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laundry day
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hi lovelies, halloween fic out soon (in like 4ish hours) no spoilers but it's a character i haven't written for in a while :3
will link here!
#â§rentalks!#hope everyone's doing well ^^#its spooky month woooooo#also mb for not updating 4 a bit#i just got discharged from the er boohoo#wrote the fic half awake LMFAO ill finish it otw home :salute:
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240917 - hoseok on weverse: âone month, thatâs right just 30 days!
time originally only felt cruel but now ive started to grow fond of it that now it feels affectionate.
i organized my stuff, and iâve handed out the items i that i used well to my successors, and now seeing the empty locker/storage
* t/n: locker/storage in the barracks where ones personal items are stored)
it feels like my feelings are growing even deeper.
looking back, i wonder why i was so nervous and worried when itâs nothing much really.
heh (those days when even the sound of the locker opening would stimulate my nerves)
lately, itâs been times where i feel sympathy towards the new recruits who have moved in, and thinking of them as cute from seeing myself in them.
sigh.. im looking back at my days in the military, being filled with a lot of feelings and emotions**.. but im pleased! and proud!
** t/n: literal translation he wrote was: âafter being in a state of an extreme Fâ, with F having the meaning of the 3rd letter in oneâs mbti
but of course now, im a sergeant at the later stages of service, lying in bed writing these words haha
the holidays are truly nice!! because i can rest well! this letter has become unnessarily long now but i came to say happy chuseok~ but as if itâs fate, todayâs also the day i have exactly 30 days left~
right now when everyone is peacefully with their families, my mind is filled with a pigeon flying about.
itâs quite a warm chuseok!! but i wish that you have a prosperous/filling hangawi*** and i am sending my greetings to you.
*** hangwai is another name for chuseok
i hope fall comes quickly so i can pile up the falling foliage/autum leaves in my mind~ đ đ
i will see you next month, on this day.
until then, i hope that you will please stay healthy and take care of yourself..!
saluteđŤĄ
A(R)M(Y) IL(ove)Y(ou)**** đđ
**** abbreviated âarmy i love youâ â (trans. cr. miiniyoongs)
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jim beam
navigating life in a new universe was already a bit of a struggle for Logan... and Wade just had to make it worse (or far, far, far better) by giving him a "house-warming gift".
CW: suggestive, profanity, takes place after the events of Deadpool 3, Wade is actually really hard to write for, Logan deserves the world, comfort, angst if you squint, etc.
"Honey, I'm home!" Wade loudly sang, kicking open the door to Logan's apartment with a dramatic flourish.
"Fuck me," Logan groaned from his spot on the couch, closing his eyes and allowing his head to lull back with annoyance.
This defeated the entire purpose of why he got his own apartment in the first place.
To avoid these types of interactions with the most persistently, consistently annoying asshole in the entire multiverse.
"Now, now, is that any way to talk to the friend who's about to bring your long lost lover back from the dead?" Wade tutted, skipping into the living room, taking notice of the bottle of liquor resting in Logan's hand.
'So it's that kinda morning...'
"Jim Beam at 10 am on a Tuesday?" he noted, "Well, I guess it's five o'clock nowhere... so have at it."
"What did you just say?" Logan sat up straight, brows furrowed as he focused on Wade's previous statement.
"Alcoholics everywhere salute you for taking your liver where no organ has gone before."
"Wade."
"I'm honestly starting to believe you do it for the love of the game rather than the expositional, look how sad he is plot device the author is currently using... I mean, seriously? Can we skip past all this bullshit and get to theâ"
Quickly, Logan grabbed him by the front of his suit, yanking him closer with an angrily confused expression.
"If anything besides a goddamn answer comes out of your mouth... I will stab you in the face," he growled, spelling out each syllable to further his point. "What the hell do you mean bring her back from the dead?"
To Logan, you were everything
The sun. The moon. The air. The clouds.
Despite seeing all the horrible thing he'd done, and knowing firsthand just how much of an asshole he could be, you still smiled at him.
No matter how many times he pushed you away, you were relentless.
Keeping his room together while he was away finding himself.
Making him meals when you noticed he he'd gone without eating.
Forcing him to take breathers after intense sessions in the Danger Room.
For the longest, he couldn't wrap his head around someone like you caring about a jackass like him.
Until he got fed up and just outright asked.
But, as if nothing, you answered:
"Your past makes think you don't deserve love, Logan," you started, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned up against the counter. "You storm around here with a rude ass attitude and a smart mouth hoping to convince me of that... but if anything, you're only making it worse for yourself."
You smiled, looking up at him with a glint in your eye that sent shocks running down his spine.
"Because in my heart of hearts I know you're a man who wants care and attention, just like everybody else."
With a chuckle, you rested a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"And I'll keep shovin' dinners down your throat until you realize that."
Despite having everyone else fooled, you saw right through him, and true to your word, you didn't give up.
With every made bed, every meal, every conversation, Logan felt himself falling deeper into your charm, and over a glass of Jim Beam did he finally realize that he was in love with you.
But, like everything else he cared about in this world, you were taken away from him.
Unable to find your body in the rubble of the mansion, he looked high and low, quite literally going to the ends of the Earth to find you.
But after years of searching with nothing to show for it, he returned to the bottle, drowning himself in sorrow and regret.
Or, at least... until now.
"Well, according to the manual, she's not exactly dead, but she is unconscious," Wade answered, matter-of-factly.
"Unconscious?" Logan's brows furrowed, still quite confused.
Freeing himself from the man's grip, Wade stood up, going back around the couch and pulling out a small tablet from his pocket.
"See, I've noticed your humble abode could use a little sprucing, so I went back to our buddies at the TVA and kindly reminded them that you saved the multiverse and, godammnit, you deserve a reward."
"Get to the fuckin' point, jackass," Logan spat, turning to face him.
"So they sent some men back to your universe and found your girl!" Wade cheered, opening up a portal and reaching his hand in, pulling out a cryo-chamber with you inside.
The moment Logan's eyes met your sleeping face, all color and vibrancy seemed to return to the world.
He was at a loss for words.
You were here... not some dream or hallucination of guilt... but actually, truly, physically here.
"Apparently, some science fuckers were keeping her in a black site and testing to see how long she could go without aging. I won't bore you with the details," Wade explained, pulling out a small knife from his boot. "Now, let's break this bad boy open and meet the future Mrs. Wolverine!"
Before Logan could stop him, Wade stabbed the keypad at the side of the chamber, opening the door and sending you falling forward.
In an instant, Logan dropped his bottle and leaped over the couch, catching you just before you could face-plant on the hardwood floor.
"Watch it!" Logan roared, less than happy that you'd only been there for about three minutes and Wade had already almost broken your nose.
"I am so sorry!" Wade gasped, his hands slapping his cheeks in shock. "I didn't think she'd actually fall out the chamber when they told me she'd fall out the chamber... Nice save, though, Romeo."
Turning you over, Logan cupped your cheek, the chill of your skin already beginning to warm.
But you were still out cold, limp in his grasp as he held you close to his chest.
"She's not waking up..." Logan noticed, brows furrowed. "Why the hell isn't she waking up?"
"Easy there, tiger. They told me how long it takes varies from person to person," Wade assured, shutting the portal. "Some take minutes, others hours. It could be a couple of days before she even opens her eyes."
An expression of solemnity slid over Logan's face as he gazed over yours, your skin still so flesh colored, it looked as if you were sleeping.
Just as soft and tender as he remembered.
And he had full intentions on keeping it that way.
Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he ghosted his hand over your cheek.
In that moment, he swore to himself that he'd never leave you again.
He'd be a friend, a bodyguard, a lover, whatever you wanted, but no matter his title, anything that wanted to harm you would have to do so over his dead body.
And even then he'd force himself to get back up and fight.
This world was giving him a second chance at life, a second chance at a life with you, and he'd be damned if he let anything ruin it.
Suddenly, you took in an aggressive gasp, scaring the shit out of Wade as your eyes snapped open.
"Holy fucking shit nuggets!" he jolted, jumping from his spot across he room as Logan allowed his shoulders to sink, mumbling a quiet thanks to whatever god or deity brought you back to him.
Feeling a strong set of arms cradling you, you looked up, solace setting into your bones at the sight of the familiar man before you, who was unable to stop the few joyful tears escaping his eyes.
"Loganâ"
Without a moment's hesitation, his lips were on yours, making up for what felt like a lifetime of loss by dumping all of his passion, all of his love, all of his devotion into one Earth shattering kiss.
You melted into it seamlessly, your hand finding home in his scruffy hair as he pulled you flush against him, clutching you with a death grip.
Donning a cheeky smile under his mask, Wade turned away to give you both a moment, thought not without making a crude sex gesture behind his back.
'I don't think Miss (Y/N)/Girl Sitting At Home Reading This is gonna be able to walk tomorrow...'
With a gasp, the two of you separated, Logan's hand raising to cup your cheek, relishing how easily you leaned into him.
"(y/n)... I thought I lost you," he panted, his eyes scouring over your face, committing every detail to memory.
"For a while, you did," you sighed with a grin, carding a hand through the few gray strands in his hair, before comparing them to your own. "Time looks good on you."
He chuckled, quietly relieved you still found him attractive after all these years.
Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled the man into a bone crushing hug, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.
"I'm not really sure what happened... or how I'm alive..." you weakly laughed, starting to get choked up. "But I know that if you go out drinking without me ever again, I'm putting your head on a spike."
Instantly, Logan's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you reverently as if he let go for one moment, the powers that be would part him from you.
"I swear on my life... I'll never let anyone hurt you again."
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đ đ˘đđđđđŚ: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating runâknowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. Youâve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike. All in all itâs a solid planâuntil alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother,steps in and blows it all to pieces. đđđđĄđđđĄ: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friendâs little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, 18+; mdni! đđđđđĄâ: 4.7k | chapter 2 of 4
Then
The Todoroki house was the most interesting place you had ever been.
At home it was just you and your mom, and most of the time she was working, or recovering from working, but the Todoroki house was packed with children from wall to wall. There was almost never a dull minuteâexcept when Todoroki Enji came home and everyone got stiff and weirdâbut when he wasnât around, you found you preferred the Todoroki mansion to the loneliness of your own empty house.
Touya seemed to sense this, and deigned to invite you over often, enough that you found yourself following him home after school at least once a week.
After the first time, youâd been introduced to his other siblings, Fuyumi and Natuso, who were both much nicer than Touya, and notably far more talkative. Shouto was a near-constant too, almost always propped on his motherâs hip when you arrived home, and always eager to be handed off to you, enough that you could tell Touya was annoyed.
âYouâre not even related,â he complained, and you hid a smile at his barely-couched jealousy.
âIâm just better than you,â you told him, sticking your tongue out, dodging when he tried to grab it. Youâd never had siblings, and youâd been forced to learn quickly that nothing was off-limits to people with younger siblings. Revenge would always be exacted.
Even when Shouto got older, old enough to talk in complete sentences and toddle about on his own, he seemed to prefer your company. You and Touya were almost never left alone to play on your own, Shouto always in the room with you, almost velcroed to your side.
He was on the floor next to you in the living room on one such occasion, Touya absolutely destroying you in Super Mario, when Rei called Touya in from the kitchen.
Touya rolled his eyes, pausing and flinging his controller at your head with the manner of someone who hoped it actually connected. âDonât restart while Iâm gone or Iâll kill you.â
You saluted him as he stomped out, taking a minute to stretch out from where youâd sat hunched over your controller. You bumped Shouto as you did, and he looked up at you from his coloring book, where he was shading in a pair of penguins in hot pink.
âNice choice,â you told him, and Shouto looked a little bit like he was trying not to preen.
âIzuku in my class says penguins mate for life, like us,â he said, authoritatively.
You blinked, your brain snagging on the like us. Alphas, betas, and omegas could mate for life, and were generally expected to, but that didnât always quite play out if you didnât find your life mate. Your mother was a near-hand example, your father having left her while you were still in swaddling clothes, only to pass away a short few years later. They hadnât been life mates, youâd come to realize recentlyâthough your mother still believed in them. You hoped sheâd find hers still, someday.
You thought maybe, however, that you were not going to hold out hope for your own, if it was as tricky as it seemed.
âYou know not everyone does, right?â you asked, peering down at Shouto.
Wide, guileless eyes stared back up at you. Shouto had lost a little of his baby fat recently, but absolutely none of his sweetness.
âWho does not?â he demanded, sitting back on his haunches.
You fiddled with the controller in your fingers, wondering suddenly if you should have brought this up with him. âSome people. My parents didnât,â you said, cautiously.
Shoutoâs eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. âYour parents?â
You shook your head. âSometimes people donât find them even after all of the mating runs.â
Shouto did not look pleased with this. His eyes roved over you, pinning on you with a sort of sudden, unnerving intensity. âSometimes people go on mating runs. And their life mate is not there because they are too young to go yet.â
You blinked, surprised by the specificity of this conclusion. âSometimes, probably, yeah.â
Shoutoâs tiny frown deepened, and he carefully arranged himself up against your side. âYou will wait though, right?â
Your hand found its way unthinkingly into his hair, ruffling it. He was a sweet kid. âI mean, people usually go through more than one mating run, right?â
Shouto pressed more insistently into your side. âYou will keep going until your life mate is there, though.â
You had an image of yourself, greying and eighty, slowly wobbling on your cane through the preserve. You suppressed a laugh. âIâll go as I can until I age out, how about that?â
Shouto nodded, satisfied. His crayon resumed on the penguins, fiery pink streaking across the page. âI will be there,â he pronounced definitively.
His decisive tone startled a laugh out of you. You grinned down at him, unable to help the urge to ruffle his hair again. âIâll stick around until we can run together. Although you better get good at climbing trees.â
Shouto blinked, his mouth pursing in puzzlement. âTrees,â he repeated to himself.
You nodded. âIf Iâm not an alpha, and I have to hide somewhere, Iâm going to find the best tree in the preserve and go up it and not come down until I find my life mate.â
You would not be like your parents. You would not settle, and you would be realistic about your prospects.
Shoutoâs eyes tracked across your face once more, like he was committing the statement to memory.
âYouâre welcome to come up with me,â you said. You couldnât imagine Shouto as anything other than an omega like his mom, not with that sweet little face. You didnât like the idea of some alpha trying to get at him, so it was better he stay safe in your tree with you.
The thought suddenly rankled, and you decided you were done with this discussion. Better not to think of Shouto all grown up and spirited away from everyone until you absolutely had to.
You tapped a finger on Shoutoâs coloring book, turning him back to it. âAnyway. Tell me about the other animals in here? Did Izuku tell you about any of these?â
Shouto looked down at the page, his expression shifting seriously. âThis is a killer whale,â he said, pointing to a corner of the page heâd colored in with a blob of forest green. âThey are related to dolphins. They are the biggest dolphin in the world.â
You nodded, relaxing back on your hands, gesturing for him to go on.
Shouto took his job very seriously, explaining solemnly and in great detail all the animals on the page, the way he sometimes described all his toys to you. You let him go on, finding that you liked listening to Shouto talkâhe was rarely so wordy, but he was easy and familiar and funny in how seriously he took everything.
You laid back and listened to him, hoping Touya took a little extra time in the kitchen. Shouto looked pleased to have your attention, and soon enough you found yourself dozing, your head against his little thigh, content with Shoutoâs sweet little voice washing over you.
In Shoutoâs company, the Todoroki house felt a lot like home.
Now
Your beloved mother woke you in the morning ramming the vacuum into the door of your old bedroom-turned-storage room.
You groaned from your air mattress, your old bed frame sold off already to pay a gas bill. You missed that thing.
âOnly a week together and you were out all day yesterday,â your mother said when you emerged from your old room, shooting you a look that immediately made you feel like a teenager again. She was wearing one of your old sweatshirts, that sheâd clearly commandeered because sheâd missed you.
Your heart squeezed a little at the familiar sight of her, but not enough to curb your morning fussiness.
âMaybe I was out scoping alphas to pounce on during the run,â you said, shuffling towards the kitchen and the promise of coffee.
âYou were out with the mayorâs son,â she said, sniffing. A small smile pulled at your mouthâshe had pettily refused to call Touya by his name for years.
Sheâd been thrilled by your friendship with him when you were kids. From the outside, Touya had looked like a beautiful little boy from a well-to-do family. You knew sheâd once held out hope for your friendship to turn into something more, to see you settled into a well-off family and taken good care of.
For your part, however, youâd been drawn to Touya but never interested in that way, and you knew Touya felt the same. And things had only gotten more complicated when Touyaâs mental health had crumbled like dirt under his fatherâs heel, and even worse when the Todoroki family fire broke out; Touyaâs extensive burns damaged his glands and destroyed any evidence of his secondary gender before heâd even presented. Though, personally, youâd always suspected he was an omega. He was showy, flashy, possessed of that classic omega need for praise and attentionânot quite to your tastes.
You thought you probably preferred someone a little more lowkey, someone steady and easy. Definitely not Touya.
There was also the fact that his efforts as of late seemed directed at the one quarter of your friend group with blonde, fluffy hair. Though you knew Touya would rather burn his remaining skin off before admitting it.
Either way, your motherâs hopes of a marriage into the Todoroki family were dashed, along with her opinion of Todoroki Enji when things finally came to head, and sheâd never quite forgiven Touya for it.
âTouya says hello,â you answered distractedly, fiddling around with the coffee machine, though of course Touya had said no such thing. âI saw Rei though, and Natsuo and Fuyumi and Shouto. Did you know Shouto is a firefighter now? Heâs gotten so big.â
âAn alpha?â your momâs voice floated out from the living room, her eagerness not quite suppressed.
You laughed, though a tiny, strange sort of spark lit up your spine. âMom, Iâm a couple years too old for him. Iâm like his grandma.â
âOh you are not, you dramatic thing,â you heard her sniff.
âOur first date could be at my bingo hall,â you carried on over the hiss of the water boiling, the dribble of coffee into the pot. âAnd we could get drunk on our prune juice, and I could slide out my dentures waiting for him to kiss meââ
âIâm going to sell you,â your mother said, her vacuum starting up again pointedly. You heard the distinct thump of it being rammed into a couch leg and grinned.
You knew she wanted to see you settled because she loved you, wanted to see you taken care of in all the ways that she hadnât been. Your father had let her down years before heâd even passed, which you thought should have besmirched any alphaâs good name in your motherâs book. But she was determined to believe in love and life mates despite it all, and you admired her for it. She was a stubborn thing.
You spent the morning helping her do chores, clambering up onto the counters and getting all the places she couldnât regularly reach, hauling out her trash and googling your way through some low-level repairs. You shared a quick breakfast in between, dodging more questions about the mating run, before returning to cleaning.
You were covered in dust and a thin layer of Lysol by the time you remembered youâd promised to meet Shouto at the fire station for lunch. There was not enough time to change or shower if you wanted to pick something up on the way, and you supposed it was well enough that Shouto did not actually possess the level of interest in you that your mother might have wanted him to.
âGoing to see my child bride,â you told your mom on the way out, laughing and dodging a sponge.
The walk to the fire station took the better part of forty-five minutes, including a long interlude spent hemming and hawing over the prepared foods section of the grocery store before you finally settled on cold sobaâShoutoâs favorite from when you were younger, if you remembered correctly.
The fire station itself was an older, whitewashed multi-story building, set back from the main road. The garage doors were open in the warming spring air, the bright red of the fire engines clearly visible from blocks away. You must have been visible from blocks away, too, because Shouto stepped out as you turned onto the drive, the dark blue of his stationwear stark against his skin.
Your heart did a strange lurching motion in your chest, and you pointedly did not let your eyes linger on the way his uniform belted in at his hips, highlighting the trimness of his waist and the breadth of his shoulders. Nope.
âHi Shouto,â you said, holding up your bag of spoils. âYou still like soba, right?â
Shouto blinked, his eyelashes fluttering. Long fingers touched the bag, hefting it carefully from your grip. âYou remember.â
You grinned up at him. âHow could I forget? Especially because I was there when you had it for the first time. You flung some at Touya from your high chair and it ended up on me instead.â
Shouto looked embarrassed, a pink flush spreading prettily across the tops of his high cheekbones. âI do not believe you.â
âUh huh,â you said.
Shoutoâs mouth pulled into what might have been a nonexpression on anyone else, but was most definitely a pout on him. Cute.
âI can reassure you there will be no soba flung today,â he promised, his deep voice earnest. Then he paused. âTouya is not in range.â
A surprised laugh escaped you, and the edge of Shoutoâs lips pulled. He looked pleased with himself for having drawn it out of you. Heâd always made you laugh, even as a kidâthough mostly for how incongruously serious he was as a child, even about the silliest things. But also for how he seemed able to press peopleâs buttonsâTouyaâs especiallyâjust by existing.
Shouto gestured you inside, and you studied the firetrucks as you passed them, mostly so you did not watch the way Shoutoâs shoulders shifted beneath his shirt.
When he caught your look of curiosity, Shouto led you over to one, opening the door for you to take a look inside. You peered at all the knobs and switches interestedly, leaning into the cab. It looked complex, and yet very familiar. It actually looked a lot like the toy fire truck that once spent a fair amount of time occupying the inside of baby Shoutoâs mouth.
You glanced back, opening your mouth to tell Shouto as much, when suddenly two large hands were at your waist, warm and sure. They lifted you right into the driverâs seat like it was absolutely no effort.
You fell into the cab, suddenly winded. You whipped around to stare at Shouto, heart hammering with the casual display of alpha strength, unable to help the wide-eyed look you knew you were giving him. That wasâthat wasânot allowed.
âAm Iâcan I beâin here?â you garbled out, trying not to make obvious the real reason for your sudden disorientation.
Shouto stepped up onto the wheel plate to lean into the cab beside you, bringing in a puff of that scent like campfire on a cold day. âYes,â he answered, looking unbothered with how close his face was to yours.
You watched him helplessly, brain fogging with his proximity and his scent. He was very, very pretty up close. Heâd grown into what had to be the most beautiful person youâd actually ever seenâhis motherâs looks, dialed up to an eleven. The deliberate alpha edge to him should have been at odds with that delicate sensualityâbut instead it was like his secondary gender sat on him like a beam of sunlight, highlighting his beauty.
It was totally at conflict with the round, pudgy little thing heâd been when youâd first seen him, the lanky preteen youâd left him as.
He felt so familiar and yet so strangely new. It was disconcerting.
You quickly averted your gaze, making a show of leaning in over all the dials and buttons. Shouto leaned right over your lap, his chest warm against your legs, patiently explaining what each one did in his low, calm tone. The depth of his voice was so shocking, but the tone so similar to what it had beenâyou could remember him explaining animals in his coloring book to you in much the same level of careful detail once.
Your head spun with the dichotomy. Baby Shouto, a lifetime away, and adult alpha Shouto here in front of youâ
You hurriedly pushed the thought of adult alpha Shouto down before you could think too deeply on it. That was off limits.
When youâd had your fill and Shouto had managed to make sure you didnât accidentally deploy the ladder in the station itself, he helped you down from the cab, his hands hot on your waist.
âIâm old but still spry enough to get myself down, young man,â you told him as he settled you back on the station floor. Your heartbeat felt like it was somewhere around your throat.
âI did not hear your bones creak at least,â Shouto said, startling you into a laugh again.
His mouth twitched as he led you further into the station, giving you a short tour of the gear racks, the office, the laundry room and fitness room stuffed with several of his coworkers, a room that smelled overwhelmingly of clashing alpha scents, none nearly as good as Shoutoâs.
A cheery red head waved to you from the leg press, that Shouto introduced as Kirishima, and a blonde alpha greeted him with a towel whipped directly at Shoutoâs face. Shouto ducked it with the ease of long practice.
âOi halfie, who the fuck told you you could eat the cookies I brought in?â the blonde demanded, barely sparing you an acknowledging glace as he reracked a mind-bogglingly enormous set of weights.
Shouto introduced him anyway, in a deliberately bland tone that you immediately recognized as one he deployed to rile up Touya. âThis is Bakugou Katsuki.â
âAnswer the damn question,â Bakugou said.
Shouto blinked long and slow and absolutely meant to annoy. You hid a smile. âAm I expected to fight fires on an empty stomach,â Shouto said, flatter than a question.
âIâll fucking show you an empty stomach when I rip out yourââ
âYou must be Y/N,â Kirishima said loudly from the leg press. You instantly clocked a beta disruption technique at work and smiled at him.
âNice to meet you,â you said, searching for something to reply with, uniting in his peace-keeping mission. âThatâsâan impressive amount of weight.â
âThanks!â Kirishima said brightly.
Out of the corner of your eye you caught Shoutoâs head snapping towards you, and you looked back to find his eyes narrowed on you.
âI can press as much,â Shouto said, his tone insistent. He crowded a little closer to you.
Your eyebrows crept towards your hairline, mystified. âIâthatâsâgreat?â
A tiny frown pulled at Shoutoâs mouth, and a disgusted sound issued from Bakugouâs corner of the gym. âYou gotta be fucking kidding me. Take this shit right outta here,â Bakugou demanded.
Shouto ignored him, still staring at you. He pressed closer, his shoulders shifting so that he was angled between you and Kirishima, obscuring most of your line of sight.
âIâmean you definitely look like you can press, um, a lot,â you continued, bewildered. âThe only pressing I do is, uh, french press.â
The frown evaporated from Shoutoâs expression, something suddenly pleased descending over it instead. Beyond him, you thought you could see Kirishima smiling, mouthing you look like you can press a lot to Bakugou, and an answering eye-roll from Bakugou. Oh god. Had you said that?
Your face heated, and you immediately decided an evacuation was in order. âWell thanks for letting us interrupt you. Nice to meet you guys. Shoutoâshould weâ?â
Shoutoâs hand found the small of your back, gently guiding you. All thought of Kirishima and Bakugou suddenly evaporated under the feeling of that hot palm, and you barely managed another wave as Shouto shadowed you out of the room. He led you up a flight of stairs to the dorm area, where several more of his coworkers were arrayed, chatting over their own lunches.
Face still sort of warm, you helped Shouto unpack the soba and the various side dishes youâd grabbed. He disappeared further into the kitchen and returned with glasses of water and the appropriate utensils, arraying everything in front of you.
âSo this is going to be your first run,â you said conversationally, after youâd taken your first bite of soba. âGot any lucky omega in mind?â
Shoutoâs eyes darted up from his chopsticks to your face, grey and blue pinning you. âI have⌠someone in mind,â he said, after a moment.
A strange twinge made itself known in your chest again. You ignored it, shoving more noodles into your mouth determinedly.
âI am sure you will have absolutely no trouble, but I am happy to give you a quick rundown of all the usual hiding spots anyway,â you said. âMost omegas actually end up not too far into the preserve because they want to be caught, so it should be pretty easy.â
One of Shoutoâs brows quirked the tiniest bit. âI have reason to believe Iâll need to follow at least a few miles.â
You felt your own eyebrows lift. Not too many omegas went super far in, unless they were looking to avoid someone or pose a real challenge. You went miles in specifically for that reason as wellâto steer clear of the action, not that it was likely to find you anywayâand get up your tree before anyone came looking.
âThereâs fewer spots that far out because the brush gets all scraggly at the coast,â you said. âThereâs a few outcroppings though that Iâve seen omegas go for. You really think your intended will go that far?â
Shouto considered you for a long moment, those mismatched eyes roving over you. âI do.â
Whoever it was, they were going to make him work for it, huh? You suppressed a growing spot of offense on his behalf.
âAnd youâre sure about this person?â you asked.
Shouto nodded. âI have been sure since I was very small.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the same time as your stomach seemed to drop. That was very sweetâand also strangely disheartening to hear.
Why was that disheartening?
âThenâdo you think theyâre for sure your life mate?â you asked, taking a careful, studied sip of water.
âI do,â Shouto answered. The simplicity of his statement spoke for itself. You were a beta and did not have quite the same capacity to detect your mate as an alpha, but you knew alphas always knew. You wondered if heâd always known he was going to end up an alpha if heâd had that instinctive understanding since he was young.
You wondered why heâd never said anything, all those years youâd grown up together.
Your heart did a strange dip, sinking at the same time it lifted for him.
âIâm really happy for you Shouto. Iâm glad I came back just in time to see you find happiness, when it feels like I have already missed so much else,â you told him.
Shouto leaned forward, catching your eye. His gaze was serious where it caught yours. âI am glad you came back, too. You have been⌠missed,â he said.
Your heartbeat fluttered, and you gripped the edge of the table, trying to quell the feeling. It would not do to be too overwhelmed by Shouto. Not now.
You managed a smile, and quickly rerouted the conversation back to the hiding spots you knew, and the forest trails youâd seen most omegas utilize. Shouto watched you carefully, and you hoped he was committing the information to memory.
After that the conversation turned to more innocuous topics, a rehashing of some of your shared childhood memories, some picking on Touya. The soba disappeared between the two of you, as well as all the side dishes youâd brought. Shouto was incredibly easy to talk to, you foundâa fascinating blend of the earnest, slight shit-stirrer of a little boy youâd known and a blandly funny adult man. He had some of Touyaâs underlying propensity towards intensity, and some of his motherâs thoughtful sweetnessâand you liked the way the familiar traits blended into something faceted and interesting.
He really had grown up.
After lunch he let you explore more of the station, showing you all the compartments on the fire engines, explaining all the equipment. On the way to the door he also let you rifle through the gear bays, showing you his own rack of turnout gear.
He even let you try his jacket on, looking like he was suppressing a smile when the heaviness of it weighed your arms down, watching you flap your arms around, marveling as what was easily twenty pounds of heat-proof fabric resisted you.
No wonder he needed such an intense workout routine.
You couldnât help but be amazed by it allâwho Shouto had turned into, and the fact that he had such an impressive job, one that fit him so well. The fact that he was an adult now, with goals and ambitions that were a lot more grounded than yours. The fact that he was an alpha of all things, and could lift you up into a firetruck as easily as youâd once lifted him off Touyaâs hip.
It was so much to contemplate, and you watched him, helplessly fascinated, as he led you around.
You lingered for long enough that the sky was tinging pink and orange by the time you left, and Shouto saw you to the door, insisting on plugging in his number to your phone so you could text when you got home. You could still feel his eyes on you as you turned the corner down the street, a strange warmth suffusing you as you walked. It kept you warm the entire way home, despite the cool evening air.
It was only when you arrived at your motherâs front door, shooting off your promised text to Shouto that you realized that you were mooning like a girl returning home from a dateâa completely embarrassing, inappropriate tact for your mind to take with someone who had been your childhood friend. Your childhood junior.
Besides, Shouto had explicitly said he had someone in mind already, someone he intended to follow during the run. And you were too old for him, and a beta as well. Alpha-beta couplings were rareâand if Shouto had known who his life mate was since he was very small, and never given any indication it was a betaâwell that spoke for itself.
You shook your head as you let yourself in through the door, trying to slough off the feeling as you called a greeting to your mother. It was sad youâd never get to haul him up a tree after you, the way youâd promised when you were kids. But such was life, you guessed.
Shouto may have grown up into an admirable man and a beautiful alphaâbut he was off limits to you. Youâd make sure you treated him with nothing but the respect and friendly fondness he deserved. Nothing else.
Absolutely nothing else.
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A Much Needed Interview (OP81)
(Part 2 of Teen Dad) Summary: After the shock of Oscar revealing himself to be a former teen dad, he joins an interview in the hopes of clearing everything up and limiting the overwhelming amount of questions he has been getting.
âOscar, it is nice of you to sit down with us. I know it has been an interesting few weeks for you and your family. How are you guys all doing?â The interviewer asks.
âYeah, yâknow, I had expected to one day have to open up about it all, but I never thought Iâd have to do it the way I did. It has been fine, obviously my kids are young enough to not be impacted because they arenât on social media, but it has been strange for my fiancĂŠe who is now getting hundreds of requests on her private account. I have sort of decided to take a break from social media because the response has been overwhelming and like none before. Mostly positive but I think a few people have gotten the wrong idea so I was hoping to clear everything up.â Oscar rambled. He was more nervous about this interview than any he had done before.
âOf course. Why donât we start at the beginning, how did you and your fiancĂŠe meet?â
âWe actually met at one of my races. She went to support one of her close friendâs brothers. After the race that I sadly didnât do too well in, I saw her with her friend and I was kinda frozen in my spot, immediately head over heels. Sadly, it seems like everyone but her noticed. I was too scared to do anything so I just watched her leave. I think I sulked for days, totally regretting my decision to do nothing. A totally heartbroken 16 year old. I looked for her every single race until she finally came back a few months later.â
âOh please tell me you finally got the confidence to shoot your shot.â
âNope! I just stared at her and stuttered when she caught me looking then ran off. I then had an amazing race, I think part of me was just trying to make up for the embarrassment and luckily it seems my car got the memo. After the race she came up to me and asked for my number.â God, he was blushing profusely at the memory. He knew he would be getting slack for this for a very long time.Â
âSuch a story! The young Oscar Piastri was no ladiesâ man.â
âHe was absolutely not. Soon after we started dating.â Oscar awkwardly laughed, sensing what was about to come up.
âAnd then kids came shortly after?â The interviewer asked with care in his voice, certainly able to sense Oscarâs change in attitude.
âYeah. Uh, obviously not planned. I donât think many people plan to become parentâs at 18. It was a shock⌠I didnât handle it the best at first, something I think I will always regret. She was scared and while so was I, I should have been more supportive. I was embarrassed for a while. Felt like a total idiot. I didnât tell anyone outside of my family and made them swear to secrecy. I also began to isolate myself from friends because I couldnât bring myself to tell them but also felt terrible lying. A few months in I finally snapped myself out of it and began to focus on all the wonderfulness that was to come. I loved her more than anything and I would be lying if I said I hadnât already imagined a life together in great detail. By the time we found out it was twins, a boy and a girl, I was ecstatic.â
âWell mate, I donât blame you for your feelings. I definitely would have been a terrible father at 18 so I salute you.â The interviewer joked.
âHonestly, I had the same thought for a while, even when I was excited to have kids. I had so many doubts about it, I mean how could I not? But when it came down to it, I couldnât afford to be anything less than a great father. Of course I had my moments, and still do years later, but I wouldnât be able to let myself be anything less than I am. If you love your kids enough, you find a way.â
âHow did having kids so young impact your career? Obviously it didnât hurt it too much considering you are in your second year driving in Formula 1.â
âWell, I decided I wouldnât advertise my situation unless a team was very serious about me. Prema knew, Alpine did too and of course McLaren does. All were welcoming and accommodating, as much as they could be. I donât think I would have gone with any of them if they werenât cool with it though. I realized the minute my kids were born I would give it all up for them, which scared the hell out of me.â
âThat is admirable. All these years later you are still with their mother, correct?â
âYes! I asked her to marry me over break. Everyone close to us had been confused as to why it took so long but we had discussed marriage together many times and made the decision that because our relationship moved so fast with having kids so young, we would wait a bit. I mean, we are still young but I honestly couldnât wait any longer. She is everything to me and the most wonderful mother my kids could have.â
âHave your kids been around the paddock yet? I assume they are old enough to understand what you do.â
âThey have been to the factory and come with me to meetings when we havenât had a sitter for them. Luckily, they are both very well behaved in public, they also really like watching the races on tv and have somewhat of an understanding of what I do. They donât believe I actually drive the car though.â Oscar rumbled. Trying to convince his twins that yes, their father actually does drive the cars they see going super fast, has been an ongoing issue. They seem to believe he is tricking them but have no problem believing Uncle Logan and Uncle Lando drive the cars. It has definitely humbled him immensely.
âWell you will have to fix that soon huh? Will they be attending races in the future?â
âI am trying to work that out with my fiancĂŠe actually. They are almost four so we donât want them traveling too far, I also donât believe they will be able to be entertained solely by the race the entire time so we have a lot to deal with. But I think seeing them on the paddock supporting me will be one of the best moments of my life. I selfishly canât wait for them to come.â
The interview wrapped up shortly after that. Getting to reminisce on the start of his relationship and how far they have come and how many wonderful things are in the future put Oscar in a deliriously happy mood. He couldnât wait to get home to his family.Â
Walking through the door, he was immediately welcomed to the sound of toddler meltdowns. Fully entering the house, he saw his very tired fiancĂŠe rubbing her face as she tried to calm her babies down. Clearly this had been going on for a while.
Despite how upset she looked, she immediately perked up at seeing Oscar had returned. But that immediately went away as she remembered the screaming kids and how messy the house and herself were.
âSorry honey, I know you are probably so tired after the interview and meetings earlier and these two missed their nap so they are so cranky and I just-â He cut her off with a kiss. Once he pulled away she looked at him, perplexed. A kiss from Oscar was never unwelcome but it was the last thing she expected at that moment.
âHey, look at me.â He said as he put a hand on her cheek. âI love you and our little family so much and you never, ever have to apologize for something as trivial as this. Why donât you go get in the bath and relax a little and I will try to wrangle these two, okay?âÂ
In her eyes, Oscar had never been hotter than he was now. Now it was her turn to surprise him with a kiss, even more passionate than the first. They would have continued if it hadnât been for more screaming from their two kids.
Still, Oscar wouldnât change a thing.
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Everything About Your Future Spouse +Traits & Initials đšđ¤đ (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)
Hi it's Lunadream~ This is my first future spouse reading for you guys, so let me know if you wanna see more readings like this one.â¤ď¸ We will learn everything on your future spouse and specific details about them. hope you find your messageđĽ°
Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!⥠If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 This is a general reading for many people! (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)
Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~â¤ď¸
Pile 1đš
Pile 2đŞˇ
Pile 3đ
Pile 4đˇ
Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~âĄ
On to the readings â> đ
Pile 1đš
Sign energy: Cold, Darling, Concert, Silence, Provide, Saturn, Aries, 5th house, 4th house, Sun,âď¸âď¸âď¸đŤĄ
đšAll about your future spouse: I kinda felt there would for sure be some successful energy from this pile's future spouse lol. Not necessarily prideful but definitely they know their worth, and I'm typically seeing an entrepreneur/family business thing going on with you twođđ đź I love this couple's energy so much. Idk why but I'm getting some of you may be Aries-Aquarius relationship or Aries-Cancer relationship. They could have Capricorn, Aquarius, Aries, Leo, or Cancer placements in their chart. Omg your spouse will know how to mix work and play so well!! Like one minute they are serious down to business and the next dragging you off to a concert and jamming out with you LOL𤣠You guys may tie the knot sometime in winter. It's in the cards my pile 1's this person WILL PROVIDE.đ¸đ°đ Like your future spouse will dedicate so much to their family, and they will make a great parent I'm hearing for those who are interested in thatđđ Omg so like at their work space they are super cold and sooo different from the way they are at home with their spouse/family, at home they are literally so sweet to their partner and love playing with their kids but they DON'T PLAY at work oml like people they work with will have mad respect for your future spouse, I'm kinda getting boss energy so that could be because everyone is under your future spouse or working for them.đđŞđ They show authority to others I'm seeing people greeting your future spouse like saluting to them (maybe they're in high position), bowing to your future spouse, ect. Your future spouse is so soft spoken and sweet with my pile 1's, meanwhile at work they may be more stern or harsh. They don't mind stepping on toes to give everything to their family.đĽşđđ Ride or die for their family vibes. Seriously you will mean so much to this person, you will be a huge highlight in your future spouse's life. It's so sweet, so loving.đĽšâ¤ď¸
đŹInitials: X, F, V, U, R
đLocations: North america, North, Australia, South, Europe (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live togetherđĽ°)
đźOccupations: Entrepreneur, Public figure, Manager, Business owner, CEO, Finance, Artist, Politician, Media Influencer, Property owner, High status official, Entertainment industry
đMessages from your future spouse: I can't believe it, I can't look you in the eyes, You left an impression on me, Come to your senses, I'm so tempted (đ) Extra cards: Public image, Connection, Synchrony, Sagittarius, Cupid
Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!â¤ď¸
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ę(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the red rose emoji~đš Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next readingđ
Pile 2đŞˇ
Sign energy: Eyebrows, Decor, February, Train, Siren, Chiron, 11th house, Water, South node, Earth,đŚđđ°đ
đšAll about your future spouse: Okay so definitely getting water sign energy with this one. Your future spouse has such adorable traits!!đŠđ They may be born in february so Pisces is likely. Aquarius, Earth or Water placements too. They may work online or have an online business, it's something really clever and innovative I'm hearing. Your future spouse will have a very delicate occupation like it's nothing extreme or dangerous it's actually super simple and successful.đđ¨ This may be designing, home related, advertising, ect. I just feel like their job is so sweet idk why. It really suits them and they have such a calm and gentle work space. Your spouse will make money online or that is a source for themđ¸đťđŤ You may connect with them through social media or that is where you first see them. They are intuitive and have exceptional ideas, I feel like they really think out of the ordinary.đĄ For some of you this spouse may have a job that requires getting on a trainđ My pile 2's your future spouse will be unique and very interesting to you.â¨ď¸ They will heal your past, like you can depend on them.đŤ Their eyebrows may be a noticeable physical trait of theirs. Your future spouse may live near a bridge or water, also you guys may have a small thing of growing your own fruits or vegetables?? For some of you that may be the case, it's really cute omg.đĽşđŠˇ This will feel like a very healthy relationship for you both, a breath of fresh air. I feel like this person can be whatever you want them to be, like they will change for the better for you.đ Omg can can we talk about how worried they get over you?? Like if you get injured or they think the slightest thing is bothering you, they will ask you what's wrong and comfort you until you feel better.đ˘đ§đ Like they just know. Your future spouse has soft siren vibes imo, not the intense scary kind but the adorable floppy fish vibes idk??đ𤣠They are just there for you whenever you need themđ This is a really soft and innocent relationship you guys will have. :D
đŹInitials: F, Z, L, W, J
đLocations: U.S.A, Turkey, Hawaii, Indonesia, Australia (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live togetherđĽ°)
đźOccupations: Brand owner, Home design, Online marketing, Architecture, Interior designer, Online business, Editor, Graphic design, Freelance artist, Social media management
đMessages from your future spouse: I get lost in your eyes, All you have to do is ask, I'll tell them myself, Have you thought of me lately? I think you're a great person (They love my pile 2's vibeđđŠˇ) Extra cards: Above, Blood, Embrace, Union, Unrequited love
Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!â¤ď¸
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ę(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the pink lotus emoji~𪡠Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next readingđ
Pile 3đ
Sign energy: Love letter, Wish, Spouse, Chiron, Long, Cancer, Aries, Mercury, 1st house, 3rd house,đđĽ˛đŚđ
đšAll about your future spouse: Wow interesting my pile 3's your future spouse is so recognizable, you will notice them right away.đđâ¤ď¸ Prominent signs for them are Cancer, Aries, Virgo, and Gemini. They will be so into you from the start lol like serious about you. They will confess many times to ensure they have you, They could have long legs or something long in their appearance, their tongue could be.đś Anyways they will speak to you first I'm hearing, it will not be hard for them to strike up a conversation with you. You will be shocked by their forward approach, they may be surprisingly honest in the beginning like "let's get this thing straight, I'm into you" kinda thingđ¤â¤ď¸ But like once you become closer you will see how romantic and loving your future spouse gets with you!! They will compliment you and flirt with you so much, and probably the type to keep telling you they want to marry you.đ đšThey are witty and romantic as hell. The type to brag about their family with you (if you have one) and tell others how in love with you they are. They will talk up my pile 3's so much.đĽşđ Their job may involve communicating with many people. Your future spouse will help you through things that have been affecting you for a while. You will really want to commit to this person I'm hearing, once they got you.. you won't wanna leaveđ They speak openly about the things they want and leave it out there waiting for you to fulfill themđ Like saying they want affection without actually asking or telling you they're cold just to see if you'll cuddle them.𼺠This is so sweet, they know all the words to say to make you blush.đŁđ Your future spouse will know they want to marry you upon first meeting or the early stages of the connection, also for some of you this person has been wishing and hoping to marry you or find you for a long time.âłď¸ Once they have you they won't stop telling you how pretty/hot you aređłâ¤ď¸âđĽ They are great communicators, like really smooth.đ Kisses with them will beđđ
And hugs will beđŤđ That is all I will say about thatđ My pile 3's your future spouse will be so caring and doting to you, they will take good care of you guys!!
đŹInitials: N, U, X, B, K
đLocations: Canada, Finland, Peru, Africa, India (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live togetherđĽ°)
đźOccupations: Writer, Poet, Personal trainer, Motivational speaker, Public speaker, An activist of some kind, Family business, Preacher, Blogger, Screenwriter, News reporter, Broadcaster
đMessages from your future spouse: I can't help myself, Just dance with me, I wish, There's distance between us, So what if we're a thing? Extra cards: Listen, Kitty, Ego, Enchanting, Comment (Yeah they are one with their wordsđŹâ¤ď¸âđĽ)
Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!â¤ď¸
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ę(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the flower bouquet emoji~đ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next readingđ
Pile 4đˇ
Sign energy: Hater, Age, Walk, Leo, 10th house, 7th house, 5th house, Gemini, Moon, Chiron,đ§ąđŚĽđđŚ
đšAll about your future spouse: There is a lot going on with this pile.𤯠Your future spouse is someone very important, on the top of success in their field.đđź They are charismatic and good with all kinds of people, they know how to gain respectđ¤ You guys may have a significant age gap with this person, I'm getting they are older than most of you. My pile 4's feel more youthful, that is the vibe I'm getting from you guys. Your future spouse has a masculine energy and approach to things, very dominant feel. I'm getting model/acting/CEO/millionaire/high up official vibes.â¨ď¸ Take what resonates but I am seeing not everyone will approve of your relationship with them.đŹđŤ For some of you this could be your mom or someone who is protective over you, they may not want you to marry this person. Your future spouse will be very well off in terms of financeđ¸ I'm getting the vibe they may push you guys away at first, maybe you want to rush into things with them but they don't think you are ready.âď¸đ¤¨ They may put their walls up at first, but eventually they will realize you are worthy and successful in their eyes.đđ At first your future spouse will come off dismissive of you since they are used to having many admirers that get on their nerves, your future spouse may have issues with gold diggersđ°đ§˛ I'm seeing people tryna put their hands on them and they're just like đ get the fk away. LOL they hate it. Everyone thinks they are one of a kind and want a piece of them, your future spouse will recieve so much attention.đ Also people will be jealous of you and your spouse like why her/him??đđ¤ Your relationship will be sought after by many. Your future spouse may also take walks often, that could be something you two do together.𼰠They will protect and provide for my pile 4's, nothing will get in their way of you guys seriously.đĽşâ¤ď¸ When you two are finally committed things will get spicy aswellâ¤ď¸âđĽ
đŹInitials: W, C, M, T, D
đLocations: Turkey, Hawaii, Canada, Brazil, Thailand (These can be significant to you or them, or places you meet, travel or live togetherđĽ°)
đźOccupations: Public figure, Business owner, Entertainer, CEO, Entrepreneur, Model, Acting, Investor, Marketer, Producer, Fashion industry, Brand ambassador
đMessages from your future spouse: You're talking nonsense, Smile for me, We might move too fast, You're my addiction, Listen up (Lol they're like listen here pile 4 you belong to themđđ) Extra cards: Skin, Beach, Compulsive, Beloved, Expand (I'll leave it to you guys imagination on that oneđł)
Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!â¤ď¸
I hope you enjoyed your reading! Ę(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )É If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the tulip emoji~đˇ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! Wish you the best and see you in the next readingđ
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catching fire dash simulator
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my streams have been cutting all season omfg what is going on
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anybody heard from cinna lately?
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Plutarch Heavensbee circa 2282
revolutionarykatniss
As if itâs not ENOUGH that yall wanna fuck the most morally bankrupt man alive who is more than complicit because he gets paid to live in luxury to ORCHESTRATE the deaths of innocents so that theyâre a spectacle and donât have the option to die even semi peacefully. as if thatâs not enough. You wanna fuck him when heâs ugly?
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anyone else still thinking about how caesar and peeta were kinda ..
czrflckmn
Arenât you the one who had the week long meltdown about peeta being overfamiliar with him
caesarflickerwoman
Well you see Iâm gay and a man now
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already tired of this fucking season of everlark -_- idgaf about the fucking fog
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DISTRICT ONE GONNA SEND THEM A CANCELLATION NOTICE!! #CASHMEREGLOSS4EVER
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everyone looooooves to act like NOTABLE cishet peeta is so gay w caesar as if his gay cohost isn't right there.... slaying in a wig..... sending yearning glances caesar's way right before the camera cuts......
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tbh sheâs got the WORST taste in allies idek why i continue to stan. girl MAGS?
#my girl going to get slorn :/
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She is choosing with her HEART she chose to save peeta in the games REMEMBERRRRRRRR sheâs literally a lovergirl to the core
#lovecore #heartcore #truelove
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Caesar flickerman kidn if a laughing gnome. Reblog
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Iâve supported finnick through a lot and defended them and Iâve always been proud they're from my district but honestly they went way too far by doing the salute during the interview. I can only hope that they just got caught up in the moment with everyone else doing it and obviously itâs a stressful situation but I donât think I can continue endorsing them. Iâll be changing my url this week.
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hey guys i know times are tough for everyone and the capital has really cracked down but my mutual @divorceepeeta got flogged the other day and could really use some help. v3nmo here. anything helps #signalboost #mockingjay
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Tbh the baby is the saddest thing I've ever heard </3
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Another citizen falling for capital propaganda. It's so glaringly apparent that this is made up to draw in views. The tributes undergo extensive medical examination prior to the games. They would NEVER let a pregnant woman compete.
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As if killing children has ever stopped them before?
#We all saw him fall to protect her stomach before they even started the victory tour #Is it that ridiculous to believe two newlyweds fresh out of a life or death situation would celebrate a little carelessly?
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If you think even the marriage is real you're stupider than I thought. Peeta spends every interview begging us to see his truth. The capital is shamelessly silencing him and "the baby" is a distraction.
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URL CHANGE!! faggotpeeta->peetasbabymama
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this isnt funny. peeta's a real person with real feelings. it will never be funny to call someone a f***** as a joke. how would you feel if my url was f*****peetasbabymama?
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ok
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isnt cupcakeeverlark literally prez snow's 12 yr old granddaughter lol
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OOMF IS 12???????????
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the age is the problem here?
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New content of my favorite tribute đđđ
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Girl thereâs a 96% chance they die ?
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getting reports from the presidential banquet that Peeta looks gay as fuck
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ik peeniss has been flagging w the rehearsed speeches but did anyone else see the way they looked at each other in the censored district 11 speech
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youâre STUPID sheâs a capital pawn AND i fucked your mom while you were busy looking for illegal streams
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rip seneca you were so babygirl </3
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so now you think we canât fuck old men?
#this fandom is so ageist #this is prob what I get for blogging about thg tbh since # itâs literally about kids. Some of you ppl need to grow up
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i. alkaline - t.w.
pairing: female driver! x toto wolff
word count: 2.7k
warnings: cursing, significant age-gap, power imbalances, slow burn, eventual smut, inappropriate work relationships, mentions of infidelity, drug/alcohol use, use of common fic tropes
synopsis: as the first american female driver for formula one, you are thrust into the competitive world of racing. when you are approached by a team principal willing to make a deal, you presented with the opportunity of a lifetime.
author's note: this is my first f1 related fic, so i may have made some errors in terminology. the title is based on the song alkaline by sleep token. i recommend listening while reading! please, please, please let me know if you like the fic! i plan on making this my first f1 series :')
racing was never in the cards.Â
well, racing a nearly 1,800 pound car was never in the cards.Â
especially at speeds reaching two hundred miles an hour.Â
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yet, here you were, shaking jamesâ hand, beaming as the cameras flashed. there were a flurry of voices, all of them nearly trembling with excitement, relief, and well, hope. if you were able to accomplish eighth place today, what did that mean for the future of williams racing?Â
would williams be a sizable contender for the 2025 constructorsâ championship? would they be able to squash the disbelief? the doubts? hell, if you kept this up, there was a chance that you could get williams into the top ten of the 2024 championship.Â
were you what they had been missing for so long?Â
were you the key to their future success?
âgreat job,â jamesâ voice is nearly hoarse, more than likely from all of the celebration, âyou wouldnât believe what theyâre saying about you.âÂ
âprobably nothing great,â you scoff, rolling your eyes slightly, âiâm sure that everyone is claiming i didnât deserve it.âÂ
âquite the contrary,â a chuckle bubbles up from his throat, âthey all adore you.âÂ
âwas it because i gave the camera the finger?âÂ
âno,â there is a slight twinkle in his eyes, quite the contrary from what you were used to, âthey love you because youâre you. there is no one in this sport who is quite like you.
thereâs an authenticity that cannot be replaced. itâs obvious you have a true passion for racing. it shows on the track. good job, today.âÂ
heat flourished into your cheeks, tears welling up at jamesâ words. after years of being ridiculed by team principals, attacked by fans, and bashed by the media, praise was something to be cherished. it was always welcomed warmly, your heart swelling as james brought you in for a sweaty embrace.Â
âthank you, james,â the words are slightly muffled as he squeezes you gently, âyou know how much that means to me. thank you for believing in me.â
âof course,â james murmurs, rubbing your back ever so slightly, âgreat job, american girl. you deserve this. go do some interviews, flash that beautiful grin of yours, and then get some rest. you need it.â
âno partying?â you arch your brow, âi think i deserve a drink or two.â
âmaybe a little bit,â another chuckle rings out, âi just donât want to see any press about it in the morning. thatâs the last thing we need after our victory today.â
âright, right,â you nod your head, saluting the principal, âaye, aye captain.â
âitâs principal,â james shoots you a wink before turning to several engineers, the group getting swept away into the chaos.Â
no matter how well the team did, there was always chaos after a race. it was typical, routine even. there was always the pit crew cleaning up, shouting to one another as the fans trickled out of the stands. engineers milled about, tablets in hand, murmuring to one another, pointing out aspects of the car that needed improvement. there was always some piece of the car that could be adjusted, a slight tweak or advancement. it could make the car faster, or it could only lead to inevitable disaster.Â
exhaling, you stroll out of the paddock, the dread of facing the press weighing down every step.Â
you could turn around, and hide in the paddock.Â
however, this was part of being a driver. simply a requirement of the job. press was an essential aspect of formula one. how else would the world know how you felt after that race? how else would information about driver contracts, car modifications, disqualifications be shared?
how else would the world have known about the first american female formula in formula one? Â
you had to at least thank the press for that.Â
even if it was shared before your official announcement that you were joining williams racing for the 2023 racing season.Â
âthere she is!â a voice calls out, light and airy.Â
the corners of your lips tug into a smile as you see daniel ricciardo jogging towards you. before you know it, his arms are wrapping around your frame, holding you tight. heâs sweaty, per usual, but you accept the gesture, suppressing a giggle as he sways you back and forth.Â
âi knew you could do it! i knew you could do it!â
âdonât puncture her lungs, please,â another voice chimes in, âi would like to keep her around, you know.â
daniel releases you promptly, placing a swift peck on your cheek, âno need to fret alex. iâm not that mighty.â
âiâm more worried about contracting any diseases from the land down under,â scrunching your nose, you wave your fingers at daniel, earning yet another laugh from the australian.Â
âthe only disease youâd contract are my insanely good looks.â
âhere we go again,â alex rolls his eyes, âare we ready to face the press or what?â
âi think so,â daniel shrugs, âgo ahead, alex. weâll follow you.â
alex shoots you an inquiring glance, but begins to walk in the direction of the conference room. once he was a reasonable distance away, daniel clears his throat.Â
âsomeone seemed a little jealous.â
âi wouldnât say jealous,â you canât help but defend alex, âheâs probably a little bitter.â
âfifteenth place is nowhere as good as eighth,â daniel points out, the notes in his tone solemn, âheâs been there a few years and seen subpar results. you came in last year and have pretty damn good ones. iâm sure he canât help but feel a little bit of envy.âÂ
âmaybe he just had a bad race.â
âyou say that everyââ daniel begins, but heâs swiftly cut off as you pull open the door to the conference room.Â
all around, cameras flash, reporters chirp out questions, and phones are immediately pointed in your direction. sucking in a deep breath, you settle on the couch next to daniel, max verstappen across from you. he shoots you a thumbs up, complemented with a wide smile. alex was on your right, fiddling a loose thread.Â
confusion consumes you momentarily once you realize that max was the only one from the podium to remain in the conference room. checo and carlos were not present. so why was he still here?Â
daniel passes you the mic, placing it on your lap. a shit-eating grin plasters his face, and you grimace. of course he was going to make you speak first. hesitantly, you pick up the mic, clearing your throat.Â
âhello, everyone. any questions?â
immediately a reporter butts in, âhow does it feel to not only be one of the only women competing in formula one, but the first american woman to place in a race?â
your hand tingles as you hold up the mic, trembling slightly. public speaking was never your forte. fuck you, daniel.Â
âw-well,â you curse yourself for stuttering, âi take a lot of pride in the way i compete, especially as such a trailblazer for women who love the sport. iâm aware that there is a lot of unrest and outcry concerning my gender and how iâm not âsupposedâ to be competing with the menââ
âi think sheâs a worthy opponent,â maxâs voice interjects, âshe competes at the same intensity as we do, if not more. she is going to be standing next to me on a podium in a matter of weeks. iâve never met someone so driven to win or passionate about the sport.Â
we pay no attention to her gender. it doesnât affect us. we pay attention to her character. i do not want to speak for her, but i am sure she would appreciate it if you all refrained from the gender based questions. ask her about the race.â
as he finishes speaking, his eyes drift back to you, sparkling ever so slightly. his cheeks were tinged a pink hue from the passionate sentiment, and you couldnât help but just sit there, frozen with disbelief.Â
max verstappen, three time world champion, one of the best drivers to ever step foot on a formula one track, publicly praised you. in a room full of journalists, no less.Â
sure, you were friendly with max. since there were only twenty drivers, most of you were close, on and off the grid. you had exchanged numerous conversations with max over the last year, but you were still a little intimidated by the dutch driver.Â
of course, who wouldnât be? he was a dominant force on the track, winning nineteen of the twenty-two races last season.Â
so yeah, when he just did nothing but send you the uttermost praise in a room bustling with the press, you were going to a little starstruck.
âdo you have any additional remarks to maxsâ comments?â a reporter snaps you out of your trance, âyou appear to be a little off-put by what he just said.â
blinking, you bring the mic to your lips, âno, i actually appreciate what he said. maybe that means you guys will finally take me seriously.â
âare you under the impression that formula one does not take you seriously?â
as the reporter baits you to respond, a twinge of frustration brews in your stomach, churning it into a knot. sucking in a sharp breath, you focus your attention to the reporter.Â
âno, that is not what i said. it is the simple fact that i have been working my ass off this last year to be a competitive racer. iâve worked tirelessly with williams racing to place. iâve been trying to earn points for my team because i believe in my team and i want us to succeed. yet nearly every day i wake up, someone on social media posts some bullshit or bashes me for competing.Â
iâve been making a name for myself, and look where it has gotten me. you all are more concerned about my gender than the race i just had. i think itâs a bit frivolous to be more invested in my gender than my racing. so yeah, when the three time world champion says something good about me, i would hope that you guys listen to it.â
thereâs a few gasps from a few reporters, and you canât help but notice all of the beady red lights on the cameras. of course that was all recorded. of course it was going to be blasted all over social media these next couple of days.Â
so much for good press.Â
setting down the mic, you lean over to daniel. the words are low enough so that only he can hear, âiâm done here.â
âi donât blame you,â the aussie plucks the mic out of your hands, âget out of here. cool down. iâm sorry about that prick.â
âdonât worry about it,â you mutter, cheeks burning hot with sheer anger, âiâm leaving before i cuss them all out.â
âatta girl,â daniel winks, âiâd like to see that, though.â
ânot now,â you bite your lip, âi need to bite my tongue.â
as you get up, maxâs gaze is full of sympathy. alexâs mouths, iâm so sorry, disappointment painting his features. walking across the stage, danielâs words drown in your ears.Â
balling your fists together, the tingly sensation resides as you march towards your motorhome. tears blur your vision, strings of curses filling the air as you walk. after that little incident in the press room, james was not going to be happy. of course, after everything you accomplished today, it was diminished somehow.Â
by an asshole reporter, at that.Â
flinging open the door to the motorhome, you resist the urge to just scream. it would not help much, but god would it be cathartic. however, there were more important things to be addressed. you needed to decompress and settle down.Â
as much as you wanted to celebrate with a few drinks, a shower, some comfy clothes, and your bed were more appealing.Â
maybe a glass of wine in bed wouldnât hurt.Â
as you unzip your fire suit, a knock at the door disturbs the silence.Â
shit. just as you were finally getting settled.Â
groaning, you spin on your heel, making your way to the door.Â
âdaniel, i swear to fucking god. i donât want to talk right nowââ
however, it was not daniel standing at the entrance of your motorhome.Â
before you was torger wolff, also known as toto wolff, team principal of mercedes-amg petronas.Â
donning a white team button-up, the sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his muscular build. inky black slacks were on his lower half, making him appear taller than he already was. fluffy brunette hair stood up on nearly all ends, messy from the stress and chaos of the race.
however, there was no denying he was handsome. with sharp, angular features, and wrinkles scoured in his face over the years, it gave him a powerful yet stoic aura.Â
like his name suggested, he was like a wolf, poised and eager to pounce.
yet, you were more focused on his eyes. a brilliant, warm, mocha-hued gaze framed by thick, dark lashes. and they were peering right at you, taking in the sight of you in your half-zipped fire suit, a black long sleeve underneath.Â
your eyes widen, a hand covering your mouth. sheer embarrassment courses through you, heat flooding your cheeks, trickling down your neck, âi â oh my god. um, oh my god, i am so fucking sorry.â
clearing his throat, he arches a brow, âdid i come at a bad time?â
âno,â you shake your head, perhaps a little quickly, âno, no, no. please, come in. how rude of me.â
there is no readable expression across the austrianâs features, his lips pucking ever so slightly, âit wonât be long, i promise.â
swallowing a lump in your throat, you step back, inviting the principal in to the motorhome. you lead him to the kitchen, gesturing to a barstool, âyou can sit here if youâd like.â
he glances at the stool, yet does not sit. your brows furrow as he remains standing. leaning against a counter, you fold your arms across your chest.Â
âis there a reason you stopped by?â
âas you know,â toto begins, âlewis is leaving mercedes after the 2024 season. he will be joining ferrari in 2025. to put it simply, i am on the hunt for my second driver.â
your lips purse, âiâm not sure why you came to me. you would have better luck with carlos. heâs looking for a team. i made a verbal commitment to james. iâll be staying with williams through 2026.â
âis that so?â toto inquires, taking a step towards you, âand why are you choosing to stay with a team that limits your potential?â
the question takes you aback, âiâm not sure you what mean.â
rolling his eyes, he tuts, âwilliams racing is nowhere as near as competitive of a team as ferrari, redbull, mclaren, or mercedes. for years theyâve been piddling around, finishing at the bottom of the championship. yes, their drivers are talented, but they are not given opportunities to thrive.â
his comment sends another wave of anger coursing through you, your fists balling at your sides, âyou have no idea what youâre talking aboutââ
âactually, i do. iâve been around a long time. iâve seen a lot more than you ever have. james is a great team principal, but you are not going to compete if you stay at williams. eventually, youâll be like alex. youâll finish with mediocre results. youâll lose faith in the team who you once cherished so deeply. youâll be ridiculed even more by the world of formula one, even more so than you already are.â
gritting your teeth, you take a step forward, âi think itâs time for you to leave.â
âwhat?â toto cocks his head, âdid i say something you didnât want to hear, little dove? did i strike a chord?â
âi think youâre just projecting,â you maintain your composure as the principal scoffs, âthatâs exactly what happened to lewis, and youâre afraid itâs going to happen to george.â
âyouâre a smart girl,â it takes a moment for you to realize how close the two of you had suddenly gotten.
he was in very close proximity now, only a few inches apart, looking down at you with a wickedly smug grin, âand i know that youâre very aware that formula one is a business. i have to maintain the mercedes reputation and acquire a driver who will bring us home podiums.âÂ
âi think youâll have that luck with carlos,â breaking away, your gaze settles on the door of the motorhome.Â
fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head upwards.Â
âbut i want you to drive for mercedes. i want to make you a world champion.â
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mattheo riddle x fem!reader
wc. 1.9k words
summary: after pairing up with a slytherin for a potion project, you somehow find yourself unable to tear away from him Â
tw. fem!reader, reader is implied to be a gryffindor, party, mention of minors drinking. Set in sixth year but everyone is 17
a/n. This is part 2 of D is for Dangerous. Mattheo is actually so hot I had to physically stop myself from turning this into smut đ
Quidditch season has its way of bringing students of the same house together. No matter your opinion on your fellow housemates, quidditch is quidditch. Heading down to the great Hall for breakfast, you can feel the excitement of the first match of the season; Ravenclaw against Slytherin. You sit down at the Gryffindor table, serving yourself some porridge, fruits and a cup of coffee. As you start eating, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around, meet with Mattheo, smirking at you. âWeâre hosting a party tonight after the match, wanna come?â You knit your brows. âAlready planning a party? You didn't even win yet!??â Mattheo flashes you a confident smile. âWinning is guaranteed, Ravenclawâs team isn't winning anytime soon.â You snort, teasing him. âNah yall gonna lose.â
Mattheo gasps dramatically at your response, clutching his heart, pretending to be under some sort of great physical pain. âHow dare you. Do you have no faith in me???â you laugh at his dramatic antics. âAre they even gonna let you play? You skipped detention the whole week.â Mattheo grins slyly at you, as if you had asked an absurd question. âOf course theyâll let me play, I'm the best chaser weâve gotâ He says cockily, earning himself a glare from Blaise. âBesides, Iâve already got out of those detentions with a little help from Theo, no need to worry.â You roll your eyes, serving yourself another cup of coffee. âPlease don't bring Theo into your shitâŚâ You look around, trying to catch a glimpse of the boy. âTheo isn't even here, is he still asleep???â Draco pipes up. âHe's up, probably still under the shower.â You nod. âWell you better catch the snitch quickly, it's cold as shit outside.â Draco rolls his eyes at your comment and scoffs. âDon't tell me what to do, I'll catch it at my own pace.â You sigh, already regretting not bringing something hotter against the cold November weather. Before anyone can add anything, Theodore arrives, greeting everyone with a nod. âWell well well, look who decided to join usâŚâ At Theoâs arrival, you decide to take your plate and cup, sitting down at the Slytherin table. Blaise smiles, knocking your shoulder with his. âFinally decided to join us huh?â You salute him. âYes sir.â He lets out a soft chuckle, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. You glance to your right, Theo still standing up, still half asleep. You pat the spot next to you. âSit down and eat. You have 10 minutes before you guys have to leave.â Theoâs eyes meet yours, he nods and takes the stop next to you, you serve him a cup of coffee and Lorenzo starts piling up food on his plate. Theo blinks a couple of times, trying to chase the fatigue. âHow are you so⌠hyper this morning?â His voice is still laced with sleep, deeper than usual. You smile, hoping he can't tell how his voice alone is affecting you. âThis is actually my fourth cup of coffee.â Theo shakes his head, mumbling Oh dio under his breath. He takes a bite of food. âIf we win, will you come to the party?â Mattheo sends him a look âYou mean WHEN we win.â You smile and glance at Mattheo who's already looking at you.
The next few minutes are spent by Draco, Mattheo and Blaise discussing the best way to beat ravenclaw â in the most humiliating way possible â Theo nodding along, playing with the food on his plate. They leave in a hurry to get changed in their quidditch robes. Lorenzo gets up and starts heading to the quidditch area, you and Pansy following. The three of you head out of the school, the freezing November breeze making you shiver. Tucking your face into your scarf you decide now is the perfect time to talk. âI am NOT lasting âtil the end of the year, Riddle is gonna be the death of me.â Pansy laughs, as if she was expecting you to bring up Mattheo, Lorenzo on the other hand looks concerned considering how much you ramble about him. âMay I ask why Riddle out of all people is gonna be the death of you?â He inquired, his voice tinged with playful judgment. You flash him an apologetic smile and start gushing about Mattheo. âDid you see how he looked at me earlier??? I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.â Pansy grabs your arm, a delighted laugh escaping her lips, as Lorenzo gives you a weirded out look â he's not quite sure what you mean by that.Â
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The match finally came to an end, Slytherin completely obliterating Ravenclaw with a whooping 250 to 50. You meet up with the rest of the group in the Great Hall for lunch. âMattheo that goal was something else, I mean throwing the quaffle all the way from the Slytherin goalpost and scoring? It was amazing.â Blaise nods in agreement, headlocking Mattheo, ruffling his hair. âYou were insane out there mate, I didn't expect you to score like that.â Mattheo finally getting out of Blaiseâs tight grip, he smirks at you. âTold ya we were gonna win. Now you better come to the party angelâ You roll your eyes trying to ignore how your stomach seems to be doing cartwheels because of a simple pet name. Pansy smiles. âBring your dress so you can get ready in my room.â âOkay!â
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âYou look great.â You make eye contact with Pansy through the bathroom mirror, adding some mascara to your lower lashes. Youâre wearing a black slip dress, with black high knee boots and your hair is down. You smile. âThanks Pans, I love your dress by the way. It's so cute!â Pansy smiles, crouching down to put on her heels. You let out a yawn, feeling the lack of sleep of last night â as well as the caffeine crash â getting to you. You set the mascara tube down, giving yourself one last once over, before heading into the Slytherin common room with Pansy. As you both get down to the common room, pansy whispers âGo get your man.â in your ear. The party is in full swing, music blaring and people drinking and dancing everywhere. The room is dimly lit with Slytherin color, the atmosphere lively and electric. In the sea of partying students, you spot Mattheo, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other. He spots you too, greeting you with a hug. âHey, nice dressâ He speaks loudly, trying to make himself heard over the loud music. He hands you a drink. âThanks! Pansy kinda left me. Do you know where she went?â Mattheo looks around, trying to find her. He taps your shoulder, giving you a shrug. âI can't see her sorry angel.â He pauses, taking a hit of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into rings. He smirks, eyes roaming around your body. âSeems like youâre stuck with me sweetheart.â You roll your eyes, unable to meet his â suddenly finding the content of the drink he had handed you interesting. You glance at him
You take a sip of your drink, face scrunching at the taste of alcohol burning your throat. You turn back to look at Mattheo, only to find him already looking at you. It's not the way he usually looks at you, with mischief because saying or doing something that would get him in trouble, thereâs something different in those eyes and it seems whatever changed somehow makes you even more drawn to him. You can already feel your body loosening up, the alcohol making its way in your system. You grab the half burned cigarette from his grasp, taking a hit. There's a hint of surprise in Mattheoâs expression, that's quickly replaced by delight and something else you can't quite place your finger on.Â
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You are not God's strongest soldier. Three drinks in and you somehow found yourself resting your head on Mattheoâs chest, arms around his waist, one of his hands on the small of your back, the other holding onto his â technically yours since he stole it â drink. The scent of his cologne â a citrus and musky scentâ filling your nostrils. The party is still raging, people everywhere and it doesn't seem to stop anything soon. Mattheo gently whispers in your ear. âHey sweetheart can't have you falling asleep on me, why don't you call it a night huh?â â you can practically see the small smirk that must be forming on his face â You distance yourself from him, just enough to see his face. His eyes find yours and he smiles. It's a smile you could get used to seeing â it's sweet and it makes you believe you might actually have a change with the boy â you nod, silently agreeing to call if for today. âMkay⌠I'll go to sleep.â Maybe it was because of the smile heâd flashed or maybe it had only to do with the alcohol you had, but you get on your tiptoes, kissing him goodnight. âI think you missed darling, you must be very drunk if you don't know where my lips areâ Its harmless teasing really, usually a simple eye roll to brush it off would have done the trick. But today, you decide that yes, maybe you should kiss him if it means heâll finally realize youâd like to be the only one he flirts with, the only one he kisses. And so you roll your eyes, âYouâre so demanding Riddle, youâre lucky I love you.â and kiss him. Itâs sweet, you can taste the lingering taste of the alcohol on his lips. He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, his lips moving against yours and you're suddenly aware of what you're doing. You break the kiss and mumble a quick âgood nightâ before heading upstairs, crashing in Pansyâs room
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Drinking was not a good idea. At all. Whatever was in the drinks, it was strong, strong enough that you find yourself waking up the next morning having absolutely no recollection of why you were not in your bed. You can tell Pansy is in bed with you by the steady sound of breathing behind you. You try getting up an arm wrapping around your waist, someone snuggling into you. You freeze, turning your head slightly â to your surprise Mattheo is behind you, seemingly still asleep. âHm Mattheo? Wake up.â You try shaking him awake. He makes a noise between a groan and moan but he opens his eyes, taking you in. âwhat?â You look at him bewildered, wondering how he could be so calm. âWhat??? What do you mean âwhatâ??? The hell are you doing in Pansyâs room and why are you sleeping next to me???â Now itâs Mattheoâs turn to look confused. âHey hey hey, calm down princess, I'll have you know last night you crashed in MY room, and i need my beauty sleep so I slept on my bed. I was sure you wouldn't mind⌠you know since you love me.â he adds teasingly. Oh the bastard. You can already feel your cheeks flustered and unfortunately for you, the memories of last night are finally becoming clearer. And you can clearly remember not only telling him you loved him but the feel of his lips against yours. You blink trying to chase the memory from your mind. âI- ok maybe I do. But so what?â He smiles as if he knew you would say something like that. âI was thinking about asking you out so that we could share our first kiss more⌠romantic setting but looks like you beat me to it angel.â âOh shut up Riddle.â He smirks. âSo, can I be your boyfriend?â âYesâ
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Little excerpt of the next Masked chapter for you all:
âHey Damian,â Dick said with a smile that he hoped didnât look too forced.
âGrayson,â Damian sniffed.
âI brought you something!â Dick pulled his backpack off and searched around for it. He had brought something for each of his brothers. He was trying, damn it. The grey and white stuffed animal cat was stupidly soft in Dickâs hands as he pulled it out. âTada!â
Damian leaned back. âWhat is it?â
Dick blinked. âWhat? Itâs a stuffed animal. I know you didnât get to really bring much of anything with you, so I thought something comforting would be nice.â
âI am not a child, I do not need to be comforted.â
Dick bit back the retort that Damian was very much a child and just set the stuffed animal down on the edge of the table.
âEveryone needs comfort. But itâs okay if you donât want it! Just leave it there if not and Iâll see that it gets donated or something. Itâsâyeah,â Dick said, making himself cut off any blabber. Itâs fine, Damian didnât have to like him. âIâm going to gather up Jason and Tim to play a game before lunch if you want to join us. If not, thatâs okay too!â
Damian just gave a little click of his tongue and regarded Dick coldly as Dick made his escape.
One brother down, two to go. Tim next. Tim was easier than Jason.
Tim was, though, challenging to track down.
âHey Tim, what are you doing out here?â Dick asked when he finally found Tim on a balcony that was really more decorative than functional.
Tim started and dropped his pen. It rolled off the balcony and fell, fell, fell down into the bushes blow.
Tim sighed.
Dick winced. âSorry about that, I didnât mean to scare you.â
âYou didnât scare me. I was just surprised,â Tim said as he quickly closed the folder that he had been had been working in. He hunched slightly around it. âI didnât even know you were in town.â
âStill, Iâm sorry. Iâm just back until after lunch. I wanted to see youâd like to play a game. Oh, and give you these.â Dick fished the plastic box out of his bag and handed it over. âI noticed your skateboard wheels were pretty worn out, and I know you can just get what you normally have, but I thought Iâd get you something fun to try too. These are supposed to be good on wet pavement and, well, it is Gotham.â
âOh.â Tim just blinked at Dick, like heâd never been given a âjust becauseâ present and didnât know what to do, before he finally reached out and took the box. He peered at the green, wavey shaped wheels curiously. âThese are great. Iâll put them on before I go out next time.â
âYeah?â Disk smiled. âCool. Let me know how they do, okay?â
Tim smiled shyly back. âYeah.â
âOkay, right.â Dick gave his hands a clap. âMeet me in the living room? Iâve got to track down Jason still.â
âTry the library,â Tim suggested.
Dick gave a little salute as he set off that way. It was his first guess too. Jason always spent time in the library when he was trying to avoid big emotions and right then there were a lot of big emotions. Dick got it. He wanted to be back at the Tower curled up with Phantom. Instead he was rapping his knuckles against the door frame of the library as he entered it.
Jason was in âhisâ seatâa seat that had remained empty since⌠since Jasonâs death. Now that Jason was back, miraculously alive, the seat was finally be used again. It made Dickâs heart full to see it and he couldnât help the smile that lit up his face.
âHey, little wing.â
âDonât call me that,â Jason growled.
Well, he wasnât so little any more, Dick supposed. He tried not to let the response ruin his happiness.
âSorry, Jay. Iâve got something for you!â Dick pulled out the paper wrapped package and bounced over to Jason.
Jason just eyed it warily, like it would bite. âWhat is it?â
âJust open it.â
âTell me what it is.â
Dick held back a sigh. âItâs just books, Jason.â
Finally Jason reached out and took the package. He was still cautious as he pealed back the paper. Then he got that confused look on the face he had a lot since coming back.
âI figured while you were⌠gone,â Dick said. Jason snorted sourly, âthat you wouldnât have been able to finish the series. I know that you were reading it before.â
âYou mean before I was killed,â Jason said. He threw the words out so casually, tossed between them like a bear trap. âIâm not a fucking kid anymore.â
Dick held back saying that eighteen was still basically a kid, he remembered how he had been at eighteen. He had thought himself such an adult.
Breathe. âI know youâre not. But I just⌠I thought youâd still like to see how the series ended. If Iâm wrong, thatâs okay. Maybe Damian would like to read them someday. It doesnât hurt the library to have more books.â
ââŚyeah, doesnât hurt,â Jason said. He brushed his fingers over the cover.
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"maybe itâs the way you say my name, maybe itâs the way you play your game,"
genre/warning: narumi gen x gn platoon leader!reader, fluff, mutual pining, confession, reader is kinda oblivious and in denial, ooc? idk
a/n: back at it again with my 'narumi but he's not always the loser everyone thinks he is' agenda... also this is very much self indulgent 1.8k wc
"you're blind as fuck."
your body recoils, genuinely hurt from the insult. "excuse me? what the heck is that supposed to mean?" you pout, brows furrowed in offense and confusion.
shinonome rolls her eyes. "i stand by what i said. you're blind, y/n. if your vision is as good as ours here, you would've seen the way captain narumi looks at you."
you let out a groan. "not this again! i told you guys he doesn't like me that way. this is the captain we're talking about. he's not even the type to be into that romance stuff anyway," you say, suddenly finding more interest in pushing around the food in your tray.
at the table where you're sitting with your fellow platoon leaders, tachibana throws a calculating glance from beside you. "she's right, you know? i think everyone in our division already noticed how fond he is of you. why do you think he's been coming to our training sessions lately?" he questions.
"because it's his job...?" you say with a deadpan, and it makes shinonome let out a sympathetic laugh. "it is but that didn't stop him from skipping group trainings ever since he became the captain. look, you got injured during our last operation. captain narumi started overseeing our trainings right after the day you were discharged, even though you haven't fully recovered yet. can you see what we're seeing here?"
you can. but that still doesn't mean anything right?
wanting to put an end to the conversation, you shake your head in refusal. "you guys are overthinking this. besides, can we stop already? we shouldn't be talking about our superior behind his back in the first place." you say before making a move to leave, your comrades shaking their heads exasperatedly at how oblivious you are.
on the way back to your quarters, you manage to dispel all that you had just talked about lest you start getting your sad little hopes up.
there's no way that narumi gen, of all people, would be into someone like you. no way in hell that he would return the feelings you've long harbored for him... right?
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you hold in the curse from spilling out when your clumsy self nearly dropped the ceramic bottle. sighing in relief, you push the medicine further back into the shelf, not wanting another mishap to occur.
the infirmary is quiet at these late hours, save for the few patients resting behind their respective ward doors. here in the poorly lit backroom where most of the medicines are stored, you just finished rewrapping your wound when a soft click of the door catches your attention.
you freeze when your eyes connect with a pair of sharp, rosy ones.
"s-sir," you make a move to salute, but the low "at ease, y/n," muttered into the air has you relaxing in your position, though the way he says your name tugs at your heartstrings in a certain way.
you don't say anything next, back straightening as you watch your captain walks further into the room, his hands buried in the pockets of his pants.
once in a blue moon do you ever get the same off-duty hours as him, so it's rare to see him out of his uniform as he's clad in a white worn out t-shirt and a pair of comfy-looking sweats. your traitorous mind wanders to how oversized the shirt would look on you, given how big it is draped over his figure.
narumi casts a briefing look down at the bandage around your forearm. surprisingly, he's the one to break the silence. "how's it faring?" he asks, nodding towards your injury. you send him a small, polite smile. "it's healing well. just a few more days of redressing and it'll be as good as new,"
an uncomfortable silence then fills the room.
"you've been avoiding me these days,"
the sudden and curt statement makes you wince slightly. but of course, he'd straight away aim for the weakest point...
you softly exhale in defeat and avoid his gaze. being the realist that you are, you quietly admit, "i have." as if you could deny his claim anyway. it'd only make you look more stupid if you do.
your not-so-subtle efforts at steering clear of him were too obvious, even those around you have been questioning why you haven't been talking to the captain recently.
in your defense, what other explanation could you have given? that you were avoiding him because you like him? because his silent but attentive gestures have been getting to your head these days? because your own heart was overzealous, wanting to keep him for itself? because you were so overwhelmed almost to the point of confessing this pitifully unrequited sentiment? because you were afraid of rejection?
his forehead creases, alarm bells ringing in your mind when he steps closer to you. he hums lowly, "care to elaborate?"
shivers run down your back as you fidget with your newly wrapped arm. shrinking under his gaze, you feel like a tiny bug being observed under a microscope. "it's really nothing. you don't have to worry about it, captain." you try to convince but who were you kidding, really? he's too smart for something like that.
once again, a moment of silence blankets the atmosphere. and then his next set of words sends your head reeling into the abysmal depth of shame.
"you like me, don't you?"
your body tenses, hands clenching into fists as you feel the mild trepidation rolls off you in waves. you squeeze your eyes shut to gather your bearings first before reopening them.
"i... did rin tell you?" you try to swerve his attention away from the obvious answer. narumi shrugs his shoulders, "no. i found out myself. you should've done better at hiding it if you didn't want me to find out."
oh, at that point you wish a sinkhole could just open up and swallow you whole. this is beyond embarrassing, it's downright humiliating.
in the end you just silently curse under your breath. "it's whatever, i guess. can we just get it over with already?" you grumble, not bothering with formalities anymore. you'll deal with the punishments for that later, right now you just want this conversation to end already.
"huh? get over what?" narumi lifts an eyebrow, and you throw him a flat look. "you're going to turn me down, right?"
his expression turns to that of a bafflement, and then incredulous. he starts to approach even closer, causing you to panic and sputter nervously, your hands coming up in a weak attempt at fending yourself. "did i say something wrong? my bad, iâ captain, w-wait, why are you coming closerâ"
"i'm not gonna reject you, y/n," he claims, crossing his arms.
the statement stops you short, your face contorting into an incomprehensible look, "wait, what?" the man is nothing if not persistent, invading into your proximity even further.
your heartrate surges up, your head beginning to spin when there's less than a meter separating you. your arms swiftly shoot out to his shoulders to distance yourselves, ignoring the feeling of his lean, broad muscles beneath your touch. "sir, pleaseâ"
narumi grabs your wrists while clicking his tongue in the process. "hey, i just said i'm not rejecting you," he grunts as he feels your strength straining under his hold.
when his words fully register in your head, you falter for a moment. "what, does that mean you like me then?" you ask skeptically. with his face slightly twisted, he answers, "yes."
you blink, and your next response comes almost instantly. "no, you don't." narumi jerks back, surprised and a tiny bit offended. "why do you get a say in who i like?"
you shift uncomfortably on your feet. "well, you're you. and i'm... me," you vaguely says, your arms flop a little bit but still acting as a boundary separating the two of you.
"hah? the hell with thatâ oi, stop pushing me already!" somehow, someway, the two of you engage in a push-and-pull situation, with narumi trying to get closer and you scrambling to stop his advance with an arm shoved against his chest.
it would've been hilarious if someone were to walk in right now, for the situation you're in is way too comical to not laugh at. like two cats angrily pawing at each other, probably.
narumi has had enough of your bullshit eventually, so he snatches your wrists again, pinning them firmly to your front. the action leads to you being forced to retreat a step or two, your back pressing to the cabinet wall behind you.
the hitch in your breath is audible as narumi unknowingly leans in, the space between you decreasing to less than a span now. "agh, you're so stubborn! how many times do i have confess for you to believe me?" he groans, a free hand ruffling his two-toned hair in frustration as he glares at nothing in particular.
there is barely any light in the room, but it still doesn't hide the pinkish hues tinting your captain's cheeks. the endearing sight causes your own cheeks to redden as well, feeling your body heats up as you realize how affected he seems, how real everything is.
you give him no reply, but that only drives him to do more. he glances down to your lips, pupils dilating in the dark as you come to realize his intention.
the space between you shrinks. narumi loosens his hold so that he can trail a finger gently down the side of your jaw, his other hand setting itself on the surface beside your head to cage you in, just as your ribs are caging in your wildly thundering heart.
not knowing what to do with your hands, you end up tugging at the front of his shirt. with only a hairs breadth away between you two, his lips lightly brush against yours in a whisper.
he's about to finally close the distance when a faint crashing noise from outside of the door snaps you out of your lovesick haze. sucking in a sharp breath, you immediately push him away as he does the same, stepping back to separate yourselves again. both of you are suddenly reminded that you're not alone in the infirmary.
the air turns awkward, but you can't help the small smile from growing on your face when you notice narumi's irritated face, his gaze turning softer when it locks on to yours.
you never asked what heâs doing in the infirmary to begin with. though even if you did, narumi would never tell you that he has been secretly frequenting the place, occasionally asking the medical staffs to keep up with your condition and in hopes that he would run into you.
well, at least now you know your feelings are not one-sided anymore. or perhaps they never have been...
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Salutations to all of you, gentlepeople!
I love making lists, so I'm gonna update my Radioapple fic recs. All of these feature great aspec representation (non-sex repulsed Alastor for the nsfw ones), great writing, great characterization and amazing storytelling. I've fallen down a rabbit hole called Hellaverse and Radioapple and I can't get out, so I'm hoping to bring all of you with me.
I'd love to read more good fanfics, so feel free to recommend your favs in the comments, please!
Lucid dreams of New Orleans by @radiaurapple . Heartbreaking, fluffy, beautiful, and amazing setting, writting and characterization. It might be becoming my favourite. Human AU (kinda), and deserving of so much love.
Of Saints and Sinners by @morningstarwrites . No list in the Radioapple fandom is complete without this. I don't think I need to write why it's great, everyone knows. The fun, the fluff, the lightheartedness, and fantastic writing skills.
Strange Apetites by GotllPhi. Human Alastor AU, gorey, sexy (nsfw), surprisingly fluffy and intense. The characterizations are on point and the storytelling is *cheff's kiss*. It's on hiatus while the author is getting married, but still a must read.
Lucifer and his Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Relationship series by @keelywolfe . Another nsfw one (much more so), but amazingly done and with great aspec representation. Beautifully written, intense and the story is just hooking. Also, the RadioApple Standalones are a very fun read, the sfw and the nsfw alike.
I shine only with the light you gave me by @soot-and-salt . This one is just a one-shot, but it shot through my heart. Gorgeous short story, great rythm and development, I fell in love. They have a series called We should've been enemies which is also fantastic (and nsfw), very sexy and intriguing, and still developing!
Lolm by @radioapple-heathen . It's only one chapter so far (and marked Explicit for the future of the fic), but it got to me. Fun shenanigans, a pet snake and a shared hatred for technology. It's very well characterized and nicely written.
Eat your Heart out by @seducipher . Modern human AU, nsfw and very addictive. It's still going, but it was a fic a binged in one night. Good characterization and nicely written.
Bedtime Rituals to try out before the next Angelic War by @miribalis . A very cute, fluffy and domestic fanfic that I can't recommend enough. Very well written with amazing characterization, and it's completed!
@notherpuppet 's Human AU series. Another fandom classic, but, again, no list is complete without it. In love with their artstyle, their story and their characterizations. Fluff, fun and shenanigans galore!
I still have too many saved for later that I'm thisting to read, so this list might expand in the future.
Also, if you'll allow me, this is for the spanish speakers: I wrote a short fic (2 chapters), Primavera en Nueva Orleans, that takes place during Alastor's last year alive and after Extermination Day. I'm selfpromoting here, but check it out đ
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The Cowgirl and The Aviator Ch.1
I keep seeing all the City Girl Reader x Jake stories, but no cowgirl reader x Jake. So I decided to take the liberty of writing one myself. Hope y'all enjoy it!
This was the first time you were going to see Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw. You had both crossed paths in college becoming close friends, and when he heard that you were trying to get away from a stalker ex boyfriend he had suggested you come stay with him. He had just gotten back from a big mission, but couldnât tell you the specifics other than he had a near death experience. The skyline was beautiful as you drove towards Bradleyâs apartment.
When you pulled up the apartment was close to the beach. You walked up to the second floor finding his apartment number and knocked on the door. It only took a few minutes when the door swung open to reveal Bradley in shorts a white tank and ugly Hawaiian shirt. âYou still wear those Hawaiian shirtsâ, you laughed. âOf course, and you're still wearing jeans, cowboy boots and that ratty old ball cap. Youâre in California now might as well go for some shortsâ, he laughed back.
âNo wayâ, you said. Bradley swooped you up squeezing the life out of you. âItâs so good to see you,â he stated. âSame here Rooster same hereâ, you smiled. He set you back down and offered to help you bring your stuff in. âYou still drive this old truckâ, he said. âYeah I canât let this baby go. Great gas mileage and as Joe Diffie says an 8 foot bed that never has to be made. Not to mention the bench seatâ, you giggle as Bradleyâs face goes red.
âI swear your mind is always in the gutterâ, Bradley jested. âWell I grew up on a farm with brothers what did you expectâ, you huffed dramatically. Bradley helped you get your measly duffle bag into the apartment. âHoly shit Roo this is an apartment? More like a small houseâ, you say more to yourself than Bradley. âWell Iâm a tall guy I gotta have roomâ, he joked. He showed you to the guest room, and left you alone to unpack.
It took you all of ten minutes to unpack your things, and when you walked out to the main living area Bradley was hanging up his cellphone. âHey want to go down to the Hard Deck with me?â, he asked. âIf itâs a bar yaâ know Iâm inâ you respond eagerly. âYou want to change?â, he questioned. âNo Iâm in comfortable clothesâ, you replied. Once the apartment was all locked up you went straight for the Bronco. It was the same as you remembered it back in college no changes had been made.
The drive to the bar was filled with remembering old stories. When he pulled into a parking spot at the bar he got that serious look on his face. âListen, some of the guys I fly with will be here, but there is one in particular you should stay away fromâ, he all but growls. âHis callsign is Hangman and he is the type you donât want to get mixed up withâ, he tells you. âNotedâ, you fake salute as you both make your way into the bar.Â
It was lively for a Thursday afternoon as you followed Rooster to a pool table where two guys and a woman were playing. âRooster, good to see you man and you brought a dateâ, one of the guys said. âOh no we arenât dating. This is the friend I told you about (Y/N)â, Bradley stated. âYouâre right there is no way you could have snagged her, she's too hot for youâ, the woman laughed. âPhoenix but you can call me Natâ, she said, extending her hand. Â
You shook her hand as she introduced Payback and Fanboy. You sat back as they continued their game. Bradley had sneaked off to get another round of beers. When he came back he handed everyone their beers as the next round of pool started. You declined to play as Bradley joined this game. Half way through you were out of beer. âIâm going to the bar if anybody needs anythingâ, you announced. Everyone saying they were alright for now you headed towards the bar.Â
Low and behold there was Pete. He had come to some of the college baseball games when Bradley played and Bradley had introduced you. You said hello as a woman stepped up to ask what you would like. âWhat bourbons do you have?â, you questioned. The woman listed them and you made your choice. âIâll take the Jack nâ Coke and make it a double pleaseâ, you answered.Â
As she made your drink Pete introduced you to her. She was the bar owner, Penny, who he was currently dating. You congratulated them and turned to find Bradley had taken to the piano and the pool table was free. You quickly made your way there and picked up a pool stick. You were down to the last couple of shots when you swore you felt someone was staring at you.
Jake had just walked in and was ordering a beer scoffing when he heard the familiar tune Rooster was playing on the piano. Then movement at the pool table caught his eye. A woman that definitely didnât fit this type of bar scene was bent over the pool table lining up a shot. He couldnât help but stare at her ass and the way those jeans hugged it. Once Penny handed him his beer he started making his way to the pool table.
âUh oh looks like Hangman has his sights setâ, Penny said. Maverick looked and started to laugh, âOh donât worry she can handle herself trust meâ. Penny gave him a questioning look, but proceeded to watch what was about to happen. Jake had just made it to the pool table when you sank another shot. âI donât mean to be rude darlinâ, but it doesnât look like youâre from around hereâ, he stated smiling.Â
âAs a matter oâ fact Iâm notâ, you replied. âWell with that accent Iâd say the southâ, he guessed. âAnd with that accent and cocky attitude Iâm guessing Texan and an aviatorâ, you said, sinking another shot while looking him in the eye. âWell youâd be right. Mind if I join ya I promise Iâll go easy on ya. Names Jake by the wayâ, he cockily replied. âI guess, but itâll be a cold day in hell before I go easy on ya. Mines (Y/N)â, you smugly replied.
Jake liked this one already, feisty, and willing to dish it back at him. Usually women would already be giggling and batting their lashes at him. âI would say gentleman first, but you donât look much like a gentlemanâ, you scoffed. âOuch. I would say ladies first, but you look more like a hellcat. Tell me how sharp are your clawsâ, he said wiggling his eyebrows at you. âYouâll never find outâ, you replied. âHow about a betâ, he said. âAlright Iâm listeningâ, you responded.Â
âIâll give you a hundred dollars if you winâ, he states. âWhat if you win?â, you inquired. âIf I win you go out on a date with me, and maybe if I like you we can go back to my apartmentâ, he added. You seemed to think it over as the smile stayed on his smug face. Who did this guy think he was for one and for two you werenât one for one night stands, but a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars. âAlright you're on, but when you lose donât throw a tantrum like a childâ, you told him.
He let you go first which was his first mistake. You shot and the balls scattered and the solid red seven went in. The next shot you lined up and the yellow one ball went in. You were lining up and about to shoot when the man you were playing against brushed up against you to whisper in your ear. âYa know, ya look good bent over this pool table wonder what else you would look good bent overâ, he declared.
You knew he was trying to throw you off, and you glanced over your shoulder at him giving a sultry look. Then you sank your shot standing to line up your next shot. âHoney just quit while youâre aheadâ, you smirked. You missed the next shot and he took his turn and sank one of his shots. Jake was lining up his next shot when he looked up, only for you to be right across from him leaning on a table with your ass jutted out talking with none other than Bob.Â
No you werenât talking you were flirting how could you flirt with Bob and not him. He was tall, handsome and could show you a much better time he was sure of it. When his shot missed you quickly turned to look at him with a shit eating grin. âLooks like itâs my turnâ, you declared. You sank a shot, but then you felt him behind you and he leaned over you almost caging you in. âYou sure that's a good angle?â, he examined. âOh I think Iâll do just fineâ, you retorted then brought the pool stick back tapping him below the belt.
He groaned and backed up enough for you to sink your shot. You sank another shot, but missed the next one. As he bent over the pool table to line up his shot you took your chance. You walked up and whispered in his ear, âHow many rounds do you think I could ride before fallinâ offâ. Then for good measure you turned letting him watch your ass sway as you walked to get your drink. He was imagining all the ways he could have you whimpering and calling his name.
He lined up his shot and it was slightly off making him frown. You were starting to get to him and you both carried on like that until there were only a couple shots left. You were winning and to be honest Jake couldnât even be upset. Just being around you and flirting, if one could call it that, was entertaining and he wondered even if he lost if you would give him a chance to take you out on a date. You asked for a break to go to the bar and get another drink.
âIâll get it, what're you havinâ?â, Jake asked, accent thick. âThanks but I can get my own drinks. Bob make sure he doesnât cheatâ, you smiled. Bob nodded and Jake watched as you made your way to the bar putting a little more sway in your hips than normal. When you made it to the bar Penny waited on you again. âYou know you should be careful with that oneâ, Penny told you, referring to Jake. âWhyâs that?â, you implored.Â
âHe is a one night stand kind of guyâ, she mentioned. âItâs alright Penny Iâve dealt with his kind beforeâ, you smirked. Pete shook his head as he continued to drink his beer. You made it back just in time for Rooster and his friends to come back over to the pool table. Rooster grabbed your elbow asking, âWhat did you bet?â. âCalm down Roo he bet that if I win he gives me a hundred bucks and if he wins I go on a date with himâ, you huffed. âSeriously, why the hell would you do that?â, Bradley grits out. âBecause it seemed like fun and a hundred dollars is a hundred dollarsâ, you respond.
âBradshaw as I live and breatheâ, Jake states. âHangmanâ, Bradley spits back. Now it made sense this was the guy that Bradley had warned you about. âBradley itâs okay I only have two more shots to sink to winâ, you told him. You grabbed your pool stick and lined up your shot and sank it without problem. The last one you had to sink and you looked up to see Bradley gripping his beer bottle so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
Then you looked at Jake seeing him smirking at Bradley before saying, âYa know I was wondering if inviting her to my house for dinner would be a good first date. I make a damn good steakâ. Bradley looked like he could punch him any moment so you took your shot making them both whip their heads to the table. The last ball smacked the side and right into the corner pocket. âAlright Hangman pay upâ, you smirked.
His smile stayed on his face as he pulled a hundred out of his wallet handing it over to you. âI was expecting you to chokeâ, he said. âI bet you thought Iâd be choking on you after the imaginary date too huhâ, you laughed. Natâs eyes widened and she tried to contain her laughter as Jakeâs smile faltered a little. He couldnât respond. You had actually left him speechless and the image burned itself into his brain as the others started to dog him and make jokes at his expense.
Jake watched as you high fived Rooster and finished your drink. He watched as you made your way back to the bar to order another drink. On your way back a guy cut you off from continuing to the rest of the group. You obviously turned him down as he watched this man call you a bitch. You said something back as you walked around the man and he started to get up to intervene. The nerve of this guy that had just asked you if you would like to go back to his place for some fun; then got angry and called you a bitch when you refused.
He grabbed your arm and spun you around making you spill your drink. The man was obviously drunk and you were now pissed that your drink was all over the floor. âLook Iâm not going to go home with you asshole. Now let me go yaâ fuckerâ, you seethed. âI donât think you know who I am bitchâ, he stated, and that's when his hand came up and slapped you. It stung and knocked you back a couple steps as your brain registered what happened. You had long dropped your drink and balled your hand into a fist and let it fly.
It hit the man right in his nose as blood gushed from it. âYou whoreâ, the man spit. He was about to charge at you when two people got in between the fight. The first you noticed was Bradley and the other was Jake. âYou need to apologize and get the fuck out of this barâ, Jake said. âIâm not apologizing to that whoreâ, the man responded. The bell rang out as everyone started shouting overboard. You had no clue what was happening.
Rooster and Hangman nodded to each other and grabbed the guy by the arms as Payback came over to grab the man's legs. They carried him to the back deck and threw him out onto the sandy beach. âIf you come back you mess with all of usâ, Hangman shouted. All of the people in the bar shouted in agreement as Penny and Pete were checking you over. âYour cheek is already swellingâ, Penny said as she went to get a bag of ice.Â
While you were waiting on Penny, Pete helped you onto a bar stool looking at the red hand print on your cheek. âAre you alright, darlin?â, Jake asked as he came up to you and Pete. âYeah nothing I ainât used toâ, you respond. Jake smiles but you can tell it doesnât meet his eyes. âIâm fine I swearâ, you state. When Penny gets back with a bag of ice wrapped in a small hand towel you thank her and ask for another drink. Jake watches as Penny makes your drink and he smiles genuinely then.
âShould have known you would like a strong drinkâ, Jake says. Bradley finally makes his way to you to make sure you are okay. âWe should go after you're finished with that drinkâ, Bradley states. âOh come on it was a slap not a punchâ, you huffed. âYeah and how long were you on the road for before you got here?â, Bradley questioned. âLook I slept in my truck till noon and hit the road then. I got a full eight hour sleep. I am not leaving yetâ, you replied stubbornly. âYou slept in your truck?! Do you know how dangerous that is?!â, Bradley shouted.Â
âHey ease up Rooster she obviously can handle herselfâ, Jake jumped in. âStay out of this Hangmanâ, Roster seethed. âLook, I'm a big girl and can make my own decisions. Iâm not your girl and I swear if you say we need to go Iâll just get a ride from Jake here. Iâm sure he wouldnât mindâ, you stated. That seemed to have Rooster backing down as Jake grinned. âI wouldnât mind taking you anywhere you needed to go darlinâ, he replied.Â
âNo he will notâ, Bradley huffed. âThen it looks like weâre staying a little longerâ, you said. You grabbed your drink and made your way back to Roosters friends who had once again taken over the pool table. âSheâs a pistolâ, Jake said aloud. âYou donât know the half of it. Do me a favor and stay away from her. She doesnât need anymore heartbreak than she's already hadâ, Rooster grumbled. âNot making any promisesâ, Jake responded.Â
You watched as Bradley and Jake spoke to each other then started making their way to the pool table. âRooster, how about you take my spot!â, Fanboy yelled. Rooster agreed, taking Fanboyâs spot and now that he was distracted you made your way out to the deck of the bar. The smell of the ocean and the slight breeze helped you to relax. Jake came to stand beside you leaning over the rail. âSo you and Rooster huh?â, he inquired.Â
âNo nothing like that. He sees me more as a sisterâ, you replied. âSo what really brings you out here?â, he pried. âI thought Rooster would have told you all, but I was being stalked by an ex boyfriend and when I told Roo he told me to come out hereâ, you explained. âMy sister dealt with an ex boyfriend like that, but in Texas we take care of our own. Why didnât you go stay with your family?â, he asked.Â
âI would if there were any alive to talk to. The only family I have is a brother and he doesnât want to have anything to do with meâ, you explained. âDamn well if you ever need the dagger squad weâll be there for yaâ unless we are out on missionsâ, Jake responds. âThanksâ, you responded. âIf I would have won would you have gone on a date with me?â, he questions. âSee we were having a nice conversation and you ruined itâ, you laughed.Â
Jake frowned until you looked him in the eyes and said, âI would have if you had wonâ. His smile returned as you finished the rest of your drink, and dismissed yourself back to the pool table where Bradley had just finished up. Jake couldnât help but watch as you walked out the door with Rooster thinking of how to get you to go out with him.
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YOURE MY FAVORITE HAZBIN WRITER!!!!
could i possibly request a tiny little one shot of luciferâs new wifey (reader) meeting charlie for the first time?? and everyoneâs reactions and maybe charlie warming up to her and calling her mom :(((
First Meetings
Lucifer x GN!Reader
Platonic Charlie x GN! Reader
TW:NONE!
A/n: Hihi Anon! This was a really cute request! Your words mean a lot to me! Hope you enjoy! As always Reader will be genderneutral as thatâs something Iâm more comfortable writing with and so everyone can enjoy!
Lucifer happily grabbed your hand and kissed the golden band on your finger as you both walked towards the Hazbin Hotel, âDarling, youâre shaking like a leaf.â You called out, squeezing his hand as he smiled at you, âIâm just nervous is all..what if she doesnât approve?â He asked frowning as tears welled up in his eyes. You pulled him into a gentle hug, âI think she will, the way you talk about her she seems like she would love seeing you remarried and happy again.â you hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as he hugged you back with a bright blush on his cheeks, âYouâre right, sheâs gonna love you just as much as I do!â He replied, jumping up in excitement pulling you along towards the Hotel.
-đ Charlie absolutely adores you! You make her dad happy and bring him more out of his shell and his depressive moods. The first time she calls you mom/dad/parent? She gets so embarrassed because it slipped out but sheâs so happy that you arenât mad. Lucifer definitely cries and then Charlie starts crying cause her dad is crying.Â
-đ Vaggie was weary of you at first. But soon enough calmed down seeing how happy her girlfriend was and slowly started to trust you more. At least you call her by her name the first time.
-đˇď¸ Angel Dust playfully pouts because now the hottest man in all of hell is off limits. But in all seriousness, he doesnât really care. He will flirt with you too and don't think your off limits since your married.
-â ď¸ Husk also doesnât really care all that much but heâs happy for Lucifer and Charlie.
-đŚ Alastor straight up doesnât give two fucks. Heâll jokingly try to steal you away from Lucifer and chaos ensues. Listen- I love this deer man but he does not have any fucks to give.
-đ Sir Pentious freaks the fuck out, like- accidentally trips and falls right infront of you dropping the pan of cookies he had and salutes to you whenever you talk to him. HE IS SUCH A DORK COME ON NOW- But heâs happy for Lucifer and Charlie-
-𪲠Nifty is mad at you, sheâll respect you, but sheâs mad at you cause you took one of her âbad boysâ.
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can you please please please write more for mattheo riddle x potter!reader. maybe the family going to one of harryâs games, accompanied by reader and mattheo? (maybe featuring the marauders?) iâd love to read anything, it doesnât even have to be this!! hope you have a great night :)
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⥠ď¸ęąĘÉŞá´: Mattheo Riddle x potter!Reader
It was one of those rare, crisp days at Hogwarts where the skies were clear, and the breeze was just right. The perfect day for Quidditchâor at least, thatâs what your brother Harry would say if he werenât busy being a massive diva about the whole thing.
The stands were packed with students from every House, cheering, waving banners, and clapping in anticipation of the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff match. And to make the occasion even more dramatic than usual, your parents, James and Lily, had shown up, along with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, all seated proudly in the stands, ready to cheer Harry on.
Unfortunately for Harry, you had brought along a certain Slytherin boyfriend of yoursâMattheo Riddle.
âMerlinâs beard,â Harry groaned under his breath, glancing up at the stands where Mattheo had already worked his charm on the crowd. âWhy did you bring him?â
You shrugged, a smirk playing on your lips. âWell, he wanted to support you.â
Harry snorted. âSupport? Please, heâs just here to make me miserable.â
You glanced at Mattheo, who had somehow managed to get half the Hufflepuff supporters waving at him and even Remus giving him an approving nod. âHeâs being perfectly nice. Maybe youâre the one being dramatic.â
Harry threw you a look that said he was this close to throwing himself off his broom. âDramatic? Iâm not dramatic. Heâs justâugh, why is he even waving at people?â
Sure enough, Mattheo was leaning casually against the railing of the Gryffindor stands, flashing a charming smile at anyone who passed by. Every few minutes, he waved, winked, or nodded at a student, causing a flurry of giggles and whispers.
âHeâs not supposed to be the center of attention!â Harry muttered furiously, his grip tightening on his broom. âThis is my game!â
You patted his shoulder in mock sympathy. âDonât worry, Harry. Everyone still knows youâre the main attraction.â
âBarely,â he huffed.
Down in the stands, Sirius barked out a laugh, clapping Mattheo on the back. âYouâve got style, kid,â he said, clearly approving of Mattheoâs ability to woo an entire Quidditch crowd without even trying.
âThanks, Sirius,â Mattheo replied, throwing an arm around you as you sat next to him. âJust here to support my favorite team, after all.â
Harry, overhearing from the pitch, yelled, âGryffindor is not your favorite team, Riddle!â
Mattheo only grinned and gave him a two-fingered salute, causing Harry to grumble and fly off toward his team.
Remus leaned over to James and muttered, âHeâs got quite the influence, doesnât he?â
James laughed. âHeâs a slippery one, thatâs for sure. But if heâs got Lilyâs approval, who am I to argue?â
Lily, who had been watching Mattheoâs interaction with you, gave a knowing smile. âI think heâs good for her. Keeps things interesting.â
Sirius waggled his eyebrows. âIf Harry doesnât throw him off a broom first.â
The whistle blew, and the game began. But the match wasnât the only source of entertainment that day.
Every time Harry swooped in for a save, Mattheo would cheerâloudly. âGo on, Potter!â he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth. âThatâs my future brother-in-law!â
Harry nearly lost control of his broom at that, swerving dangerously to avoid a Bludger. âFuture brother-in-law?â he shouted, his voice shrill. âAbsolutely not!â
The Hufflepuff Seeker zipped past him while Harry was distracted, and you couldnât help but bury your face in your hands in secondhand embarrassment.
Sirius howled with laughter. âHeâs really got Harry rattled!â
âNot to mention the Hufflepuffs,â Peter added with a chuckle. âLook at them. Theyâre more focused on Mattheo than their own game.â
It was true. Several Hufflepuff players kept sneaking glances at Mattheo, who was now waving at them enthusiastically, giving them a thumbs-up and shouting words of encouragement like he was their biggest fan.
âRIDDLE!â Harryâs voice echoed across the pitch, and he shot a death glare at Mattheo, who was absolutely thriving in the attention.
Mattheo leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head, and winked up at the sky as though Harryâs rage fueled him. âDoing great, Potter!â he yelled, entirely too pleased with himself.
When the match finally ended, Gryffindor won by a hairâs breadth, mostly thanks to Harryâs furious speed after seeing Mattheo charm his way through half the match. The second his feet hit the ground, Harry stormed over to you and Mattheo, his broom still in hand.
âYou,â Harry said, pointing an accusatory finger at Mattheo. âYou are the most distracting person in the world.â
Mattheo, unfazed, smirked. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
âItâs not!â Harry spluttered, his voice rising to that familiar, high-pitched squeak of frustration. âYouâyou made the Hufflepuffs fall for your stupid charm! And you kept shouting things about being my brother-in-law!â
Mattheo shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulders. âJust manifesting the future, Potter. You know how it is.â
âNo, I do not know how it is!â Harry snapped. âAnd stop manifesting things!â
You tried to hold back a laugh, patting Harry on the arm. âCome on, Harry, he was just cheering you on.â
âCheering me on?â Harry repeated, looking at you incredulously. âHeâs a Slytherin! Heâs supposed to be evil and plotting things, notâthis!â He gestured wildly at Mattheo, who was now sharing a victory fist-bump with Sirius.
âWell, mate,â James said, clapping a hand on Harryâs shoulder as he walked over, âheâs certainly got style. Reminds me of me back in the day.â
Harry looked at his father, horrified. âDad, donât encourage him!â
James just laughed, ruffling Harryâs already wild hair. âRelax, kid. Heâs not so bad.â
âNot so bad?â Harry echoed, looking around at his family, all of whom seemed perfectly content with Mattheo tagging along. âAm I the only one who sees whatâs happening here?â
Lily smiled warmly. âHarry, heâs good for her. Youâll see.â
Harry groaned, defeated, dragging a hand down his face. âI donât understand this family.â
Mattheo grinned, pulling you closer as your parents walked ahead. âYouâre just mad because I stole your spotlight today.â
Harry glared. âNo, Iâm mad because you exist.â
Mattheo laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. âGet used to it, Potter. Iâm not going anywhere.â
With a final groan, Harry shook his head and trudged off to join the rest of the family, muttering to himself about how this had to be some kind of cosmic joke. You couldnât help but laugh as Mattheo, walked beside you, his charm having worked its magic on everyone except your very, very grumpy brother.
âHarryâll warm up to me eventually,â Mattheo said confidently, as if it were inevitable.
You smiled up at him, raising an eyebrow. âOr heâll keep trying to hex you every chance he gets.â
âAh, itâs all part of the fun,â Mattheo said with a wink. âBesides, Iâve got the rest of the Potters on my side. Whatâs one grumpy Chosen One?â
Harry, hearing that from a few feet away, let out another dramatic groan. âMerlin, why me?â
Somehow, you knew life was only going to get more interesting from here.
thank you so much for requesting, love!!
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