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sparklypinkflightsuit · 2 months ago

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Love To Watch You Leave: Part 4

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Eventual Smut, Grieving, Pining, Alcohol, Military Inaccuracies

- Part 3 Here -

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You grew uneasy as Angie pulled you around the back of the guest house, away from the noise of the party and away from prying eyes… away from anyone who could help.

“Angie, is this really necessary?” You huffed, your arms crossed over your chest as you inspected your surroundings.

She was quiet for a moment, and in the dark you couldn’t make out her expression. Suddenly, startling you, she exclaimed, “Oh Y/N, I am so sorry! You’re gonna hate me, and I don’t want to be the one to wreck something good, but…” her lip began to tremble and her fingers clasped together as if in prayer.

Your eyebrows creased together, “Angie are you okay?”

“I’m a home wrecker!” She suddenly wailed, loudly. “I didn’t know he was in a relationship! I had no idea you existed until today, but he… that man, he slept with me a little over a week ago. I’m so sorry.” She was full on sobbing at this point, her high pitched cries carrying far.

You tried to shush her, not wanting to draw attention to this situation, “Hey, no, please don’t cry. Uhm… please, it’s okay… shhh…”

You tried to calm her down and you even rubbed her back like your mom used to do when you were a kid, to calm you down, but nothing worked.

“I s-swear, he never ever mentioned you.” She cried. You internally rolled your eyes at her need to state that.

“I wouldn’t have ever gone near him if I knew.” She sobbed, and then another high pitched wail escaped her lips as she cried into her hands.

“Angie, please, shhhh. Angie… ANGIE! Bradley and I aren’t even together, okay?” You blurted out.

Suddenly you clasped your hand over your mouth, and Angie stopped crying, looking at you in surprise.

“What? But I thought-“

You shook your head, “Okay, look, you can’t tell anyone, but… Bradley and I need to pretend we’re together, just until Sunday. I can’t explain why, but it’s so important nobody finds out.”

She sniffled, “Why? What’s happening on Sunday?”

“We’re staging a break up, we just have to pretend while we’re here, so… you’re not a home wrecker.” You have her a sympathetic smile. You suddenly felt sorry for her, you hadn’t expected her to have this side to her. At least she was honest.

“Okay… I feel so much better now.” She giggled through her snotty nose and tears. “So… does that mean Bradley’s available?”

You took a deep breath in through your nose to calm your sudden pang of annoyance, “Yup. He’s all yours… after Sunday, okay?”

Angie nodded and threw herself onto you for a hug. You awkwardly rubbed her back.

“Do me a favour, Angie? Give me a few minutes to tell Bradley, I don’t want to throw this at him.”

She nodded, and you both rejoined the party.

Bradley came jogging over to you, “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”

“I was gone like 5 minutes, possessive much?”

“Anything could have happened, I was just scared you’d run off with Bob or something.”

You suddenly laughed, a bit surprised, “Brad, are you a little jealous of Bob?”

“No.”

“You sure? You seem a little jealous.” You poked a finger into his side teasingly.

“Shut up. You’re being a child.” He flinched away from you, but you kept poking him until he cracked a smile.

“Hey, I need to talk to you.” You admitted, “Can we go somewhere?”

Bradley eyed you up suspiciously, “Okay sure, where to?”

You dragged him back around the same corner, and Bradley was now beginning to worry.

“Look, if this is about the kiss earlier…”

“No.” You cut him off by shaking your head, “Nothing like that. Angie knows.”

Bradley almost did a double take, his jaw ticking, “I’m sorry, what?” He hissed.

“She started crying, like really really crying, saying she was a home wrecker and that she was sorry, and I couldn’t just let her believe that. She won’t tell anyone.”

Bradley rubbed his face in frustration, “Y/N, you can’t trust Angie. That’s why we broke up in the first place.” He sighed.

You were about to ask him to elaborate when Angie popped around the corner.

“There you guys are! Not fake kissing again I hope?” She winked comically, “Dinners starting, come!” She beckoned for you to follow, so you looked at Bradley expectantly.

He took a deep breath and nodded, “We’ll finish this conversation later.”

You sat down at the same long table and fell into easy conversation under the decorative lighting, relaxing slightly. Your eyes kept straying over to Bradley who was already looking at you, but you couldn’t figure out his expression. Frustration? Maybe. Anxiety? Probably. Annoyance? Definitely.

You felt bad for telling your secret, but you would have felt worse if Angie had thought she was the bad guy all weekend.

Once all 3 courses had come and gone, you were free to mingle and everyone changed seats to have conversations with other people. You stayed put, not really feeling up for being told off by Bradley. You sipped slowly at your drink as you watched everyone mingle. Bradley was on the other end of the table talking to Harris, probably spinning more yarn on your tall tale, when you felt someone’s presence next to you.

You looked over at what was previously an empty seat to find Bob, he smiled over at you.

“Hey, I’m sober now.” He announced with a chuckle. He really was quite cute, a traditionally handsome face and stunning blue eyes.

“Ah, pity, I thought you were quite a funny drunk.” You joked with a grin.

“I’ll go and grab some wine in that case.”

You laughed lightly at his humour, “Nice to meet you, Sober Bob.”

“Likewise.”

You spoke to Bob for about 10 minutes, getting better acquainted without giving away too much yourself.

“So do you work with Bradley?” You probed.

Bob nodded, pressing his lips together.

“What?” You chuckled curiously.

“Nothing, he’s just… how long have you two been together, out of curiosity?” Bobs eyebrows were ever so slightly drawn together in concern.

“Uhm… 6… 6 months.” You nodded, “How come?”

Bob took a deep breath and thought for a second, before nodding back slowly and giving you a sympathetic smile.

“I don’t think it’s my place.” He mumbled.

“Come on Bob, whatever it is, you can tell me.” You poked him light heartedly to lighten the mood.

Bob shifted uncomfortably in seat, eyeing up Bradley on the other end of the table, as he bit his lip, before turning back to you and leaning in close.

“I’m so sorry in advance for any hurt this is gonna cause… but Y/N, Bradley’s been cheating on you. Kinda openly too, he brings dates to the bar we frequent all the time, the last one being no more than a couple of weeks ago.”

You tried to force back a grin, you were very taken by how kind Bob and Angie had both been trying to make you aware of your fake boyfriends antics, but you knew you had to play the part of heartbroken girlfriend, and you thought for a second, Bingo, this was what you and Bradley would break up over.

You sat up straight, forcing a frown. “Oh wow.” You said, feigning surprise. “I… I can’t believe he would do this to me, after everything.”

You wiped at dry eyes and stood from your seat, putting on a broken voice, “Thank you for telling me, Bob. You did the right thing. I just need a moment.”

Bob watched you with sad eyes as you walked down the end of the table, partially regretting his actions.

 You reached the end where Bradley stood in heated debate with Harris over some recent football game.

“Honey can I speak to you for a moment?” The question was only out of courtesy, you were already grabbing his lapels and pulling him towards the guest house with you.

“We’ll…finish this conversation later.” He said as you dragged him away.

“What are you doing?” He hissed at you.

You let go of him and as soon as you were sure you were out of everyone’s sight, you grinned.

Bradley cocked his head at your new expression, “Y/N…”

“We have an out.” You grinned proudly, summoning him to follow you back to your bedroom.

You closed the door behind you and urged him to sit on the bed.

“Can you just spit it out already?”

“Ok fine, fine! So Bob just sat me down and-“

“Yeah I know, you two just can’t keep your hands off of each other tonight can you?” He interrupted you, his eyes rolled as he leaned back against his elbows.

You looked at him with a deadpan expression, “Brad, come on, focus.”

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“So, Bob kindly informed me that…” you held back a snort as you tried not to laugh, “that you’ve been cheating on me. He was very surprised that we’ve been together 6 months because you’ve been bringing girls to the bar, and I can only imagine doing obscene things with them.”

“That little snitch.” Bradley sat up right.

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, “So now we have a legit excuse to break up on Sunday.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” He was huffing now, not even looking at you.

You walked up to where he sat on the bed and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Look dickwad, we’re not actually together so he didn’t really snitch you out. I mean… he did, but he did the right thing so you can’t really blame him.”

Bradley looked up at you with big brown eyes and nodded glumly. “I know, I know.”

“So, how do you wanna do this thing? Wanna pretend tonight and tomorrow that we’re working through things? And then Sunday I can throw a hissy fit and end things?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully.

He chuckled, his hands landing on your waist. You held your breath for a second.

“You never used to be this funny.” He stated, his smile returning.

“Actually, I’ve always been funny.” You grabbed his hands and removed them from your waist as you stepped back and walked over to the mirror. “You’ve just never given me the time of day.”

Bradley’s eyes followed you and he grinned back at you in the mirror as you smirked at him.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

You turned your head to look at him properly, “What?”

“For what it’s worth, I never actually hated you.”

You turned back to inspect your makeup, “Well, I hated you. But… that’s faded more to an intense dislike now.” You joked.

Bradley stood up and walked behind you, eyeing you up in the reflection. He stood silently for a few seconds, so you stopped what you were doing.

“Brad, are you okay?”

He nodded, his jaw clenching, and one of his hands moved your hair to adjust your dress strap again.

“Was uneven again.” He mumbled.

You weren’t sure if it was the wine or if you were just losing your mind, but for some reason you turned around to face Bradley, the space between you already too tight, and leaned against the dresser under the mirror.

You could feel Bradley’s hot breath fanning down on your face, literal inches away.

“I don’t actually hate you. Not anymore.” You admitted softly as you looked up at him.

“I thought you said it was an intense dislike?” He chuckled softly, and again that damn hand landed on your satin waist.

“You’ve really grown up, Brad.” Your hand flattened against his chest, whether to feel him under you or to push him away you weren’t entirely sure.

His hand squeezed your waist gently and your heart began to thud.

“Y/N I-“

Suddenly he was rudely interrupted by a loud pounding on the door and he stepped back quickly, you took a deep breath, regaining some sense.

Bradley walked to the door and opened it.

“You guys! I might have accidentally maybe told Bob.” Angie walked into your room like it was her own, biting her rouge nails, her big blue eyes like a puppy dog that knew it had done something wrong.

You looked at Bradley with wide eyes, and then suddenly at the door when you noticed Bob standing there, awkwardly.

“Ah fuck.”

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You now found yourself standing awkwardly next to Bradley in front of Bob and Angie, trying to explain how you’d gotten yourself into this predicament.

Bradley glared at Bob, still pissed off that Bob had ratted on him. Angie stared lovingly at Bradley, biting her lip at how his neck veins strained under his clenched jaw. Bob stared at you, wondering how soon would be too soon to ask you out.

“Guys, is anyone listening to me?” You moaned impatiently.

A chorus of “mhm” and “yep” came from the group.

“Ok so we’re clear on the fact that no one can tell anyone else about this? Or Bradley and I are toast.” You we’re starting to stress now, and you clasped your hand over your forehead in an attempt to cool it down.

Bradley looked at you, worried, and then at the clock on the wall that read 11:15pm. “Maybe we should call it a night, guys. It’s been a bit of a long day.”

Bob and Angie said goodnight and Bradley closed the door behind them, his forehead resting on the closed door as he sighed.

He turned to watch you pace up and down the room.

“Hey, can you calm down, please? Everything’s gonna be ok.”

“I dunno, I have a really bad feeling.” You bit your thumbnail nervously, and then sat down heavily on the bed and plopped your head in your hands. “God, what have I done?” You groaned.

Bradley quickly moved to sit next to you and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Would you just relax, please? Nothing bad is gonna happen, I promise.”

You looked up at him through your fingers, “Not gonna lie, this side of you is kinda freaking me out.”

Bradley chuckled a sorry and removed his arm, and you sat up straight and huffed. “Ok, I think maybe you’re right. I’m gonna have a bath and get into bed, need to use the bathroom before I get in there?”

Bradley shook his head and made a start removing his shirt and pants to get into bed, which you quickly looked away from as you gathered your pyjamas from your bag.

You mumbled a ‘goodnight’ to Bradley, fully expecting him to be asleep by the time you were done, and you locked the bathroom door.

You drew a bubble bath and slid out of your dress, climbing into the warm water.

You sighed in relief as the water calmed stiff muscles and sore feet, and you quickly fell asleep.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up to the sound of someone banging violently on the door, the bubbles all gone and the water ice cold.

You shot out of the bath and wrapped a towel around you just in time for the door to fly open, the lock on the hinges breaking with a loud snap.

You let out a squeal of surprise, “What the fuck, Brad!”

Bradley’s expression was visibly relieved and his shoulders slumped. “Fuck, Y/N! I was calling you for like 10 minutes. You’ve been in there for 3 hours.”

You glanced over his shoulder at the clock that now read 2:25am.

You looked back at Bradley and pressed your lips together as a giggle tried to force its way out.

Bradley’s eyebrows creased, “That’s not funny.”

Too late, you were full on laughing now, doubled over and struggling to breathe.

Bradley had to stifle his own laughter, and he rolled his eyes. “Seriously who the fuck falls asleep in the bath for that long. Thought you died. Now I’m gonna have to pay for a new door.”

You managed to stop laughing eventually, wiping tears from your eyes, “I’m sorry, I was tired.” You explained.

You realised you still had a full face of makeup on, so you quickly washed it off in the sink and moisturised. You realised the door was not staying closed, and even with it pulled to, it would spring open a few inches without the lock in place.

“Don’t look.” You said to Bradley, who was back in bed around the corner. “I just need to put my PJ’s on.”

“Wouldn’t wanna anyway.” He said, regaining his breath and waiting for his heart rate to slow back down.

You discarded your towel and turned your back to the door as you pulled on your underwear and pyjama shorts.

Bradley caught a glimpse of your upper back and shoulder blades in the mirror opposite the bed and quickly diverted his eyes. He couldn’t help but look back every couple of seconds, admiring how your skin glowed in the yellow bathroom light.

You pulled on a white tank top and walked out of the bathroom while you brushed your hair.

“No, this isn’t gonna work.” You stated as you looked down at the bed, Bradley’s large frame taking up more than half of it.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” He stated.

You rolled your eyes, “Can you at least move over then?”

“To where? I’m already on the edge.”

You huffed, “No you’re not, you can easily move over a few inches, look.” You knelt on the bed and pushed Bradley’s side, trying to shift him further.

He would not move, the big oak heavier than you’d expected.

“What are you doing? Get off.” He tried to swat your hands away but you kept coming back and pushing, straining to get yourself a little bit more room.

“Move.” You grunted.

“Stop, you’re actually tickling me now.”

Frustrated with being tickled, he grabbed one of your wrists quickly, and you lost your balance, landing on top of Bradley with a ‘ooph’.

You quickly looked at him with wide eyes, something hard pressing against your hip.

“Sorry.” You whispered, and made a move to get up, but you were surprised when you felt his hand on your thigh and he pulled your leg over him.

“Brad, I don’t think… maybe I should sleep on the floor.” You stuttered, but you made no effort to move. Your face was so close to his now, even in the dark you could see how his heart pounded against his chest, and the veins in his neck pulsed. You gulped.

“Did you just gulp?” He chuckled lowly, his voice a husky whisper.

You nodded, and Bradley’s hand brushed your hair back over your should, his long fingers gently stroking your jaw.

You were acutely aware of his other hand which was still clasped around your thigh, and you wondered for a second how that hand might feel on other parts of your body.

You suddenly realised who you were thinking about, the man you hated for the better part of your life, and you gasped out loud, throwing yourself off of his torso and onto your back next to him.

You stared at the ceiling in horror.

“I think we should go to sleep.” You said maybe a fraction louder and more assertive than you needed to. The last thing you needed or wanted was to be Bradley Bradshaws newest plaything.

“Yeah, you’re right. Got enough room if I turn on my side?” He sighed.

“Yup. Goodnight.” You said quickly, turning away from him.

It took you forever to fall asleep that night, because all you could think about was how you were hot and flustered for your worst enemy, and how his boner was pressed into your lower back.

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- Part 5 Here -

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expiredsoda · 1 year ago

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SLIGHT SPOILERS of resident lover donna's route BEWARE ?🐢

(just the shits and giggles, nothing serious ig but better safe then sorry though ówo

anyway i draw out a couple of scene that I enjoy they're so adorable I can not stop squealing and screaming through out the whole playthrough so yeah W game

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here have a smug kitty angie :

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bloodmoon-sky · 6 months ago

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Okay guys hear me out-

Did I tell you how much I love Venus? No? Oh okay

Okay okay so. I've been gaining a lot of interest in bats recently and I thought huh. What I combine Venus with a bat. And boom. Bat Venus was formed 💥💥 (grgrgrgr Tumblr has beef with me and it's ruining the quality 💔💔 click the pic for better quality!!)

I've done these doodles at school and who knows. maybe I'll draw him again :3

More info and headcannons abt him below!!

He can't talk properly, he just babbles and screeches. But he can emit ultrasonic sounds that reflect off solid surfaces; in other words this term is called echolocation !! Only Earth can understand him fr fr ❤️❤️

He's nocturnal (sleeps in the day and awake at night) and at night he has a very sharp eye (IK BATS ARE BLIND AF AND THEY SEE WITH SOUND BUT STILL <33)

He can increase the size of his ears and wings according to his will but doesn't do it very often since it frightens the others (but he scares Mercury with them lol)

He has fangs :0

He's a biter and blood eater 😇😇

He sleeps upside down (YES THIS IS ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS I BATIFIED VENUS 💕💕)

When everyone's asleep he keeps watch on them and is very protective <3

If you have a death wish you can wake him up during the day ^^

Has a death stare and he can make you run away in 2.5 seconds 😇 (Don't believe? Ask Mercury...)

He angy

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 10 months ago

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I'm not hers

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Dimitrescu Castle Maid!

Warnings: Brief smut, Minors DNI, jealousy, angst, forbbiden love, fluff...

Word count: 5,617

Summary: You are Alcina's favourite maid, but your heart belongs to another woman...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!! Requests are open!! I love you all!! :))))

“Here's your tea,” you said kindly, carefully pouring the almost boiling water into the two cups on the table.

“Thank you, (Y/N)” the lady of the castle, your lady, Alcina Dimitrescu, whispered.

You had been working in the castle for so long that you were beginning to not know what day you lived on. It wasn't torture, or the end of your life, as the villagers commented. Your skills in servitude had earned you a sort of privileged position among the other maids. Alcina herself had made of you her personal maid. Quite an honor, or so they said.

It was an ordinary afternoon, an afternoon of visitors. The youngest lord, Donna Beneviento, had gone to the castle to have tea with her sister. It was something that happened more and more often.

“Thank you...” the lady in black sighed, carefully taking her cup and slightly diverting her gaze to yours. You smiled kindly and retreated to a corner, waiting patiently for the lady in white to want something from you. You certainly didn't mind staying there.

“I'm very glad that you've finally decided to get out of that dark house and come here from time to time, Donna,” Alcina said, looking at you out of the corner of her eye.

The woman in black simply nodded. She was never a born communicator.

“Anyway, Mother Miranda called me the other day to talk to me about a matter that worries her...”

Lady Dimitrescu began to speak with the elegance that characterized her. Donna was listening, or so it seemed. You turned your head a bit to match what was supposedly her gaze, hidden as always, in that black veil. It was a brief look, but one that caused a knot in your stomach and a subtle lift of your corners.

Your hands, fixed in front of your body in a formal posture, played with each other, thus revealing your incipient nervousness.

“Donna, dear... Are you listening to me?” Alcina asked, drawing the attention of the doll maker, who abruptly moved her head towards her sister, turning away from your gaze.

“Yes, yes, of course,” she said, clearing her throat, her voice hoarse from not using it regularly. Your cheeks blushed.

Alcina gave a half smile and crossed her legs, resting her back on the sofa.

“Oh, I know what's happening here...” The lady of the castle whispered, studying her sister's gestures.

Your entire body immediately tensed and your breathing suddenly became labored. At least you were far enough away.

“What? I don't...” Donna murmured, you imagined with the same nervousness.

“You're worried about Angie, aren't you?” Dimitrescu stated.

Your breathing relaxed, you even had to suppress a sigh.

“I... Uh, yes,” the lady in black said, nodding, perhaps too quickly. Poor Donna, she didn't know how to hide.

“Don't worry about your puppet, dear... The girls aren't going to hurt her. You know they appreciate you two enough not to do it,” Alcina said amused.

“Yes, I know,” Donna whispered, also nervously playing with her hands. “I… I was wondering if…”

“Mm?”

“I’ve heard that you already have a new harvest ready," the lady in black said, almost in a whisper.

“One of the best I've ever had. The weather has been nice lately,” Alcina mentioned, sipping her cup of tea.

“I was wondering if I could take a couple of bottles. Your wine is excellent,” Donna asked kindly. What a poor excuse.

“Wine? Oh, of course, dear. You know you can always count on that, although I don't like when a lady like you drinks alone,” Alcina murmured, narrowing her eyes, as if she were trying to discover an ulterior motive.

“I don't drink alone. It's only to accompany meals, and well, also to cook...” Donna explained, with her body moving erratically on the sofa.

“Fine...” Alcina sighed, looking towards you, as you already anticipated. “(Y/N), would you be so kind as to accompany Lady Beneviento to the basement?”

“Of course, my lady,” you said hastily, taking several steps closer to the women.

Donna stood up slowly, looking at you for a moment.

“Would you grant me the honor of accompanying you, my lady?” You asked, trying with all your might not to smile.

“Sure,” Donna whispered, under the watchful gaze of the lady of the castle.

You walked slowly to the exit of that small room, your heart beating as fast as it could. The lady in black followed you closely.

“(Y/N),” Alcina called, interrupting your path.

“Yes, my lady?” You asked nervously.

The lady in white stared at you for a moment and then sighed, shaking her head.

“Don't even think about giving her bad wine. If you do, there will be consequences,” she threatened calmly.

“Don't worry, my lady,” you whispered before disappearing from that room.

The walking was silent. There were a couple of maids in the hallways, and the screams of Alcina's daughters, probably playing raucously with Angie, bounced off the walls. You used that raucous laughter as a reference to know when you were safe.

The sound of Donna’s heels echoed off the ornate walls of the castle. When that sound was the only one that accompanied you, you got closer to the lady in black. Donna did the same, moving her hand until it brushed against yours, making you bite your lip.

“Wine? Really?” You asked quietly, looking at her out of the corner of your eye.

A soft laugh came from that black veil as the brushing hands came closer, intertwining your fingers.

“I like wine,” Donna said, in the same discreet tone.

“What else do you like, my lady?” You asked, turning down a lonely hallway.

“I like you,” she whispered, stopping walking and standing in front of you.

You smiled, your cheeks flushed, illuminated by the subtle light of the candles. Gently, you leaned towards her, pushing the black fabric away from her face and gently grabbing her waist. She sighed before your lips met in a tender kiss, slow but eager at the same time.

“I've missed you so much, (Y/N)...” Donna murmured, bringing her body closer to yours, continuing to kiss you lovingly and caressing your face, your chest...

There, hidden in an empty hallway, you shared a gesture of love, the love you had felt for some time. It was a clandestine, forbidden, unexpected love...

The day Alcina sent you to the Beneviento estate was the best day of your life for you. There you met Donna, a fearsome lord, a strange, elegant, ghostly woman. At first she was as shy as you'd heard the Dimitrescu girls say. Without showing the discretion that it’s expected of you as a maid, you began to ask the young Dimitrescu daughters about the lady in black.

Little by little, these visits increased to the point that the errands they had sent you to do were put on the back burner. Chats in the living room, chess games... Entire afternoons with Donna Beneviento. Love was not long in coming.

But, even though the feeling was mutual, even though Donna felt the same way about you, there was still one problem: you belonged to Alcina. You were a maid, nothing else. You were not an elegant lady, nor a lord, you were a servant. Your lady would never approve your love and, above all, she would never let you leave the castle.

After some tender kisses and whispers that said how happy you were to see each other, time stopped for a moment, with your bodies tied by your arms, not wanting to be separated.

“It took you a long time...” you said with a melancholic voice, playing with her black veil so that it didn't hide her true beauty. “Don't make me wait for so long...”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N). I don't usually come to have tea with Alcina. If I do it often it could be suspicious,” she said, gently caressing your cheek, looking at you with that shine in her eye that drove you crazy.

A sudden noise made you separate automatically.

“Come, we can't stay here,” you said, grabbing the hand of the lady in black and guiding her towards your chambers.

Being Alcina's personal maid had its advantages. Unlike the rest of the maids, you could enjoy a bedroom to yourself. It was small, but at least you didn't have four girls sleeping with you.

“Come in, quick,” you said, opening the door slowly, looking around to make sure no one was nearby.

Donna obeyed and you closed the door behind her, sitting on the bed. She did the same.

Her hand grabbed yours, without saying a single word, caressing your skin slowly while with the other she removed the black fabric from her face.

“Your skin is so soft... I love it,” she murmured, her gaze on your hand. You smiled. Even though your romance had been going on for a while, she was still shy. Why deny it, you liked her that way.

“It's a compliment?” You asked amused, pulling Donna by the hand to bring her closer to you and kiss her quickly. She laughed against your lips, nodding as you lay back on the bed.

“Of course it is,” she said smiling, kissing you slowly, without haste, placing herself on top of your hips, without stopping looking at you as if you were something tremendously valuable or admirable.

“You're beautiful, you know?” You whispered lovingly, running your hands through the black fabric that covered her arms. She shook her head.

“You know I’m not,” she said, relaxing her expression a bit.

“Whatever you say, Donna...” you sighed, used to her complexes.

The kisses continued slowly, innocent but eager. Your hands surrounded her body, keeping her very close to you.

“I've thought about you so much... I thought I was going crazy,” the doll maker whispered in your ear, making the hair on your body stand up.

“Me too,” you said, brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear before kissing her more passionately, rolling on the small bed. “Come on, don't be mean.”

“What?” She asked confused, lying on top of you, with her hand resting on the mattress and an amused look on her face.

“Come on, tell me things in Italian, you know I love it,” you purred, rising a bit to kiss her neck.

The lady in black opened her mouth to fulfill your wishes, but a few steps in the hallway made her sit up scared.

“Hey, nothing it’s wrong. No one is going to come in here,” you said, standing up and putting a hand on her shoulder. Donna sighed, shaking her head.

“I don't know how long I can stay here, (Y/N), it's dangerous,” she whispered, grabbing your hand on her shoulder and kissing it gently.

You closed your eyes, unable to refute those words. The helplessness you felt about that situation had been building up inside you, transforming it into anger and frustration. But, above all, you wanted to enjoy that moment for yourselves.

“Then it would be better to enjoy it,” you said, pulling her body until she rested on the bed.

Without wanting to think about it, you launched yourself into kissing her again, running your hands over her body, putting them under her dress.

It didn't take long for your maid's outfit to start bothering you.

“Let me see your body...” Donna whispered, untying the tie on your back, letting the apron get lost in the sheets. “You are perfect, (Y/N)”

You smiled as your kisses made their way down her neck, down her shoulders, taking advantage of her distraction to undo the buttons on her dress, reaching under it and caressing her skin.

There were more and more clothes between the sheets and less on your bodies. The heat of passion was unbearable. Not even the cold of the castle was enough to keep your body from burning on top of hers.

Her hands traveled along your already naked back, free of any article of clothing that would be bothersome to Donna. Gasps took over the place while you worked to unhook the black bra that prevented you from caressing her completely.

Donna moaned when your fingers subtly ran over her breasts, when your mouth gently bit the flesh of her neck. The pleasure was overwhelming. The touch of your almost naked bodies was a sensation that you remembered every night before going to sleep, to never forget it, to not let the time you spent without her by your side be even more unbearable.

“You look much better without that dress,” you said amused, lowering your hand down her body, passing over her chest, over her belly... Not letting your lips separate from her skin for even a second.

“Don't stop kissing me, darling. Your kisses give me life...” Donna whispered romantically, hugging you tightly.

“You give me life,” you whispered back, caressing her legs while your mouth went lower and lower, until it came across the last piece of clothing that remained on her body. She moaned, knowing what you intended, knowing that your kisses wouldn't stop on her lower belly.

You sat up for a moment, grabbing the fabric of her underwear and staring at her. Thoughts returned to your mind, anger burning in your heart again, at least for a second, at least until her hand traveled to your cheek and caressed it so gently that she almost tickled you.

“Maybe it isn't the time to tell you this but...” She murmured, with her gaze lost in yours, with her hand wandering over your bare chest. “Ti amo.”

You sighed getting excited to hear those words. You've never, ever heard them before. Neither of you dared to utter that obvious truth. Surely because by doing so, the feeling of helplessness would increase considerably.

“I love you, Donna,” you responded, rising to her lips again, kissing her in an anticlimactic way, breaking that burning passion that surrounded that small bedroom, at least for a moment.

You both smiled, cautiously studying your features. Love was the only thing your gaze reflected.

“Let me show you how much I love you, my love,” you whispered into her ear, biting her earlobe.

She moaned at the contact and closed her eye, fully enjoying your kisses going down her body again, removing that black fabric that separated your lover from nudity, from vulnerability.

Your lips rested softly on her skin while your hands slightly separated her legs. You knew that to be so exposed embarrassed her, but you also knew it drove her crazy. You circled around her private area as if you wanted to tease, planting timid kisses on the inside of her thighs. A frustrated moan left her lips. You smiled against her skin; that was what you wanted.

“Don't play with me, (Y/N), I need you...” Donna murmured, her hips shaking eagerly. You wish you could have had more time, you wish you didn't have to hurry so much.

Your lips brushed against her wetness, kissing it, licking it carefully as she writhed beneath you. Your fingers slowly moved down to meet your mouth, stimulating her body in the way you knew would make her melt with pleasure.

“(Y/N)...” She gasped as you carefully brushed against her clit, trying not to stimulate her too much. She was a very sensitive woman, in all aspects.

Your mouth continued to move on her folds, savoring her arousal, the shy and embarrassed sounds coming out of her mouth.

You added a finger to your actions, gently entering her, making her body squirm even more. Her moans became disordered little by little, increasing at the same time as your speed. Her back soon arched, gripping your hair tightly, holding you in place during her release.

You smiled satisfied, climbing back up her body. Her hands guided your head towards hers, kissing you with passion and gratitude for that fantastic orgasm you had caused her, moaning into your lips as she tasted herself in your mouth.

“Cara mia...” she whispered, turning around, showing that your time on top of her was over. It was your turn to feel loved.

You closed your eyes as you felt her tongue passing over your neck, as you felt her hands running along your legs, scratching your skin with desire, wanting to make you feel the same as her.

Her movements were more hurried, not wanting to waste time, not wanting to let your arousal fade.

Erratic caresses between your legs, two fingers running up and down your folds... All of that was more than enough for your body to lose control.

“Donna...” You moaned, suppressing the urge to scream when she inserted two fingers inside you, moving slowly, right where you needed them.

When your body gave in to pleasure, you thought you were in Heaven itself.

The caresses didn’t stop, your naked bodies came together again moving in a wet dance, rubbing those sensitive areas in a rhythmic way, with your hands intertwined, with your gazes fixed on each other.

“You're perfect...” Donna whispered, lying down on the bed next to you, exhausted with pleasure.

You smiled, snuggling into her chest, letting her arms protect you from the cold of the castle.

“Hey, that thing about you loving me...” You joked, moving a finger in circles on her bare chest.

“What?” She asked amused, kissing your hair.

“It's true?”

“Do you think I would lie to you?” Donna asked again, losing her smile a bit.

“No, I just wanted you to tell me again,” you joked hugging her body on the small bed. The doll maker laughed softly, lifting your chin and kissing you slowly.

“I love you,” she sighed into your lips.

“I love you,” you said.

After a moment of relaxation, enjoying the silence naked and cuddling, the negative thoughts returned to your mind, making your grip on her chest tighten enough to get her attention.

“Tesoro, what's wrong?” Donna asked immediately, positioning herself better so she could look at you.

“It's just that to have to be like this… It hurts me, you know. I hate to hid,” you said being sincere, something that you didn't know was a good idea.

“It hurts me too, (Y/N)... But there is no other remedy,” she said with a somber voice, taking her gaze away from yours, with an incipient tremor in her hands.

“I wish I could... Well, I could be with you without being afraid... I would like it so much, Donna...” You whispered, noticing how tears were beginning to form in your eyes.

“Me too,” the lady said, hugging you tighter.

“Why don't we tell Alcina?” You asked, moving away from her a bit.

“Tell her what?”

“You know, about us... Tell her that we love each other... Maybe she understands it and maybe... Maybe she lets me go with you.”

“You know perfectly well that it’s impossible, cara mia. You are hers. She would never let you leave,” Donna said, shaking her head.

“No, I'm not hers. Do you know how many times I have refused to go to her chambers at night?” You said, a bit annoyed by her defeatist attitude.

“(Y/N), don't remind me that. Every time I think she could... Make you...” She said stuttering, frowning in a dangerous way.

“I would never do it, Donna... I love you and...” You interrupted her, before she lost her nerve.

“Stop it, (Y/N)” she said with an angry, furious tone. “Alcina would never give up on you.”

“You haven't tried,” you replied with an angry hiss.

“Because I know it won't help. You are her property.”

“I'm not anyone's property,” you protested, regretting having started that conversation.

“That's not what she thinks,” Donna said, crossing her arms. “Do you think she would let you go with me? Don't be deluded, you are just...”

“A maid?” You finished her sentence with a pang in your heart.

“No, I didn't mean that,” the doll maker said, grabbing your hand in apology. “I love you, (Y/N), and I would like to believe that you and I could be...”

A knock on the door interrupted this argument. You, scared, covered yourself with the sheets.

“(Y/N)? Are you there?” The unmistakable voice of the lady of the castle matched the loud knocks on the door.

“Shit, shit,” you said, getting out of bed, looking for something to cover yourself. Donna also stood up nervously. You knew that Alcina wasn't exactly the most patient woman in the world. “Hide”

Trusting Lady Beneviento to fulfill your request, you headed to the door, covering yourself with the sheets.

“Did you want something, my lady?” You said with a formal tone, looking out the door, but without opening it completely.

“Ah, there you are... I've been looking for you all over the castle,” Alcina said, sighing in relief and looking at you up and down. “Why are you naked?”

“Oh, I, well... I went down to the cellar and... I wanted to take a bath. There's a lot of dirt down there,” you said nervously, trying to sound as natural as possible.

The lady raised her eyebrows with a confused look.

“Well, well... You're lucky that cleaning that area is not one of your tasks, huh?” She said with a seductive tone, unable to contain her studious gaze towards your pathetically covered body. “Anyway, where is Donna? Wasn't she with you?”

You were nervous, but it wasn't the first time they were about to catch you. You acquired a splendid gift for acting.

“Yes, well... she's already gone,” you lied, moving a black heel that was close to you so that Dimitrescu wouldn't see it.

“Has she left? Without saying goodbye? Without Angie? Oh... This woman...” the lady sighed. “Well, I guess you want to be alone. Remember that today it's your turn to get my manicure. Don't be late, mm?” She said before disappearing, shaking her head.

“Ugh,” you sighed, closing the door immediately. Donna emerged from her makeshift hiding place and began to get dressed. “Hey, what are you doing? Alcina thinks you're gone. We have a little more time to be together,” you said, grabbing her wrist so she would stop buttoning her dress. She just shook her head.

“No, (Y/N). I have to go home,” she said dryly, nervous about what had happened.

“Come on, Donna, don't be that way, I... Hey, I'm sorry about earlier,” you whispered affectionately, kissing her wounded cheek.

“Do you think I wouldn't like you to live with me? Do you think I like to hide what I feel for you?” She accused you, pushing you away in an unpleasant way. “But I can't, (Y/N). I thought you had already assumed it.”

“How do you want me to assume that the love we feel is impossible? Am I not important enough to you to fight for me?” You said, trying not to raise your voice too much.

“You are... You are the most important thing to me. You have been the first person I have loved in my entire life,” Donna said, in a horribly serious tone. “You were the first that… I… I gave you my heart, (Y/N).”

“Why don't we try then? What prevents you?” you asked, feigning indifference. “You were also the first for me, you know?”

“I can't take away one of my sister's possessions. She would never get rid of you. You just have to see the way she looks at you. I don't even want to think about the things that happen in this castle when I'm not here,” she said, getting out of bed and looking for her lost shoes.

“Oh, well, now it's jealousy time... Are you jealous? This is your problem?” You asked ironically, making her growl in anger. “I have never slept with her.”

“That's what you say... But are you telling the truth?” She asked again, with desperate anger in her voice.

“Of course I am, Donna,” you said, clenching your fists tightly on either side of your hips. “But you know what? I don't expect you to believe me.”

“Accept reality, (Y/N). Don't think you're the only one who is suffering here,” the lady in black murmured, heading to the door.

“Then do something! Damn it…” You shouted, not being careful with the tone of your voice.

“You know I can't,” she said with a broken voice, putting her hand on the doorknob.

“Coward,” you hissed, trying not to let your tears spill yet. “Coward!”

“I loved spending the afternoon with you, (Y/N),” Donna said indifferently, opening the door and leaning out to look around.

“That's it, get out, coward...” You responded, not being able to ignore the pain you were feeling.

The door closed and Donna disappeared.

“Fuck!” You screamed angrily, hitting your dresser with your bare foot. A terrible idea.

The creak of the door opening created some hope in you. Hope that she had reconsidered her words.

“Can you give me back the veil?” The lady in black murmured.

You made an angry face, picking up the black cloth from the floor and throwing it at her in a disgusting manner, slamming the door in her face.

You had to control your crying. Tears now roamed freely down your face. You loved her, she knew it. She loved you and you knew it. You didn't understand the irrational fear that Alcina provoked in her sister. It was true that Alcina never lost what she considered hers but... What problem was there for Donna to try? The lady of the castle may have been over a century old, but that didn't mean she could understand love between two people, whoever they were.

There wasn't much more time to grieve anyway. As a maid, you had many things to do.

“Be more careful, (Y/N)” the lady of the castle murmured while you fulfilled her wish to paint her nails.

The sobs had been present the entire time. Alcina simply studied your features, but she didn't ask.

“I'm sorry, my lady,” you said with a broken voice, being more careful with the nail polish.

“What's wrong?” She asked, taking a sip from her wine glass. “You look sad, dear…”

You obviously had no intention of telling the truth.

“It's nothing, my lady,” you said, suppressing another sob.

“You are so bad at lying, (Y/N)...” Alcina laughed, amused.

“It's nothing you have to worry about, my lady,” you said again, placing her hand delicately on the table.

“If it interferes with your incredible ability to serve me, I'm worried,” she said with a seductive tone, one that gave you chills.

You hadn't lied to Donna. Alcina hinted to you several times that she wouldn't mind having you in her bed. You always rejected her with elegance. She already stopped insisting.

“Have you had a fight with any of the maids? You can tell me, there is always room for stupid maids in the dungeons,” Alcina said, trying to sound funny, but only succeeding in sounding terrifying.

“No, my lady,” you denied calmly, focusing on your task.

“You know you're my favorite, right? I would never let anything happen to you,” the lady of the castle said with a kinder tone. You simply nodded.

“Excuse me, my lady,” a maid interrupted that quiet night. Alcina growled in annoyance.

“Irina, how many times have I told you not to bother me at this time of the night?”

The girl seemed a bit scared, but also agitated.

“I'm sorry, my lady, but...”

“But? What's going on? Speak,” Dimitrescu demanded, removing her hand from yours, moving her legs impatiently.

“La, Lady Beneviento is in the castle. She says she wants to talk to you,” the maid explained, making you immediately turn your head and almost spill the nail polish.

“Donna? What is she doing here at this hour?” Alcina asked, confused, looking out of the corner of her eye at your nervous reaction.

“I don't know, my lady. It seems to be important,” the young woman responded.

“It seems to be important,” the lady in white mocked, putting on a robe over her night clothes. “Bring her here, come on, do your job,” she demanded unpleasantly.

The girl lowered her head and ran out of the room.

“What is wrong with her now... Oh, that woman... She's a sweetheart but the poor thing is not very right in the head, you understand?” Alcina explained, finishing her glass of wine.

“I think she's nice,” you murmured in a tone that revealed everything you were thinking. The lady looked at you curiously, frowning.

“Oh, yes, she is... Don't be confused, I appreciate her a lot. I hope she didn't have any problems with the wine you gave her, (Y/N).”

“No, my lady,” you said nervous as you heard some familiar heels approaching.

“Donna, dear, what brings you here at this time of the night? Did you have nightmares again?” the lady of the castle asked when the mourning figure of your lover entered the room. She was nervous, you could feel it.

“No, I... I wanted to talk to you,” Donna said shyly, leaving the Angie doll on the floor, inert so that she wouldn't get in the way. Hope returned to your heart immediately.

“(Y/N), get out. I'll call you when we're done,” Alcina ordered, gesturing to you with her hand.

“No, no, let her stay…. I... I wanted to talk to you about her,” the woman in black said hurriedly, her voice trembling.

“(Y/N)? What have you done to her…?” Alcina hissed, threatening you with her height and a dangerous look.

“Nothing, my lady,” you said, still with a bit of resentment for that argument. You weren't going to speak for her. It was her time to do it.

“(Y/N),” Donna murmured, approaching you with a firm step, throwing herself into your arms and removing the veil from her face so she could kiss you.

You dropped the polish on the floor, frozen by that reaction, by that unexpected and fearless kiss.

“Please, forgive me...” She whispered, kissing you slowly, without worrying about the woman who was between you. “You were right…”

“What's going on here, ladies?” Alcina asked, gently pushing you away.

“Alcina, I'm sorry but I... I'm in love with her,” Donna said, grabbing your hand, holding it tightly in hers.

“With you?” The tall woman asked, looking at you curiously.

You nodded, feeling sorry for your lover's bravery. You couldn't leave her alone.

“We love each other,” you murmured in a low voice, not daring to look your lady in the face.

“You love each other...” She sighed. “You love each other…”

Alcina Dimitrescu, elegant lady of the castle, lost that same elegance by bursting into thunderous laughter. You and Donna looked at each other, confused, nervous.

“Oh, my, my, my... So the noises I heard in your bedroom some afternoons were not due to your desire to love yourself... Don't tell me that my sweet, shy little sister was playing with you... What a surprise, Donna...” Alcina said, amused.

“Um... I...” The lady in black stammered. You couldn't see her face, but it would surely be red with embarrassment, like yours.

“(Y/N)... How well you hid it from me...”Alcina said, amused, filling her wine glass again.

“Alcina I...” Donna said, breaking that embarrassing tension. “I want, I want her to come with me.”

You squeezed her sweaty hand, letting her know how happy made you that she had finally dared to do something like that.

“With you? Where?”

“To, to my house... I, I wish she could live with me...” Donna answered, having difficulty in speaking clearly.

“Are you asking me to let (Y/N) go with you? Do you want to (Y/N) to stop being my maid? Is that what you're asking me, dear?” Alcina asked, with a dark tone, one that made you start to tremble.

“Yes please. I, I love her,” Donna whispered, probably feeling the same things as you.

“But dear, do you know how difficult is to find a maid like (Y/N)? She is yours in bed, but she is mine the rest of the time, don't forget that.”

“No,” you said, interrupting that dangerous conversation. “I'm sorry, Alcina. I’m not yours. I want to go with Donna.”

“Oh, how shameless you are, (Y/N)... Love makes you stupid,” Alcina hissed, drinking her glass of wine and plopping down on the couch.

“I will do whatever it takes to take her with me. I’m begging you, Alcina, let (Y/N) free. Please...” The doll maker said, kneeling in front of your mistress.

“Oh, but look at you, Donna. A powerful lord like you kneeling for the love of a mere mortal...” the tall woman said, with sarcasm and a sinister smile on her face “What would Mother Miranda say if she saw you like that.”

“I don't care about Miranda, nor about you. I only care about (Y/N). I will fight with you if necessary,” Donna said firmly, determined to give everything for you, to challenge even Mother Miranda. You knew Donna loved you, but you didn't know how much.

“I see...” Alcina murmured, shaking her head. “Get up, Donna.”

She obeyed, helped by you. You weren't going to let her go of, not even for a moment, no matter what.

“I guess I have no other choice, right, (Y/N)? Tell me dear, do you want to go with her? Do you really love Donna?” The lady of the castle asked, addressing you.

“Yes, my lady, with all my soul.”

“Okay, okay...” the tall woman sighed, standing up. “Get out, both of you. But…”

“But?” You two asked in unison.

“Be sure to come here from time to time, you have a divine gift for manicures.”

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Day 11 - Out of Reach

Pairings: Lionel Shabandar x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where [Y/n] crushes on her boss who may or may not have similar feelings (spoilers he does)

Tag(s)/Warning(s): boss/secretary thing, pining, 'collecting' people, unhm not too much other stuff really, Lionel getting angy for a moment, worrying about job loss, that's it?

A/N: AYEE it's our boi Lionel 🦁🦁🦁 !!! I have not really written for him before lol so much sorry if it's out of character i'm trying here bhaha!

Crushing on your boss, was one of the most cliche things someone could ever do. Yet here [Y/n] was doing that exact thing, in hopes that maybe, it would all end up like a romantic Christmas BBC special. You know the one, where the protagonist is in love with their boss who, is very much out of reach? But it turns out the boss has been crushing too. Yeah, those.

Only, she didn't think Santa liked her that much. Granted, she stopped believing in him when she saw her mum sneaking presents under the tree when she was ten, but she also wasn’t a big believer in Christmas miracles. It’d be nice though. Because boooy, the list of things she would do for Lionel Shabandar to like her as much as she liked him was looong.

And some of them were very much not child-friendly.

Hey, it wasn't her fault he was so handsome, suave, and also, so, so demanding of everyone he worked with. A lot of the people who worked for him found that he was a bit of an asshole, but her? Nah. She just saw a man who knew what he wanted, and did what he needed, to make sure he got it. And boy did watching him deal with some of his clients get her hot and bothered, when he would lay waste to them with facts and data until the other person had no other choice than to acquiesce to him, or go back to the drawing board.

Lionel wasn't a fool, and he certainly didn't have time to suffer with fools or day dreamers. No, he had a business to run and a world to dominate with his media might.

But speaking of day dreamers.

"Day-dreaming again [Y/n]?"

The low rumble of his sonorous voice right by her ear, caused her to jolt in her seat as she hadn't even realized he had come over to her. Startled by him suddenly appearing right by her side, and giving her a look of amusement, she couldn't help the flood of embarrassment that ran through her veins, and showed on her face as she tried to play it off. Shuffling up some paper to make it look like she hadn't been zoning out, she smiled at him in hopes he would ignore her zoning out.

He of course, wasn't fooled by that.

"I don't believe I pay you to just sit pretty and day dream about doing work," he continued, straightening to his full height and crossing his arms against his chest. "Though I do so enjoy looking at you as much as I do my Monet's. Much more interesting than silly paperwork. Though I guess it is a good problem to have. Paperwork that is."

Oh, also how could she forget how much of a flirt he was. Was it really her fault that she was crushing on him whenever he would say something like that to her?

"I'm so sorry Lionel!" [Y/n] apologized profusely, looking at him bashfully. "It won't happen again! I was just looking at the winter gala information and the themes for the night," she lied hoping to save her skin.

"Hmm really?"

"Yep, just wanted to make sure we had everything we needed before I went to talk to Earl about getting some potential sample art pieces for the gala."

There was a grimace on his face when she said that, and she noticed it would appear whenever they talked about his curator. She didn't know why, but he seemed to not really liked the man which was so very strange. He did hire him after all.

"Then why do you only have the lunch menu of the Savoy's grill and memos from print media on your desk?"

She looked down and those were exactly the things on her desk. Well, would you look at that.

"I-I uhm…I got hungry?"

If he fired her for that, he would very much be in the right for it as she watched him close his eyes, his lips going into a thin line before he let out air through his nose.

She was about to lose her job wasn't she? So long any chance of her getting to date him. As if there were any in the first place.

"It is about time isn't it," Lionel spoke as he opened his eyes, and glanced down at his watch, and back to [Y/n] who was trying to not gawk at him.

What.

"But before that, I need you to find Earl." Another grimace. "And do indeed tell him about the samples, I rather have this done sooner than later so we can fix any mess ups that happen."

"Don't have any faith in him do you?"

"Barely," he groused, annoyance clear on his features as he rolled his eyes. "I'm not sure why I even keep him on, the quality of his work has been declining for a while now and as you know, I have no time to suffer fools. Especially with the growth that’s happening with the company."

She did. Which made her cheer knowing she wasn't a fool, at least because she was still here.

"Well everyone has their slumps sometimes Lionel," [Y/n] responded, actually dragging up the memos and notes from the board members with their requests and preferences for the gala. "Maybe he's just having one right now? He did help with curating the spring gala this year, and there were a lot of compliments from the board and others, so maybe he's rebounding?"

"The spring gala?" He huffed in exasperation at that memory, and she couldn't help but feel a rant coming on. "You mean after you had to intervene after seeing him show up with a collection of expressionism paintings rather than surrealism after he mixed up which storage room he went into?"

That had been a whole debacle, and she’d never seen Lionel turn that red with anger. The heat had practically radiated off of him as he glared at poor Earl who was bumbling his apologies while [Y/n] tried to calm Lionel.

"If it wasn't for you it would have been a bloody disaster!"

Eh, he did have a point. But she liked Earl pretty well, and he seemed mostly competent. Mostly competent, was well below Lionel's standards though.

"I'll take the compliment, but I'll make sure I'm clear with Earl this time about what we need," she smiled, garnering a similar look from him that made her stomach feel all funny.

He had a very nice smile.

"Good, other than your daydreaming," he started, causing her to want to squirm in embarrassment, "you've clearly been a better hire than my previous assistant," Lionel mused as his features softened, his eyes watching her intently making her to feel a bit shy under his gaze. "I'm not one for silly praise, your compensation should be enough for that."

It was. Quite generous actually.

"But I do hope you stay on for as long as possible, I do quite like seeing you every day, and appreciate how thorough your work is."

If her face wasn't on fire from earlier when he had shown up next to her suddenly, it sure was now. Something else was on fire as well. Leave it up to her to turn his praise into something more.

"Thank you Lionel, I hope I can keep satisfying you with my work."

"Oh, I'm sure you will." He replied, flashing a smirk at her that many a woman before had fallen for, and she was not ashamed to be another on the list. "Now," he cleared his throat, "before you talk to Earl, I think lunch is waiting for us. That is if you care to join me today?"

"Yes please!"

"Get. Out."

He was hot and fuming, but his words were as chilly as the London air this time of the year. Actually, they may have been colder.

Add the way she had never seen someone run from his office like this, and she had seen some people powerwalk out the door mind you, and she knew they were in a shitty place.

Six weeks until the gala and the ball had been dropped and bad. Earl was out, and they were left with a steaming pile of turd, Lionel's words not hers. But it was very much what it was.

"Lionel I've called, Andrew, Catherine, James and Holly but all of them are either booked with work or out of the country and won't be able to make it."

"What about Martin?"

"I left a message with Mr. Zaidenweber's assistant, but she said he had just started work with another client and won't be able to fit it into his schedule with such short notice."

"Bloody damn!" He hissed, slamming his hand on the desk, causing some of the items on it to shake and fall. One of the victims, was a little globe that rolled off it and onto the floor as it made its way towards where [Y/n] was standing. "I should have fired him months ago!" He spat, as he leaned over his desk to look at the samples that were left , and it seemed to make him even more furious as he swiped them onto the floor with force. The sound of the pages crinkling filled the air with a ‘woosh’ as he did that.

"And now I'm going to look like an absolute fool to these people because of that little prat!"

Grabbing the little globe that rolled towards her before it tapped the sole of her shoe, she brought it back to his desk, sitting it down before backing away. She could feel the fury radiating off of him, and rightfully so, considering all the important people who were supposed to be coming to talk business.

While she wasn't extremely savvy in all of that, only knowing bits and bobs from what Lionel told her, and a bit of research she had to do when clients were coming. She knew appearances were everything, and taking into account what people liked and didn't like was important.

And Earl had mucked up terribly it seemed, after mishearing what she had said, even though she had sent him memo after memo with what was needed. In a way, it made her feel like it was her fault even logically it wasn't. Still, though, he had entrusted her with that task, and from where she was at right now she felt like a great big failure.

"I'm so sorry Lionel!" She blurted out, her head dropping to look at the floor, hoping to avoid his anger and also to avoid him seeing how her eyes began to gloss.

A familiar pang in her chest attempted to crawl up her throat, and she tried to keep it down as she had no intention of crying in front of him.

There was a beat of silence before he answered, and when he did, his voice was filled with utter confusion because what was she talking about?

"I'm sorry?" A look of bewilderment appeared on his face that she couldn't see, and with the tone of his voice going up from his norm, it made her want to hide. "What are you going on about [Y/n]? I don't pay you to curate art though at this point I may have to!"

"It's just, I-I was the one who said Earl would be fine doing it," she explained shakily as she fidgeted with her fingers. "Even during lunch that one time. I tried to convince you of it…and now he's gone and botched it! I know the board is going to have something to say if things don't go right. And it's not gone right…just because I couldn't keep my mouth shut."

The room was quiet for a moment before the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor echoed around the space as he approached her. With each step, she felt her heart drop further into her stomach. All that joking around about losing her job, but this time, she might really lose it.

Head still bowed, even when she felt him standing in front of her, she was jolted when she felt a hand wrap around her forearm, and a finger lifting her head up to look at him.

His lips were drawn into a frown, but the look in his eyes was devoid of anger. Especially now, when he saw her eyes that were rimmed red, which caused a look of concern to etch itself onto his face

"[Y/n] once again you have things arse backwards," Lionel huffed, but gently. "I hired you to run around and make sure the others have their orders, not, to do their work! Not only that, I can assure you I have no intention of blaming anyone for the decisions I make. And it was my decision to let him continue on. So enough of that, I don't enjoy your tears being wasted on something silly like this."

"B-But I-."

"[Y/n]." His voice was stern, and she quickly shut her mouth not one to back talk him. That seemed to placate him considering the pleased smile on his face before a thoughtful one took over.

"Good. Mow that we are on the same page, I need to make a call, I think I may have a solution. But well, we will see," he explained as he removed his finger from under her chin, which caused disappointment to rise in her chest. Though the one on her arm stayed and she wasn't in a hurry to move it.

She was hopeless wasn't she?

"Why don't you go and have lunch while I make a call, darling."

Darling?

That was a first. But she wasn't gonna complain about it either as he didn't even seem phased by what he had said.

For a moment, she wondered if he had even realized what had come out of his mouth. But he gave no hint of whether or not he did, and she could only do so much to hold back the grin that wanted to break through..

"Sure! Should I bring you back your usual?"

"Yes, that will be fine."

Giving him a smile, they stood in the same spot for a moment, his hand still on her arm as they gazed at one another before [Y/n] made the first move.

"W-well I'll be back and hopefully to some good news," she rambled, as she stepped back from his hold, which caused him to let go of her.

Already she missed his touch, but they had things to do, his was probably more important by hey so was eating.

Watching her go on her way, Lionel bit his bottom lip as she left all while he lingered in the middle of the room. His thoughts filled with a plan that he was sure to work, but also with thoughts of [Y/n].

His sweet, caring, brilliant, hard working assistant, who was also extremely alluring, so much so he would be remiss to compare her to the paintings he had. Oh no, she was much more stunning than those paintings.

And like the collector he was, he wanted to collect her. Maybe even have her in his permanent collection…

The only problem was he couldn't tell if she was as interested in him as he was her. But with the way she let him touch her, and how she seemed to hold back when he called her that little pet name, maybe there was a chance.

A smirk graced his lips at the thought of having her all for himself, but it would have to wait, because he had a gala that needed curating for, and no curator. And that just would not do.

So, he made his way to his desk and took his seat behind it. His back facing the glass window that showed a busy plaza in the middle of London as he picked up his desk phone and dialed a familiar number.

It rang a few times before the receiver was picked up on the other end, and a much to happy sounding voice came through the phone almost shouting.

"Li! What a surprise! You never call me at work without an appointment! And right before lunch too. Everything alright?"

"Quite alright, yes, but Sinclair, I need a favor."

A/N: What's next? Who knows : D ( I do hehe)

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gumballavocadoharry · 1 year ago

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Kindergarten crush:

Abby came through the door, eyes glistening, rhythm in her step, hair with extra bounce and lips stick in a shimmery smile. Harry turned from the table, scanning his daughter's face up and down with his own sweet smile. "Hello bunny, how was school?"

"Wonderful! He's amazing!" An arch tore across Harry's eyebrow, "He?" Abby sat closer to her father, "Paul. Paul Haskins. He has the biggest brown eyes ever!" Abby skipped to her bedroom, leaving behind a perplexed Harry at the dining table. Yn shuttled only a few minutes in the door. "So, Paul?" Harry nodded, watching Yn setting her purse down on the couch. Harry took a deep breath, "Paul this and Paul that...what does Abby see in boys anyway?"

Yn allowed a smirk to ring through her cheeks, "Since when do you have a problem with boys?" "Abby is too young to be considering any of that stuff now," Harry waved his hand, completely disparaging the notion. Yn tilted her head a little, "Paul's a nice boy. I met his mother and she's very nice." Harry scoffed, "Well... still."

Dinner time was filled with Abby's giggles and Harry's funny stories. Slurping her spaghetti, Abby's eyes gave way to a twinkle, "Spaghetti is Paul's favorite food. His mommy makes it for him all the time." Harry's grip on his fork tightened. "He gave some to me at school the other day, along with part of his oatmeal raisin cookies."

"What about daddy's grilled cheese sandwiches with extra cheese?" Harry's eyes scanning his little daughter's for maybe even an ounce, of excitement or validation. "It's good too, though." Harry gave his puppy pout like he usually did whenever something upset him. After the dinner dishes were cleared, Harry was parked at the sink scrubbing away at his more than clean plate. "Harry," He turned slightly on his name before turning back to the sink. "Paul, Paul, Paul... that's all she ever thinks about now."

Yn rubbed his back, "She just has a little crush right now, Harry. She still loves you...." Harry dropped the sponge into the sink, "She loves Paul right now, Yn," He unplugged the sink. "Abby was crazy about me before.... Paul came around..." Harry said his name like it was dreadful gulp of saline flavored medicine. "Harry.... Abby is still crazy about you.... she's always going to need you... and Paul's not going to take that away." Harry let a smidge of reassurance creep into him, urging a smile across his face.

That night, Harry peeked into Abby's room where she was sound asleep. He snuck in- hovering over her little limp body, tucking back a stray piece of hair that slinked across face. "My little princess," He whispered to himself, "My forever little princess." Harry bent down and planted a soft kiss to her cheek before tiptoeing out of the room.

The next afternoon, Yn had left to pick Abby up from school. She walked to her classroom where she saw Abby and Paul talking and laughing with each other. They walked out to their cubbies together, before they parted ways with their respective parent. "Is he nice?" Yn asked, "Very! He said he would draw me a picture tomorrow at school!"

"That's great sweetie!" Yn lifted her 5 year into her arms. That night, Abby was so excited, that Yn thought for sure her head would explode. Harry sulked in his chair watching Abby go on and on about Paul. "Maybe we could draw a picture together too baby?" Abby shot her father a smile before turning her attention back to the TV. Harry was quiet the rest of the night. Instead, he made a silent vow to pick Abby up from school the next day, as to point Paul out from the class. But things were different.

Abby ran to Harry as usual but was unusually quiet. "Hey Abby, how was school Pumpkin? Did.... Paul make you the picture he promised?" Abby shook her head. Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "He didn't?" She fell into his arms and cried. "He likes Angie better! He drew her the picture instead!" Harry lifted Abby into his arms. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry to hear that!" "I thought he liked me!"

"It'll be okay Abby," Harry cooed, "Daddy likes you..." Abby wiped the tears from her cheeks, "Daddy loves you to be exact." Abby looked down at the pavement of the parking lot. "Why don't me and you go get an afternoon snack? Does Dairy Queen sound good?" A smile grew on Abby's face. "Oh yeah!"

Yn set the Tv remote down upon hearing the front door open. Crinkles of paper bags sounded loudly through the house. "I bought us dinner," Harry said, setting the bag on the kitchen island. "Oh, and Abby and Paul are no longer an item." Yn raised an eyebrow, "You're happy about that, aren't you?" He shrugged, wearing a cheeky dimply ear to ear smile. "Maybe..." He held up her ice cream sundae.

"Hungry?" Yn playfully shook her head before digging into to her frozen treat. "How's Abby doing?"

"Well, she was sad at first- Paul had drew a picture for this girl in her class, Angie, instead- but once I asked if she wanted Dairy Queen, she perked right up." He turned to see Abby eating her chicken tenders and fries while watching TV. "It all worked out for the best it seemed."

Yn let a smile crawl across her face. She had a wonderful husband who was a wonderful father too.

*Sorry if this is cringey, I'm working on A LOT right now. *

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #dadrry #dad!harry #harry styles and yn #harry fanfic #father and daughter #harry styles fanfictions #harry one shot #harry styles imagines #harry x yn #harry ❤️ yn #harry styles blurb

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tan1shere · 1 year ago

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Changes pt 3

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: finally what you've all been waiting for, I hope you all enjoy this was such a fun story to write. I feel like I wrote this well, especially the anxiety as I suffer hugely from it, a few techniques in there of how I deal with it if you also struggle <3

Summary: Ellies the bad girl in the school but she takes a liking to the reader, everyone's worried but the reader somehow changes her for the better ... or does she ?

Warnings: MDNI. Smut at end !! Implied rape from a past relationship, anxiety, pet names, SOFT DOM ELS ! mentions of drinking and I think that's it :)

Text: orange-ellie pink-reader blue-angela

The red text is flashbacks which is near the end !!

Masterlist || pt 1 ! , pt 2 !

"It's all an act. Dont fall for any of it."

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"She's gunna hurt you Y/n."

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"I'm not a completely great person, maybe I'm working on it I dunno. But I don't date. I can't it's just not in me."

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"Don't start anything with her, you're too pure for her antics."

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"She's not changing Y/n, she will hurt you."

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"We warned you."

It was spiraling in your brain, everyone's words including hers. You felt foolish for thinking you could change her in any way. An absolute fool. Why couldn't you of listened to everyone. All you had was hope. But that died that night, that hope was officially gone for good. You had been curled up in bed all of your Saturday. You hated to admit it but you were crying. Laying in your bed with cold tears staining your face. You had come home from that party in the exact same state.

"Oh, babe.." you heard Angela's voice softly say, bringing you into her embrace. You sunk into the feeling letting out tears. "What's up?" She asks pulling back a little. "Y-you were right. I'm such a fucking idiot." You sob. She was confused. "Woah what, slow down." Her hand rubs on your arms, bringing you with her to sit on the couch. "Me and Ellie. Well we were dating in secret, I'm so sorry for that. But we aren't anymore." She changes her expression to a more serious one. "That fucking wh-" But you didn't even want her to finish that. You knew Ellie had hurt you but it was fairly new, you still had some love for her. As troublesome that may be it was nothing but the truth. You had to get over that tho. You had to.

You were laying on your side, still mulling over those same sentences over and over again. It was like a tiny devil in your brain telling you 'you fucked up' but you soon hear your door creaking open. "I made you some sammies." Angie came in with a sweet smile. Your back was currently facing her and you didn't make any effort in changing that as you let out a dry hm. She lets out a sigh. "I won't watch you starve because of some silly girl who's hurt you. Please." You turn over looking at her. "I'll eat, just not as hungry right now." She walks over setting the plate down on your bedside table, moving to sit on your bed. "You're strong ok? I know you will get past this." You give her a tiny nod. "I might just take a nap." She nods in agreement going to leave. "Good idea."

A few minutes go by when you hear the door. You couldn't make out the voice so you continue to rest on your side. Holding the drawing she did of you in hand, staring at it. All of this, everything just wasted. You couldn't bare to look at it any longer, chucking it in a random direction, deciding to get some rest.

Ellies pov.

The night before:

"Oh this one's going to be a good one I can feel it." I say, examining the crowds of people. It was booming, that's for sure. I look at her, she looked so effortlessly pretty. It stunned me. "You're so silly." She speaks. "Come on let's get a drink." I then say, grabbing her wrist and dragging her gently with me. Her smile was brightening every bad thing in this world. "I'll be the sober help." I smile at her. "Not even one love?" She just shakes her head. "Alright, just make sure you're comfortable yeah?"

It had been maybe an hour into the party and I didn't feel completely with it. Y/n was sitting comfortably in my lap, just looking so beautiful. "Mmm I want another." I slur. And there it was, her gorgeous giggle. "You're so gone Els-" "your laughs so pretty, makes my heart warm." I blurt out suddenly. "Well that's very kind of you." She replies. But as I keep looking at her I could tell something was off, or was I daydreaming? Was the alcohol just messing with my brain. I decide to ignore it, not in my right mind. "Can you pretty please get me another drink my beautiful girlfriend." I watch as she smiles at me, probably replying but the music drowns out not only my thoughts but any formable words. Feeling her get off and leave, I could feel my brain going fuzzy too. But deep down something just didn't feel 100%. I eventually turn my head to look at her, noticing Kenny speaking to her.

That boils my blood. Why can't he just mind his own business? Stop it Ellie, you haven't been angry like this in forever, don't break that streak now. She comes back over handing me my drink, I give her a mumbled thank you. "Was he hassling you?" "Who, Kenny? Nothing I can't handle my love." As I look at her I notice her posture shift, i knew it wasn't her getting comfortable on my lap. Because if anything she looked uncomfortable.

"You alright mama?" I decide to just ask. "I'm just going to go for a pee." She states, beginning to get off. "Oh.. alright love." I'd be lying If I said I wasn't worried, but the other half of me felt dizzy, making me forget slightly what was going on. I shake my head going to get up and get another drink. When I eventually hear shuffling next to me. I turn my attention to see a dirty blonde girl. "Hey." She gently says. It takes me a moment as confusion washes over me. "Hi?" Silence. "You don't remember me?" More silence. Because no, I didn't know who the hell she was, until I take a better look. "Sophy." She smiles. "Ah so you do remember." I somehow felt awkward. "Uhmm yeah." Still really confused on why she's even talking to me. "I missed you." Stunned. "I- huh?" Now I was really baffled. "But- i kinda just left ya." It was bad, but it was the truth, why would she miss me. "Yeah well. You were still hot." I furrow my brows at a loss of words. "I- wha-" When I suddenly feel her lips on mine, I felt all too sober right then as my eyes widen. But before I could push her away- "Ehem." I hear someone clear their throat, I don't even need to turn around to know who it was.

"Fuck.." I mutter, slowly turning to face her. "Wait baby no i-" I began but suddenly my freshly poured drink was being dumped on me. I sigh. "No." She points at me. "Ellie what the actual fuck." I stare at her, saying nothing. Not even knowing what to say. Fuck, it's like it's happening all over again, speak you idiot. My eyes widen as she starts to cry.. ive never seen her cry before, safe to say I never ever wanted to witness it again. "Y/n no no please-" "After everything we've been through, after what you told me. They were wrong. You cant change for anyone. I should've listened to them." I immediately shake my head. It was all wrong. "Don't say that please- it was an accident fuck- she just-" But she cuts me off, shoving the cup into my chest. "Shut up Ellie." And I listen. I couldn't fuck things up any more then i have. Right...

It was silent, after a second or two she soon goes to leave. "Wait-" I start, but it was no use. She was gone in the swarm of people. "Fuck." I curse under my breath. I couldn't let this happen, not her. Not someone who I know I've fallen in love with. God Ellie you should've just told her. I wanted to make this right, after all she was my everything. I stride through the crowds when I spot her. I notice she isn't alone. God, does Kenny ever just fuck off. There's that anger again, but nothing was stopping me this time. I March on over there, pushing him to the ground ignoring all the fallen gasps. "Ellie what the fu-" "He touched you!" I retort. "You bitch." He starts to speak, getting off the floor and making an attempt to hit me, but he misses. "Fight round two then, you fucker." And it begun, the tiny fight between us. But I notice her going to leave. "Wait no- please let me explain!" I yell, grabbing onto her wrist. She immediately pulls back, with anger herself. "No Ellie. Don't ever touch or even speak to me again." "They weren't right, you have changed me i swear to you!" I plead, but she just shakes her head. "Once a dick. Always a dick. You. Have. Not. Changed."

And that was that. I watch as she leaves. I felt so empty like I had just lost my best friend. What the fuck was I going to do.

Missed calls. I called her so many times, I was freaking out. Think Ellie. God. This was suppose to be the one thing I didn't fuck up. I pace in my room, debating on what is the best approach. Nothing. "Come on brain. You can be creative, don't lack in that now!" There was one option. Going to her dorm and trying to talk to her, Angela. There needed to be a backup plan tho, I had no faith in the first one. I flop on my bed with a long sigh. "You made her cry.." it hurt to even look back on, her hurt features. Her anger, but most importantly those glossy eyes. I close mine trying to get the image out, laying on my back still thinking. "Fuck it." I get up and head over to her dorm. Knocking on the door hesitantly, when Angela is suddenly in sight. "Can I spe-" "No." She immediately cuts me off. "But-" "No Ellie you broke her fucking heart. Again. Why do you always do this to people." I stare at her. "This time was an accident I swear-!" She raises a brow. "You accidentally kissed someone? Yeah alright." There was no winning this. "Please just let me talk to her and explain." She looks at me, but not before shutting the door in my face. Great. What now?

It had been a few days later, and there was no sight of her in classes. Which was worrying, knowing how involved she was with the work. It was saddening to say the least. I decided to have a small wind down in the library, wanting to clear my thoughts in the safe space. When I spot her just sitting in a corner, reading. Was I dreaming? I haven't seen her in days. My feet felt like they were glued to the floor, staring. Do I go over? Talk to her? What do I say?

All these thoughts raced through my mind when I just stood up properly, beginning to head over there. I stand for a few moments in hopes she'd see a person's shoes and look up. As her head rises I notice her eyes. Tired. Worn out. Red and puffy. My heart breaks all over again, especially when her soft expression turns into a bitter glance. "I uh-" I sigh scratching my neck. "Can we talk?" There was silence. Not our enjoyable silence that we'd always share. A cold silence. "Nothing to talk about." I swallow hearing her voice for what felt like forever. And it hurt, the pain deep inside her. "Please." Pleading. I just needed to try say something. I bend down getting infront of her view, needing her to look at me. When she does I just pray she hears me out. "Go on." I soften my look, hearing how uneasy her voice was. I know I didn't mean for all of this to happen, but how could I. How could I of let her kiss me at all- my thoughts were cut off when I hear a faint cough. "She kissed me." Great going. "No really? I'm well aware." God damn Ellie. "I just- I mean, I didn't kiss back." "I saw you Ellie, that's such bullshit." I close my eyes. "Ok, well I didn't enjoy it." She scoffs. "So you admit you did kiss her back?" Now I was silenced. Shit. "Uhhh- well- fuck sake."

She shakes her head. "Just leave me alone." She says dryly, getting up from her spot about to leave. I go to grab her, but don't. Wanting to not repeat history. "Please just let me explain more." She bites her lip, and I know she's suppressing tears. "You've said enough." And so I let it be. Letting her walk off and out of the quiet building.

A few weeks. That's how long ago the library incident first happened. I hadn't seen her around since. Had she left.. like Noelle. "No, don't be silly she loves it here she would never. Not because of me, right?" I huff, that had become a habit, talking to myself. I was still on the mission to get her back or atleast explain things. But my brain was bone dry. It was currently the last class of the day, I rested my chin on the desk, still trying to think. "You know Ellie." Dina began. "Why don't you do something nice for her, give her a note saying to meet somewhere, maybe make her some food or-" I shake my head. "This isn't just some ordinary girl." Dina was honestly shocked. I turn my attention to her. "Shes more than that, I have to do something bigger." She pats my shoulder. "Maybe she has changed you Williams, cuz you've never spoken such things about anyone." It's true, she definitely did. "If this was you and Jesse had done this and you still loved him and such, what would you want him to do?" She ponders that question. "Well I suppose I'd want the truth from both. Him and this random girl." My face lights up. Genius! I smile wide going to hug her. "That's brilliant Dina! But- wait. How would I even do that." I ask. "I think you should figure this out on your own, if she really has changed you I think you should know what to do."

"I'm sorry for screwing you over." My words come out rushed, looking at Sophy with so much hope. She just looks at me. "Really?" I nod. "That's very big of you." She states. "Yeah well, just trying to mend past situations." There was a long pause, before either of us spoke. "Hey, I'm sorry for kissing you that night. I'm in no way that kind of person. Maybe when I'm drunk but I didn't even know you were seeing anyone, didn't even know the Ellie Williams ever could to be fair." The confession heals something inside me, letting that hope be reassured. "So you forgive me for being a complete jerk ages ago?" She smiles and nods. "Yeah we're cool." A sigh of relief escapes my lips. "So what's happening with her? Are you two speaking." I shook my head. "Shes mad and upset and to be honest I don't blame her. I did technically kiss you back-" "you didn't actually." I furrow my brows. "Huh-?" So incredibly confused. "But she said she saw it-" Sophy shakes her head. "Well I didn't feel anything. You must've been talking or something beforehand to make it look like you did, but you didn't. I remember most when I'm drunk and you never kissed back. Plus she caught it before it could progress."

Happy was an understatement. "That's incredible, oh my God I could just k-" we give eachother a look. "Yeah no, bad line to use." I let out a slight awkward laugh, making her shake her head with a smile.

She agreed to help me smooth things over and I was forever thankful. "How do we go about this?" She asks. I think for a moment. "Maybe you could knock on her door and ask to speak with her, and maybe clear the air. Might be best if I'm not there so you can talk properly?" "Sounds good, I don't see a problem with that." I let out a breath of relief. "Ok awesome, thank you."

And after an hour or so she was back. "So how'd it go?" I sit up. "What's something she loves?" I was incredibly confused. "Reading, painting, music. Why?" She leans on the wall. "Shes a kind person, I think she forgave the fact I had apologized, but I reckon you should now do something so she can forgive you completely." I let that sink in and I knew just the thing.

Readers pov

It had been a long day, stressful classes, tons of work. Thank fuck it was a Friday and you could wind down again. You were currently snuggled up on the couch, watching some random cheesy romcom on the TV. Considering it was a Friday that meant Angela was at her boyfriends, so dorm all to yourself. You're brought back out from your thoughts to a knock at your door. Odd. Who on earth. As you open it you spot a girl, not really even processing when you suddenly remember. "Hi, can we talk quickly?" You were shocked nonetheless. What was she even doing here. You let her in anyway, your intrigue getting the better of you. You both make your way over to the couch in silence. "I would like to apologize for kissing something that didn't belong to me." She begins. You on the other hand stay silent and let her finish. "I was drunk- and that's never an excuse, but I do, do crazy shit when I am, I'm not that kind of person sober." There was a silence for a moment. "Doesn't excuse how she acted tho. I appreciate your apology." She nods. "Well if it's any constellation, she never kissed me back." That just confuses me. "Wait she didn't?" She shook her head. "I can assure you. It was just my goofy ass's doing." It only makes you feel a little silly for not knowing the whole story. "I feel embarrassed-" "don't, if anything i probably would've done the same, besides she didn't have the best track record did she? It's no surprise you'd assume." You're now the one to shake your head. "I shouldn't of, I should've let her atleast try and explain."

"Thank you for coming to clear it up with me." You say, escorting her out the door. "Of course, only right thing to do." You nod, giving her a smile. "Although I would've liked her to of come to do so- I know she's tried but I dunno- you think shes given up on trying to fix this?" She lets out a tiny laugh. "Far from that, give it some time yeah? If you know Ellie she never half asses things she loves." You just hope that's true.

It had been a few days later. Two to be exact. And you were currently on your way back to your dorm room. You were about to get your keys when you realize it's already open. "Angie?" You begin, but once you open the door you're greeted by those green eyes. That pale, freckled skin. "Ellie-" You breathe out, setting your things down. Wondering what on earth she's doing here. You notice a few things, like her guitar, then you suddenly smell food. "What is all this." "My apology." You let her continue knowing you had been a bit hard on her. "I made your favorite meal, and I know you were busy today as it was a Friday, so let me take care of you. I'm going to play your favorite song as you relax." Your gaze softens. No one had ever done this for you. Ever. So it melts your heart completely. "Here, come sit." She gestures. You go over to the couch, sitting down as she prepares her guitar, situating it properly in her lap. She begins to play the song Fade Into You by Mazzy Star, your entire face lights up. It hadn't been this bright in awhile, and Ellie seeing that makes her truly happy. Once the song finishes she looks at you. That comfortable silence being back and better than anything. "I- that took me maybe a week to learn, and honestly it wasn't easy but its the easiest song I've ever had to lea-"

But she was cut off by you kissing her. She missed it so much, how soft and safe your lips felt against hers. She was happy again. You pull back to get a look at her. "No one's ever done anything like that for me." She smiles wide. "I've never done anything like that for anyone." She states. "Well I'm glad I was the one." Another comforting silence. "You are the one." Your heart skips a beat at her words, just hearing them makes you giddy inside. "You really think so?" She shakes her head, making you furrow your brows in confusion. "I know so." And that sudden worry was gone again. All you wanted was to kiss her, she got the feeling. Setting the guitar down and bringing you closer. Kissing you so sweetly. You both part. "Well let's eat I bet you're hungry." You nod. "Starved." Your hand reaches out grabbing the plate of pasta. "Smells amazing, I didn't know you cooked." She laughs. "Again with the assuming my love." You put your hands up in your defense. "Didn't say you didn't look like the type to! ... although." A cheeky grins spreads across your face. She lets out a chuckle going to lightly hit your arm. "You're a menace." You begin to eat the meal, and it wasn't too bad. Had all the good flavorings, the perfect amount of cheese which she knew. "No one knows me as well as this, it's quite special to me." She puts her plate down to speak. "No one?" You shook your head. "Not even my parents."

She looked shocked. "Well, glad I could be the one who listens properly. Even though it truly isn't a hard thing to do." You nod at her statement. "You are a good listener. You know how I can tell?" "How?" She leans back intrigued, you take a moment. "Whenever I talk about something and I forget what we were talking about, you always will remind me of the exact thing in best detail that I was speaking of. And always it rejogs my brain. That is how I know you're truly listening." She smiles at you. "You're so cute." The compliment makes you blush, hard. "I missed you." You blurt. "I missed you too angel, so much you have no idea."

That night had been the most relaxing night of your life. It ended with her sleeping in your bed cuddling you until you fell asleep, the safeness you felt was undeniable. It was a regular Tuesday, not too busy but also not so quiet. It all went down hill with the last assignment you got, since you had been a bit out of it recently. You must admit you were slacking. It's not like you at all but you were determined to redeem yourself. That is until the project was due in 2 days. A project this big, no way in hell you were getting it done by then. Not unless you stayed up all night and day. It didn't help that you had classes ontop of that. Stress started to arrive as you go over the assignment. You were currently at the library, skimming it over and over. You begin to bite your lip, chewing and searching for any loose skin as that seemed to help you in some way. It's like a calming technique you picked up through the years, although the consequences aren't so calming. You would forever get ulcers that prevented you from eating because of the infuriating pain. You needed to stop doing it truth be told. You were pulled from the slight manic reading when Ellie is heard. "Hey baby, whatcha doin." She sits down across from you. "Just this assignment." You give her a smile. "How was your day?" You ask her.

"Pretty boring, but hey. Not anymore." She smiles at you now too. "Wanna do something later, you can come over and we can just chill." God that sounded nice but you knew you had to decline. "You can do this and maybe I draw or practice guitar, whatever suits you." God she was so sweet and thoughtful. "That's such a beautiful offer, Els but I think I'm just going to go back to my room to try finish this." And Ellie being Ellie she was agreeing. "Ofcourse yeah! Let me know if you need some company at all." She goes to get up, but before leaving giving you a kiss. "Bye baby." You kiss her back. Once she's left you look back at the work. "Right, let's go." You say packing it up and heading to your dorm.

"Hey." Angie says coming in. "I made some food it's out there if you want it." You nod, focusing on all the papers on your bed. "Whats all this?" You look at her. "Just some work I needa catch up on." She looks at it, then you. "Ok, well please eat." "Uhuh." You didn't take your eyes off of the sheets of paper, scribbling a few words on it. She let out a sigh which you hadn't even heard her do. She leaves soon after, closing the door.

8:01

-Hey sweetheart, just checking in. Making sure everything's ok. :)

You had been so engrossed that you hadn't even felt your phone go off, let alone hear the damn thing.

8:37

-hey sorry, yeah everything's going fine.

-want that company?

-you know, yeah. I'd love that, that sounds nice.

-be there soon. <3

You stop for a moment letting out a breath, you were looking through everything when your face drops, realizing you had completely missed a whole section. "Fuck." You curse going to grab it. There was absolutely no way you were finishing this on time now, you hadn't even seen it how are you going to put this in all of a sudden. "God damn it." "Everything alright?" You jump at the sound of Ellies voice. She holds a hand out. "Woah- didn't mean to startle you it's just me." You shake your head. "Sorry- just a bit jumpy I didn't expect you yet." You reply. She looks at your bed. "This is alot of work." You sigh, trying your hardest to stay positive. You turn your focus on her. "You brought your sketch book." She smiles going to sit in your desk chair. "Sure did, needed to do some doodling." You nod at her, going to continue to figure out what to do with this crap. "What's all this even for?" She asks. "English. Kinda stupid but oh well." Her brows furrow. "You love English tho." "Mmm, I do. But not when it's like this.." you sigh again. "You alright tho?" You nod at her question, flashing a smile. "Yeah, I'm good." She smiles at your own, going to start to draw.

The next night was harder, the whole day was. Trying to find spare time to get more done. It was nearly impossible. Your stress was increasing, making your anxiety appear. You were tearing your hair out in your bedroom. "Hey, have you eaten today?" You hear Angela's faint voice. "Mhmm." You lie. She huffs. "Im worried about you." Your eyes never leave your page. "Well I'm all good in the hood." You slightly joke around by saying that silly saying. "I'm serious Y/n. You hardly have a break from that." That went straight over your head not even hearing what she's saying. She sighs going to close the door again.

-can you please come over.

-why what's up?

-she's freaking me the fuck out, she's not eating I don't even think shes fucking slept, I notice shes been acting incredibly off and it's very worrying.

-slow down, why do you think all this?

-the food from last night was still sitting out this morning. She said she'd eat it and she hasn't. Her eyes are so bloodshot I could see from the millisecond she looked at me. Her bags were prominent too.

-oh Jesus.

-please come over here, I think she really needs you right now.

-I'll be over right away.

Your breath was shakey as you talk to yourself about what you had to do. Your room was a complete and utter mess. Paper, pens, folders. Everywhere. You were so engrossed by it you hadn't even heard your door open. "Y/n?" You heard, you turn your attention to the voice. "Hm?" She saw. Ellie saw what Angela was talking about. "Angie said you haven't eaten." You wave her off. "Can't." She was confused. "And why not?" You pull your lip down to the unsurprising ulcer that had formed. You let your lip rest back, getting back to your studying. "Well I'm going to go reheat the food I'll be right back." You give her another hum, not focusing on a word that came out her mouth. When all of a sudden, the stress was just gone. Your face sits still. Uh oh. That stress had now been replaced with anxiety. Shit. You couldn't let her see you like that. You had to stay calm. But once a panic attack occurred. There was no stopping it. Your breathing became more heavier, taking in breaths to hopefully get that heavy feeling that was on your chest away. No use. It only made things worse, making you freak out again. You felt like you couldn't breath, grabbing onto your sheets feeling tears start to come. Your entire body shaking from the arising panic attack, but also from the lack of sleep. It was going to catch up eventually. It just had to be now. "It might be a bit too hot so just-" Ellie begun. But immediately put the bowl down on your nightstand.

Her movements were speedy coming to crouch down infront of you. She watched you cry your heart out, breathing as if there wasn't air. "Hey hey hey hey, look at me baby." You shake your head, never wanting her to see this. "Please." Her gentle touch makes you reluctantly do so, still letting out streams of tears, shaking uncontrollably. "Shhh." She softly let's out, rubbing your knee. "I-i can't. I can't breathe-" She stands up gently grabbing your hand and putting it to her chest. "Yes you can, youre ok I swear to you. See?" You look at her then your hand, still freaking out slightly, you can feel a ramble about to approach. "This stupid work- Its- suppose to b-be done by tomorrow and I'm nowhere near done. I can't fuck this up because I had been slacking because of everything- and then I messed up on this last night, I h-have absolutely no time during the day because of other classes everything's so messy and I don't know what to do." You sob more. Her heart shatters at your unsteady voice and sobs. She wants to hug you but also doesn't want to overwhelm you even more. "Slow down yeah, once you take a small breath you'll be ok, trust me?" She squeezes your hand reassuringly, letting you know she's right there. "Youre safe. You're going to be just fine. I'm right here." Her voice was so delicate, you let your mind listen to it feeling the sobs begin to slow. "That's it there you go. Can I give you a hug sweet girl?"

You nod at her kindness, wrapping your arms around her torso and resting your head on her chest. She softly kisses your head hugging you tightly. Your grip also tightens not wanting to let go. "Can we stay like this?" You mumbled into her hoodie. "As long as you need angel." Your eyes close, listening to her steady heartbeat. Feeling that tiredness take over. "Can you try eat a small bit before you get some well needed rest, please?" You nod sheepishly, pulling back but still keeping close to her. "Can you stay with me tonight.." Your voice was unsteady but you honestly didn't care you were more than comfortable with her seeing you like this, you thought you wouldn't be, infact you worried about it for nothing. Maybe that's the same for alot of silly things you stress over. "I still dunno what I'm going to do about this stupid work." Your head lowers, looking at your hands in your lap. She thinks for a bit. "Leave it to me ok?" Your eyes move to look at her. "No no, it's ok-" "Please baby. Let me help you." Her hands gently grab your cheeks, and you just give her a nod. "Good, let's get you to eat then some rest hm?"

It was probably a few months that had gone by, you and Ellie were stronger than ever. Doing so well. You were currently over at hers, her roommate being out, you two were just hanging about in her bed. Laughing, smiling, talking. It was a lovely way to spend your evening together. When she turns to you. "Hey pretty girl." She smirks slightly, glancing ar your lips. "Hello." You reply cheerful. You notice her eyes, wanting to kiss her, leaning in to do so. Her hands sneak to the small of your back as the kiss was slow but heated, with intense passion. "Have you." Kiss "Ever thought." Kiss .. kiss - it slowly moves to your jaw. "About sex." And your eyes go ghost. Your mind runs, your heart pounds. Because no you haven't and there's a divine reason why. "I know I have."

"Don't move you little bitch."

You swallow. "I uhm- I dunno exactly." You could tell Ellie was in the mood, and her kisses were so nice-

"Absolutely pathetic, and you're letting this happen."

You blink furiously. "You make me so happy." The kisses continue, and you freeze. Just like all those years ago. "Youre so pretty baby." Your heart rate picks up again. Your anxiety peeking. "E-ellie.." You wanted to try to tell her. Considering you haven't mentioned it yet. "Mmm?" Her kisses move down to you neck, everything was soft but..

"Dumb. Fucking. Cunt."

You could feel slight tears. "Is this ok?" She asks. And when you don't respond she asks again. "Baby?" Then suddenly she feels something wet hit her nose. "My love?" She looks up this time, seeing the small tears. "Hey, hey." Her voice was velvet, making more tears fall. If anything you weren't as scared to do sex all over again, you felt so incredibly safe with her, and remembering all those flashbacks just proved how new all this was. It felt foreign. "Talk to me pretty." She goes to softly stroke your hair. "Was it something I said?" You just shake your head wrapping your hands around her wrist gently. "You're perfect." A silence. "Then why are you crying sweetheart." Her voice was as tender as her touch and you knew you were in love with this woman. "Because you're perfect." She smiles brightly. "Years ago, I was with this girl. We were together for 2 years when near the end she got incredibly toxic with me. And she well in some words-" You didn't even need to finish your sentence, Ellie knew and immediately hugged you. You returned it tightly, like you always did. That silence came back and it was incredibly comforting. "I love you." You hear her voice whisper in your ear. Pulling back to look at her a little surprised. "You don't have to say it b-" But you cut her off bringing her in for a kiss again. "Yes." That confused her. "I've thought about it with you and yes." Then the smiles return, and so do the heated kisses.

After a short while she moved to be more ontop of you but stops briefly. You look at her, she looks way too good right now. "Can I eat you out angel." Her face was close to yours but the way she asked only turned you on more, the fact she's such an angel with this all is an even bigger turn on for you. "Please do." You breathe. Feeling her slowly take off your shirt, she looks at your breasts admiringly. "You're flawless." You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but not because you were anxious or anything, because your whole body felt like it was heating up, all because of how loving she was. She moves her lips to kiss one slowly turning into a gentle suck, around the skin and on your hardened bud. You breathe out, but even that sounded pretty to Ellie. Making her close her eyes at everything right now. She couldn't get enough of you. "You're so beautiful, so incredibly pretty." She blabs on. Her kisses move down your stomach. Keeping with her tender like touch. She slowly but surely pulls your pajama pants down along with your underwear. She takes a moment to take this all in. "Want to take my time yeah? Promise it's not in a teasing way. You truly don't deserve that especially not right now. Just want to savor hm?" You nod, biting your lip ever so slightly.

"You sure it's ok mama?" She rubs circles on the fat of your thigh. You give her a nod but she shakes her head. "Wanna hear you verbally say it, please?" Your smile grew. "Yes Ellie I promise its ok, please do it." Your soft voice made her smile grow. "Angel girl.." She began, gently stroking your clit. Your breath hitches at the feeling. "Need to make you feel good, gotta." Her mouth slowly comes down to you, licking softly. Delicately. That then turns into sucking and she did not disappoint. She in fact was making you feel good. Amazing even. She keeps the pace, eventually looking up at you and the way you'd react to everything. When you felt her tongue go in you, you lost it entirely. Your mouth hung open with so much pleasure everything felt so natural. It always did. "Mmm, knew you'd be as sweet tasting.. such a perfect girl." You let a moan slip. "E-ellie i-" "Mhmm, feel you clenching on my tongue. I got you baby. I got you." This woman didn't make you last long at all but in hindsight. You were not at all complaining. Because as you began to cum, you feel the most incredible orgasm approaching. You felt content, safe. Secure. "Thereee you go Angel. Atta girl." She mumbles letting you ride out your high on her tongue. "Mmm Ellie please I need you so bad." She licks her lips coming up to your face. "Yeah love?" You nod. She goes to take off her clothes, going to get back ontop of you.

But she stops again. "Why don't we try this." She goes to lay down on her back getting you to straddle her. "You be in control okay? I'm right here to help. Just want to make sure this is perfect for you. All I want." You look at her lips, leaning down to kiss them. Her hands tangle in your hair, giving you a tender scalp massage as the two of you kiss. You situate so your pussys directly on hers, not moving just yet, going to sit up a bit. You begin to move shortly after. Watching as you both open your mouths. Her soft grunt made your stomach do flips. "You're so perfect Els.." Your breath became uneven, in the best way possible. She looks down at the two of you then back at your face, your features. "God your ethereal." Another moan escapes you as you speed up. "Good girl, doing so good." The praise went straight to your core helping egg your orgasm on. "C-Can we cum together, please?" Her heart fluttered at your words. "Ofcourse my angel. Wouldn't want anything more than to do so." Your pace picked up again, letting more moans slip from your pink lips. "So well, so incredibly good. Fuck." You knew she was getting close you could just tell. And so were you. Her hands rest on your thighs, squeezing the flesh. "Ready mama?" You nod with her, cumming with moans. Grunts. Of eachothers names even. As you rode out your high making sure Ellies was met too, your body became weak. Flopping onto her torso. "I love you, Ellie." You say back from about 30 minutes ago. Her smile was like it was tattooed onto her face. "You truly have changed me, Y/n.. and for the better." You close your eyes. Feeling yourself drift of to sleep. She kisses your head, stroking your hair gently. "Wanna marry you some day even.."

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#elliewilliams #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us smut

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fanofstuff01 · 1 year ago

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HERE I AM! Here I am with a little writing of mine!

Before we get started, this AU belongs to @woah-why-i-am-here and they have pretty cool drawings about it. GO CHECK IT OUT!

Considering the show itself is 16+, this is aswell, know it then read this, also it has Valentino.

DEAR TUMBLR! PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS DOWN!

A little summary: Adam fell to hell, needed money, and Valentino was the only one hired him. He owned his soul, and it was too late when Adam realized what he agreed to work on. He is one of Valentino’s top whores now. And of course, Adam and Angel met, in fact, more than ‘met’. Their films sure sell a lot. They slowly become friends and Angel convinces Adam to come to the hotel. This is after these happened. Also not shipping Angel x Adam.

ENJOY! (Also since you love holydust @rius-cave , tagging you!)

“And cut!” Valentino said proudly, ending the scene. “One hour break and we’re here till 8!”

Adam panted as he tried to collect his mind. He slowly backed away from the fish demon gal, wore his robes back and got up to go to his dressing room. This was the third demon he was on top of that day, and sure enough she was not gonna be the last. Today was gonna suck. Val was planning to work on eight fucking movies, not to mention six of them were gay and two of them were with Angel. He was glad the one-hour break came.

“Addie~” He heard someone behind him and felt that certain ‘someone’ gripping his shoulders.

Valentino. Awesome. Just who he needed.

He attempted to not show the fear and hatred he felt to his face and mask. Too bad the fucking thing was programmed to show every emotion on his face, and sometimes they didn’t even needed to be on his face, him feeling them was enough. Angel had a -probably true- theory about it, he thought that it was ‘connected’ to his brain when he wore it. Adam was already regretting that he put the “I will only work with a mask” in his contract. He didn’t like the idea of showing his face on films, but this was much worse. He couldn’t fucking took it off till his shift ended!

“Yes, Val?” He asked, trying to avoid the movements he was doing to his chest. Yes, prick? he corrected himself in his brain.

“You were so, so good in the last one, babe” he chuckled.

“Thank you, Valentino.”

“Go ahead. Rest, baby.” He thought he was gonna leave him, but instead, he leaned in and kissed his cheek, completely disgusting the sinner. He didn’t flinch or resist though, he knew what’d happen if he did. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you and Angie on stage together.” he let out another one of his creepy chuckles and finally let the first man go. Adam almost runned to his dressing room, closed the door behind him and threw himself on the couch.

“Fuuck.” He groaned and tried to grab his wine bottle without getting up.

“Adam?” A familiar voice came from outside.

“Door isn’t locked!” He yelled.

“Hey, dickmaster.” A pink spider demon came inside and sat down beside him, tilted his head back and watched as the demon managed to grab the bottle and drank it without standing up, like his life depended on it.

“Y’know you can choke yourself doin’ that, right?”

“Meh, who the fuck cares.” He get up dazedly and looked inside the bottle with one of his eyes.

“I don’t recommend dying on work hours, Val punishes the ones who do.”

“Unholy shit, that actually happened?!” Adam asked, his pupil-les eyes went wide.

“I saw three accidents.” Angel shrugged. “Any left for me?”

“Sorry, I guess that bitch camera guy sneaked up here again and stole my stash.”

“It’s fine. Wanna eat your food? We’re gonna need energy.” Angel asked and took out two containers out of his bag. “I made lasagna yesterday.”

“Oh, you bet I do then.” He smirked and took his own. Angel knew the best ways to make it.

They chatted together until their break ended.

“Adam! Get your ass here or there will be consequences!” A little window appeared in Adam’s mask, almost like a pop-up ad. It was their costume designer. “And bring Angel with you!”

“Fine, fine! Ugh.” He groaned, swiped the page to make it dissapear and get up. “Who’s idea was putting this shit on this again?” He mumbled to himself. “Let’s go cocksucker, we have another job to do.”

HOW IS IT!?

By the way, Adam’s mask in this is practically based on his original mask, a Voxtech product just for Adam. Like Vox’s screen, it’s like a screen-face.

I’ll continue this

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin adam #holydust #I worked so hard on this #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin valentino

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py-dreamer · 1 year ago

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So... I know I'm late...

But yea! I said I was coming back with some stickers and I kept my word! I would've hoped that I could've completed the sheet in like a day but as you can see...that didn't work out

I know I've been a bit MIA lately but burnout sucks. I do have a lot of WIPS I really want to work on but again, it seems that the ProcrastiNation hath struck my feeble mortal brain again.

But anyways:

I headcanon Aroace Mei, just a personal headcanon (disagree if you like) I also like lesbian Mei but thought I'd give some aroace appreciation

Silktea was only given 1 episode but OH BOY did it fuel our wild shipping habits. And I jumped on the bandwagon. It's a reference to that scene in She-Ra where Scorpia tells Catra she 'didn't want to do this' then wraps kitty up in the blankey and cradles her like a wee baby. And Sandy would do that for any friend, I will die on this hill

Saw a fanart where Mk had a pig nose themed pacifier and I just yoinked that idea. The pig hoodie and the pacifier seems like something Tang would do for Pigsy (also to get away with free noodles cause who can say no to that face?~)

Mac showing Wukong the lantern. What can I say, mans' fascinated by them pretty lights. Though our little performer's eyes seem to be straying from the show (^u ')

I know many people have issues with shipping with Nezha and such and I know the two had a rough history but y'know what fans do; they love to make the people who kill each other soulmates (platonic, romantic or otherwise) Even if it wasn't romantic, I still love the idea of them being buddies and just chilling, the danger noodle prince and the angy prince snuggle and watch a movie (mainly from Nezha 2019 but I also saw New Gods and can I just say, I want those two twinks to bicker then kiss awkwardly and I want Yun Xiang to BEAT. HIS. ASS) but in case anyone asks, I do perceive Nezha to be a consenting adult in general outside shipping drama and if the two are adults, it does make my heart squeal when I see these two hold hands and whatnot

HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY SPICYBOIS, inspired by that one Ponyo kiss scene. I was actually gonna make a bigger piece but then I saw someone do it already in a much better fashion than I ever could and I just gave up on the idea but Ig here, its just like the two cakes mentality and I gave it a go. Hope I could do the concept justice

Have spider queen or scorpion queen ever interacted before? No. But they are both queens and I believe Spider Queen's confidence could rub off on Scorpion Queen and she'd appreciate the company of Spider Queen's children henchmen. Also she give yummy food so lesbian venomqueens for the win

Redraw of that moment with Peng and Azure. I normally detest that bird but these two do get some gears grinding and whatever anyone says. Neither of those two are straight. I'll tell ya that.

Toxicinsanity is another rarepair that had like 1 sec screen time. I don't think they'd ever work out in canon and had virtually no chemistry. I still love all the fluffy ship content I can find of them though and if it ever were to happen. I think the mayor would scare the sh!t out of Syntax

Let's get at least one hetero couple here, Chang'e and Hou'Yi are a couple of favorites ngl, I took most of their outfits from Over the moon cause both of them looked stunning, Chang'e especially. I've seen people ship mah girl with other people and while I do agree it's healthy to move on, in my heart she will always long for Hou'Yi

Also irl, on valentines, my mum took us out for lunch, she treated us to bubble tea and donuts. We walked home so I waited to drink mah drink in my room while I drew and I accidentally finished it all... I'm so sorry mum

f*ck I forgot ironbull. Uhh....I'll draw something later, rn I need to go to bed before I get yelled at...

click pic for less sh!ty quality!

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formulakatya · 2 years ago

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MET YOU AT THE RIGHT TIME | MICK SCHUMACHER

"living in a movie i've watched and funny, cause you couldn't have called it, met you at the right time, this is what it feels like"

not my gif :)

part 1

summary: where your best friend is sick of you thinking your not deserving of love and so she introduces you to a certain someone

pairing: mick schumacher x professional golfer!reader

notes: hi! sorry for the long wait but part 2 of ‘this is what it feels like’ is finally out, thank you for your patience 😭🤍

warnings: a universe where mick is in ferrari and ferrari aren’t idiots

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“amazing drive, mick!” you smiled, congratulating the german, “congrats on that win!”

“thank you, (y/n),” mick smiled shyly as both of you exited the paddock and walked down the streets of monaco, the sun setting as nighttime came. “so, uhm…how’s golf going? lily says you’re amazing at it.”

chuckling, you shook your head, “i hope she didn’t oversell me to you.” smiling as mick let out a laugh, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh of your own. “well, i just won my first major— the chevron championship— uhm, and i also managed to win the cognizant founders cup after that…before that i won the honda lpga tournament in thailand.”

“your kidding!” mick exclaimed, looking at you.

“oh no, did she oversell me? because if she did—“

“no, no! absolutely not,” mick smiled. “she talks about you a lot and before i met you i already had a good impression of you based off the things she said…and then i met you and you’re really just as much of an angel as she says you are,” he chuckled.

“really?”

“yeah,” he nodded, “and for the record, she never told me you were winning tournaments left and right…when’s your next one?”

“the lotte championship in hawaii,” you replied, “and why are we only talking about me? come on, lily says you have a dog!”

“she told you about angie?” he smiled as he scrolled through his camera roll quickly to find a picture, “she’s an australian shepherd.”

“stop, she’s so cute,” you shook your head, “i wish i had a dog…”

“i’ll let you meet angie one day.”

“please, that’ll be a dream come true.” laughing, you averted your gaze to the sunset as the both of you neared the restaurant.

mick smiled, admiring you for a split second. “am i allowed to say you’re pretty or is that too soon?”

—

you let out a deep breath as you took your driver from your caddy. spectators were crowded as they watched your group since you were the favourite to win. and you weren’t going to let the pressure get to you, absolutely not.

“approaching the tee, (y/n) (l/n)”

looking out into the fairway, you went through your pre shot routine before addressing the ball. drawing your club back, it wasn’t soon until the piercing sound of your metal club against the ball was heard as you looked where the ball went— twirling your club as you did so.

well done, good shot.

the other 2 players making their way to the fairway as soon as you picked up your tee and walked to your caddy, you gave a smile as you followed your fellow players to the fairway. whispering words of encouragement under your breath, you kept yourself calm as you found your ball in no time.

holding back a laugh upon seeing the small formula one car drawing stamped onto your ball, you looked at your caddy who gave you a thumbs up in encouragement before giving a glance into the crowd.

and you could’ve swore you saw someone you knew there.

gripping your club, you let a deep breath out as you repeated the same routine as before. swinging the golf club, the satisfying sound could be heard once again. squinting your eyes as your gaze watched the direction, you crossed your fingers together as it landed onto the green.

“not bad,” you chuckled, shrugging as you passed your club back to your caddy. “also is it just me or are my friends in the crowd?”

“it’s possible,” he shrugged, laughing as you two approached the green, your eyes glancing around the crowds before returning your focus back to the green as you did a quick analysis.

from where you were it would be a left to right, fast downhill putt. if you were able to find the right line and speed, you’d birdie the hole. and despite not knowing what your score was at the time, it was clear that it would be a putt that would decide your fate as a winner or the first of losers. marking your ball, you took another deep breath before stepping away, watching as your competitor run through her routine before making her putt.

the air grew tense as you wiped the sweat off your head, patiently waiting for your turn.

time seemed to slow down as you set up, your eyes focused on the ball as you concentrated on your putt. the soft sound of the metal hitting the ball could be heard as you watched the small golf ball roll down the green.

“go, go, go,” you mumbled under your breath, watching nervously as the ball slowed down as it approached the hole. “YES!”

smiling as you gave a hug to your caddy, thanking him for his congratulations as you quickly searched the bustling crowd with your, shaking hands with your competitors before you went on the search— confident that you’d find someone you knew in the crowd.

“(y/n)!” the familiar voice of lily could be heard as she squeezed her way to the front of the crowd, “that was amazing! oh my gosh! congratulations!”

“thank you so much, lily,” you smiled as you hugged her before pulling away only to see alex and a familiar blonde stood behind. “mick?”

“hi,” he smiled, giving a shy chuckle as he waved his hand. “lily said you’d be playing so i decided to come. congrats!”

“thanks, mick,” you smiled, a light blush forming on your cheeks as he pulled you into a tight hug, “it means a lot.”

“do you wanna go out to celebrate? dinner’s on me.”

“but you payed last time!” you exclaimed, “let me pay!”

“then take it as a date,” he shrugged. “and let me pay, my love.”

—

“i’m still mad you didn’t let me pay.”

“well…” he chuckled, “that prize money isn’t spending itself and i much rather spend it on a girl like you.”

“and no one else?” you asked playfully, resting your head on your palm as you looked outside the window.

“only a fool wouldn’t choose you,” he paused, “and based off my results in school, i count myself a genius.”

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Little!Vaggie and Caregiver!Angel

Vaggie notices her big bro Angel is upset after Val was being a jerk so she draws him a drawing to cheer him up

Such a cute idea; it was so fun to write ❤️❤️❤️. I myself use making things (name,y drawings or baking) as a love language, so this was so sweet to me. I hope you like it too, and thanks for the request!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Drawing a smiley face

Pairing: Little!Vaggie & CG!Angel (with a brief appearance from a CG coded Husk)

Wordcount: 1472

Description: Angel returns to the Hazbin Hotel after work, looking worse for wear. Vaggie can’t stand seeing her big bro looking so down, so she plots to get a smile back on his face, using nothing but her wit, Husk’s advice, and her crayons (Mostly fluff, a little Hurt/comfort)

Drawing a Smiley Face

There was something wrong with Angie, Vaggie knew that much for sure the moment he arrived back in the Hazbin Hotel that morning.

She herself had just woken up, and had wandered downstairs to the lobby to see if Alastor and Niffty had finished breakfast yet. She was yawning and scrubbing her eyes, carrying a plush bunny under her arm as she descended the stairs, when the front doors opened. A distinct form entered the building, one she could recognize even when her half-asleep eyes wouldn’t focus: Angel Dust.

His white fluff and pink suit and lanky body were impossible to miss, and Vaggie felt herself wake up a little more with the excitement of seeing her friend. She picked up the pace, hurrying down the stairs to greet him as he dragged himself over to the couch and collapsed onto it, seemingly exhausted.

“Hi, Angie!” Vaggie greeted as she reached his side.

The spider only grumbled something, sounding exhausted but not angry. Did he have a bad day? Vaggie asked him as much, but he only waved her off with a shaky “I’m fine, toots.”

But Vaggie didn’t believe him! Not at all! If he was ‘fine,’ then he wouldn’t be slumped over the couch with his face pressed into the pillow and have his arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He only did that if he didn’t feel good!

She poked him, trying to rouse him from his obviously miserable state. Maybe a tea party would help him feel better. Or having breakfast. He always liked seeing Husk in the morning too.

“Angie,” Vaggie insisted. “Have breakfast!”

“Not hungry, right now. We can play later, okay?”

His voice maintained patience, but it was strained. Tired. Hoarse even, as if he was coming down with a cold. But he couldn’t be sick, he was just fine last night before work!

Oh. Work. Vaggie realized. She didn’t know very much, any real specifics, about Angel’s work under Valentino. But even Little she was smart enough to notice when he had new bruises underneath his frosty white fur and when he wouldn’t want to be touched. She didn’t need to hear anything else about it, not that Angel would ever disclose such information with her, to realize that Valentino was not a good person.

Maybe I should leave him alone then, Vaggie thought, sighing softly to herself and walking away. As much as she longed to give him a big hug, she knew it would only make him feel more trapped and sad. But there had to be something she could do to help him feel better!

Dejectedly, the moth demon tread to the dining area, where Husk was sitting with his cereal.

“Hey, kiddo. What’s wrong?” he greeted. Evidently, he noticed her sorry frown and dragging footsteps.

“Angie is sad,” she replied grumpily as she flopped into the seat beside him. “He had a bad day at work. Why can’t he get fired or something?”

Husk huffed half a chuckle and patted her head, though his eyes spoke pity and understanding.

“I don’t think Valentino is planning on firing Angel any time soon. But I wish he could stay home too.”

“He doesn’t want hugs when work makes him sad,” Vaggie complained. “But he needs to feel better!”

“It’s important to respect that Angie doesn’t want to be touched right now, but there are other ways you can help cheer him up,” Husk reminded her gently.

Vaggie looked up at him curiously. She hadn’t considered any other ways; especially since Angel didn’t seem keen on playtime right now either. And if he wasn’t hungry then surely a sweet treat would not be helpful. How could she possibly brighten his mood if he wanted to be alone?

“He doesn’t want to play either. And he said he wasn’t hungry,” she pointed out.

Husk nodded thoughtfully, undeterred. “He likes it when you draw him pictures, doesn’t he?”

Vaggie brightened instantly, the realization seeming so obvious but grand nonetheless. Of course! Angie loved coloring with her. And he loved it when she made him a drawing just for him!

“Yeah! I’ll draw him something,” she declared, already scrambling out of her seat.

“Not until you’ve eaten breakfast,” Husk caught her sternly.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “I’ll think about what I’m going to draw him.”

***

Half an hour later, full from scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and cereal, Vaggie brought all her art supplies to her play mat in her and Charlie’s penthouse. Crayons were her favorite at the moment; their colors were bright like markers, but they didn’t make the corners curl upward like the marker moisture did, and they were easier to work with than colored pencils, which constantly needed to be sharpened. So, the waxy substance found its way across almost every inch of the paper, forming an explosion of colors that Charlie would have approved of. Maybe I should make a drawing for her too. And for Husk. But Vaggie shook the thought from her mind for now. For now, she wanted to focus on Angie! He needed cheering up!

With her determination reinvigorated, she reached for her magenta crayon and scribbled a couple hearts in the corner. A rainbow found its way at the top, in the sky beside the sun. She made use of silver for both of their stick figure forms, sure to include pink on both of their outfits too. She even made the sky blue and grass green because Angel recently said he missed seeing those things. In Hell everything was red.

Finally, she felt satisfied by her work; felt that she had poured enough love and dedication onto a piece of paper that it would be impossible for Angel to stay sad when he saw it.

She folded the page in half, careful to keep the corners in line and the crease even. Once accomplished, she found the front side and in haphazard penmanship scribbled: “To: AnGiE. FRom: vAGGiE.”

Perfect, she thought, giving the drawing one last inspection as she climbed to her feet. Now all that was left was to give it to Angel! Was he still in the lobby?

Vaggie wandered out of the penthouse and took the elevator to the first floor. She kept her card held carefully in her hands, as if even the slightest wrinkle would scar it forever.

When the double doors slid open again, she craned her neck around to see that Angel was still laying on the couch. At first glance, he seemed in better shape than that morning, a bit more spread out and scrolling through his HellPhone. But as she drew closer, she noted his frown had not disappeared and he hadn’t gotten changed into his loungewear yet.

“Angie?” she got his attention before holding out her card. “I made you something.”

The arachnid smiled tiredly, taking the paper. “Aw, that’s sweet of you, toots. And look, you even wrote my name on it. Now Husk can’t try to steal it, huh?”

“Nope!” Vaggie giggled.

Angel flipped open the drawing. The moth watched his reaction carefully, as he took in their crayon-drawn selves holding hands on an earthly field, surrounded by flowers and rainbows and all the other nice things Charlie talked about constantly. She had included as many details as she could, from clouds to a bowtie on Angel’s likeness.

“Aw, I love it,” Angel huffed softly, his smile a little less worn and considerably more genuine.

“Does it make you feel better?” Vaggie inquired, determined to know if the plan she and Husk had hatched proved itself worthy.

“You know what? It does,” Angel replied. “You must have worked really hard on it; there’s so many pretty colors. You even included Fat Nuggets with us; he’ll love it too. I’m going to keep it forever.”

Vaggie relaxed, a burden off her shoulders just hearing Angel’s voice calm and even. It was already improving from earlier that morning, when he had only mumbled his words and strained to even move.

“Will more pictures make you feel more better?” she asked.

“I’m sure they would. How about you bring your coloring down here and we put on a movie before I go to sleep?” Angel suggested.

Enthusiastically, Vaggie nodded. “Will you color too?”

“Sure, toots. How about I make something for you, and you make something for me?”

“Okay!”

And so, the rest of the morning and into the afternoon was spent with stickers and crayons and stamps, with the TV playing softly in the background. Their stack of artwork grew higher and higher, surely so big there wouldn’t be room on the fridge for all of it. But, Vaggie wasn’t worried about where they’d put all their drawings when they were done; only whether or not it would make the smile on Angel’s face get impossibly bigger.

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