her bathroom, to have a bath with her. Enough trust to give herself to him.
And now she's standing in the middle of her apartment, with cushions and blankets on the floor, balls of paper ripped off of her sketchbook with portraits of him. 
"How could you?" she mumbled, looking at the first draw she ever made of him. Those eyes staring back at her, this time with a mocking gaze. "Why…"
She spent that day in her bedroom, under the blankets trying to find some comfort and emotional support. 
But the pictures on her phone weren't helping at all. All the memories coming back while watching them, those weren't helping at all.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed excitedly, walking closer to one of the pillars of the ruins. "We are in Delfos!"
She was looking around, like a kid in a candy store, and he took pictures of her. He took pictures of her smile and how her eyes were bright while looking at all those ruins.
"I only see broken things" he joked, making her slap his arm softly.
"Just imagine it" she said, pointing around. "It just gives me shivers thinking about it"
"You are so cute" he chuckled, kissing her temple. "Come on, take a picture with me"
She sighed, locking her phone and leaving it on the other side of the bed. 
She took a deep breath, feeling how the wave of sobs started again. Her brain was punishing her for trusting someone like him, making her remember all the moments she had with him, all the moments she started to fall harder and harder for him.
Logan was a liar and she loved him. 
Lily tried to love before. To fall in love with her fiance, or even like him. That man was good with her, he didn't deserve to be left alone in that church, without a wife and with all their family laughing at him.
"Liliane, would you like to go out for dinner with me?" Adrian asked her, walking inside her apartment. "Come on, get ready"
"Adrian… I really don't want to go outside" she sighed l, closing her book and leaving it on the coffee table. 
"Then I'll make you something and we'll have dinner here" he nodded. "I saw you have a nice wine around, maybe I can make something and we can open it"
She took a deep breath, looking at the man. How can someone like him accept what his parents did? He's 26 years old and she's 23, how can someone accept something like that just to make their parents happy? What type of parents are them? 
"Alright" she nodded. "What are you going to make?"
"Well… I heard that you love Greece" he said. "And casually one of my coworkers' customer is the owner of one of the most famous Greek restaurants in London"
"The Andromeda?" she gasped. "No way, that's one of my favorite restaurants in London!"
"I know, that's why I asked if I could have the recipe of their most famous dish" he said, showing her the screen of his phone.
"That's… that's awesome, Adrian" she smiled softly, visibly touched by the gesture he had with her. 
"So yeah, continue reading whatever you were reading while I cook our dinner" he nodded.
Adrian was a handsome man, someone that has all the girls of the company behind him. But she wasn't jealous. She didn't see him that way, she couldn't see herself being in love with him even if she tried.
She blames the karma for everything that is happening to her. If only she tried to be how her parents wanted her to be, or accept her destiny and marry a man she couldn't love.. if she didn't abandon her family, none of this would be happening.
She was heartbroken, knowing that she was having an inner fight, wanting to get up from her bed and go talk with him or just ignore him until he leaves the next day.
The first half hour was easy. She only had to close her eyes and take deep breaths, ignore the noise of her surroundings and focus on her heartbeat. 
But again, memories with his face on it came back.
"Lily!" he giggled, getting out of the water of the sea and running towards her.
"Don't you dare! No! Logan!" she exclaimed, knowing that he was going to hug her with his body wet from the water. "Stop it!"
"Come on, let's cool down a little" he chuckled. "You are too hot. And I'm not saying it because you are hot and sexy. If I out an egg on your thigh I bet it would fry"
"You are exaggerating" she laughed, rolling her eyes.
"Come to the water with me, come on" he asked her, kissing her shoulder. "It's really nice"
"I was tanning, Logan" she sighed, sitting on the towel.
"And you can continue that later" he smiled. "Come on, are you the same Lily that the same day you had your ankle bandaged, needed to be in the water and fell to the floor of the bathroom? Or the one that literally dragged me out of my apartment to take you to the beach?"
"Oh, and you loved doing that" she smiled, pecking his lips. "Didn't you?"
"Of course I did" he chuckled. "And I loved every minute of that and what came next"
She felt tears again, making her close her eyes hard and gasp while opening them again and sit on the bed.
She heard that love comes with pain, but never imagined it could be that painful.
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She doesn't know when she fell asleep, thinking it wasn't possible after what happened, but the knocks on the front door were the reason she woke up.
She heard him. His voice was sad, it didn't sound the same as the previous days. 
Lily wanted to open the door, to ask him to stay and never leave. But it was for the best, for both of them. She wanted to tell him so many things, ask him so many things… but her body wasn't helping at all, staying still on the door of her bedroom.
She saw the paper slipping through the door, making her breath get stuck in her throat and her heartbeat increase. She was battling her own body to walk towards the door, wanting to see him one last time. But her body wasn't cooperating.
Maybe she has to forget him. Maybe it's a sign her own body is sending her. Her brain and heart were having an argument, her angel and demon were fighting on her shoulders.
"Why would you want to go to him? He lied to you! He deserves your hate and your silence" her mind and demon groaned.
"You love him, Lily. And he just said he loves you. Everyone deserves a second chance" her heart and angel argued back.
"No" she frowned, looking at the paper. She wants to pick it up, to read it. Maybe it has the answers she's been searching for.
"He hurt you, Lily" her demon said. "Burn that thing. Rip it off. He doesn't deserve your pardon"
Her body was working. Her legs were taking her to the door, letting her grab the paper. It was like her body was being controlled by cords, she was a ragdoll.
"Please, Aphrodite" she mumbled.
She believes in love. She always wanted to find someone who loves her no matter what. Someone who would give her everything she needed and deserved. 
And he, Logan, gave her everything.
Ignoring the paper, she opened the door hoping to find him there, waiting for her.
But there was no one waiting. 
"Fuck" she mumbled, looking down and closing the door.
The paper remained untouched and ignored for days. All her answers were there, and still, she didn't want to read them. Every time she walked out of her apartment she stepped on that letter. 
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"Kalimera, Lily" Nora smiled weakly at her. "How are you feeling?"
She looked at the woman in front of her, watching her sad smile directed to her. She knows what happened.
"Good" she lied. 
"Lily…"
"No, really. I'm good" she nodded. "I’m really good”
“How many times will you repeat that you are good? Are you doing that to convince yourself?” Nora sighed, placing her hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly. “You don’t have to lie to me, kid”
“I just…” she sighed, feeling how her shoulders got heavier. “He lied to me, Nora… he made me fall in love and believe his lie from the start. You know me. You know that I don’t like lies…”
“Was it really a harmful lie?” the woman asked, grabbing the chair next to her and sitting on it. “You know why he did that?”
“It doesn’t matter. He lied” she mumbled.
“It does matter. He’s famous. You know how that life is, you know how it is being the daughter of someone that has an important name” she said. “You came here to escape, just like him”
“But that’s not a reason to lie! To tell me that he’s a person he’s clearly not”
“You are being selfish here, Liliane” Nora said, making her flinch when she heard her birth name. “You came to this town escaping from your life, making everyone believe that you are someone you are not. Tell me this, kid. Do you keep that ring you came with? Do you still have the money your parents gave you?”
“Nora…”
“No. This is my time to talk” the old woman interrupted her. “You came to Parga the same day of your wedding. You came to this town with things from your previous life and locked them in a wardrobe. You know you can’t hide from f¡your past forever, Liliane”
“Stop calling me that name…” she mumbled.
“It’s your name. Can’t you see? You came here and did the same thing he did! You changed your name and made everyone believe your lies” she frowned. “That guy loves you. That guy came here all days asking how to make your favorite dishes, which places he should take you. That guy called to check if there weren’t any paparazzi around because he didn’t wanted to expose you two because he knew that sooner or later someone would find him”
“I didn’t ask him to do any of that!”
“Exactly! He did that because he loved you! He loves you! Did you read the letter? Did you read the emails?”
“W-what emails?” she frowned.
“I gave him your email address”
“Nora!”
“Lily, please. I want you to be happy, he made you happy” Nora sighed holding her hands. “Just give him a chance”
Lily sighed, getting up and getting ready to work, trying to get distracted and not look at her phone.
If he sent her emails, why not send her a text? Oh, right… because they never exchanged their numbers.
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Summer finished. And then autumn came. 
She read his letter a month later, having to grab it after receiving a package with his name on it. 
The moment she opened the box, his perfume invaded the apartment, knowing that he sprayed it on the clothes inside of it.
She sighed, grabbing the baby blue hoodie and hugging it. It definitely smells like him.
"Idiot" she whispered, breathing the scent of the material. 
A card caught her attention, making her sigh when she recognized his handwriting.
My amazing Lily,
I hope you like this hoodie. I read that the cold in Greece comes late, but I know that you like to wear hoodies no matter the weather outside. 
I hope next time we meet you wear this hoodie. 
I miss you.
I love you.
Yours,
Lando.
She sighed, tracing the handwriting with her fingertips. She remembers how he used to write on her notebooks, trying to copy the words she wrote in Greek.
She imagined how he looked while writing this letter, how he could be biting his lip, how he could shrug his nose.
The day she received the box, she read his letter and emails, making her wonder how he's doing, how is his life without her.
She wanted to answer, write to him and call him. But there was something stopping her. 
What was it? Fear? Maybe… Anger? No. 
Pain. The knife of betrayal was still buried on her chest and everytime she read about him, it slipped deeper and deeper. 
Maybe his life is better without her. Maybe she was only a summer fling for him. Maybe he doesn't need her anymore.
That's what she thought while opening her email app, not finding news about him. 
Maybe… maybe he forgot about her.
He went from writing all weeks to write only once a month. Even if he said that he loves her, she feels alone, not loved anymore.
Maybe she should write to him. Maybe she should ask why he doesn't write to her anymore. 
Maybe, maybe, maybe…
Maybe she deserves this, all the torture and the pain. Because Nora was right: she's a liar too.
What she considered her home was now a torture room, making all the memories of them come back to her. The town she loved was now the stage where ghosts of them danced in synchrony, making her remember that he's no longer with her.
Everytime she walked through that street she could remember the first time he saw him, making her feel goosebumps on the ankle she injured.
Everytime she went to that private beach she could remember all the times they nearly kissed, how he confessed that he was dying to kiss her, searching for orange shells and talking about nothing. Now she looks around trying to find those shells as a way of having him close to her again.
This place holds too many memories of him, of someone that is no longer hers.
Maybe she has to leave and find a new home, a new place, and start from zero. Be herself, Liliane Barton. 
She called him immature. But how wrong was she, when the immature here was herself, living on a lie she created even if she escaped from one. She never wanted to be what her parents asked her to be. She thought that she could be like those women from the tales her babysitter read to her when she was a kid. She thought she could be brave and strong, a fighter everyone could respect.
But to be fair, she's still being a little girl that wants to escape from the real world.
"Mature, you idiot" she groaned looking at herself in the mirror. 
She tried to find somewhere to go. Somewhere to settle down and act like the adult she is. A home, a job… whatever she needed.
"What if he comes back?" Nora asked her with a sad smile, grabbing the keys of the apartment. "What if he's searching you?"
"Will he?" she smiled weakly. "Do you really think he will come? I don't think so… he stopped writing, Nora. Even if I wrote to him once he never replied. I'm the past…"
"Oh, Lily…"
"Liliane" she corrected her. "I learned my lesson. No more lies"
"I'm proud of you, little girl" she smiled, hugging her. "But… I'm sure he will come"
"Then if he does that you know what to do" she whispered, hugging the woman that was like a mother to her one last time, pulling away and grabbing her suitcase.
When she came for the first time to that town, dressed with a summer dress and her hair styled as a bride, she was a scared girl.
But now, dressed with a red hoodie and the name of the eSports team of someone she still loves on it, she feels free.
This time she's free.
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dalekofchaos · 5 months ago
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Okay, I watched the DE livestream and even with my justified complaints before, I am most definitely not playing this game.
it feels like they killed any chance of Chloe, Warren or anyone from Arcadia Bay of appearing.
There was a dialogue option of Din- I mean Safi asking about "the girl with the blue hair"
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And a dialogue choice appears between "We were just friends" "We were high school sweethearts"
"WERE" Are you fucking kidding? They said they'd respect both endings, but How the fuck is it "were" when they said they will respect both endings.
Sacrificing an entire town, killing nearly all of your friends and your love's mother is not "high school sweetheart" WHO FUCKING WROTE THIS SHIT?
Now this could've just been someone who chose the "save the Bay ending" in the livestream, but Max would not leave Chloe if that were the case...
Looks to me like they wanna split Max and Chloe even in the timeline where Chloe is alive. There probably will be just short mention of her or at best short cameo but that's it.
Like if they are no longer together/friends what would be even the point of Bae ending.
The idea that she'd leave her behind after destroying an entire town to save her doesn't really validate the ending. It just seems like a cop-out for a story that originally went with the Bay ending as canon.
As for the Bay ending. I doubt Warren will get a mention. Maybe a "There was this boy I liked, but it didn't work out because I just couldn't get over the loss of my friend and my own trauma, I didn't want to burden him, so I left. He deserved better than me." or worse, they'll demonize him and paint him how the fandom perceives him. I doubt Kate will get a mention. Maybe Max and Kate do stay in touch but they don't show Kate anymore, because god fucking forbid we get people we actually wanna see.
A lot of what made the first game so likeable is completely lost here, the art style, the ability to rewind freely, Max and Chloe's relationship/friendship. This feels more like a fanfic with a bunch of mediocre OCs shoved in than an actual sequel.
The majority of people who wanted Max back are those who also wanted Chloe back. It's going to be very surprising if they attempt to make it seem like Max and Chloe just lost touch or were just casual crushes in school. That isn't how the original game is at all.
Between this and the devs saying Max wants to forget and leave her past behind I’m taking this as confirmation that Chloe, Warren or anyone else from AB isn’t appearing at all which is pretty upsetting.
Zero interest in the game if they go this route. They should have just made a new character instead of completely shitting on Max' original story while using her for name recognition only…
Just remember. Deck Nine was outed for protecting a bigoted groomer and did nothing as a fucking Nazi put white supremacist imagery in their games and they so happen to release a game with "Max" in it. A Max without Chloe, Warren or Kate. A Max who learned nothing and fucked over reality over someone she just met. They got caught with their pants down and they slapped Max's name and voice on a completely new character because they panicked.
Anyways, I choose to believe MY Post LIS 1 headcanons or my Save Rachel game pitch, because that's how DONTNOD wanted it to be, a story we could choose after the game was complete.
I don't know who DONTNOD thinks this is, because that's not Max Caulfield #notmymax
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smileydk · 1 year ago
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You want me to put a baby in you?
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Pairing: Idol!Yunho x Idol!OC
Summary: Jiwoo, 9th member of Ateez and also Yunho's girlfriend. After Ateez spent a whole day with four kids, at Hello82, teaching them dances, Jiwoo's baby fever skyrocketed.
cw/tw: Established relationship, suggestive, make-out sessions at worst || Short as fuck, might write more sometime if I come up with anything :)
Note: Might be based of Hello82 because it might have given me slight baby fever, as well as the guys being amazing with kids...
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Yunho and Jiwoo sat in the car on their way to the dorm. Yunho was tired from the day and Jiwoo was... busy with her own thoughts.
Her head was filled with kids. And how good Yunho was with kids. Jiwoo'd had been in the opposite team of Yunho and she'd been in total awe as her boyfriend spoke with a kid in a, a) language which wasn't his native languae, b) soft, gentle voice.
Hongjoong had laughed at her as he spotted her stupid look. He'd said that she's being "too obvious", despite the relationship going public, almost, as soon as it happpened.
A hand landed on her thigh. ''Penny for your thoughts?''
''Hm? Uh...'' Jiwoo smiled awkwardly. She didn't wanna tell him she had baby fever because he spoke to a child. ''Comeback''
Yunho hummed. ''Are you sure there's nothing else?'' He pushed slightly further. She lied, and he knew she lied. Jiwoo didn't like that he basically read her like an open book.
Jiwoo sighed. She didn't know what to say.
''Nevermind, you can tell me when you feel like it. No need to rush it'' Yunho took back his words as he realized how she became slightly uncomfortable with the question. He leaned across the backseat and pecked her cheek.
The woman smiled. How did she get such a perfect boyfriend? Why was he so understanding and nice and... him!
''Hey, wanna go to my place instead?'' Yunho asked. ''You seem tired... and you might need a break from the idiots''
Jiwoo chuckled. ''Yeah, sure''
Yunho: Jiwoo's had enough of you idiots for today
Yunho: We're heading to my place
Yunho: You don't happen to know what Jiwoo's thinking so hard about?
Hongjoong: Yeah, I absolutely know why but I ain't telling you about it
Hongjoong: Have fun ;))
Yunho looked at his phone in confusion. Why wouldn't Hongjoong tell him what was bothering his girlfriend.
She looked like she was in deep thought. And if it was bothering her, he wanted to help her relieve her mind.
The car stopped outside Yunho's private apartment. ''We're here''
Yunho looked up from his lap and smled. ''Thank you, Hajoon, see you tomorrow?''
''You know it''
The tall man got out of the car, got the bags from the trunk and waited for his lovely girlfriend to exit the car.
''I want alcohol'' Jiwoo mumbled as Yunho unlocked the front door. ''Do you have anything or can we run down to the corner shop?''
''I probably have some Soju, why do you wanna drink? Are you depressed?'' Yunho grabbed Jiwoo's face and looked her straight in the eye. ''Why won't you tell me what's on your tiny mind~''
''Because it's embarrassing~ you'll probably hear it in 20 minutes when I'm drunk''
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20 minutes later:
Yunho chuckled as Jiwoo spoke about something totally irrelevant. ''...and then Mingi had the audacity to call me short! Me, short?''
''I love you, but you are 5 feet, and he's 6 feet 1 inche, you're missing a foot and an inch''
Jiwoo turned to her boyfriend and narrowed her eyes at him. ''I am huge'' She stood up and crossed her arms. ''You're the tiny one, look'' She motioned to the man as he sat down on the couch while she stood up.
''Oh yeah, I'm the tiny one'' Yunho replied in an amused tone. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat.
''Yeah, look'' Jiwoo then proceeded to meassure the two with her hand, like one would do in kindergarten.
The man raised an eyebrow. He was very amused by his, now very drunk, girlfriend. He then proceeded to rise to his feet. ''I'm tiny'' He repeated with smirked as he towered over her with at least a foot and 2 inches.
''You're cheating'' Jiwoo stated with a shrug and sat back down. Yunho chuckled and took his seat next to her.
''Care to tell me what was on your mind earlier?'' He wrapped his arm around her smaller frame and pulled her closer. ''It seemed to take up about 90% of your attention''
''I want a baby'' Jiwoo pouted. Tears welled up in her eyes. Yes, she was the emotional drunk.
''You want a baby? Since when?'' Yunho laid his head on top of Jiwoo's as he spoke. He tried his best to not laugh as she cried slightly over the subject. ''You've never talked about kids before, why now?''
''I don't know'' She sobbed. ''I saw you with Lina and Jaiden-''
Yunho chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his sobbing girlfriend. ''Why are you crying?''
''I want a baby''
''We're busy with careers now, Princess'' Yunho held her face in his huge hands. He wiped away her tears with his thumbs, altough it didn't do much as they kept coming.
''But I want a baby'' Jiwoo pouted and sniffled slightly.
The man couldn't believe he even considered the idea. They were in the midst of their careers, they were at their peak. Not that he never wanted a family, and he was 25, but right now was not the best time.
It didn't make it better that he was head-over-heels for his girlfriend and would do almost anything to please her. Whatever she wanted he gave her.
''You want me to put a baby in you?'' Yunho raised an eyebrow. Jiwoo's tears immediately stopped flowing. She nodded. ''But what about our careers?'' He leaned closer. Why did she have to look so kissable right now?
''Chen-sunbaenim manages both''
''Yes, but his wife isn't an idol''
''But... we have each other?'' Jiwoo smiled innocently. She knew he was fighting himself in his head.
''You're gonna be the death of me'' Yunho mumbled and pressed his lips against hers. The woman was slighlty surprised, but was quick to follow his lead.
Yunho pushed her down, allowing her to lay on her back as he hovered above her. He rested his weight on his underarms while Jiwoo's hands were finding themselves tangled in his hair.
''Whatever my princess wants, she gets''
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mysticstarlightduck · 24 days ago
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OC In 3 Tag!
Let's go with some more OCs from the cast of Crash Stardom! for this one!
Aiden Decroix
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Smile - Onsra, s3nna's revenge & RichDropKick ft. SlidV
Under my smile
I'm stowing away all my pain
You can tell by the look on my face
I'm begging, I'm pleading I know that I need to be saved
Under my smile
There's a darkness that drives me insane
Living in terror the rest of my days
I'll find my escape or I'll take all my sins to the grave
I'll do that with a smile
Mothman - Joh Yoban
My dear Mothman, just bring me sorrow Won’t force myself to sleep alone When the sun falls, space will devour all Then we will be free and stay up all night long
My dear Mothman, this street is hollow The atmosphere is cobalt blue Every silence is sketching loud noise And we will be free and stay up all night long
Let’s fade into the night Fly away high
Inject the future Left all my thoughts on this crossroad When the wind blows, it will erase all Then wе will be free and stay up all night long
Family Line - Conan Gray
Scattered 'cross my family line I'm so good at telling lies That came from my mother's side Told a million to survive Scattered 'cross my family line God, I have my father's eyes But my sister's when I cry I can run, but I can't hide From my family line
[...]
Oh, all that I did to try to undo it! All of my pain and all your excuses! I was a kid but I wasn't clueless (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this!) All of my past, I tried to erase it! But now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but (We are not the same!)
PS. Except in Aiden's case the lines would be: I'm so good at telling lies That came from my mother's father's side (He) Told a million to survive God, I have my father's uncle's eyes But my sister's mentor's when I cry I can run, but I can't hide
Randall Sloanne
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Bottom of The Deep Blue Sea - Missio
The berth surrounding my body, crushing every bit of bone The salt, it seeps in through the pores of my open skin I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue
Welcome to my cage, little lover Attempt to rearrange with you, baby Still don't know your name, miss honey Let's go up in flames, pretty lady
The sweet surrender of silence forces me to live alone Locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind? I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue
Welcome to my cage, little lover Attempt to rearrange with you, baby Still don't know your name, miss honey
Vendetta - Unsecret
Fool me once and it's shame on me But you know you better tread carefully Fool me twice, I'm your enemy I'm your enemy
If you push, I push back Try to hide But I'll hunt you down like a maniac Down, you'll go down So if you hide I'm gonna hunt you down
Run, you better run Vendetta
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Kindness never looked good on me Never been one to sit quietly Too late now to see irony In rivalry
Villain - KDA (male cover)
On the low, only love myself, no more Take you to the grave, I'll ghost I know I can be so cold In the dark, where I like to keep my heart Know I'm all bite, no bark Like to catch you way off guard
I'll stay so deep inside your brain And take you somewhere far away
Time to roll the dice, you know I'm the type Type to risk my life, not afraid to die Type to make you cry, type to put a price All up on your head, do just what I said
I'm a straight up villain, straight up villain
Chion Strihdda
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Wildflowers - Tom Petty
You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea Sail away, kill off the hours You belong somewhere you feel free
Run away, find you a lover Go away somewhere all bright and new I have seen no other Who compares with you
You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free
Go The Distance - Hercules
I have often dreamed Of a far-off place Where a great warm welcome Will be waiting for me Where the crowds will cheer When they see my face And a voice keeps saying This is where I'm meant to be
I will find my way I can go the distance I'll be there someday If I can be strong I know every mile Will be worth my while I would go most anywhere To feel like I belong
I am on my way! I can go the distance! I don't care how far! Somehow I'll be strong!
Apollo - Timebelle
Like a bullet in my chest You're written, bound and etched Forever in my mind
We are fading in our hands Lost somewhere in a wasteland Not knowing up from down
But when the walls are caving And the world keeps turning We got the love We got to love
Now I will never let you go All the words won't make me fold It is never easy I'll follow you, Apollo
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