#half here half there about them currently 👀

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going insane over these tags a reward for being alive it feels poetic and beautiful ough 🫶🫶🫶

so vietnam theres all sorts of migration from regions to regions to big cities for work n stuffs! also the dofference stemmed from there being a separation mostly due to geography and history we started off 4 thousand years ago in the north with a small chunk and teeny country and grew all the way til our current size and maybe like the french i think divided the country to rule and out government is in the north (currently) but back in the days there was two and politics and im really falling short at my own history ough i shouldve paid more attention in class 😭 but anyways the most obvious reason is that we’re a long country

^ looky long S big S very rich coasts and tourism we got a beaut piece of land

the monday thing im not so sure and i looked it up! very surprisingly this way of naming the weekdays originated from …. Portugese religion spreading people (idk the word to call but they were convincing locals to christainity i think) and like sunday is God’s day so monday is the second day translated from “segunda-feira” (means the second market time)

interesting….. i didnt know portugese peeps ever visited! :o!

yeah the stone lions are never painted (at least the ones i saw) theyre usually made of stones and maybe precious ones in prestigious buildings, offices or company’s buildings here usually uses cement ones, i read on wikipedia that theres also resin versions (like they mass produced the lions for business places to put to attract business) but ive never seend resin lions before maybe that kind’s not popular here

the lions represents yin and yang yang is the male one (with the ball) and yin is the female (with littol cub) its like balances out and its adviced mever to have like two of the same gender cuz thats breaking the equilibrium i think :D

in the past its reserved to rich peeps but now theyre mass produced to place to guard just in general big places.

the pro of fengshui are like people whove learnt lots about these things the placement of stuffs in a house, where the house is facing, where to put the bathrooms. also i think dates on when to do things, chinese culture and cultures heavily influenced by the chinese value alot on those, according to one of my teacher at school she told me that usually people before buying a new home & when theyre designing how to build it, would hire and bring along a fengshui master. and big apartments and residential areas definitely need fengshui masters to look at them before deciding the final blueprint!

ive never met a pro fengshui master tho, cuz my parents are big nerds and studied the art of fengshui themselves >:D!! especially my dad and he just kind of choose and observe stuffs idk the details but mans just got knowledge stored in his brains going brrr when they check out real estates

that just reminded me of another belief! so everyone here knows that having a mirror or any reflective surface opposite of where you sleep that could reflect you in your sleep is unlucky as hell. like youre gonna get taken over by spirits or something terrifying like that, cuz mirrors are like portals to whatever spooky place over there.

and so walking into a hotel you would just know it was built by western vietnamese investor. cuz western big boss dont care bout the mirror placements usually, and like would place a whole ass flatscreen tv at the foot of your bed, or like once the mirror was so directly under my feet and reflected my entire laying down position that my mum had to carefully tuck a bath towel over it. per my request since i felt the chills as soon as i sat on the bed noticing my own reflection ough.

HIIII. This is aurhisaurelio this is my main blog idk if ive said it. I keep forgetting to tell ppl. Dhkdbdjdjd NEWAY HIIIIII. Do you believe in lots of superstitions? Like the one with the hair and nails stuff. Here in my home we have a supersttion where u shouldnt sweep the floor at night cause it sweeps away bad luck! I follow that.

Neway its rlly fun to talk to u abt food and now this !!!! And ESPECIALLY the mythical beast thank u so much for sending that to me i saw pictures in the Google AND THEY ARE SO PRETTYYYYY!!!,

:O i thought the accounts got a similar vibes XD *puts down in my notes that this is the same person*

so we got a similar one that like the first day (or was it three days?) of lunar new year you cant sweep or its equivalent to sweeping new year’s luck out of the house :o! we do clean the house mostly at night tho XD (at least my family does)

superstitions to me are like suggestions, i believe in them just in case 👀 like if there sre no risk &/ inconvienieces to following them imma follow them to prevent whatever bad things that could maybe happen!

yo theres one tho my mum told me about when i was really young so it stuck with me, ‘do not comb your hair on the car - or any vehicles’ cuz like when you comb your hair some strands will fall out and that meant like a separation of sort and seperation and being on a vehicle could be bad omen to an accident :O! <- also important note that i strictly follow this due to going by cab lots and idk if the driver was really superstitious they could get realy mad and even drop you off in the middle of the streets :0!

one that i choose to not believe is like shaving your head = bad omen (cuz my mum told me ancient people - modernly this superstition is specifically referring to to women - only do that when something life changing/in a bad way happened to them like having a big loss usually like being widowed)

ikrrr such pretty mythical creatures, with a similar appearance, leading to my next thought the stone lions!!

i also love stone lions that guard doors and entrances to places they are so cool, literally once i saw two made of some sort of stone (im guessing maybe marble) but they were so cool to the touch i hugged one (i was but a small child at the time) they were so smoothly carved i think they belonged to a temple (hence the dedicated shaping)

my old school also got two but they were rough on the surface and i kept picturing being slammed into one (definitely would rip skin they were made of like gravel and cement poured into a mould or something so the texture was that of the road’s asphalt 😔)

[emilsendo]

Can you please make a muzan oneshot, smut with aftercare and muzan being alittle protective of m! Reader...

Thank you! <3

With pleasure I'll make this request! Take care💪🏼✨️👀

Also, I apologize for any errors in the text. I hope you will enjoy it.

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It was a day like any other, everyone looked the same. You, as a rank 0 higher moon demon, AND as the husband of the demon king, had a wide reputation among demons and humans alike. However, Muzan Kibutsuji didn't treat your strength like the others, he loved you too much to care if you were powerful enough. For him, you were and are his property, which he must protect against possible threats. Mainly rivals created by your handsome appearance. But who would dare to endanger the MUZAN himself? Probably just a real suicide.

Y/N was currently walking through the forest after mercilessly killing a man from the village he was passing by. As an Upper Moon demon, he must eat quite regularly in order for his strength to remain the same or even greater. Even if he sometimes has some signs of humanity in his heart, he still doesn't care much about this feeling. He had long since rid himself of the feeling of guilt in his soul, all in order to be able to kill more effectively and faster. He is about 600 years old, has adapted to living in the body of a creature and killing those who resist his actions. Y/N remembers almost nothing from his past, except for the feeling of weakness... his heart only remembers how he felt then, not what he was like and what his life was like, did he have a family? Did he have a wife and children? Was he someone important? Nothing. Emptiness.

While listening to the sounds of nature, he heard another sound, but of feet pattering behind him and then next to him. It was as if this person was fast enough to somehow teleport. Y/N looked at them, his c/e eyes meeting rainbow ones. It was none other than Doma, who no one likes because... he's the least bit annoying.

— Hello, Lord Y/N~! How is our handsome boy? — he asked with a practiced and false tone of joy, something that was probably the reason why no one liked him. Y/N remained unfazed by his presence, but he felt a certain irritation. Doma moved in on him far too many times, as if he wanted more than a punch to the jaw.

— How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? Don't you have anything else to do? — he replied with a great show of dislike towards the demon next to him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye with his deadly gaze, which usually made every demon and human bend more than one knee. But not Doma, this type has too much of a disregard for other people's needs.

— Aww~ Ice cold as always, huh? I'm just trying to be nice to Muzan's lover~.... — he said. And his voice and facial expression were like a child who didn't get what he wanted.

—You'll be nice when you get out of here.— Y/N finally looking at the shorter man with his full perspective. However, instead of an answer, he received a kiss, which shocked him. He automatically pushed him away and punched him in the jaw hard enough to tear off half his face, staining his hands with blood. Doma looked at him with a strange look, maybe if his face was intact it would look better... The man smiled slyly as if he was proud of what he had done, lightly touching his newly regenerated jaw.

Muzan won't be happy with the fact that his "property" has been touched and Y/N knows it, which is why he felt a slight twinge in his stomach from the stress. Because he'll get hurt too.

—Who the fuck are you? — a deep and loud voice asked, while the sounds of limbs and bones being torn to shreds echoed throughout the room. The muzzled hand was tearing apart Doma's body, and Doma was not reacting much to any of these harms. The brunette's blood-red eyes scanned the demon in front of him, who was kneeling.

—How dare you disregard my order? How dare you TOUCH something that belongs to me? — he grabbed the blonde by the forehead, his claw drilling a hole in the skull. He then caused his cells to slowly melt Doma's body.

Upper Rank 2 began bleeding from the inside, choking on a red substance. Pulsating, almost purple veins appeared on his skin.

—I should kill you....But you are a useful demon because of your loyalty. However, one more move like that... and I will personally expose you to the sun.— Muzan threatened, letting his brother go free.

—Muzan....I'm sorry, honey. I had no way to react to protect myself from Doma's kiss... I didn't expect it. - you whispered, your voice sounding completely different because of the way the veins that carry Muzan's blood tightened around your weave. You were in a kneeling position in front of your husband, who was sitting on a chair, his chin resting on his hand and his eyes down on your apologetic form. He had you like this for a while now, letting his anger out on you.

—.....— Muzan closed his eyes and then stopped controlling his cells, letting you breathe. His gaze moved to the side, ignoring you. You could see from a mile away that he was still pissed at you.

The moment you gained access to breathing again, you gasped. Coughing heavily from the dryness in my throat and the lack of oxygen. But you didn't have time to feel sorry for yourself, you had to console Muzan somehow, before he will kill useful demons.

You stepped closer to Muzan, resting your head on his knee.

—I love you, you know?— you said, knowing that this sentence would calm Muzan down instantly. The man finally looked at you, his gaze still as cold as ice. But his eyes became less wild, clear evidence that he had calmed down. His hand gently grabbed your chin, stroking it lightly with his thumb.

— I know. I love you too, you're like a toxin that makes me sick. But it is also very....addictive.— Muzan pulls your body up by your hand, he also stood up. Making you both switch positions, where this time you are sitting and he is kneeling.

— However, I want you to make me realize this by fucking me.— he said with a smirk. His tone was seductive and his eyes were filled with lust and horniness. Your member twitch at that sight, you couldn't resist your husband's "request", when it was clearly what you desired too deep down. Before you answered, Muzan already was working your pants off, he rip them off to be honest. Exposing your big and hard length that he loves so much, his tongue licks his lower lip, getting ready to the delicious taste he will have on it by a few seconds.

He opens his lips wide, already trying to deepthroat your dick with his tight canal. Making you hiss from pleasure and tighten your grip on the chair, claws digging into the wooden furniture. Your King sucks every good spots, pulling away for a while to spit on your cock to make it more wet. His tongue lick your tip, kissing it passionately as if making out with it, before going back down to your shaft. Licking up and down, massaging your balls and squeezing them from time to time. Making your head be on cloud 9 and resisting the urge to fuck your husband's throat. He wets your cock so good that it made such a sloppy sounds that made Muzan's mind go crazy, he only wants you to rile him like the last whore and then shower with affection. That's why he grabbed roughly your wrist and put it on his head, signaling you to control his movements.

You didn't waste any time in making him choke and gag all over your large cock, you could feel his nails pressing into your skin on thighs from pleasure and the feeling of your rough treatment. The feeling of a colossal hand gripping his hair, that clearly belong to you made his own dick almost cream his pants from excitement. And when you finally came in his mouth, he swallowed it eagerly like a treasure. His lips all red and swollen from sucking and having his mouth filled with something so thick.

— Take my clothes off. Now.— he damanded, but his voice sounds so needy and almost desperate. While he tried to mask it by cleaning your dick off from the rest of cum. You pull him on your lap with one move of your arm, making him gasp a bit. Before you took off his whole clothes, your gaze fixed on his expression that showed a pure lust. Muzan's mouth instinctively wrap itself around your fingers, wetting them as if he knows by the look on your face what you want him to do.

— Good slut.— you said with a smirk and satisfaction, even if your husband doesn't seem to like this nickname. (He feels butterflies in his stomach but his mind refuse to accept it)

— I am NOT a slut.— he said with serious tone, sounding a bit stern.

— Then I'll have to prove you wrong. Cause sluts like you can take cocks like mine without preparation.— You said, making Muzan look at you in confusion and he understood in a second what you meant.

— Oi, no!— he tried to protest in panic, his eyes widen, a loud scream from pleasure and pain left his mouth as you slam your cock inside him with one, smooth move. You groan at the tightness around your cock, it almost felt like it's sucking you inside.

— Don't cry, honey... I know you like it. Good slut-husbands like you are experts in satisfing your beloved.— you whisper in his ear, wiping his tears off from his cheeks. You looked at his expression that was a mix of pleasure and pain, his teeth clenched from the feeling of you deep inside him, touching his prostate with the tip of your cock.

Muzan was quiet for a few seconds, before he chuckles from esctasy and his red eyes fixed on you. He tighten his gummy like walls around your member to tease you and motivate you into fucking him.

— Of course.....I'll take care of your crotch like a good husband slut.— Muzan's lips kissed your face, starting with you forehead and ending at your lips. He really do love you for agreeing for you to call him this way....

Next thing he knows was you making him bounce like a desperate bunny on your dick, making sloppy sounds from going in and out of his entrance. The sounds of his loud moaning, mewling and your grunts and groans spread all over his office. Muzan's hair were messy and wet from sweat. His eyes unfocused. His sharp nails digging intl your shoulders. His legs shaking. His walls clenched and unclenched from pleasure and overstimulation. You hit his prostate over and over again, making him wanna cry to heavens.... or to hell.

Suddenly, you stand up with him in your arms, surprising him a bit as he got placed on his desk with legs spread. His back met the surface of the wooden furniture, he pants like a dog as he watched you put his legs on your shoulders, making your balls made a contact with his ass. He whimpers from that feeling.

— Fuck me.....Fuck your slutty husband.....fill me with your hiers and have the satisfaction of owning the King of demons~— Muzan said with a smirk, chest going up and down from breathing hard. That words went straight to your cock, twitching inside your lover. Your gaze like a predator, as you move oncr again. Hips snapping back and forth hard and deep, as if you were seriously trying to make him pregnant or break. He grip onto the edges of his desk, almost destroying it with his demonic strength. The pre-cum made it easier for you to go in and out of his warm and wet ass. His entrance sucked you greedy in, as if not planning for you to leave it.

— Such a good slut for me, huh? Your tiny hole seems not to want me to let go.— you said between moans, rubbing his pale waist in your hands.

— Uh-huh.....Haah...haaah...haaah...Not let go....haah...HAAH....HAAHH...— he said dumbly, without thinking twice before saying it. Feeling stupid from esctasy.

Hours passed, it was already morning and you two only just done having sex. You slip your cock out of his hole, making the cum drip from Muzan's ass. You looked at your dear husband that you spent your whole life as a demon. Admiring his appearance that looked so messy. It's kinda sad that the marks you left regenerate faster than you blink...But you still felt satisfaction, because you owned THE Muzan Kibutsuji.

— Very well, Y/N......you kept me satisfy.— Kibutsuji said, his voice breathless but his gaze intense. He pulls you towards him with strong grip, making you lay on top of his body. Rubbing your back and head with his hand.

— But you have to make me a bath with rose petals.— he demand, looking down at you with a smile. You snuggle against his chest, squeezing his nipples between your fingers. Making him glare at you.

— Control yourself. I want bath.—

— Hehehe....— you laughed nervously.

[sansaorgana]

Ok but Buck getting jealous or riled up from a British Air Force trying to get at his gal 👀

EDIT: I've just realized I totally misread this and didn't notice it's about BRITISH Air Force sdfghjkl; I hope you forgive me 🤣 I'm an idiot, I swear to God. feel free to send it again so I'll write another one!!!

hi, babe 🧸 thank you for your request 💗 Buck and reader are in America while this short fic takes place. let's say he got a few weeks off to spend at home 🏡

i currently have 2 more requests in my inbox but i was busy watching the bear today and now i have a slight migraine so i'll deal with them tomorrow, sorry xx

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

"What are you thinking of, doll?" his deep voice made you look up and blink a few times like you couldn't believe that he was there; back in your arms, so close and so warm. You were slow dancing together with Buck for the past half an hour but you couldn't focus on the moment even though you knew you should. He wasn't back for good. Not yet.

"You've only a few missions left," you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled before leaning in to look deep into your eyes.

"Aw, don't think 'bout it, babe. I left it behind for a few weeks, yes?" he pecked your lips and you tried to smile. "Come on, why the long face?"

"I'm sorry," you sniffled back the tears forming in the corners of your eyes and shook your head.

"Makes me think you're not happy to see me back in town," he teased and spun you around gently before pressing you close to him again. "What? Won't be able to see a loverboy for a while?"

"Don't be stupid, Buck. There ain't no loverboy but you," you chuckled finally and pushed him softly.

"There better not be 'cause I'd have to fix his face right."

"Sure thing, big man," you gave him a wide smile and cupped his face to caress his cheeks. You loved seeing your hands on him. You especially loved seeing your engagment ring on your finger. "You look so handsome in that suit, Cleven."

"That's Major Cleven for you, big mouth," he winked at you and you pulled a face to make him laugh.

"Fetch me something to drink, will you, Major Cleven?" you leaned in to kiss his cheek and asked. "All that dancing made me thirsty."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded and walked you back to the table that had been occupied by you two before. He grabbed his cap to put it back on his head and approached the bar.

In the meantime, you opened your purse and tried to find a compact mirror with the powder to fix your shining nose and forehead. You didn't notice that some man stood above you. When you were done with your looks, you closed the mirror with a loud pop sound and you almost jumped in your seat at the sound of a tall dark-haired guy that kept staring at you.

"Excuse me?" you asked and looked him up and down. He was wearing a suit like your Buck but he was no Major.

"Um, I'm sorry, I've just noticed a beautiful girl sitting here all by herself and… I thought that, well, uh, I'mma fix that, perhaps…?" he took his cap off and squeezed it nervously with one of his hands as his other one went behind his head to scratch it awkwardly.

"And you are…?" you tried not to laugh at him. He was kind of adorable in that.

"Um… Sergeant… Sergeant Tommy Smith, miss," he introduced himself.

"Sergeant?" you raised an eyebrow. "Have you been to Europe already?"

"No, miss, no, I… I am going soon… It's my last few weeks before I go," he explained and you could see sweat forming upon his forehead. "Can I… Can I perhaps sit down?" he proposed, probably not realizing how bold it was. But he looked like he was about to faint any given moment.

"Sure thing, honey," you moved a little to give him a spot next to you but you tried to find Buck amongst the crowd. You couldn't see him, though, which was no surprise because the place was full of people – airmen, soldiers and their sweethearts... or girls hoping to become sweethearts soon.

"You're so… So kind, miss," Tommy nodded his head at you as he sat next to you. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Who said I was alone?" you smiled at him and he blushed. "Oh, don't worry, he's not the beating up kind, my man."

Tommy seemed to sigh with relief but then his eyes widened at the sight of someone standing behind you.

"Is… Is that him?"

"Oh, honey, he's not scary at all, my man, he's…" you started with a chuckle but then you turned around and you saw the man that Tommy had been referring to.

It wasn't Buck. He was huge, enormous even. You've never seen an uniform so tight on the muscles like that. And he was tall as well. Wearing sunglasses inside at night type of guy. He was handsome, oh yes, he was. But he had this aura around him as if he had thought that the whole wolrd revolved around him. He was also an airman and he was chewing gum arrogantly.

"Is that kid bothering you, love?" he asked.

"Um… No," you shook your head and tried to find Buck desperately with your eyes but there was still no sight of him. "Not at all," you added.

"I'll g-go now…" Tommy stood up to leave quietly.

"No, don't leave me…" you tried to plead in a whisper but he put his cap back on and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

So, now you were left with the big guy.

"Finally. These new ones are like pests," he sighed and sat next to you without asking for permission.

"Excuse me…?" you squealed but he only laughed and took his sunglasses off to take a better look at you.

"Why so scared, gorgeous?" he grinned showing off a set of pearly white teeth.

"Care to at least give me your name?" you asked, trying to move as far away as possible while staying discreet.

"Let's say you're about to find out later that night when you're gonna scream it, sugar," he winked at you and you almost gagged.

"Oh, I do believe I already have a name to scream," you stated, deciding that perhaps being as vulgar as him would make him finally get the message. But that was not the case.

"That guy's?" he laughed. "That kid's?"

"No," you shook your head and looked around but Buck wasn't coming.

"Something tells me you're bluffing me, little one," he leaned in and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down.

"Why would I?" you raised your hand to show him your ring. He hummed and whistled at it.

"Nice piece, baby. But it can mean anything," he insisted. "I think you're just playing hard to get, am I right, sweetheart?"

"Please, I am not interested," you shook your head as he was trying to put his arm around you.

"Why not? You seemed to be interested in the other guy and he was a fucking nobody."

"He was kind… And he wasn't pushy," you tried to get away as he was moving closer and closer.

"What's your name, by the way, sugar?" the man asked.

"Her name is Mrs. Gale Cleven," Buck's familiar, deep and warm voice made you look up as you smiled through the tears of humiliation.

He was standing above you with a drink in his hand and he looked oh-so-pissed like you've never seen him before.

"Shit, man, you mean she's married to that Major Cleven?" the big man let go of you and stood up immediately, grabbing his sunglasses from the table. "Thanks for the heads up, dude. And you are…?"

"Major Gale Cleven, dude," Buck answered angrily and you watched how the creep's smile dropped instantly.

"Oh, there's… There's been some misunderstanding, Major, I… There was a young Sergeant bothering your wife and I…" he started to stutter.

Buck looked at you now and you knew that he wasn't angry at you but his intense bright eyes still caused a chill go down your spine.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"There was a young Sergeant talking to me, I invited him to sit with me. He was friendly," you nodded. "I did not require saving as far as I am concerned… You, on the other hand," you looked at the scared big guy, "you were far from polite and you didn't treat me like a lady at all."

Buck put the glass down loudly in front of you and stared at the guy with contempt as the muscles of his jaw twitched.

"Let's take it outside," he proposed as your eyes widened. Buck was never the type to start a bar fight or anything of that sort. And as much as you believed in your brave Major, you didn't want him to fight that huge man.

"Buck, honey," you stood up to put a hand on his chest, "let him go, he's just drunk. He's not worth getting in trouble."

"I'm sorry Major, I didn't mean to be rude to your wife, sir," the man saluted.

"You only apologize because you know she's my wife. Otherwise you'd keep bothering her," Buck squinted his eyes.

"No, sir."

"Yes, Lieutenant, now get the fuck out of here."

"Sir, yes, sir!" the man saluted for the last time before walking away as fast as possible.

"Buck!" you pushed him gently as your jaw dropped. "Where did you learn such language?"

He didn't answer, however. He sat down, took his cap off and ran his fingers through his hair. You could see his hands shaking from restraining himself. You decided to give him a moment so you just sat down as well and sipped on your drink.

"Thanks for the coke, baby," you whispered eventually.

"You're welcome. The queue was long, sorry 'bout that."

"Oh, no need to be sorry," you caressed his tense arm. "Buck, you're okay?"

"Yeah, um, no," he looked up to meet your gaze and you furrowed your brow. He took your left hand and caressed your knuckles. "We should get married for real."

"I know, baby," you smiled widely, "when you come back to me for good, yes?"

"No, now," he insited all of sudden in a serious tone. "What if I don't come back for good?"

"Oh, don't say that! You've only a few missions left and… And this is supposed to ensure that you come back! God won't let you die when he knows you've a marriage to look forward to!"

"I want you to be safe if I don't come back," he didn't listen to you. "You'll have more privileges as a widow."

"Why are you bringing this up?!" you could feel tears forming in your eyes. "You were the one to tell me to stop thinking about it."

"But that jerk made me realize a thing or two, alright? Shh… Shh…" he cupped your face and kissed you. "Don't you want to be Mrs. Gale Cleven for real, sweetheart?"

"I… I do," you chuckled and nodded.

"God," he sighed and pecked your lips one more time, "thinking of you wearing my surname makes me dizzy more than any turbulence I've ever had to deal with."

"Just you wait and see, Major," you laughed through the tears, "being married to me will be the worst turbulence you'll ever experience."

"I hope that's a promise, doll."

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[sturniluvr]

Meet the brother

Jude Bellingham x Leclerc!reader

Charles Leclerc x sister!reader

Lando Norris x platonic!reader (not much)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: slight language, possibly wrongly translated French (I used google translate😭)

requested?: yes/no (here)

summary: McLaren reserve driver Y/N Leclerc, younger sister of the Leclerc brothers, gets her first chance to drive in F1 at the Imola GP and her brother finds out about her secret boyfriend, Real Madrid footballer, Jude Bellingham.

A/N: Hope you like this anon <3

❗️semi proof read❗️

Y/N Leclerc, the youngest Leclerc and current McLaren reserve driver for Oscar Piastri, was about to have her first race in an F1 car. Oscar was out with appendicitis (Carlos who?👀) so she had been brought in, much to some toxic male f1 fans disappointment due to ‘women not belonging in f1’. She stood in her driver room, her bottom half clad in the papaya coloured race suit and top half covered by her fireproofs, nerves taking over her body, despite having won the f2 championship last season and being comforted by her older - and favourite, not that she’d ever admit it - brother the night before.

*flashback*

Y/N was in Charles’ hotel room in Italy, pacing back and forth having just got off the phone with her boss, Zak. He told her that Oscar was unable to race and that she’d have to race in his place.

“Charles, what if I completely fuck it up?!” She shouted, her hands gripped her hair practically ripping it out.

“Y/N, you won’t fuck it up it’ll all be fine okay?” Charles said as he took a seat at the end of the bed, next to his girlfriend Alex, looking over at his distressed sister.

“je suis tellement nerveux (im so nervous)” She muttered, wishing her boyfriend of 3 months, footballer, Jude Bellingham, was here to hug and comfort her.

“tu es un pilote extraordinaire, tout ira bien, chérie (you’re an amazing driver, you’ll be fine sweetheart)” Alex said to the younger girl, Alex made her way over to her sister in law and gave her a quick hug and little Leo made his way over the girls, the mini dachshund wanting attention. Alex picked him up and held him in her arms.

“Y/N will be alright won’t she baby?” Alex whispered in a baby voice at the puppy, him responding in a soft bark and what looked like a little smile on his face as he looked at his human auntie.

“Thank you buddy” Y/N replied, chuckling a little bit at the puppy.

Charles made his way over to his girlfriend and little sister. He took his sister in his arms and rubbed her back in a comforting manner.

“Y/N je te promets que tout ira bien, je serai sur la piste avec toi et dans le paddock toute la journée si tu as besoin de moi Y/N/N, tu es champion de F2 pour une raison (Y/N i promise you will be fine, ill be on the track with you and in the paddock all day if you need me Y/N/N, you’re f2 champion for a reason)” Charles whispered to the Y/H/C girl and she nodded in her brothers arms.

She thanked the couple for calming her down slightly and left their hotel room and made her way to her own room and got ready for bed.

*end of flashback*

She’s brought out of her own world by the sound of a knock on her driver room door. She opens the door to find Lando who she’s known for a couple years and he’s been super supportive towards her, he’s almost like another brother to her.

“Hey kiddo, you alright?” He asked the younger woman as he walks into the driver room and sat down on the sofa.

“Hey Lando, yeah just a bit nervous that’s all” she replied to the curly haired driver “would be easier if Jude was here aswel” she added on. Lando nodded in understanding, he was one of the few people who knew about her and Jude and Y/N made Lando promise not to tell any of her brothers until she knew how to tell them.

“Why don’t you just try and give him a quick ring or something before we go on the track, we’ve still got at least an hour” Lando suggested, pointing to her phone that laid on the sofa next to him.

“Yeah I’ll give him a call, see if he answers” Y/N responds. Lando gave the younger woman a quick hug before he made his way out of her driver room to do his own thing before the race.

Y/N picked her phone up and unlocked it. She pressed on the contact for her loving boyfriend and pressed the FaceTime button, praying he’d answer. Much to the drivers dismay, he didn’t pick up, but he almost immediately sent her a message as to why he couldn’t pick up.

she put her phone back on the sofa and finished getting ready for the race.

Little did she know, Jude wasn’t actually at training, he was currently flying from Madrid to Italy to surprise her. He had planned it with lando last minute and he couldn’t wait to see his girl.

*time skip to the race*

Y/N was currently p6 just behind lando with a few laps to go, Max Verstappen in the lead as per usual and Charles was just behind checo in p4.

While Y/N was on the track, Jude was currently stood in the McLaren garage watching the race, his brown eyes focused on her car. The drivers had just finished the final lap and he was beaming with pride and happiness for his girl, he never had a single doubt about her.

“Y/N congratulations on your first f1 race! That’s p6, p6!” Y/N heard her race engineer, Lauren, speak through her ear piece, Y/N let out a little cheer and replied “thank you, we did great” to which Lauren agreed and Y/N drove her car over to parc fermé (a/n: I think that’s how it happens I’m not 100% sure😅) and she got out the car and made her way over Lando who had just got out of his car he gave her a quick well done hug.

“You did great kid” he complimented the woman next to him.

“You did great too lan” she replied as she reciprocated the hug.

The pair made their way over to the garage where they were met with words of congratulations and pats on the back. Andrea made his way over to the drivers with a pleased look on his face. He spoke with Lando first and after they finished talking, Lando leaves the conversation and makes his way to his driver room to freshen up. Andrea turned his focus onto the female in front of him.

“Well done Y/N you had an amazing race you should be proud of yourself, we all are, me and Zak especially” the older man praised with a smile on his face that the young driver copied.

“Thank you, it’s a pleasure to race for McLaren and I’m proud of myself too” she replied, smiling at Andrea.

“Good you should be. Now, go to your driver room, there may or may not be something waiting for you” Andrea spoke cryptically. She nodded slightly, a bit confused and she made her way to her driver room.

She opened the door and the sight before her made her smile grow even bigger. Her boyfriend stood there with a giant smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers for her. She immediately ran to him and threw her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Jude! What are you doing here? You said you had training” Y/N asked the footballer, her words muffled in his neck.

“I never had training today silly, I was allowed to have it off so I could come see you. You did amazing baby I’m so proud of you!” He grinned down at his girlfriend. She took the flowers from him and thanked him by pressing a loving kiss to his lips which he reciprocated.

They got interrupted by a knock on her door and the sound of her brothers voice.

“Y/N are you in here? Lando told me you would be” Charles said as he opened the door, only to be met with the sight of his little sister with a man he didn’t recognise and his sister placing a bouquet of flowers on the sofa.

“Y/N qui est-ce? (Y/N who is this?)” Charles asked, confusion evident on the Monegasques face.

“avant de répondre, s'il te plaît, ne le dis pas à Arthur ou Lorenzo et reste calme (before I answer, please do not tell Arthur or Lorenzo and stay calm)” the girl replied. Charles hesitantly nodded before signalling for her to carry on talking.

“Charles, this is Jude, my boyfriend, Jude this is one of my older brothers, Charles” Y/N introduced them to one another.

“You have more older brothers?!” Jude asked, freaked out, Y/N let out a little laugh at her boyfriend.

“Jude, they’re fine, they’re all bark no bite, especially Charles here. He’s a big softie” she teased, looking at her older brother, who was currently staring at Jude suspiciously.

“What are your intentions with Y/N here?” Charles asked as he loosely wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, she rolled her eyes slightly at his protective nature.

“Charles, I promise I have every good intention, I would never hurt her, I flew out from Madrid just to watch her first f1 race. I love her.” Jude replied to Charles. Charles stared at him suspiciously, then took his arm from around Y/N’s shoulder, and smiled at Jude as he held his hand out to him, which Jude shook as he smiled back at Charles, feeling relief take over his body. The boys let the handshake go as Charles spoke

“Welcome to the family buddy, just know Arthur and Lorenzo will try and interrogate you, dont let them scare you they’re all bark and no bite like she said” Charles stated with a little chuckle “we’re just protective of Y/N, even more so since our father passed.” Charles added on.

“That’s understandable, I’d be protective too if I had a little sister.” Jude replied.

“Do you have any siblings?” Charles asked the taller man. Y/N stood looking amused at the height difference between her boyfriend and brother as the boys conversed.

“One younger brother that’s it” Jude replied to Charles. Suddenly, Charles’ eyes filled with mischief as he whispered to jude, but still loud enough for Y/N to still hear what he’s saying.

“When Y/N was younger, she came running to me crying because she crus-“ he got cut off by his sister’s hand slapping over his mouth to stop him from finishing the embarrassing story.

“Don’t even think about telling him that story Charles” she warned Charles, half joking half serious, it was a pretty embarrassing moment of her life from when she was 5 years old and cried over accidentally crushing a snail. The boys just laughed at her flushed cheeks.

“I’m going to have a quick shower, you two can wait in here if you want. No more story telling Leclerc!” Y/N pointed at her brother, the trio laughing, knowing that as soon as she was in the bathroom and couldn’t hear them, he will finish the story he was telling Jude before she stopped him.

“We’ll wait here babe, Get to know eachother” Jude replied to his girlfriend, she nodded and made her way into the small bathroom in her driver room and she closed the door behind her and smiled as she heard two of her favourite men getting along and laughing together. She turned on the shower and got herself ready to hop in the shower before going back to the hotel for the night.

[yoitsjay]

Hi!! I saw you were wanting some writing requests 👀 Talk Too Much by COIN is such a Tech song for me and maybe fem!reader gets shut up by Tech kissing her instead of the other way around for once since he’s usually the one adorably info dumping.

I can finally spew out my hyper fixation and get it off my chest? You bless me.

Talk x3

Pairings: Tech x f! Reader

Summary: your info dumping your most recent hyperfixation on Tech, and all he can think about is the way your lips move and how badly he wants to kiss them... so he does.

Warnings: fluff, kisses.

Word count: 858

“Did you know there are approximately 140,000 types of mushrooms spread over the whole galaxy? and mushrooms aren't plants or animals, they are their own species. And it includes yeast, mildew and rust-”

“Fungi are genetically closer to humans than they are plants, which is good and bad- mushrooms could adapt to our body temperature and we could become some freaky mushroom zombies-”

-

The bad batch wasn't too sure how long you had been rambling for, all Hunter did was ask you what you were researching and now- maybe hours later- you were still talking about mushrooms which was what you were studying.

You were a scientific researcher for the republic and often needed to travel a lot, which is where you met the bad batch. They traveled a lot too so you ended up joining them and helping them with the more technical stuff, which brought you and a certain bad batcher close together.

But currently Tech was not on the Marauder to listen to your rants rather than the others, he was getting rations and other medical supplies with Wrecker. Lucky Wrecker… you would have gone with him if you weren’t fixated on your work, though now it was completely discarded as you just continued blabbering on.

Hunter sat in front of you, trying to remain professional as he tried to listen to at least some things you were saying, though Crosshair managed to slip away and run to his bunk, where he used the emergency code and called Tech, who picked up right away.

“What happened? you used the emergency channel, is Y/n okay?” Tech asked immediately, not even knowing who was the one calling him. “Relax Tech, we need you back here, Y/n wont stop talking.” Crosshair grumbled, and Tech was silent for a few moments, though Wrecker was muttering something in the background.

“She is ranting about mushrooms again?” Tech asked, and Crosshair deadpanned. “Again? how much does she do this to you?” Crosshair asked, hearing his brother's light chuckle. “A lot, though she listens to my information dumps in return.” He stated, then sighed. “We are retrieving the last of the supplies, then we will be on our way. Just pretend to listen, she will not notice.” Tech explained and then hung up the call.

Crosshair groaned, you were going to be the death of him and Hunter.

-

It only took a half hour for Tech and Wrecker to get back, and when they entered the ship you were still engrossed in conversation with Crosshair and Hunter, though Cross was slumped over with his head in his hands, and Hunter just looked stressed as he listened to you. Wrecker took the supplies to the supply closet on the Marauder, and Tech made his way over to you, tapping Hunter’s and Crosshair's shoulder, and they almost immediately got up and went to either sleep, or do something else entirely.

Though when you noticed they had left, and that Tech was sitting there instead, you had practically beamed. “Hi Tech? Where did Hunter and Cross go? i was just telling them about how any type of fungi allow trees to communicate with each other, and that-”

Tech leaned forward, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours. A soft gasp was the only thing that left said lips as you tensed up for a moment, then relaxed into the man in front of him. Just as he went to pull away you leaned forward, sliding one of your hands into his hair, the other grasping his thigh as you chased the first kiss, and went in for the second.

Crosshair and Hunter sighed in relief from a distance, Crosshair flicked his toothpick between his teeth then tossed it onto the ground. “That’s one way to shut her up.” He muttered, getting nudged by Hunter. “She gets excited, I'm sure she'd listen to you rant on about sniper specifics.” Hunter huffed, walking into the bunk rooms as Crosshair rolled his eyes, then followed suit.

You pulled away from the kiss after a few minutes, staring into Tech’s eyes before you smiled. “Sorry.” you muttered, having now realized that you were definitely talking the other boys to death with mushroom facts. Tech chuckled lightly. “It's okay, serad, they understand you get excited��� they did grow up with me after all.” Tech joked a bit, which made you smile.

“When are you going to finish these studies?” He asked, and you hummed, grabbing your datapad as you tapped it a few times, then hummed again. “I should be finished in a few days, then I move on to something I've been really excited for. But I have to get this done before I lose interest and don't finish at all.” You chuckled, Tech hummed in agreement. “Well, I will help you.” He stated, moving to sit beside you now at the terminal you were at.

You smiled at him, and leaned against his shoulder before pulling him into another, gentle kiss, which he was more than happy to reciprocate.

“Let’s get to work then, these mushrooms won’t fact check themselves!”

➺

Tech tag:

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@only-my-unexistent-fiances

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@moomoog017

[forever-rogue]

okay i got one for you 👀 joel and reader dancing in their kitchen to old records and ellie seeing them and teasing them then they all dance together and spend the night in

AN | How about a little found family fluff?Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It wasn't often that you got some time alone with Joel. Sometimes it felt more you were passing ships in the night…or always surrounded by someone. 

But this afternoon it happened to be just the two of you, not a single other person. It was almost too quiet. Which you’d complain about, if it hadn’t been for Joel’s soft snores sounding throughout the space. He was exhausted and you couldn’t blame him for taking advantage of a mid-afternoon nap on the rare occasion that it presented itself.

You were half tempted to join him in bed, but thought better of it, knowing that absolutely nothing would get down if both of you were napping. And there was always something to do. 

You peeked in on him, smiling when you noticed how he starfished all over the bed…he always was a bed hog, even if he denied it. His hair was a mess, mouth open slightly but for once he looked relaxed and comfortable. It was a rare sight to see, but you loved it so much. Popping into the room, you brushed a few rogue locks of hair out of his face before pressing a kiss to his cheek. He made a small sound, but didn’t stir further.

You changed into some comfier clothes, sliding on a pair of shorts and an old shirt of Joel’s before padding into the kitchen to clean everything up. It wasn’t your favorite thing in the world, but you like the bit of normalcy it brought to life. Although you supposed that this, the current messy statement of the world, was normal now. It had been over twenty years and you’d stopped holding your breath for things to return to how they were. All you could do was make the best of it…Joel and Ellie helped a lot with that. You had no clue where you’d be without them.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A few hours had passed and you’d gotten the space all neat and clean and were rummaging through the fridge for what to make for dinner. 

That was until you felt a strong, familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist. You yelped softly  as he pulled you against his warm body and laughed, causing the sound to reverberate through his chest. 

“Joel!” you tried to make it sound like you were reprimanding him, but it felt flat and made him laugh even harder, “you’re a jerk! You could have given me a heart attack.”

“Relax,” he whispered in your ear, voice low and husky, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine. You made a small sound as you became more pliable in his grasp, feeling like putty as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “maybe you should be more careful - listen better. Never know what or who could sneak up on you.”

“There’s no one or anything I’m typically on the lookout for,” you turned around so you were facing him, a pout on your lips. Joel was tempted to kiss it away, “you don’t let me go outside very often.”

“That is for your-”

“Safety,” you mocked, but there was nothing but reverent fondness lacing your tone, “I know, you worrywart.”

His expression was hard as he studied in silence for a few moments and you wondered if you’d done something wrong. But before you could ask, his face softened and he leaned in to pepper kisses across your face, which only caused you to giggle, the feeling of his beard tickling your skin. You felt his hand brush against yours, and took his hand, threading your fingers through his, “Joel.”

“C’mon,” he tugged on your hand gently, and started to back up towards the bedroom. You didn’t move for a moment and instead shook your head, both of you knowing that it wouldn’t take much for you to comply with him, “baby. You’re killing me here.”

“Dramatic much?” you snorted in amusement but gave in, letting him tug you along, “what would you ever do without me, Joel Miller?”

“Suffer,” he sounded so sure that you shook your head in amusement, “you don’t want me to suffer, right?”

“I dunno…”

“Alright, alright,” he huffed, gently nudging you onto the bed, “that’s enough out of you.”

You made yourself comfortable on the soft sheets that still smelled like him, that were still warm from him. You sighed softly as you looked at him, squealing as he perched himself over you, caging you in between his arms as he dipped his head down to kiss you. Okay, this wasn’t too bad at all. 

Joel kissed you until you were both soft smiled and wild eyed. You put your hand on his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek as you looked at him sweetly. It was almost too much for him to bear; to feel so safe and loved. 

“What are you thinking?” he closed his eyes as he leaned into your touch, turning his face so he could press a kiss to your palm. 

“Thinking about you should stay in bed with me-”

“What about - “

“It can wait,” he insisted quietly as you beamed at him. Honestly? You would never say no to him, “stay with me. Just for a little while…who knows when we’ll get the chance again?”

“Okay,” you pulled him back to your lips, “you’ve convinced me.”

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It was dusk by the time you’d stirred from slumber, still tangled up with Joel. You were curled into his body, his arm lazily draped over your waist and legs tangled together. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you stared outside the window at the pretty pinks and lavenders on the horizon. You cherished moments like these; the quiet, still ones that didn’t involve anything other than just being. It was a rarity these days.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered, dragging his lips along your shoulder. You hadn’t even realized he was awake. You were about saying something deep and sweet but then your stomach rumbled loudly throughout the otherwise quiet room.

“Thinking about how hungry I am and how it’s time to make dinner,” you laughed, the sound going straight to his heart as you pulled out of his grip. You grabbed your (his) shirt off the floor and slipped it back on as he lightly groaned, frowning at you, “calm down - it’s not like you’ll never see me shirtless again!”

“But I’d enjoy it now…”

“The sooner you help me make dinner, the sooner we can get back to bed-”

He was at your side before you could even finish what you were saying, which just caused you to laugh. His hands found purchase on your hips as he steered you towards the small kitchen. But before you could get to cooking anything he stopped you for a moment, “I have something for you.”

“What?” you asked in surprise and he nodded eagerly, “Joel, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know,” he trapezed towards the closet, digging through it for a few minutes before pulling something out and holding it up to you triumphantly, “ta da.”

You looked between him and the object he was holding for a few moments, heart constricted with affection. You felt the familiar sting of tears at the back of your eyes as you looked at the man you loved. Joel’s expression wavered for a moment, unsure of how to handle your reaction. 

“Joel,” his name caught in your throat as you took a few steps closer, “a record player?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his cheeks warming up at the tender look of affection on your face, “you mentioned that you’d always wanted one…”

“I mentioned that like once,��� you exhaled softly as he set the player down on the table. You brushed your fingers along the top, admiring it with soft eyes, “a long time ago. You remembered.”

“I remember a lot,” he shrugged it off like it was no big deal, “and I like you a lot. So, here we are.”

“Just like, huh?”

“Well, you know,” he pulled you into a hug that you happily returned as you buried your face into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him, “like to an extreme. Love. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you pulled back and leaned up to kiss his cheek. You had tears in your eyes and he tenderly brushed them away with his thumb, “thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he insisted with a gentle bop to the tip of your nose, “now we can make good use of those vinyls you like to collect.”

“I knew they’d come in handy for a reason!”

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The two of you were sitting around the table, finishing off the last bits of dinner, stuffed but happy. So happy. You practically couldn’t keep the grin off your face as the two of you talked about anything and everything that crossed your minds. 

After a while, you grabbed the dirty dishes and cleared them off before putting them into the sink. Realistically, you probably should have washed and put them away, but you didn’t want to. Not tonight - that was a tomorrow problem. 

You’d heard Joel get up, but what you hadn’t heard was him grabbing a record and setting it up on the player. Not until you heard soft music flowing freely into the room. You made a small sound of surprise before turning around to find him standing there with a smile on his face and holding his hand out to you. You laughed softly, a fresh wave of emotion washing over you as you took his hand. 

“May I have this dance?” you bit your bottom lip between your teeth - a sight Joel was sure would kill him one - but nodded softly. How could you ever say not to him? You couldn’t. You’d known that for a long time.

“You may,” he took your smaller hand in his, the other hand settled on your waist as he started to sway with you to the music. He’d picked an older album, songs that were old when you were young, but that were soft and romantic. He might have been rough around the edges, but once you managed to break his walls down slowly, you realized he was a soft hearted, kind, gentle man. You were just glad he’d chosen you to give his heart to. 

You pressed yourself to him, resting your chin on his shoulder. His arms might have been your favorite place in the world - everything just felt so right with him. 

“You’re a real romantic,” you smiled sweetly at him and he didn’t even have it in his heart to tease you. Instead a deep rosy flush started to settle in his cheeks as he offered you a shy nod.

“It’s not like I can really take you on a date,” he sounded disappointed in that but you shook your head. Nothing really mattered, not when you had him, “so this while have to do for now.”

“Anything with you is perfect,” you insisted softly, “whether or not you believe it.”

“And I’m the romantic?” he tutted softly as you pretended to scowl at him, “baby.”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me,” you laughed, but neither of you loosened your grips. You would have been content to stay like this forever.

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It was getting late into the evening and the two of you were still listening to music, but you’d switched to something more upbeat. You were dancing around like fools, eating dessert in between stolen kisses and sweet touches. You were having so much fun that you almost hadn’t heard the knock at the door. 

You were about to open it when Ellie let herself in, her eyes widening in surprise at the two of you. You were both disheveled and bright eyed, drunk on laughter and kisses. 

“Hey Ellie Bean,” you grinned and wrapped her into a hug before she could say anything else. She looked between both of you before reaching for a piece of chocolate and popping into her mouth, “what’s up, sweetheart?”

“Nothing much,” she made a small sound of excitement at seeing the record player. It might have been vintage to you, but to her, a girl born into this reality, it was a whole other world, “wanted to see what you two were up to. I had a feeling you’d stashed all the candy away when I couldn’t find it anymore!”

“Had to save it for a rainy day,” you grinned as you held out your hand to her. She looked at it with a raised eyebrow for a moment before shaking her head with a huff of laughter and taking it, “now that you’re here, you can dance with us!”

“It’s not a rainy day,” despite her best efforts, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face, “and you two have officially lost it!”

“Let loose kid,” Joel took her hands and swung around with her and your eyes lit up with happiness at the two of them. There was no one you loved more in the world than these two people - your family. She was laughing, a sound that suited her beautifully as the two of them danced around like fools, “it’s okay to have fun sometimes, you know.”

“Oh?” she looked at him with both eyebrows raised high, “you might want to keep that in mind too.”

“You both should,” you cut in and took one of each of their hands, “we all should!”

“Fine,” they both murmured at the same time, such a father and daughter duo. 

You stopped for a moment, looking at both of them with a fervent intensity and feeling your heart swell happily. You gently took Ellie’s face in your hands before pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I love you, Ellie Bean.”

You turned to Joel before repeating the gesture, “and I love you too, Joel.”

“Fine, fine, fine,” she pretended to wave you off but you could see the smile on her face, “can we stop being sappy and get some more chocolate?”

“Only if you’re willing to fully commit to this dance party.”

“Deal,” both of them echoed as you looked between them in sheer amusement. 

“I’m in,” Ellie grinned. 

“I’m in,” Joel sighed, but it was a fond sound.

“Me too,” you promised them, “all in always.”

[esmerulia-chantelle]

Pretty Blue Eyes

Azul Ashengrotto x F!Reader

Summary: You suddenly got transported to Twisted Wonderland and awakened to a set of pretty blue eyes.

Notes: Reader is not Yuu.

A/N: This was inspired from the song "They Don't Know" by Ariana Grande. I changed some part of the lyrics to fit the theme 🤭 Also, I mentioned something about a zing here. If you know, you know 👀 But if you don't it's from the animated movie "Hotel Transylvania" hehe~

A repost from my old blog @escha-evenstar. Edited.

I woke up with all this sunlight~

Ain't got time to listen to any shade~

You sang to yourself as you strolled along the the shoreline of the beach. It was past noon, with the rays of the sun casting a bright light and the sea shimmering with the waves.

Wind in my pony, top-down, alright~

Ain't got time to let them darken my day~

You felt the breeze cool your body against the heat of the sun, and your hair dancing with the wind, as you continued singing your heart away.

So light the fireworks~

Sing like no one's heard~

Dance, it's us against the world~

The weather was great. There weren't any important matters to attend to. It was just you and the serenity of the beach. It was a perfect day. You were enjoying your moment of peace when a group of birds flew by.

You reached your hand up, as if it would make you sprout wings and take flight. Yet, it did not happen, for it was nothing more than wishful thinking. You laughed at your own thoughts as you lowered your hand and continued to stare into the ocean, letting out another sigh.

Soon, the sun began to set. You soaked in the view as the vibrant sky changed to a mix of yellow and red, before turning into darker shade of blue and black. As the heavens glittered with the abundant stars, you realized it was time to go. To head back to your reality.

You started to walk away when you stopped, feeling compelled to look back. As if you'd never see the familiar scene again, and so you did. Everything seemed the same for a night view of the beach, except for that one particular star in the sky that shone the brightest you've ever seen. It was really pretty, like the one from your old storybook. Like a wishing star.

Thinking you've got nothing to lose, you then closed your eyes and held your hands in a prayer, before whispering, "I wish to find true love and happiness."

There's nothing wrong with this, right?

A few seconds passed by when you heard the trudging of hooves, and-

...neighing? Were there horses around?

The sound grew louder and when you opened your eyes, you came face to face with a pair of black horses pulling on a black, intricate carriage.

Suddenly, the darkness consumed you.

You felt your consciousness adrift, your body between a state of asleep and awake.

Where.. am I? I was.. just at the beach. The sun had set, the stars.. that was the brightest star I've ever seen. And then.. I wished for something.. and then.. horses. I remember the black horses.. the carriage..

You were trying to make sense of what was happening when you heard muffled voices. Your mind was still hazy and you could only make out a few words.

"....help... fire..."

Fire..? Why is there fire??

"Off with your head!!"

Wait, someone's... going to have their head cut off?! Just what is happening here?!

Your eyes flew open as the upper half of your body jerked forward.

"Ow!" You groaned in pain and rubbed the spot where you hit your head. "Was that a wall or something? And why is it so dark here? I can't see anything."

You tried palpating around your surroundings. In front of you was some sort of hard, barrier. To both of your sides, you felt another wall but it's soft compared to the one in front, like cushions. It was the same with the backside where your body currently rested. It seemed you were in a confined space and it was pitch black.

Oh my gosh. Was I... kidnapped?!

The fearful thought gave you shivers. There people outside seemed to be arguing amongst themselves. You contemplated on what to do when you heard a familiar voice.

"It isn't mine! I've never seen that creature before in my life!"

Yuu?! If Yuu is here, then that means..

"YUU!!" You screamed with all your might and bashed your hands against whatever trapped you to make some noise, hoping to be heard. "YUU, IT'S ME, Y/N! I'M TRAPPED!! PLEASE HELP ME!!"

"Y/N?! Y/N, where are you?!" Your friend Yuu asked worriedly, searching around for you.

You felt relieved that they heard you. There were other voices in the background, but it didn't matter. What mattered was your friend was there.

"I'm here! Wherever here is!" You continued to shout and make noises, thrashing against the material. "Are you okay there outside? I don't know what's hap-" You tried to use your whole body to push against the barricade when it burst open, flooding the darkness that enclosed you with light, and making you fall.

Was I off the ground?!

The sudden brightness made you shut your eyes close as you screamed at the fear of crashing onto the ground. But it never came. Something was holding you. Or.. was it someone?

You opened your eyes slowly, before widening in surprise. A handsome face greeted you, framed by short, light gray hair and some strands twirling on his left side. A beauty mark rested near his lip, also on the left side. But what really caught you in surprise lied behind a pair of glasses perched on his nose - his eyes.

You gazed at the most mesmerizing shade of blue eyes you have ever seen. Eyes that mirrored his soul, showing and hiding so many emotions. It was like the ocean. Turbulent and serene at the same time. One you wouldn't mind drowning yourself into.

Suddenly, there was a click. A zing.

Thump. Thump.

A feeling came up, and everything felt like it was meant to be. Your heart throbbed so fast. Your face flushed with warmth and tinged pink. Your mind in sync with your heart, singing-

I woke up to pretty blue eyes~

Such a lovely, gorgeous ocean shade~

It felt like you were in a bubble space. Only the two of you existed. Full of warmth. Heart-tingling. So magic-

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Even his voice is so cool and suave.

"Oh- Ah! Uhmm.. yes?" Your nerves were getting the best of you.

"You're.. not sure?" He raised an eyebrow at your response.

"Yes! I mean, no! I mean.. uhmm.. yes! Yes, I'm alright! Positive! I'm sure! I'm fine!" You fumbled with your words.

Oh my gosh. I just keep embarrassing myself.

He let out a chuckle, clearly amused with your answer. "If you say so. Do you think you can stand? Shall I let you down, now?" The young man was still holding you in his arms.

"Oh! Yes, yes of course," you said, still feeling flustered.

He slowly set you down on the ground, checking if you could stand by yourself, before letting go.

"Uhmm.. thank you, by the way," you said softly with a gentle smile.

"Well, I couldn't just let you fall to the ground so I just did what any gentleman would," he said modestly. You opened your mouth, wanting to speak more with him, when a voice interjected.

"Y/N!!"

You turned your head immediately to where the voice came from, and saw your friend rushing to you, stopping at your side.

"Yuu! You're here!" You stepped towards your friend and gave them a quick hug. "You're okay!"

"I should be the one saying that! You falling out from up there gave me quite a scare, you know? I'm glad you're alright, though," they sighed, relieved.

"Well, this is most unusual!" A man wearing a half-mask that appears to be a raven came to view. "First, a magicless person was summoned here. Then, a beast unceremoniously strutted in spewing fire everywhere, and now, though I do not mean to be rude but, a young female? To Night Raven College?"

What's with the stress on female? Also, Night Raven College? So, this was actually a school?

"Might I ask if you remember anything prior to arriving here?" He carried on.

You briefly described what you recalled. One minute you were at the beach. The next, you saw the horses with the black carriage. And then you awoke.. here.

To pretty blue eyes.

"And seeing as you two are well acquainted, I assume you come from the same world as this young man?" He said referring to your friend Yuu.

You nodded at his question.

"So now, we have not one, but two magicless people summoned by the dark mirror! This is quite a predicament. Throughout all the years I facilitated this school as Headmaster, the mirror has never erred. Not once!"

"She is different," a deep voice boomed, coming from the strange mirror at the center of the room. "I sense an aura. But it is... ever changing. She is suitable, and at the same time, not suitable, to any dorm. She is.. unique."

"Are you saying she possesses magic?" The person with the mask inquired, to which the magic mirror agreed to.

What? Magic?

"I'm sorry. I'm confused. What magic are you exactly talking about? Like, in the movies? In TV shows?" You said bewildered.

The Headmaster closed his eyes, face held by his fingers in a thinking pose. "Hmmm.. This will be a long discussion. But fret not!" He opened his eyes and mustered a smile. "Since I am such a kind-hearted and generous Headmaster, the three of us shall figure this out! In the meantime, Housewardens! Please escort your new students to your respective dorms."

You hear a number of responses before people started dispersing out of the room by faction. Your eye caught sight of your mysterious savior leading his group of students.

So he's a Housewarden? I don't know what that is exactly, but he seems to be like a leader of some sort? Well, he does have that charismatic and powerful aura. He must be very impressive to get that position.

...oh my gosh. I just embarrassed myself in front of someone like him. I didn't even give him a proper thank you! I should find him later.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your thoughts. "Y/N? Are you okay? You look pretty dazed."

"Oh! Hehe. I'm fine, sorry for zoning out. I was just.. thinking! A bit overwhelmed, I guess," you reasoned out, chuckling nervously.

The masked person, who you now know as Headmaster Crowley, then led you and your companion somewhere else to discuss about your current situation. As you followed in their steps, your mind keeps reeling back to a certain someone.

Just a peek. Maybe he's still there?

You looked back. And sure enough, he was still there. Gazing back at you.

And the feeling was there again.

Thump. Thump.

"Y/N, come on. You might get lost."

You teared your eyes off of your captivating savior with the blue eyes, the warmth settling on your cheeks again. "Coming!" You said as you jogged after Yuu to catch up to his pace, mind still preoccupied.

Do I.. was that.. love at first sight?! No. It couldn't be, right? A crush, maybe? So.. does that make it a.. crush at first sight?

You definitely had a lot to think about. So much for a perfect day.

Somewhere else, after dormitory orientation..

"Hehehe~ You seem to be lost in your thoughts, Azul. Whatchu thinking about? Or rather, who are you thinking about? Is it the new girl? Are you that interested in her? Do you like her that much~? You do keep looking back at her," Remarked teasingly by a tall, teal-haired person with a black strand on his right side, who was sitting in a chill, laid-back manner.

"What are you talking about? I was thinking about tomorrow's agenda. And.. I was only making sure she was alright. I'm sure she must still be in shock, especially coming in from another world. As Housewarden of Octavinelle, I was just being a benevolent man. That's all," The boy with the blue eyes, named Azul, rebutted. Lips frowned in annoyance as he put down his paperwork to glare at the person.

"Azul is right. As Housewarden of the dorm founded on the spirit of benevolence, I am sure he was just aiding the lovely girl," said another teal-haired person, the black strand located on his left side. "Though, I can't say the same for his.. love at first sight moment." A teasing grin etched on his face.

"Not you too, Jade!" Azul said agitated, shifting his glare to the other person standing by his desk. However, Azul couldn't hide the reddening on the tips of his ears.

"Hahahaha! Look at him Jade!" Floyd laughed, as did his look-alike. The two obviously entertained.

"Enough of this! We should focus on other matters," Azul declared. "It's only the begining of the school year, but we have a lot of work to do." Azul's tone of voice changed, from flustered and annoyed, to one with brimming with power, smirking with confidence. His cerulean eyes, ever so sharp and calculating, darkened a shade with greed. "You know what to do."

The twins gave a menacing grin before responding, "Yes, boss."

You finally get to rest after the whole fiasco of being transported to another world called Twisted Wonderland. Yuu was sleeping in another room together with Grim, the dire beast that blew fire at the ceremony earlier (who was now staying with the two of you), leaving you alone with your thoughts.

So we're in Night Raven College, an all-boy's school for the magically gifted. Apparently, I have magic as said by the Dark Mirror, though I don't feel like I do. Then there are seven unique dorms, each with their own Housewarden.

...and pretty blue eyes is Housewarden here.

Thump. Thump.

You keep replaying the scene in your head.

I woke up to pretty blue eyes~

Such a lovely, gorgeous ocean shade~

The way his blue eyes looked at you, and only you.

Strong arms that held me so I'm alright~

Holding me close, so I don't go away~

The feeling of his arms holding you firmly so you don't fall down.

So light, the fireworks~

Sing, 'cause I met you~

Dance, 'cause I'm here in your world~

You covered your face with pillow, squealing.

Aahhhh!! Stop it!! I'm supposed to be sleeping right now!!

"But I didn't even get his name," you sighed before an idea came to you. "Ah! Then I'm going to look for him tomorrow! Assuming we're still stuck here, that is."

But with pretty blue eyes around, maybe you didn't mind being stuck there.

I guess I wouldn't mind staying here with you for a while.

In another room in a different dorm..

Azul lied on his bed with his eyes closed yet his mind was awake. He couldn't sleep. He tried to think of anything else. School. The lounge. His schemes plans. Anything else, but you.

Because he couldn't get you out of his head.

When Azul saw your body falling, he could have used magic to stop you. Just a mere simple spell. Instead, his body moved faster than his brain and caught you with his own arms. When you opened your eyes and your gaze met his, something inside of him clicked. Like a zing.

Thump. Thump.

Azul felt like he did the right choice. He did the right thing. And it felt so right to hold you close in his arms. Staring at your beautiful pair of eyes.

The most gorgeous, definitely.

Your eyes held so many wonders. So many beautiful things. He wanted to know everything there is about you. Then he recalled your melodic voice muttering the words—

"...pretty blue eyes~"

He was lucky he was wearing his hood. Otherwise, the entire school might have seen the blush adorning his cheeks and ears. Azul sighs in frustration. Just remembering it was enough to get him flustered.

Thump. Thump.

Azul scolded himself.

Focus! I need to sleep!

It was a troublesome opening ceremony. Very different from how he envisioned his first ceremony as Housewarden. The Dark Mirror summoning a magicless human from another world. The gray cat with blue flames that came out of nowhere. And then, there was you.

You, who he has yet to unravel.

The one they called Y/N.

"Y/N, huh?"

Your name easily came out of Azul's lips. So smooth and sweet, like honey.

...such a pretty name.

Azul pauses, pondering for a moment, before the corner of his lips moved upward diagonally, a smile visible on his face.

I suppose I wouldn't mind having you around.

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i see a prompt request 👀 what about “stop trying to help me it’s just hurting you” with feral reader… maybe joel is the one helping her with the adjustment to settlement life in wyoming? or they’re out on a run and she gets hurt? anything tbh you decide

Yesssss I am all for this one. I had some downtime and managed to write this so fast. So have some angst and maybe some lore and both of them fighting lol

Left Behind Joel Miller x f!Reader/OFC The Last of Us 2.5k Words (3rd POV) (Lots of callbacks to Monsters but not necessary to read first. Feral Reader's name is used sparingly so yes, she's technically more an OFC as you get lore in this one) Summary: Settling into life in Jackson wasn't going so easily and Joel is hit with the possibility she may not be welcomed to stay.

“Joel, she’s trouble, man,” Tommy ran a hand through his hand exasperatedly, pacing the hard packed ground in front of both their homes, “I know shit was rough out there. Hell, the three of you were practically hissing at everyone when you came through that first time, but it’s been a couple months. She’s scaring half the town and you’re scaring the other half acting like her goddamn guard dog.”

The older Miller brother clenched his jaw, hands on his hips and trying not to show how much his split open knuckles smarted, “I wouldn’t have to if those assholes would stop treating her like a fucking pariah or giving her shit every time she tries to stand up for herself.” “You have got to admit it’s not exactly like she’s giving them much reason not to act that way,” Tommy sighed and spread his hands pleadingly, “She threatened to stab Johnny at the lumberyard through his hand for looking at her weird, not to mention I’ve already had to take her off patrol duty with anyone but you after she beat Grant-” “That boy learned the hard way to keep his hands to himself,” Joel cut him off.

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, before glancing back at his house where his very pregnant wife currently was, “Brother, I can’t have her acting this way. I get it’s not perfect here, but we can’t have trouble like this. Maria…she’s already considering that if Red doesn't get her shit together she may not be welcome to stay.” Silence fell between the two, boiling and tense. He didn’t have to even look up to know the look on his older brother’s face at his words, could feel it as if flames were on his skin. It was like lighting a match around gasoline, waiting for the whole thing to ignite. He knew that as much as his brother cared about the young girl in his charge, he also cared about the woman that came along with them. And when Joel Miller cared about something, he’d go through hell for them. “That’s not gonna happen,” Joel bit out harshly, snarling. His irises had darkened to almost black, the hints of hazel swallowed almost entirely. His body was tight, a wire begging to snap. But the younger of the two could only shake his head, feeling lost and unable to comprehend what to do. Torn between the home he had helped create and protect, his wife who had the weight of the community on her shoulders while preparing to give birth to his first kid, and his brother’s protectiveness over the rough woman currently inside the house. “Just get it sorted. Talk to her. My hands are tied, I can only do so much,” Tommy sighed, turning and heading back across the lot to his own home and life. Joel didn’t watch him leave. His eyes were trained on the ground, blood roaring in his ears as he replayed the words over and over again. They were considering kicking Red out. He’d dragged her all over the country, to Wyoming then Colorado and Salt Lake and back to Jackson, forcing her to settle down only for her to get kicked out. He knew she was having a hard time. She’d never stayed in a QZ, had stayed out in the world too long alone or with the wrong people and didn’t know how to deal with a community like this. Normal people who didn’t have to tear each other apart for scraps. While he and Ellie didn’t have the smoothest transition and were still rough around the edges, they’d managed while the woman had hit wall after wall. She was defensive, quick to react and bare her teeth. It was fine out beyond the gates but inside Jackson where everyone was trying to find a new normal it had caused issues. One of the steel workers was Grant’s brother and hadn’t taken kindly to her beating the shit out of him. He had refused to give her some parts they needed for the house and then called her a bitch when she’d slapped his payment down and went to snatch the items. But he hadn’t registered Joel around the corner listening and before they all knew it his fist was flying into the man’s face. He’d have done more if Tommy hadn’t broken them up. But his brother was right and she did have a reputation, had scared a lot more than half the town. He’d seen the way mothers had pulled their kids away or the looks some of the guardsmen gave her. Ellie had told off more than a few, shouting across the plaza when she’d catch it, defensive. He’d watched Red shrink in the settlement, only fully confident like she usually was outside of Jackson. He’d figure it out. He had to. 

With a deep sigh, he turned and went inside. Ellie had been sent to take care of the errands and get the groceries they both knew Red wouldn’t be able to get. The teenager was understanding and was doing the best she could to help, keeping any complaints to herself or to him when they were alone to not burden the woman. She was as protective of her as he was of both of them. The house was quiet. It was all something he was still getting used to. Having a house again, a home where he didn’t have to worry about getting attacked or FEDRA raids, no more furniture salvaged from garbage dumps and pipes that rattled without a drop of hot water. Jackson made it easy to get comfortable, to feel like it was before the world was ravaged. Easy for him at least. He paused and waited a moment, hearing the almost imperceptible sound of breathing on his good side before he rounded the kitchen counter and looked down. Red sat on the tiled floor, knees pulled up to her chest, head resting back against the cabinet doors. Her face was blank but he’d learned to read the small hints of thoughts on her face. Lips pressed tight, eyes focusing on her nails even as he hovered. She’d heard. He knew she had. “Should I start packing my bag now or wait for Maria to give me the word?” she chewed on her lip, feigning nonchalance. “Neither. You ain’t going nowhere,” Joel bit out with a furrowed brow. She laughed humorlessly, mouth turning into a grimace, “That’s not up to you, Tex.” Those eyes looked up finally, met his, and he could see the resignation there. This wasn’t something she was going to fight if they made her leave. She’d do it and he knew why, knew it was for them, but refused to accept it. “Like hell it ain’t.” “Stop,” abruptly getting to her feet, she hissed at him, “Just stop it. Stop trying to help me. It’s only hurting you and Ellie. You have actual family here, Joel. Flesh and blood family. You could murder someone and they’d still keep you here and Ellie as well, but I’m a liability. To you, to her, to all of them. I get it.” “I don’t give a fuck if you get it, Red,” Joel was angry, getting into her face, “They’re not kicking you out. End of conversation.” “Not end of fucking conversation,” she growled, “I’m not risking yours and Ellie’s only chance at a safe, stable life. If that means I go back out there then so be it.”

“God, you’re so fuckin’ stubborn sometimes,” he all but yelled through his teeth. A laugh tore from her, sharp and loud, her brow raised, “Oh that’s hilarious coming from you.” He wanted to beat his fist through the fucking wall, pick up a glass and shatter it if only to release some of the frustration dealing with her gave him. That damn martyrdom that he hadn’t ever been able to get rid of, scream out of her no matter how many times he told her to stop it. She was so willing to throw herself away for his or Ellie’s sake as if what happened to her didn’t matter and it drove him insane every single time. “You better quit that shit,” Joel ground out between clenched teeth, “That stupid fucking selfless bullshit. For what? As punishment because you lost some people? That…fucking Harry you were with?” He hadn’t ever brought up the name she had mentioned once because he knew what it was like for someone to bring up the past. She hadn’t offered much of her background and he never asked, but there had been small moments. That name had stuck in his brain though, like the little stars tattooed on her collarbone and the “love ya” on her skin in someone else’s handwriting. 

The silence following his words were deafening, all emotion wiped off her face. It was as if someone had scrubbed away anything that made her a person, human, in seconds. 

Then something darker took over and twisted and she smiled, a showing of teeth, and eyes so hollow they seemed like caverns, “Is that what you think? That I’m punishing myself over some boyfriend that died when the world fell apart as if most of the fucking population didn’t also die too? That I’m what? A sad little heartbroken girl pining over some lost love?” A laugh left her lips and it felt like poison, dripping venom. He clenched his fist, anger burning hot, but he knew better than to say anything or approach her when she was like this. Dangerous. Sometimes she was so dangerous he wondered how he had ever thought it was safe to turn his back on her. “That’s real sweet, Tex…I shot him, you know?” she laughed again, not a bit of humor on her face, “Not because he was infected. No. He wasn’t even bit, didn’t have a scratch on him. He was fully alive and healthy before I blew his face right off.” She’d mentioned the man’s name long ago on the road when they’d gotten drunk out. It had slipped out of her covered in pain and regret, Harry and her younger sister, how she'd been barely starting her life when the apocalypse hit. A singer. Ellie had mentioned she had been trying to be a singer and he’d always pictured a bright eyed girl unprepared for what was to come. He had wondered if that death had been what had broken her, guttered her and tore out her soul to the point she lived on instinct only, how that girl had become the hissing creature before him. Now he wasn’t so sure.

Stepping closer to him, he resisted the urge to back away, to show that he was like the rest of them and scared of her too. She almost smiled wider and he knew she was expecting him to, a test almost, “You see we were on a run. Harry, me, and Annie. Spooked some runners so we booked it out of the building because back then I wasn’t much of a fighter, hadn’t learned yet. So I trusted him to keep us safe. Yet, lo and behold, when we get through the front door and I turn around, I see him.” Her words were made of broken glass that cut her apart and made her mouth bleed, devastation and rage coating each one but he didn’t move or try to comfort her lest he got cut too, “Harry had shoved my sister behind so he could get through first then shut the door in her face. I watched them through the glass tear her apart, screaming my name, because I had trusted him to have her back. Instead he got her killed. So I killed him.”

There was no smile then.  He remembers how they met. Ellie had fallen behind while running from scavengers because he hadn’t put her in front of him. It had been Red who had saved her and like a missing puzzle piece, he could see the picture come together. Knowing her now and how it wasn’t normal for her to go out of her way to help strangers, but she’d helped them.

Because Annie had fallen behind once before and she couldn’t save her. Blamed herself for her death.

“It was my fault and I’ll be damned if I ruin both of your chances at staying here where you are safer. Not because of me,” the snarl had left her face, hackles dropping until just the woman was left. Exhausted and a little sad and lost. It’d broken her, he knew that. In the same way Sarah’s death had left him a shell. But he’d kept going for Tommy, Tess, and eventually Ellie.

She hadn’t had anyone until them and now she thought she was putting them at risk.

Joel frowned and stepped forward, their chests almost pressed together, before cupping her face between his hands. His knuckles were bruised and bloody still, but neither of them cared, had never cared about getting blood on the other, “I hate to break it to you, darlin’, but if you think after that I’d still let you go then you’re wrong. I learned my lesson last time we were in Jackson. We stick together. No one’s getting left behind.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, a broken sigh leaving her lips. Her hands came up and gripped his waist, fingers wrapping around his belt tightly like he was a lifeline. Resignation wrapped her entirely in its embrace and he knew the fight had gone out of her, “I…I don’t know how to be around these people. There’s too many of them and they all stare…I’m going to mess up.”

The admission brought a slight smile to his lips, a crack in the defense she had attempted to put between them and a sign that she was giving in, “Well I think as long as you don’t try to maul or kill anyone and maybe limit to punching one or two people a month, that’ll be good enough.”

She huffed exasperatedly, head falling forward and leaning against his chest. His thumb traced her cheek, the other combing through the tangled mess that was her hair. For all she used to gripe at Ellie for taking care of her own, she wasn’t much better. But the strands were still soft and he took advantage of it when he could, feeling her relax against him.

“I’ll talk to Tommy and Maria. You just give yourself time to adjust and try,” Joel murmured, “We’ll figure it out, but you’re not going anywhere.” She nodded against him and at last wrapped her arms fully around his body, sinking into him while he held her tightly back. They both stayed there for a while, arms tight, standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Joel would pull every string, get every ounce of leverage he could get to ensure she stayed. No one was going to take her away from them.

[majimasleftasscheek]

Hihi! Do you have any minedai headcanons? (Idk how to write aAAAAA)

hmmm I had to give this a good think cuz I normally don't obsess about them too much (compared to a certain other pair lmao) but here's what I got 👀

*note! gonna be a mix of silly and more realistic ideas. my interpretation of minedai is pretty unserious

Daigo

genuinely enjoys mine's company, as uptight and neurotic it may be. because daigo was given the chairman position, a lot of people don't respect him other than mine so it's nice to hang out with someone who, despite being overly respectful, is kind to him. he feels a lot at ease with mine, able to be more himself n all that. it's not much but it means a lot to daigo

that said, he totally goes out in his casual clothes when able and is still very goth coded. Mine makes intense but silent notes about every little thing in those outfits and thinks it's very cute when there's little details like tiny skulls n things

likes to do go out spontaneously when he can and takes mine along. mine thinks something like that is way too dangerous for a chairman to be doing but daigo confides that he's not worried if mine is with him (with an ulterior motive to loosen the giant stick up mine's ass to get him to live a little). cue mine choking on his heart

I like the idea of daigo being oblivious to mine's obsessive behavior to an extent. he becomes so used to mine's quirks that he writes it off as oh he's just like that lol. but he's not wholly dumb to it. he'll be lowkey flirty and that's when mine's questions daigo's actions like "why is daigo smiling at me? is he sick? I should call an ambulance..."

genuinely has zero idea what type of things mine likes. tho daigo grew up in a bougie type of life and mine currently lives it, he can assume things like fine arts and fancy shit tho personally he removed himself from that sort of thing as he got older (to avoid being anything even close to his dad lol). comparatively, daigo lives more modestly so gift giving is up to guessing but mine accepts literally anything from him and frankly refuses to give him hints as not to place expectations accidentally

likes to spar with mine and was surprised to see that daigo was decently capable of protecting himself and finds his informal style of fighting very charming. he's seen daigo fight before, but it's a bit of a different intensity when it's just to two of them trying their hardest to impress

has a network of friends/allies like kiryu, kashiwagi, etc that mine keeps a closer than needed eye on. daigo does get frustrated that he has to explain he trusts these people wholly and it's often a point of contention between them

very much likes slow days when they can just chill with each other, however that may be. cuddling is prime even if mine gets mad hot and sweaty so daigo keeps a full body towel handy. it's not unusual for daigo to go out of his way to prod mine for reactions as it's the highlight of his day

Mine

definitely has a shrine dedicated to daigo. for funnies: has weird shit like used napkins, articles of hair, etc just funky stuff someone wildin' would keep. realistically I think he'd be a lil more modest - having photos and baubles, typical normie shrine shit

absolutely has a folder on his phone/computer of "selfies" with him and daigo. most of them are just regular photos you'd find in like newspapers, half of them are blurry as hell, and there's a few he's taken himself but poorly done because he did it under a table or something. and of course there's many photos of just daigo, doing all assortment of things from working hard to hardly working

he's caught by daigo occasionally but mine attributes his behavior to "trying to find better phone signal" as he aims it coincidentally at daigo's spikey heeled boots. even when they're together together, he still does this on the sly

insists on paying for everything whenever they're out but with enough convincing, he'll back down and internally melts when daigo tells him he's just happy to have his company. has a habit tho of "making up" for what he didn't pay for such as ordering lunches n things before daigo can refuse

obvs very violently protective of daigo tho avoids being so in front of him as much as possible. it's very common for someone who's spoken ill of daigo to get their ass beat or thrown into the Tokyo Bay some days later. has a network of people dedicated solely to routing out daigo haters

is often confided to by daigo about the stresses of running the clan and it takes a lot out of mine for him to not be cold and calculating with an answer. has had to learn sometimes people just want someone to listen

at first, mine thought such confiding was some limp dick shit but over time realized that daigo never wanted anything out of such confessions which is unexpected. to have someone be so trusting and vulnerable with him is incredibly valuable

would have "sounds of daigo talking about stuff" recorded and sleeps to it every night. be assured clips of daigo sneezing are in there too

if he was in dead souls, he would be going turbo murder throughout the city just to dent the population of zombies that could even potentially get a whiff of daigo's darkness allure™ cologne. if infected, I imagine he'd have the will to remain loyal cuz the power of simp compels him

[starsomens]

Mother

I would like to request for a Noah x reader where they’re both friends who are pining for each other.

At one point they were talking about Noah’s hand tattoos and one thing led to another, they both realised the size difference between their hands and they both went 👀👀👀👀😳😳😳😳

MY CHILD!

"Honestly, I really want the next album to progress but I'm really glad the meeting was canceled this morning" Nick sighs as he leans back in his chair. They were currently visiting LA again after traveling. You had asked Noah if he was free to catch up for an hour or two like you all used to before their recent tour.

You had Known Nick for basically you're entire life and you were then introduced to Noah around your teen years. Of course you stuck around for their success, new members and their latest hit album and tour. You had even went on the first half of their tour with them.

“ oh yeah, did I tell you that Y/N is coming to visit after so long?” he informed his friend. “ she should be here pretty soon actually.”

“ oh, so are you gonna finally make your move?” Nicks Eyebrows danced at him,

“ come on, it’s just a meet up. We’re just gonna catch up.” Noah couldn’t help but play with his hands at his friend poking fun at him. Truth was you and him kind of had a little thing going on. A lot of people thought that you would’ve ended up together, but no one ever made a move. There were times where one of you was going to confess to the other, but chickened out last minute. Eventually, you both had kind of ignored it, and just kept being friends.

Oh, and he thought you would’ve felt too overwhelmed with his lifestyle and everything that was going on. You wouldn’t want to settle for someone who is always traveling doing work and writing, and thought it would scare you away. You were one of the most beautiful girls ever eyes and he thought You guys were dying to be with you and you would not settle for him.

You thought that you weren’t enough Noah was an uprising artist, along with the rest of the band, and you thought you were gonna just weigh them down. It didn’t help that Noah was very handsome and it honestly intimidated you into feeling as if you were not pretty enough for him.

Everyone else around you thought you would’ve made a great couple. They found both funny and annoying how long it’s taking you both to realize that you have feelings for one another.

“ I’m telling you you guys guys are running in circles. She clearly likes you and you definitely like her just make your move.”

“ we’ve been over this. I’ve already said it if it-“

“-was meant to happen you wouldn’t feel a certain way when you try to talk to her. I know you say that every time how about you just make a move I promise you dude it is going to work.”

Just before Noah could answer his doorbell ring

“ speaking of the devil herself, there she” side, feeling more anxious than he was before, since the conversation was brought up

“ make your move. This might be your last chance.” And Nick hung up the call, and Noah was face with his fears on his own. He feels his ears, lungs as he pushes himself from his desk and goes to answer the door.

Why am I nervous? She’s just a friend…. It’s not like she would want to be more than that….. even if I wanted it to be

He thought himself as he started to unlock the door. They did you who he would consider one of his best friends but also his secret love. He just wish that he could tell you that.

“ long time no see” you smile up at him just like you used to. How he missed that smile. The way your eyes would slightly squint and how your smile can brighten up any dark day. Oh, how he wished you were his so he could hold you and kiss you and stare at you all day long. Was that weird for him to think about?

“ the same to you look at you really covered in tattoos now” he teased you only seeing about three of them on your arm

“ says the one covered from neck to toe and tattoos all you’re missing or some face tattoos and you’d be complete “ you both give a giggle before he steps aside, and let you .

He watched you as you walked in. The way your hair gently flowed in the wind. Your hips swing with each step that you took.. and that ass . Noah was an extremely respectful person, especially towards women, but he couldn’t deny that you had a great ass on you, and it was one of the features that he really liked on you physically

“ so anything new going on? Aside from resting, of course.” You asked as you popped down on the sofa, making yourself at home as you would usually do

“ oh you know just working on the new album, all that junk. But we got the day off today, so just another day for me to center myself” he sat down close to you

"That sounds really productive and honestly relaxing” you kick your shoes off and fold them underneath your weight

“But tell me about you, you’re the one who’s been traveling and gotten some new ink” he said looking to your new inked skin. Out of all of the friends you were the only odd one out with no tattoos. You had finally gotten one with Nick, and once you left you had gotten one from each state you visited.

“Well, New York was obviously amazing and fluent a great artist for this one,” you pointed to the one on your shoulder “then after went to Virginia, visited some old friends of course and got this one. And finally stopped at Vegas and got this lil cutie” you pointed to a delicate design that wrapped around your wrist and went just about half way into the back of your hand.

Without thinking twice, Noah takes your hands in his and observes the tattoos. Face. You could feel your palms starting to sweat and your heart rate begin to race. You really hope you couldn’t feel how sweaty your hands were getting. You really hope you couldn’t hear how heavy you were breathing all the sudden. You had tried to convince yourself that those feelings were simply just teenage hormones, but now that you say here, again, with him in his living room. Your hands in his as he looked over your tattoos you had realize that those feelings truly did not go away…. However, you didn’t want them to go away either. Something with you hoping he would also reciprocate those feelings.

Then looked up from being much closer to your face than he had thought he was, and he giggled. He struggled to make eye contact with you know that if he did, he would say he’d regret. So, instead, he simply sat there in silence, while you looked at each other.

“They’re um….really pretty..” he said staring at your orbs. Mentally he meant your eyes, but verbally he said. “The tattoos…you found some great artists huh?”

Damn it! That was your chance! Artist? Come on!

“Y-yeah they were great, but compared to yours these are nothing” you blush trying to change the focus of the conversation

"which one is your favorite?" he asks

"I mean it would be hard to chose there are so many..." you chuckle trying not to sound nervous

"well take your pick" he said displaying his arms. You instantly look to his arm covered in a beautiful scarlet from wrist to shoulder. It was your honest favorite. You take his hand in yours as your other hand glides up his arm and trace along the beautiful design. You thought it was one of his best pieces

"this one.." you said softly. You hadn't even noticed he was now holding your hand in his. Your eyes fall down to them as you notice the size difference between you and him. How his hand encaged yours in warmth and comfort. Both your hands lining up finger by finger in front of your faces as your fingers slowly come to intertwine together. His hand lacing with yours nearly perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally put together.

"Y/N..." he called you and you finally snap out of your mind. Realizing the position you were in

"O-Oh Noah I'm sorry I didn't mean to do th-"

"I really like you." he blurts out

"....."

"I think..I've alwasy thought of what an amazing, smart and funny girl…I uh…lost my chance when you left to travel but I want…to want know..if you would- if you! If you feel the same way?” He asked cautiously

“…” you remain silent making Josh very nervous

“…if you don’t that totally fi-“ the poor boy was then shut up by your lips on his. It was 100%, defiantly a yes from you. His hand lets go of your as his arms wrap around your waist and brings you closer to him. You both pull back slowly and rest your foreheads on each others

“…well that took long enough” you giggle whisper

“Yeah…just pissed I didn’t do it sooner” he sighs as he rests you in his lap, feeling at home and comfortable with your weight in him

“Well we’re where now,” you smile “and you can make it up to me of course”

“And how’s that?”

“With some more kisses Mr,Sebastian”

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[johaerys-writes]

can you bless my soul with a Snippet Sunday of baby born blue?

*pleading puppy eyes*

Also i love your work so much and it has became a slightly unhealthy obsession 👀

Hello!! I'm so glad you like my work that's so wonderful to hear 🥰 Here’s a little snippet from the next chapter of baby born blue where Achilles is being a menace as usual:

Patroclus jolts just a little when Achilles leans over him, his arms coming around his shoulders from behind.

“Why don’t you come and take a shower with me, hm?” he whispers, lips caressing his ear. “Continue where we left off.”

A flash of rage blinds Patroclus momentarily. He shrugs Achilles off, staring resolutely at his laptop screen.

“Get away from me,” he growls warningly. “I’m busy.”

“Well, you don’t have to be,” Achilles tells him, a little miffed. “We won’t be going back to Greece for another week, at least.”

“A week?” Patroclus turns around to pin him with a glare. “We’re leaving, Achilles. Tomorrow.”

Achilles purses his lips in a pout. “Five days.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Fine, four days. And three quarters.”

“I’m not bargaining with you. We’re leaving tomorrow and that’s final. I’m booking the tickets right now.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Watch me,” Patroclus says, turning back to his laptop and pulling up a flight booking page.

Achilles’ hand shoots over his shoulder, but Patroclus catches his wrist on reflex; there’s a brief struggle where they both try to get their hands on Patroclus’ laptop, and Patroclus seems to be winning until Achilles basically climbs over his lap and onto the desk, slapping the laptop screen shut and sitting half-way on top of it.

“Get off, you’ll ruin it!” Patroclus shouts in a panic, trying to catch Achilles’ legs and pull him away, while Achilles kicks at him and clings onto the desk for dear life. It is all so comical and ridiculous that Patroclus is glad no one is around to see them. He throws his hands up with an angry huff.

“Achilles, you fucking asshole—” He takes a step back and glares at him, sweating beneath his suit. He tries not to worry about Achilles’ weight that’s currently probably crushing his poor laptop as he says, “You’re like a child. You know that? A stubborn, arrogant, spoiled brat. Things always have to go your way, otherwise you’ll throw a fit and make it everyone's problem. I’m done with you, you hear me? I’m done with your bullshit. Done.”

“You weren’t done with me when you were doing me this morning,” Achilles retorts haughtily, tilting his chin up in defiance, and Patroclus has to use every ounce of his willpower not to walk over to the desk and strangle him.

[faeriekit]

Regarding health and hybrids: I have so many questions!! This is amazing! Like, will JL dark ever play a role in this? Or would that be to easy? Since Constantine and co could maybe understand ghostspeak or at least clock Danny as undead? What about Jason? Does Danny have a secondary protection obsession, and will that make it impossible to stay out of heroing for good? He's already friends with young justice. Or, if not, could we have an epilog we're the whole JL shows up to Danny's collage graduation, with Diana as his legal guardian? All of them happy crying, look at our son, the normal one, this is the greatest day! He doesn't need to breathe NASA, what are you waiting for!

I'm glad you have questions!!

At this exact moment, there's no reason for the JLD to specifically get called in on Danny's case; when it comes to resource allocation, every "Superhero" probably has a pretty tight schedule. They do all the heavy lifting and have specialized skills to tackle specific world-ending threats and can't be overworked, and are probably constantly healing/calling in for professional or private time/turning evil/etc, which means that their time for addressing non-critical issues is super limited. With no obvious supernatural component to the recovery of an 'alien' teenager, the focus is going to be getting time in with other extraterrestrial personnel, rather than magical/supernatural. Danny's not a critical issue. He's not murdering anyone and he's not a security risk. He's just a teenager, who needs help. They can absolutely help with that.

What this means though is Diana, basically, is doing extra overtime on top of two jobs. This only works because she is immortal. Damn, ma'am.

...And, of course, JLD presence or lack thereof may change as more details come out, of course. 👀 But! At the moment, there's no reason to doubt that this kid is anything but a more standard half-human who needs help.

Jason is currently doing crime on earth! He's got no reason to run into Danny at the moment, haha, considering that he's hanging out on the Watchtower and can't move, but like I said, if details end up changing... 👀

I decided against making Danny have an official "obsession" other than space, purely because Danny doesn't have an interest in protection: he's literally just traumatized. That's a normal human brain function. Danny's obsession with Space is based on who he was as a living person, with his spirit of exploration being part of the reason he died; as a ghost, willpower and motivation come from who he was, not who he is, and Danny's combat-related trauma is very, very recent, and very situationally dependent. You know. 'Cause his parents blew open a door between worlds in his basement that lets people who hurt him through. (Womp womp.)

I have a plan for the future ending of the fic!! 😉 You'll have to wait until we get there, though...this was originally going to be an eight-chapter sort of fic and now it's somehow the most complicated thing I'm currently publishing lol. Whoopsie. C'est la vie. Depending on how his long-term hand recovery goes, Danny's going to limited in some ways more than others...but hey, who knows what that'll do to his future job prospects? Not me! They keep making ergonomic and low-mobility tech equipment like keyboards and mouses that boggle my mind design-wise, so who knows how that would play out in the future, and in the high-tech space of DC...!

...But that's neither here nor there, haha! Thank you for taking an interest in the fic, and I hope this answered the most burning questions you've got!

[pinkbubbles06]

Rosekiller Headcanons Pt. 2

Part 1

These may be out of order or be repeating from pt 1 but it’s only cuz I got excited…

Annnyyyyywayyyyy…. HERE WE GO!!

* Barty would be that type of person to have a thought process along the lines of “Evan deserves someone better than [insert name of whoever Evan is currently dating here]. If it were me dating him, I’d treat him much better.”

* And then he would proceed to not think on that any harder.

* Every time Barty gets an angry owl from his dad, he gets so overwhelmed by anger to the point being called by their name makes him want to scream. So all his friends start calling him "idiot" "pretty boy" "raccoon" "dumbass" respectivly until he calms down.

* lets not get it twisted, evan was 100% crazier than barty.

* Before they got together Barty would beg Pandora to make flower crowns so he could give them to Evan. If the flower crowns were from anyone else Evan would burn them on the spot. But anything from Barty he cherished forever.

* The second barty would come bounding up the hill towards him in spring, flower crown in hand, Evan would smile gently as Barty placed it on his head with such pride and joy.

* After they got together, Barty made Panda teach him how to make them so he could do it himself.

* Evan spends half his time saying "shut the fuck up" to Barty because weird stupid shit always falls out of his mouth

* (and he does shut up 'cause that man is whipped)

* Barty always forgoes pockets for the sake of fashion, and so Evan’s pockets are always full of random things of Barty’s that Barty can’t carry in his hands

* Barty is a mommas boy ™️

* Barty was shorter than Evan for the longest time but in 3rd year he had a growth spurt in the summer and was towering over Evan when they saw each other on the train.

* Barty would talk to his mother about anything and everything and he mostly spoke of Evan.

* Barty’s mom had a beautiful garden and Barty asked her if she could teach him to plant roses one summer.

* When Evan came over the next summer Barty was so proud to show him the roses he grew just for him.

* barty whose eyes are locked on Evan’s throat, he wants to leave his marks all over there, bite the soft and perfect looking skin, make it his home

* then he gets hit over the head by dorcas with a pan, and she tells him to be normal

* Barty always found it real hot when Evan gets pissed and bangs someone’s head into a wall until their blood is running down their face. He loved it when Evan was insane.

* (Evan is more crazy than Barty is. Period. You can’t convince me otherwise.)

* Regulus never understood why Evan and Barty were so deranged sometimes. He’s a good child.🥲

* evan's last thought before being hit by moody's bombarda was the way barty smiles between their kisses

* Barty would always absentmindedly play with Evan’s hair at all times

* Whenever they would go out in the winter, Evan would always tell Barty to bring a coat, even though he knows he will end up carrying it for Barty because coats make him feel trapped sometimes.

* He would just be like: "wear a jacket, it's cold out!”

* And Barty would be like: ”uggghhhhh fineeeee!!!”

* Barty always opened the door for Evan or pulled his seat out before he sat down

* Evan: did you eat today?🤨

Barty: yes….👀

Evan:

Barty:

Evan: eat something love.😘

Barty:

Barty: fine.😒

* Barty wants so bad to be Evan’s trophy wife lol

* After Barty proposed, he would daydream of the moment he first sees Evan at the altar. Like. He’s so in love guys.

* barty absolutely LOVES valentine’s day and uses it as an excuse to be as publicly sexual as possible, loudly flirtatious, and is wrapped around evan like a condom

* evan pretends to DESPISE valentine’s day, acting like he forgets about the occasion just to get on Barty’s nerves- dodging his attempts to flirt / touch, and makes a show to be as unromantic as possible. on the inside, he’s squealing and kicking his feet

* Even hated Barty at first they would argue sooooo much!!!

* But then Barty grew on him like he does with every one

* Evan loves making Barty cry during sex. Especially if he is overstimulated.

* Evan loooovvvveeeessss overstimulating Barty during sex. (Barty loves it too btw lol)

* Ives said it before and I will say it again because it need to be a thing. EVAN IS NOT NOT TIMID AND HESITANT!!!! HE IS A PHYCO!!!! HE IS WORSE THAN BARTY GUYS!!! LIKE COME ON!!!!! IK I SAID THAT THE FIST TIMEHE AND BARTY DANCED HE WAS INSECURE BUT THEY WERE REALLY YOUNG AROUND THAT TIME!!! LIKE 14!!! (At least in my head…) AFTER THAT INE TOME HE WAS SOOOOO CONFIDENT!!!

* (sorry for yelling lol)

* Any way….

* if you don’t think regulus had a little sign with the amount of times barty got pushed off the beds for being a little shit ur so wrong

* Barty‘s mother had a huge family estate in the countryside that Barty’s mother and he would go and live in during the summer. it’s also where her garden is. Barty would drag Evan along every time

* Barty’s dad lived in the city because of his job…

* Barty would mostly stay at his father’s, his mom wasn’t really mentally there sometimes. He would really only be able to stay with her a week at most before having to go back to his dad again till she got better again. Probably like 3 weeks at least….

* They announced their relationship on April Fools and were both laughing their ass off watching Hogwarts try to figure out if they were actually dating or not.

* Evan is really shitty about being woken up. like if he falls asleep on the couch just leave him there, don’t wake him up to try and get him to go to bed because he will bite your head off. When Barty finds him on the couch in the common room he will settle down and cuddle up next to him and read a book. Or take a nap with him lol. Depends

[bisexual-horror-fan]

For Multi-May: Chucky!Nica x Tiffany x Reader 👀

Okay! I am very here for this! Writing Chucky!Nica is always fun! Love doing a good threesome, hope you are okay with some strap-on sex! I used mostly he pronouns for Chucky!Nica because he is still all about being himself while in Nica's body, you know what I mean? Hope this satisfies! Multi-May continues on!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.1K. Chucky!Nica X Tiffany Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Threesome. Handcuffs. Strap-On Sex. Taunting. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Nipple Play. Orgasm Delay.

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Like That?

Chucky missed a lot of things about his old body, the strength and capability it had. Not like there wasn’t things to like about this one, he wasn’t going to knock having tits, and he wasn’t saying that it didn’t have its own advantages in some ways, but it just wasn’t the same in some respects, he could mourn the loss, or he could bridge the gap.

Technology is a wonderful thing to help do just that, thanks to all the advancements in sex toys, it didn’t matter as much that Chuck didn’t have a dick like he used to, when he can just buy (or steal, usually steal) a series of impressive strap-ons. Some were built purely for size meant to nearly tare you open, some had tubes in them to release lube that looks like cum, able to paint someone with ropes of the stuff or fill a ready and willing hole, making it so he was really play pretend, but Chucky had his favourite. The one he loved best was strapless, held inside with one end, curved to press that spot inside just so, the toy itself is long, curved, a little ribbed, had a spot to rub externally on and the whole thing vibrated not just his cunt inside and out but also treated whoever he was fucking to some of the same. 

And being treated you were, you’d been picked up by the duo out at a bar, the offer of a good time much too wonderful to pass up and here you were, I mean the two of them were gorgeous together and being pressed between two beautiful women there is no better way to spend an evening in your mind.

Tiffany was laying on her side on the large king-sized hotel bed, she had a drink in one hand and a remote in the other, her thumb toying with the control, a smile playing on her lips, as she asked, “How’s that feel?” 

The vibration of the toy currently buried in your cunt increased as did your pleasure, your back arches with a sound bordering on the pathetic, tugging on the handcuffs on your wrists, the chain of which was looped on part of the headboard over your head. Chucky laughed amused through Nica’s body, hips slamming forward more forcefully, burying the firm silicone into you over and over, every time his body met yours he was able to grind his clit on the small vibrating pad, a bright burst of pleasure whenever he was fully inside. The pleasure doesn’t even recede on pulling out, instead it pushes more strongly on his G-spot on moving back, it feels fucking incredible, almost like he really has that part of himself back. It isn’t quite the same as the real thing but fuck, it does feel amazing. 

“Guh-good, feels so fuck-ing good-” You moan, a shuddering exhale, eyes half lidded, chest heaving. 

“Yeah? Looks like it feels good.” She responds, grin widening, and she bumps up the vibration another notch, and you moan louder. 

It did, so good in fact you were getting close, your eyes start to drift shut, brow creased as you focused on the rising pleasure, teeth tugged on by your bottom lip, a hard inhale through your nose as you attempt to hold on. A small adjustment is made and the change in angle presses just right inside causing a jolt of sensation is so strong it makes you gasp out, “Oh my Goddd, just like that-”

A raise of eyebrows is followed by the slowing of hips and a taunting question, “Oh?” A grind into that new spot that makes you nearly sob, “Like that?”

The view is incredible, Nica just having on thigh high stockings and a bra, the cups pulled down to expose and push up her breasts, hands resting on your waist, sweat trailing down her temple, face flush and lips parted, eyes mischievous. You nod frantically, “Mmmff-yes!”

“Gettin’ close?” The question makes another wash of heat soak into your skin, and he slows further, you whine, “Yeahhh, I was, c’mon, speed up-” 

You start to move your hips, too impatient to wait for compliance, desperate to get off already and they both laugh again, “Awe, can’t wait?”

Fully stopping you want to cry, “Nooo, fuck, please-” and Chuck clicks his tongue sympathetically, “No, no, you want it, take it! Show us how bad you wanna cum-”

Tiffany agrees, “Yeah show us.” She moves closer, reaching out, fingers tracing the curve of your breast before gripping onto one of your nipples, a squeeze, a gentle twist, the sting of pain pushes you forward. Your hips start moving again, you try to replicate the angle and pace the same way, it’s hard with how your arms are positioned above your head, your fists clench, nails bite into your palms as you fuck down onto the strap. 

You watch helplessly as Tiffany leans in and the pair starts to kiss right in front of you, a whimper spills out, you want that, it’d help to be able to kiss either of them, would make you cum faster, harder. Your movements become needier and more erratic, little sounds leave you on every need fuelled move until they break the kiss, watching, leaning against each other. “Fuck that’s good-”

Finally, they start to help, Tiffany’s hand is on your hip pulling you, helping guide you as her other hand continues to tease your nipple, she continues to ease the work you were doing, and he starts to thrust again, meeting you in the middle, “Keep it up, and you’ll make me cum too.”

You moaned, head tipping back, you wanted that, desperately wanted to make that happen. “There you go, night is far from over, put in the work.” Tiffany teases lightly.

All your effort is working, you were close again, your thighs burned, hips hurt, but you didn’t fucking care, you were almost there. “Oh yes, I can see it, so, so fucking close-”

Her words make you moan, nodding frantically, and Chucky with this almost sadistic grin plastered on Nica’s face, voice is condescending as he tells you, “Give it to us.” 

That is what sets you off, makes the thread snap and all the tension come unravelling, body trembling as the pleasure overtakes, a broken sob that could be read as a mix of their names if you squint hard enough. Thank fucking God they took over because you could not keep moving, body going totally boneless, a beautiful fucking rag doll they were having endless fun playing with and still so much to do.

[drysdaleknieslee]

Alloted Feelings

Trevor Zebras x female!reader

this is for @blushyh because I made her angry and I wanted to make it up to her. Hope you like this bestie!

WARNING: arguing, trevor beating around the bush not wanting to admit his feelings (mentions of you know who 👀), heavy make out foreplay, smut, trevor dirty talk and talking you through it, condoms (stay safe and wrap it up)

EVERYTHING WRITTEN HERE IS PURE FICTION!!

You were currently sitting in your apartment enjoying the alone time. Just watching Bridgerton and scrolling on Instagram. You opted out of going to the festivals in California as it was never your scene.

Your phone dings for a split second and you see that you get a text from Trevor, your college friend you could never get rid of and you never want to.

"Hey, mind coming to pick me up from stagecoach. Overstimulated. Tired."

Overstimulated Trevor was rare but you can't leave him hanging. You throw on your chucks, grab your keys and head out to safe Trevor from whatever horrors he's facing.

On the way he texts you the Air BnB that he's staying at and it doesn't take you long to arrive. He's already standing outside, looking tired and wore out, with his luggage.

"Your really gonna leave? We have one more day!" you hear a loud voice say and already your mood sours.

"I'm done. I'm going home and I'm done." he says making his way to the car only sparing me a glance.

Dixie looks at you and automatically scowls. You didn't particularly like her since the beginning and the way she seemed to play him didn't sit right with you either. Seems he finally reached his braking point.

"So your going home with Pocahantas?" She knows you hate that name. More than half breed.

"You want a black eye and a broken nose Dick? I can make them last longer." Your a 5'9 PWHL defensemen. She knows her limits and she knows you'll do it.

"You can't hurt me because that hurts your reputation."

"Call me Pocahantas again and It'll be you calling me a racial slur and I'll be defending myself."

She visibly get's nervous but she doesn't back down.

"Just get in the car, it's not worth it." mutters Trevor. When I turn around to get in the car.

"Such a savage."

Before I could even think clearly I'm stalking towards her and I land a strong right hook in the direct center of her nose. She releases a loud shriek. Her nose was bruised not broken but both eyes would be black tomorrow. "Reinstated into the Panda Club huh?" She scowls and runs into the Air BnB.

"Why did you do that?" Trevors leaning against the car with his hands on his forehead.

"You think I was gonna let her just talk to me like that? Why Didn't you say anything?!"

He looks up now eyes wide, "I told you to let it go!"

"I'm not just gonna walk away when someone calls me a slur Trevor!" He just stares before finally getting in the car. Cranky. The ride was silent but not awkward. His phone screen kept lighting up from notifications but all he did was put it in Do Not Disturb before placing it down in his lap. It was late so you opt to have him stay the night at your place. He grabs his luggage and just waits until you open the door. "You can tell me what's really bothering you when your ready."

You open the door and you both head inside. He heads straight to the guest bedroom not uttering a word. You start to wind down for the night and start making your rounds before heading to bed when a voice breaks the silence.

"It was about you."

"What?"

You turn to see him propped against the doorframe. "We had a fight about you."

You just stared at him trying to comprehend what he could mean.

"She didn't like that we were close and that I have told you things about me that I could never tell her. She didn't like that you liked my posts, that you supported me, and..."

"What Trevor?" you say barely above a whisper.

"I've liked you since college. I just couldn't say anything.."

You both stand frozen each waiting for the other to say something.

"We were in a bit of a heated discussion and I let it slip. That's why I texted you and this isn't how I wanted to tell you because I didn't think you'd feel the same way and I thought the feelings went away until I realized...she isn't you."

He finally caught his breathe and stared at you waiting for you to say something, anything. His heart was about to beat out his chest and his neck was burning from potential embarrassment.

Right when he thought he should crawl in a hole and die you lunge yourself and connect your lips in a heated kiss.

You both let out a long sigh of relief and longing. Like you both have waited eons to finally catch each other in this space. Trevor moves his hands from your neck down to your waist and makes a move to now have you pinned against the wall. His mouth then connects to a sensitive area between your neck and collarbone nipping and sucking every area of skin he could find.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time, there's no one I'd rather do this with that you."

He moves his kisses to behind your ear before adding, "it's always been you."

He taps your leg singaling you to jump. His hands move to your backside to hold you steady before giving a cheeky squeeze. He leads you up to your bedroom, lips never leaving each others. He uses his foot to close the door before walking to your bed and placing you softly on the mattress, lips still connected to yours.

"Since when have you known you liked me Trevor?" you say gasping for air and you both now work on getting each others clothes off.

"Since seeing you in your BU uniform."

"Really?" you said halting your movements making hims stop as well.

"More specifically, when I saw you going to your first BU game and your walk in dress was sexy as hell. The I saw you with just your under gear and that was hot. And when I saw you play for the first time I became a fan. I wish there was a PWHL California or something."

You were smiling so hard your cheeks started to hurt. You kissed him again, this time with more meaning and more...admiration.

He resumes removing your clothes before both of you are now completely naked. He reaches in his wallet and pulls out a condom and rolls it up his shaft before lining himself up.

"You ok with this?" he says hovering over you.

"Yes. More than ok."

"OK, I want you to relax for me ok..."

You try to relax as you feel him slowly enter into you. The burn was satisfying as he moved slowly to let you adjust to his size.

You experienced, just not with this much...

"Oh my god!" you yell as he bottoms out and he halts his movements to let you fully adjust.

Tell me when to move ok?"

"You can move, I'm ok."

He starts to gain a rhythm thats slow and hard. He hits your sweet spot each time, almost like you were made and molded for each other.

"Your doing so well, almost like you wanted this as much as I did."

You can even form words, your brain is not in the room with you. He hits your g spot and you almost cum then and there but that would be embarrassing.

"I only want the feel of you on my cock, no one else's."

His words alone could make you come then and there. He lips your hips up for a new angle. He senses that your close. It's only your first time together and you've already learned each others signals.

" I got you. I always will."

He picks up to and ungodly pace and his breathes are laboured and your moans turn into whines.

"Come for me love."

Your climax came so hard your vision goes blurry and your body is limp. You slowly come to and you are wrapped up in Trevors arms.

"My biggest mistake was thinking I could forget you."

You tilt your head up and tiredly lay a lazy kiss on his neck. "You have me now. We have each other."

"I'm not making that mistake again."

[if-mirrormine]

i'll always save you

summary: grayson is called out on a case involving the mc.

pairing: grayson x mc

word count: 8029

based on the request: i was wondering what would happen if grayson got a call while on duty that mc crashed into a river somehow, and when they get there, mcs body isn't in the car, but there's evidence their body was there, like blood or broken glass, but mc happened to get out of the car and swam to the bank/shore of the river? like mcs just laying on the shore, soaked, out of breath, and kinda injured👀

**unedited//me? writing a drabble at 1 a.m.? it's more likely than you think.**

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grayson sits idly at his desk, his leg bouncing up and down as he flicks in his pen between his index and middle fingers. he's bored. it's a slow night, which he should be grateful for, but the lack of crime means only one thing: paperwork. mountains of it. taking up the entirety of his desk and blocking his view of the other half of the precinct. perhaps if he didn't put off the task until last minute he wouldn't be here now but even with nothing else to, he can't bring himself to do it.

he's just about to convince himself to get to work when kelsey comes into view. he didn't even hear her get up from her desk across from his and walk over. but now that she's in front of him, he's happy to have something else to do.

"i'd ask how its going over here but given that you've been staring into space for the last half hour, i'd say that answers my question." she sits on the edge of his desk, her arms crossed over her chest as she glances down at the files behind her.

"can you blame me?" he sighs before tossing his pen on the desk, leaning back on his chair as he drags his hands through his hair. "i'm this close to blowing my brains out."

quirking up an eyebrow at him, she smiles. "do i need to take your gun and put it on a high shelf somewhere?"

he grins. "aren't i taller than you?"

"semantics," she says, waving him off. "you want something to do?"

resisting the urge to bolt out of his chair and out the precinct, he sits up straighter, entirely more alert at the prospect of getting to put off doing paperwork slightly longer. "why didn't you lead with that?" he questions and she rolls her eyes playfully. "what is it?"

"got a call while you were daydreaming," she says. "some idiot drove their car off a bridge. my money's on drunk driver."

at that, he stands up, whipping his jacket off the back of his chair and pulling it on. "it usually is." looking at his partner, he gestures to the exit. "what are we waiting for? let's go."

sliding off the desk, she rolls her eyes again and follows him out.

the bridge has been cordoned off, the night illuminated by red and blue flashing lights. there's an officer waiting for them when they arrive, explaining what happened without so much as a hello. there had indeed been a drunk driving, swerving in and out of lanes before throwing themselves out of their vehicle and into traffic. they currently sit in the back of an ambulance, mostly unharmed, and their car still sitting on the bridge.

"i though the call was about someone driving off the bridge," kelsey says, confusion twisting her features.

"someone did drive off the bridge, ma'am," the officer says and she narrows her eyes at him. "probably to avoid killing the guy. though they're probably worse off now than if they had run him over."

"probably?" grayson questions. "you mean no ones gone down to check?"

the officer pales slightly, shrinking back into himself as he avoids looking at him in the eye. "n-no, sir. it's really difficult to get down there, we were waiting for more experienced personnel."

"unbelievable." taking a deep breath, grayson fixes the officer with a look that would be sure to kill. "we'll go check. make yourself useful and get the witness statements."

"yes, sir!" the officer runs off quickly, nearly tripping over his feet in an attempt to get away from them.

"do i really look like ma'am?" kelsey asks as they begin walking over.

"what would you have preferred he called you?"

"oh, i don't know... detective montgomery maybe?"

"he probably doesn't know any better," grayson grumbles. "he barely looks old enough to be a highschool student, let alone fresh out of the academy." kelsey snorts as they come to a stop at the side of the bridge. the ravine falls off into darkness at a near ninety degree angle and when he shines his flashlight down, rocks and mud pave the way down to the water. looking at kelsey, he finds she's already looking at him.

straightening her back, she salutes him. "godspeed, soldier."

he sighs at the thought of having to go down there by himself but he doesn't argue the matter. "at least there are paramedics on standby," he says. "i imagine i'll be needing one by the time i get to the bottom."

kelsey grins at him. "on the bright side, you won't have to do any more paperwork."

"because i'll be dead? yeah, i'd sure hope so."

"i'll tell your mother you loved her."

he rolls his eyes in amusement as he begins his descent. his shoes slide slightly in the mud and he has to slow his pace to not fall but after what feels like forever, he makes it to the bottom. the river is oddly calm, the waves lapping softly at his feet and he shines his flashlight over the water in search of the car. in the middle of the river, somewhat under the bridge, black metal sparkles under the light. the tail end of the car stick out of water, the window of the backseat just barely visible and he swings the beam of flashlight around to look for the licence plate.

"how's it looking, gray?" kelsey calls down to him and he glances up at her briefly to see her standing with her own flashlight.

"well it's not great," he calls back. "im looking for the plates."

as soon as the words leave his mouth, his eyes latch onto the sequence of numbers and letters and he quickly realises its one that he's got memorised. his blood runs cold, his heart damn near stops beating and he's filled with all the same dread and panic he felt ten years ago.

mc. it always come back to the mc.

he's in the water before he even knows it. kelsey is calling him again, demanding to know what the hell he's doing and why but he can't think of anything else but his best friend. he has to get to them, he has to save them. nothing else matters.

his own name is the last thing he hears as he dives below the surface, the ice cold water shocking his system that he almost exhales all his oxygen. weighed down by his clothes, he forces his limbs to work even harder and before long, he sees the vague outline of the car in the murky water.

confusion takes over when he presses his face to the passenger side window and sees that the car is empty, the drivers door hanging open. empty. they mustve been able to escape before the car went under. relief begins to take over as he swims to the surface. oh, his brilliant mc.

gasping for the breath when he breaks the surface, he thrashes around, attempting to search for them in the darkness. he dropped his flashlight somewhere between seeing the licence plate and diving in the water, and he regrets not holding onto it a little tighter. he screams their name, hoping with everything fibre of his being that they're nearby and can hear him.

"grayson!" kelsey calls to him and he looks back to see her standing where he did just moments before, having made her way down the ravine when he dived in.

"it's mc!" he calls back. "they made it out; look for them along the shoreline!"

he doesn't wait for her response, instead swimming as fast as he can to the other side of the river. pulling himself out and wiping the water from his eyes, he takes off running again. his panic comes flooding back in full force, the relief he felt dwindling fast the further he goes. he screams their name, over and over again, only to be met by silence each time. not again, he thinks. please not again.

he skids to a stop when he sees a body lying on the shore and he stops breathing for a moment before he's moving again. dropping to his knees beside them, the pale light of the moon illuminating their face and he cries in relief upon seeing its mc. they're bruised and cut up, blood drying on their face but their chest rises and falls ever so slightly and that's enough for him.

"i'm here, mc," he says, pulling them into his arms and eliciting a groan from them. "you're okay." he rises to his feet, holding them close to his chest as he makes his way back to the bridge. he hates the thought of almost losing them a second time but he tries to focus on the positive, of them alive in his arms. pressing a kiss to their hair, he makes a vow to himself to do whatever it takes to keep them safe, no matter the cost.