#in other news I have another package coming very soon

[meownotgood]

Maggie shnookie pookie bear I miss you how are u 🥹🥹🥹🥹

HI SWEETIE PIE I'M DOING GOOD!!!!! WORKING HARD!!!!!!!!!

[cutielando]

the last social media au was so cute!! maybe one where george’s gf is a famous romance book author and when they make the relationship public his friends cannot believe posh “arms against the wall 2023 intro package pose” george could be the inspiration for all the smutty scenes his gf is famous for (only if your comfortable of course!)

romance is in her books | g.r.

social media au

my masterlist

Instagram

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yourusername working on something very special 🌸

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booklover101 YAS BITCHES WE'RE GETTING A NEW BOOK!!!!!

chillypeppers Y/N on her way to releasing yet another banger😮‍💨😮‍💨

zendaya what u cooking bby?😉💞

yourusername something with an extra bit of spice🥵

user1 is nobody else wondering who she's writing the *explicit* scenes about?

user2 lol she most probably has a boyfriend or something

user3 or maybe she's just like any other young woman lmao

lilymhe i'm literally obsessed with the way you write🤤

yourusername thank you baby. i'll let you in on a secret later for this ;)

user4 we all want to be lily right now :((((

landonorris do you ever run out of things to write?

yourusername not really, no

lilyzneimer the book is coming along beautifully ❤️

yourusername thank you honey✨🌸❤️

oscarpiastri did you give her a sneak peek??????????

yourusername ...maybe

oscarpiastri deeply betrayed

georgerussell63 my beautiful girl this comment has been deleted

user5 GEORGE????????

user6 IS GEORGE THE SECRET BOYFRIEND?????

charles_leclerc can't wait to read it

yourusername you’re just like one of the girlies charlie 🌸🌸🌸

user2 the amount of money i spend on her books is so unhealthy but i don’t care. TAKE ALL MY MONEY BABY 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user3 is it a stand-alone or is the new book going to be part of a series?👀

yourusername i’m planning a new series soon, but my next release is going to be a stand-alone 🌸

user4 i love her, she is the sweetest 🥰🥰

iMessage

george 🩵

i might have just fucked up

y/n ❤️

you're hopeless

george 🩵

do you think people saw the comment?

y/n ❤️

judging by the way my phone has been blowing up, i think they have

george 🩵

i'm sorry, my love

y/n ❤️

it's okay, don't worry. now we can mess with the fans for a bit ;)

Twitter

Instagram

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yourusername “racing hearts” is now yours, my lovelies. this book holds a very dear place in my heart and i hope that it will speak to you like it spoke to me when i first started writing it. thank you to everyone who came to the book signing yesterday, you make my life all that more special ✨❤️🌸💞

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georgerussell63 beautiful book, who were you thinking about when you wrote it?🤔

yourusername you know, just a random Brit

georgerussell63 must be one hell of a guy to get a book of his own

yourusername he really is

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landonorris you went wild again, didn’t you?

yourusername i might have

landonorris do i even wanna read it?

yourusername honestly? probably not

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yourusername i always have a trick or two up my sleeve 😉🌸

charles_leclerc someone should censor you

yourusername where would be the fun in that?

charles_leclerc how does your manager approve of this?

yourmanager i’m one of the girlies 🌸

charles_leclerc that explains it

booklover101 THE WAY I SCREAMED WHILE READING IT HAS ME INSANE

booklover101 YOU DESERVE EVERY AWARD IN THE WHOLE WORLD

chillypepper i have no words. i said it before and i’ll say it again. she is the best author of her generation

user1 never beating the dating allegations now

user2 she literally named her main character RUSSELL, HOW DO PEOPLE STILL THINK HER AND GEORGE AREN’T DATING??????

user3 George is the luckiest man in the world😭😭

user4 he must really rock your world if those scenes are anything like the real thing

yourusername you have no idea 🤭

mercedesamgf1 I couldn't put it down. Amazing work, Y/N!!

yourusername thank you admin 🌸💞💞

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georgerussell63 Words can't describe how proud I am of you. The way you connect with your readers, the way you give life to every story you write never ceases to amaze me. I'm thankful to be able to watch you do your thing, watch you inspire so many young writers to chase their dreams. I love you 💞 P.S. Yes, I am the inspiration behind the sexy scenes ;) tagged: yourusername

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georgerussell63 jealous?

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landonorris BRENDAN IS ME?????????

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user1 i am in love with their love😮‍💨❤️

user2 going to jump off a cliff, brb

user3 i cannot believe i know stuff about George Russell's sex life👀

user4 George's? HOW ABOUT OUR PRECIOUS LITTLE Y/N'S?

alex_albon simp

georgerussell63 how can i not be? just look at Y/N

yourusername baby🥹💞❤️🌸

alex_albon you two make me sick. i preferred it when you weren't public

georgerussell63 and i preferred it when you shut up

lilymhe we are all in love with Y/N ✨❤️👀

yourusername but you’re the one who has my heart baby 💞💞

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REQUEST HERE

[euovennia]

oh oh - and if it’s not too much trouble to ask, an addition to mom/dad friend simon, maybe another hc where reader takes a bullet for him and he’s like "why would you do that" and she’s all like "because your my friend" and he’s like "🥹" rubbing my hands together deviously

so for anyone new, this post is a continuation of this request, but it can be read as a stand alone if you so choose! i will say simon may be a bit ooc but you've already been besties forever so it's fine. thank you to the anon who requested this, i hope i did it justice. now please, enjoy <3

so by this point it's become well established that you and simon are pretty much a package deal

one can never be seen without the other trailing too far behind

unless of course one of you (usually simon) is actually trying to do their job

but even then you both have a tendency to hover

well

the hovering is usually done by simon who will take it upon himself to sit somewhere in the same room as you while you work

but you're more direct in your approach

which basically means you have no hesitation in pulling up a chair and talking his ear off

depending on his mood/what he's working on he'll either slide something your way in hopes of distracting you into silence or he'll take part in your mindless chatter

it's usually the latter much to the annoyance of price whose come to notice that simon tends to submit his mission reports just a tad later than normal when you're around

but he doesn't dare say anything because he's just happy simon finally has someone to keep him company

even if it does mean him missing a deadline here and there

now with the amount of time you two spend around one another, there was the small concern that you two may become a bit more reckless on missions together

but honestly?

that couldn't have been farther from the truth

as much as you like messing around with simon, you're very aware that your line of work requires your full attention

so, despite how hard it can be at times, you limit your jokes and general shenanigans to the bare minimum so you can get the job done

and obviously it goes without saying that he does the same by shedding the name simon riley and becoming the infamous ghost

it was a bit startling for the team to witness this change at first

they honestly thought you two were mad at each other

but after the mission was said and done, you and simon started hanging out again and it just kinda clicked

simon probably uses you as an example to soap to be honest

anyway, point is

you both know how to keep your friendship out of the way in the field, you've practically mastered the art of it

but the moment you see him get into a knife fight with an enemy soldier on a mission, you can't help but worry

and you can't help the way your worry morphs into panic as you see a tiny red dot plant itself on his body as he finally drives his knife into the neck of the rival soldier

and you certainly can't help the way your feet seemingly begin to move on their own as you sprint toward ghost and practically ram him into the ground

and you most definitely can't help the yelp of pain that drops from your lips as you feel a searing hot pain rip through your lower abdomen

so much for those bullet proof vests

simon looks up from his position on the ground, knife in hand and ready to stab it into the poor soul dumb enough to tackle him like this

but then he sees you

he sees your face, eyes wide with shock and mouth agape

his eyes trail down your body and he swears his world nearly crashes as he stares at the dark red spot currently staining your shirt

he can only fear the faint sound of yet another gun going off before you're tumbling onto the ground

he snaps out of his daze to catch you and he can't help but feel horrified upon seeing another bullet wound lodged into your thigh

he can hold in his cry of agony and heartbreak as your breathing soon becomes labored and your eyes fill with tears

he gives your struggling form a once over before sucking in a sharp breath and dragging you to a nearby hill that was littered with enough rocks and boulders to offer shelter from the incoming storm of bullets

he settles your head onto his lap as he harshly barks out words you can't even begin to understand through the comms

you can barely register the way his hand gives your face a small smack

your eyes connect as he pulls a roll of gauze from his tactical backpack, "come on, kid. don't do this to me. just a bit longer."

even with the searing hot pain that was overruling all your other senses, you can't help but smile

you grab onto his inked forearm and he stops as he looks back at you, eyes wild and frantic

"hey simon?"

"what?"

"thanks for putting up with me."

your eyes begin to flutter open, a small hiss of discomfort escaping your mouth as you cringe at the bright overhead lights

you make a move to bring a hand up in front of your eyes to shield yourself form the harsh fluorescents, but stop your movements when the lights suddenly begin to dim

confused, you begin to look around the room only to see simon standing by a wooden door with his hand on what you assumed to be a light dimmer

he stares at you through the eye holes of his balaclava, "better?"

you offer him a nod paired with a small smile and open your mouth to offer your thanks but stop when he puts the lights back up to their full brightness causing you to let out a groan

you open your mouth once more to vocalize your complaints and throw a half-hearted insult his way, but stop when you hear the heavy footfall of simon's boots making their way over to your hospital bed

he comes to a stop by your bedside as he glares down at you, a swirl of emotions darkening his already hardened gaze

after giving your eyes a few moments to adjust he speaks, "you're the stupidest person i've ever fuckin' met."

your eyes widen as your jaw goes slack, "excuse me?"

he leans down and stops just a few inches short of your face, "i said you're stupid and i'd yank you off the field myself if i could."

you can feel your heart drop at his harsh tone but decide to soldier on, "you're in a good mood today, aren't ya?"

his eyes narrow and a growl of anger and frustration escape the lips hidden by his mask, "don't give me any of that shit, you know what you did."

you sigh, "i'm in a hospital bed, simon. i don't think i could've done any–"

you don't even get to finish your sentence before he's interrupting you, "why'd you do it?"

you stare up at him, confusion and annoyance evident on your face

"simon, what are y–"

he scoffs, "the fucking bullet! you took the fucking bullet! why'd you do that? what made you think that was a bloody good idea? do you have any fucking clue what you put this team – what you put me through?"

oh

right

your expression melts into one of sheepishness as you attempt to get in a word, but stop when simon decides to continue

"i had the situation handled, i could've taken care of myself! i'm smart, i'm capable, and i have years more experience than you do so tell me, i can handle myself! i don't need you steppin' in and throwin' yourself in front of bullets! you coulda fuckin' died!"

"simon–"

he points a finger in your face as he continues on with his rant, "no, you don't get to call me that, not anymore. from here on out, you either address me as ghost or lieutenant, nothing else until you can learn how to handle yourself on the field. we need soldiers, not daredevils. do you understand?"

you exhale, "no."

before he can continue with his angry tangent you sit up with a painful grimace and grab the pillow the pillow your head once rested upon and fling it at him

he narrowly dodges it and stares at you with a mix of rage and pure disbelief with a glare that practically screamed, "what the fuck."

hit block limit again. i'm afraid this may become a habit. anyway.

taking his silence as your cue to speak, you do just that, "okay fine, you're right. i probably shouldn't have tackled you down like that and taken a bullet for you, i probably should've remembered that you're a fully capable man with more experience than me, and i probably should've remembered that the field is no place to be playing favorites. you're right, i should've kept that all in mind but–"

you let out a small sigh as you avert your eyes to the think blanket draped over your body, "when i saw that gun pointed right at you i...i couldn't bring myself to care about any of that. at that moment, all i saw was you in danger and i couldn't have that so i did what i did. you can reprimand and punish me all you want for doing it, but i don't care. i stand by my actions."

simon eyes you for a few moments longer before grabbing onto a chair nearby and settling it beside your bed

you watch as he sits down with a small sigh, his eyes never leaving yours

"why?"

your brows knit together in confusion

"why what?"

"why'd you take a bullet–no, why'd you take two bullets for me? you and everyone else on this team know i could've handled it, so why?"

you frown, "because you're my friend, simon. why else?"

once those words leave your mouth, you're greeted with his blank ghost stare

again, he's just 👁️👁️

and you feel a small wave of concern wash over you

like

this is the same man who was torturing you with the bright fluorescent lights and lecturing you to hell just a few minutes ago and now he's just staring at you

still and silent as ever

you almost ask if he's okay, but stop yourself when he brings his large hand up to the edge of your hospital bed and begins inching it closer to yours before eventually resting it over yours

it's quiet for a few moments longer before he speaks in one of the quietest voices you've ever heard from him, "you took that bullet cause i'm your friend?"

you can't help but soften your own voice as you respond, "my best friend."

upon hearing you say that, simon can just feel the small well of tears that begin building up in his eyes

and as much as he wants to fight them off, he just can't

you, already being able to sense the internal war he's got going on inside his head, simply turn your hand so you can grip onto his and give it a firm squeeze

and by god he hates you for that

because now he can't help but disconnect your hands in favor of surging forward and wrapping his arms around you

you swear you can feel the small rumble of his shoulders as he tries and fails to conceal his quiet sniffles but you decide to overlook it because oh my god simon 'ghost' riley is crying in your arms and it's all your fault

so you decide it's best to just hold onto him as tight as you possibly can

he notices this and he just melts

what did he do to deserve you?

what overpowering force of life felt that he was good enough for the sunshine that is you?

who gave him the honor of being blessed with you?

he's not sure but quite frankly, he doesn't really care

not when you're holding onto him like your life depends on it

not when you pull back from the hug, look into his eyes, and offer him the brightest smile he's ever seen

and certainly not when you grab onto his hands and speak in that sweet honey voice of yours, "i'll always take a bullet for you. i can't lose you, simon."

jesus christ you're going to make his heart burst

he sucks in a small breath and squeezes onto your hands, "i can't lose you either, kid."

you only smile, "you won't, i'm always gonna be here with you."

words that once would've annoyed him to no end now set his cold heart alight

"you fuckin' better."

your smile widens and you lean forward to capture him in yet another hug

with his arms wrapped tightly around your body and you pressed up against him, he can't help but smile

it's definitely nice to have a friend

:)

[imraespace]

STREAMERS! ★ ˎˊ˗

..CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2! || CHAPTER 3..

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@kh.fan01: you're not y/n..

@ilovelinkk: since when was y/n a boy?

@gamergirl123: well.. obviously it's not her..

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Muichiro stared at the comments flying in as he hit the stream button.

You left him with one job:

"You can start the stream while I go collect my package! Remember to invite the others and explain everything!"

You told him as you left the house.

What package? It doesn't really concern him and he really don't care about it. All he knew was you could've just asked your mother to collect it and not leave him alone here but it's you so..

"Um.."

He let out a sigh as he saw more comments fly in.

@kh.fan01: who are you🤨

"Y/N's friend." He started.

"Shes not here as yet but she left me here to stream for her until she's back."

@pooper3000: where is y/n?

"Why are you all asking so many questions.. and why is your username pooper3000.." Muichiro mumbled.

His phone went off which caused him to check it. It was a notification from the groupchat.

He opened it, completely forgetting about the stream.

MITSURI HAS JOINED!

"Finally.." Muichiro said to himself

The pink haired girl opened up her phone to view the chat and was greeted with a bunch of compliments.

"Ooh!! So many compliments, thank you!" She said, smiling while holding one of her cheek.

The chat grew happy upon seeing a new friend joining.

Oh right, Muichiro just remembered he has to explain to them.

"Uh, Y/N told me to explain something to you all." He started.

That chat started to spam with a bunch of questions.

The boy tried to explain as best as he could, having Mitsuri in the back to help him out.

After a long explanation, they all understood what they meant and were very much happy to have the others to join the stream.

SHINOBU HAS JOINED!

OBANAI HAS JOINED!

"The others have joined!" Mitsuri said, waving at her camera as they both waved back.

"Not everyone but this is good enough." Obanai said.

"What are we even supposed to do?"

"Y/N said to talk." Muichiro answered.

"Talk.." Obanai mumbled as he glared at the camera.

"How about we play a game?" Shinobu spoke up.

"Yes a game! How about on roblox?" Mitsuri responded.

"What game on roblox?"

"Hmm.. I've been playing that Hello Kitty Cafe so why not that one?"

"Say what now." Obanai replied.

"Yep! Join me!" She continued.

S.FLOWERS_ HAS JOINED THE GAME

LOVE.MITSURI HAS JOINED THE GAME

OBANAIIGURO123 HAS JOINED THE GAME

muichiro123456:

your name is so bland

obanaiiguro123:

ik you're not talking.

muichiro123456:

I asked y/n to name me that so I won't forget it.

love.mitsuri:

I think both of your names are good!

obanaiiguro123:

thank you.

s.flowers_:

obanai let me in your world.

obanaiiguro123:

..why..

s.flowers_:

why not?

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Why does one want to enter world?

Only because! Shinobu caught him playing the game, she asked him about it but he denied ever entering the game, denying everything she saw.

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obanaiiguro123:

...

fine.

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Obanai caved in and let her in, actually he let everyone in.

"Why is your cafe better than mines.." She mumbled.

Muichiro started to roam around it.

"A three-story kuromi themed Cafe.." He mumbled.

"You all are just bad at the game." He replied.

"I didn't know you played the game Obanai?" Mitsuri asked, as her avatar walked up to his.

"I only started it for you so we can play together.." He mumbled.

"REALLY??!" She exclaimed.

Soon both Shinobu and Muichiro had to witness the couple tried to make their avatars hug.

"What am I watching.." Muichiro mumbled

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Soon about 2 hours had past and your chat grew impatient and demanded that you return.

Muichiro rolled his eyes at them and simply said:

"I can't control her."

Before he could respond to another rant, he got a message from you.

"Finally.."

"She's coming home soon." Muichiro said.

@gamergirl123: finally. yall gameplay is trash.

"Oh." Mitsuri said.

@gamergirl123: not you tho!

"Oh?" Shinobu now spoke up.

Muichiro sighed. How do you even deal with this..

Talking about you, you're currently trying to get out of this free trip to the restaurant you very much hate.

But this "Douma" person doesn't wanna take NO as answer.

"We have the best spot open for you to come try out a few meals!" He said offering his had out towards you.

You stared at his hand, then back up at him.

With a smile, you began to speak.

"I already said, No. Thank. You! I would like to go on my way now." You ended as you made your way around him.

"But you-"

"SOMEONE HELP IM BEING KIDNAPPED-"

"OKAY IM LEAVING" He said as he ran away, leaving you alone just like you wanted!

You looked around as people stared at you.

"I'm never doing that again.." You mumbled as you ran off towards your neighborhood.

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You made it back home, with a box in your hand and restaurant free. What's inside the box you may wonder? It's whatever game your interested in at the moment and a bunch of items related to it.

You opened your door and greeted your mother, then made your way up into your room.

Upon opening the door, your ears was the first to hear the insulting words that came out of your friend's mouth, as he bad mouthed your chat. And was also playing princess castle tycoon with the others.

"How's it going?" You asked, startling the poor boy.

He looked at you then back at your screen.

"Look at my castle."

"I love it 10/10."

"Thank you."

Your eyes made its way towards your chat and saw it changed from aggressive to excitement, seeing that you're back.

"Haha my fans missed me."

"No one cares."

STREAMERS!

☆ Douma got picked on after he made it back to the restaurant without a single customer.

☆ IT was most likely from Akaza.

EXTRA!:

TAGLIST: @deezy12299 (OPEN)

[poppyflower-22]

Lovers

Summery: You and Lando have been dating for 5 years and when new photos of Lando and luisinha oliveira come to surface. Your loyal fans go wild.

Part 1

Paring: Lando Norris x Leclerc Reader x luisinha oliveira.

Masterlist

Y/n Leclerc.

Liked by, landonorris, charlesleclerc and 889,356 others.

Y/nLeclerc: Day one. ☀️🌊

Tagged: charleslecler

See 85,456 comments.

Username: Y/N DON’T FALL ANY OF THE BULL SHIT LANDO SPILLS TO YOU!!

Landonorris: 🥵🫶

↪️ Y/nleclerc: 🧡🫶

Username: I think she knows but doesn’t want to analogue what’s really happening 🤷‍♀️

↪️ Username: Yeah but there on the same boat or she’s going to the same boat. How awkward.

Lusisinhaoliveria: 💞

Liked by author.

Username: OMG Lusisnha is the girl that’s with Lando in that Picture!!! 😱

Texts.

Lando Norris.

Like by y/nleclerc, carlossaniz and 832,456 others.

LandoNorris: My girls. 🥰💞🤭

Tagged: y/nleclerc, Lusisinhaoliveria

Show 57,765 comments.

Y/nleclerc: I love you so much. 😘😘

↪️ LandoNorris: I love you more. 😍🥵

↪️ Lusisinhaoliveria: Let’s just say we all love each other equally.

Liked by landonorris, y/nleclerc

Charlesleclerc: I approve.

↪️ Landonorris: Oh thank God. 😊

↪️ Y/nleclerc: Lan he's approved since the beginning...

Charlesleclerc: I approve of Y/n and Lusia.

↪️ Lusisinhaoliveria: Thank you Charles. 😇

Username: Omg why do I love this so much. 🙇‍♀️

Carlossianz: Okay now the internet can stop hating on you and Lusia.

Liked by landonorris, y/nleclerc

Username: YES!!!

Y/nleclerc

Liked by, lusisinhaoliveria, landonorris and 1,457,234 others.

Y/nleclerc: I love you both to the moon and back. 🌙💕🥰

Tagged: Lusisinhaoliveria, landonorris

View 635,378 comments.

Pascaleleclerc: We must all have dinner together soon.

↪️ Y/nleclerc: Of course mamma.

Username: There going to have dinner with mamma Leclerc. 😔

Username: NO WHY DO I LOVE THEM. THIS! 😏

Landonorris: I love you my sweet girl. 😋

↪️ Y/nleclerc: I love you two but please stop using that emoji. 🙏

↪️ Lusisinhaoliveria: Yeah, it's very disturbing.

↪️ Landonorris: Fine. Only for my girls. 😟

Username: Let's see how long this lasts. 😒

Charlesleclerc: So cute. 🫶

↪️ Y/nleclerc: Thank you brother. 🥰

Username: Lando got the whole package.

Liked by landonorris, Lusisinhaoliveria, y/nleclerc

Username: Okay, I stan. But if Lando and Y/n break up after this, then I'm done.

Lusisinhaoliveria: I love you. ❤️

↪️ Y/nleclerc: I love you. 💕

Carlossinz: I knew before Charles. 🫢

↪️ Charlesleclerc: What?

↪️ Y/nleclerc: Nothing. Love you, brother. ❤️

Lusisinha Oliveria

Liked by, Y/nleclerc, charlesleclerc and 672,674 others.

Lusisinhaoliveria: My heaven. 💕

Tagged: y/nleclerc, landonorris

Comments limited.

Y/nleclerc: Okay, why are you so hot? 😳

↪️ Lusisinhaoliveria: No that's you. 😏💕

↪️ landonorris: your both hot really. 😋

↪️ y/nleclerc: The emoji 😒

Username: Thease pictures are so cute.

Charlesleclerc: Okay, you three are cute.

↪️ landonorris: I knew you would warm up to me, even after 5 years. 😁

↪️ Carlossainz: I wouldn't push it brother.

Landonorris: 💕

Liked by Lusisinhaoliveria, y/nleclerc

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Okay I'm thinking of doing another because I liked making this.

Its also my first one.

[heartfullofleeches]

Yandere Streamer + Delivery Driver Reader Blurb

"Package!"

You bang your fist against the apartment door, lock popping open after the second beat. Music floods from its cracks, leaving you curious as to how anyone heard you when another resident on this very floor couldn't hear you from their own living room. The query fades into irrelevancy as you wheel your cart closer to the opening door. The only thing that mattered was getting the job done so you could finally head home.

"Yeah?"

"Package for a uh...." You flip through your notes. "Miller?" That was definitely a new one. You've been delivering packages to this apartment complex from a local warehouse store for a few months by now to the point you almost knew everyone's name. The home owner's tired face gains an enormous grin, but not at the mention of the name. Rather, the voice behind it.

"Yeah, that's me. Sorry, thought you might've been someone else."

"I understand. From what I have here, you ordered a new surveillance camera, a gaming chair, and a set of deadbolt locks. You also requested set up for the chair. Is that correct?"

"Sounds about right. Come on in. Bedroom's to your right. Try not to take too long, I'm going live soon." You drag the cart in as Miller shuts and secures the door; chain lock clicking into place.

You park outside of the bedroom door, carrying the needed supplies inside and adding them to a plethora of boxes already situated inside. Must've just moved in, you conclude; despite all the worn posters and furniture placed around the room. The boxes were stacked in a way that they were out of general sight of a computer set up near a bolted window. Oddly enough, there was already a chair in front of it.

"New one's for my partner." Miller answers to the question you hadn't even asked, pointing at the chair. "Couples streaming seemed like a good way to welcome them home. All this other stuff is theirs too. Don't have much from their old home and I wanted to spoil them."

"When do they move in?"

"Today."

"I see.." You trail away from the conversation as you focus all your mental energy towards assembling their chair. You never got the proper training for this part of the job, but it wasn't rock science. Miller even helped you get started before they left the room, music blaring through the other corners of the house as they work on their own tasks. Three quarters of an hour down, and you've got it done. Miller had reentered the room around the time and had been working on their computer. They usher you over to bring the chair, offering you a seat for all your hard work.

"Y'know, I should be thanking you for all your hard work. You don't know how many times I've had to reschedule my order because they kept sending your coworker instead. Made no sense, but I guess you had other deliveries. It's whatever. All that's in the past now, baby."

Before you can ask what they mean, Miller puts on their headphones and presses a button on the keyboard. Your puzzled face appears on screen, blocked partially by the bill of your hat.

"Hey, guys! I'm here with my first stream with my spouse. Told you I was taken. I know I've hyped up their arrival, it just took a while to get things settled, but now they're finally home and here to stay."

[istadris]

Mareach headcanon time :

In the Mushroom World, King or Queen isn't a title you gain automatically when taking the throne of a kingdom. Prince or Princesses can be acting, legitimate rulers for years without anyone questioning their right to rule (aside from villains obviously).

Likewise, marrying royalty doesn't make you royalty by default. After her wedding, Peach is still the Princess, and Mario takes it for granted that he's still just Some Guy who happened to have married the ruler of the kingdom, and that said ruler's title is "princess". He'a a hero, sure, but he didn't become royalty or nobility or gain titles or land or anything he associates with royalty customs from Earth.

Things take a strange turn, however, when Peach becomes pregnant.

Mario doesn't pay attention to it at first, because he has other things to worry about like his wife (his wife!!!) expecting their child (their child !!!)

But some people start acting a bit weird around him.

"Did you think of what gems you will have on your crown?", someone asks in the same tone one would ask about your plans for the baby's bedroom.

"Can't wait to do business with you !", a king from another kingdom tells him cheerfully, as if Mario was ever expected to do more in politics than sit around, look pretty and bash some villain skulls.

"I'm expecting you for a visit as soon as you can find the time in your schedule!" The royal tailor says, which Mario takes as a joke about his eternal overalls.

Even Toadsworth suddenly asks him a lot more to help with various diplomatic and budgetary tasks, which Mario obliges with because he's a dear, but he doesn't get the sudden need for his help, given he's a plumber by trade when not punching Bowser in the face.

But as I said, Mario just waves it off and focuses on becoming a dad soon.

When Peach gives birth, he cries, Luigi (who's been waiting in the next room and drove him there because Mario was too nervous to drive his kart when he learned Peach's water broke) cries, everyone cries but not as much as the baby (or babies ? Haven't decided that yet), they show the baby to the crowd gathered outside the castle, it's a beautiful day and even Bowser sent a gift basket.

Then some days later, as Mario is busy cooing over Peach breastfeeding the baby, Toadsworth shows up and asks Mario to come greet a foreign delegation. No, not Peach, Mario.

"Why would they want to see me over Peach ?"

"Now now, it is part of your duties as King now after all"

"Part of my what now."

"After all the Queen has to rest, your Majesty."

"Wait what."

Turns out, in this world, one does become a King or Queen only after birthing or naming a heir. The role of Prince/Princess is then passed on to this heir, as their parent now enters a new step of their rule : acknowledging that they are now continuing the line even if they were to pass away.

And, especially in the case of birthing a heir, as the new parent will be too busy taking care of their child for the first months, it is expected of their partner to act in their stead in political decisions. And since you can't have any commoner acting in the Queen's name...

...Mario is now officially King of the Mushroom Kingdom.

Everyone just assumed he knew all of the package deal when he started courting Peach, so no one bothered to fill him in.

(Mario spends the next ten minutes hiding under Peach's bedsheets while she's very amused by the situation, before she comforts him and assures him he'll do great).

[cantstoptheimagines]

Dating Them Would Include… 

Summary — Headcanons for Adora, Catra, and Perfuma from She-Ra & the Princesses of Power! 

Requests ➳ Anonymous — Hello. Can I request Adora (She-Ra) with sarcastic S/O? ➳ Anonymous — G’day. I recently found this blog and decided to make a request: Catra with S/O, who use razor boomerangs (S/O can both throw them and use as daggers) as a weapons. Could you, please, write it? P.S. Have a good day. ➳ Anonymous — Hi there. Mind if I request some headcanons of Perfuma dating pyromancer!S/O?

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff for Adora and Perfuma; a little toxicity for Catra because our baby needs therapy; I’m currently rewatching this show and realizing that I remember nothing from it.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 560. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Multiple requests were combined for this work.

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adora

adora is literally feral sometimes

(all the time)

since she grew up in the horde, she has little to no social skills when you first meet her

so don’t even try making any sarcastic jokes or references to the rest of etheria because she will not understand lol

she eventually grows used to things outside of the horde and the two of you became fast friends

but then, one day, she watches you give a horde soldier a black eye

and there’s a little flutter in her stomach

she subtly brings it up to bow, who says she just had a case of butterflies, which was probably a mistake because she always takes things way too literally

so for a solid month, she’s convinced she has actual butterflies in her stomach that just won’t leave

eventually, though, they overwhelm her and she kisses you in the heat of battle

from then on, you’re a package deal

where you go, she goes

trails behind you like a lost puppy sometimes

soft adora fans rise!

catra

catra is hard to understand most of the time

one second, she’s solely focused on you

and the next, she’s on a rampage

sorry to say but a relationship with her would not be easy to maintain. it would take a lot of work on both sides

she’d need to control her impulsive temper and you’d need to have a very empathetic heart

once things settle down and she becomes friends with adora again, all that stress is lifted from her shoulders

she becomes kinder, more considerate, and softness envelopes her heart

even though you’ve told her a million times that her past mistakes are not a reflection of her current self, she continues trying to make up for them

but of course, this is catra we’re talking about

she often gives you new weapons, always opposed to more traditional items

your personal favorite being a twin set of razor-sharp daggers, which made your eyes glimmer with excitement upon opening them

she was proud of herself for that one

what she offers the most, however, is loyalty

she has betrayed and has been betrayed so many times that she swears to never do so again

she hopes you’ll do the same. because if you stick by her through thick and thin, she’ll eventually open up

all she needs is time

perfuma

super kind and very affectionate, even when you’re still “just friends” (side eye bc that doesn’t last long lol)

be prepared because you’ll constantly be smothered in affection by perfuma

if you have any elemental powers, like pyromancy, she’ll only love you more since that’s one more thing you both have in common

her love language is touch, no doubt, 100%

she’s constantly giving you warm hugs and squeezing your hand so tight that it goes numb

you can’t resist kissing her whenever she smiles at you with sparkling eyes and pink cheeks

always giving one another sweet compliments you greet each other

you can trust her no matter what. she’d never cause you pain and would be haunted by regret if she did

seriously, i don’t think she’d ever forgive herself

she’s just so loyal to the people she loves, especially you

you better like flowers because you’ll be getting fresh bouquets every day for the rest of your life

god i love her so much

[comicarc]

𝐈 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (𝐕𝐈𝐈)

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"A lonely moon craving for the radiant sun." In which a certain girl catches the attention of a prideful billionaire playboy as they both attempt to find their way in the world. (I haven't seen many fics explore Bruce in his formative years, so I thought I'd share my take on them, of course with romance.)

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Night dawned on Gotham, blanketing the city with a moonless sky. y/n made her way to the hole which she had descended into all those nights ago, now completely covered. There was a barricade with two large men standing guard, checking people into a tent by verifying them on a list. y/n was apprehensive, not only because if anything went wrong she could die, but also because it was apparent there were no other girls there. Gulping down her hesitation, y/n attempted to exude an air of confidence to make herself seem unapproachable, as she took confident steps to the front of the line. Maybe she was being too cocky, but that was better than being seen as prey. 

Ignoring the groans and whistles of the men lined behind her, she looked the guards in the eye and mustered all her energy to her voice as she announced her name. She prayed they couldn’t hear the waver in her voice or the tremble of her hands. She was scared witless, but the wire pressed against her chest lay a constant reminder that her actions weren’t in vain. 

As soon as she was let in by the guards, y/n hid in a corner to catch her breath. Bruce had given her earrings to work as comms, so upon hearing her very loud pants, he reassured, “Hey, everything’s fine. The plan’s working and no one suspects a thing.”

His words had eased her rapidly racing heart a little, allowing her to emerge from her corner into the lion’s den. Before her lay rows and rows of tables resembling an assembly line. Red mushrooms on one end turned into some liquid solution at the other, being crushed, mixed and packaged throughout the sequence. Why did anyone want her here?

Someone appeared behind her as she took another stepping, introducing, “Ah here’s the lady of the hour.” He took her by the waist and spun her to face him as he continued, “I’m Jared Steve, head of the operation.”

He wasn’t like a typical creep, Jared was tall, muscular, and looked like he could get any girl he wanted. But his voice and his mannerisms gave away the ugly truth. “And what exactly is this operation?”

“Already interrogating, are we? He said you were feisty, but I never expected you to have this much fire.” He smirked, his curling lips sending a shiver down y/n’s spine. 

y/n remained quiet, as he brushed off his own question, “Well, it’s a new kind of drug. Something that the market’s never seen. Our main target is the children, for obvious reasons. They’re scared, stupid, or lusting to escape life.”

“So, what do you need me for?”

“You’ve got a reputation for being inconspicuous. Nothing intense, I just need you to plant this package in someone’s house. I’ve got the address right here, all you need to do is sneak in, leave it there, and text this number. With all the money you’ve smuggled for Philip Wilcox, I’d say this will be pretty easy for you.” He handed y/n a piece of paper with the details, before intensifying his tone, “Don’t fuck this up, or it’ll be your head being slaughtered.”

y/n took a moment to digest all the information she was given. There was no clear motive behind the operation other than it being a cash grab, but from what she heard, there was enough evidence to prove the existence and maliciousness of the operation. In thought for far longer than she was supposed to be, Bruce chimed through the earring urging her to come back to reality.

“You’ve gotta do this tonight. I’ve got high hopes for you, that is of course, if you’re anything like your mother.”

The offhanded comment caught y/n off guard like a deer in headlights. But ignoring it, y/n turned away from Jared and walked out of the tent, ready to end things for good. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The address led to the apartment next to hers on Crime Alley. It’s proximity to her own ‘home’ had raised her suspicions but she had no time to doubt. All she had to do was get in & get out and then all her worries would dissipate. No more ties to the Falcones. 

The box she held seemed to get heavier with each step, threatening to slip from her hands. Though confined in cardboard, y/n could tell there was something metallic inside with the light clink she heard every few minutes. 

Standing outside the door to the apartment she was meant to enter, y/n paused and let the silence surround her. Carefully, she leaned an ear against the door and listened. There was no shuffling of footsteps, no voices, absolutely nothing indicating that there was a soul inside. Taking it as a green light, y/n set down the box, fished out a bobby pin from her pockets, and fiddled with the lock until it was unlocked.

Taking the box again, this time adjusting it between her left arm and hip, y/n tip-toed inside, making sure she didn’t make a sound. Seeing that the coast was clear, she set down the box on a wooden dining table right in front of the entrance. Standing upright, she took a deep breath as if physically relinquishing the anxiety and stress that had been plaguing her. It was finally over, she was free. 

But, of course, nothing good ever lasts, and just as y/n was about to leave, sickeningly thin fingers grasped her wrist. “You’re here to kill me aren’t you?” The voice sounded defeated as it spoke. “I deserve it, I know that, but I’d hoped that it would be on my own terms.” 

Curious as always, y/n wanted to know more. So, she did exactly what she shouldn’t have as she inquired, “What…did you do?”

“You don’t know?” He lightly chuckled before resuming, “I killed some very important people.”

“A Falcone?” 

“Two Waynes.” y/n heard Bruce gasp through the earring. The target was Joe Chill, and if he knew he was going to be killed then the package had to be a bomb.

“Why?”

“I was dumb and desperate. I thought I could hide, get away from it all with one final job, but Gotham stays with you, even if you leave it. Trust me kid, this isn’t the end, its just the beginning.”

“Why warn me about an inevitability then?”

“So that you don’t make the same mistake I did.” Unhanding y/n, he placed in her palm a stack of files and pushed her outside of the apartment. As soon as she fell onto the carpeted hallway, the cardboard exploded and took Joe with it. 

The apartment burst into flames, the fire rapidly spreading to other parts of the building. Instinct kicked in and y/n ran to her own apartment, gathering her stuff in a backpack before the flames could reach her. After a few minutes of packing, she raced out of the apartment and stood a few feet from the entrance, watching the flames engulf the building in a matter of moments. 

The bomb couldn’t have gone off without the sender knowing it had arrived. Either there was timer or someone tracking her, the latter of which seemed a more reasonable option. Thinking back to her interaction with Jared, y/n remembered he had touched her waist. Feeling her midsection, y/n felt a bump on the back of her jacket. A tracker.

The bomb had left her ears ringing, so she hadn’t registered Bruce’s voice until after she crushed the tracker. “y/n, what the hell happened? Are you alright? Was it Chill, did he do something?”

“I’m fine, let’s meet back at your mansion in the morning.” Bruce continued talking, but y/n had enough for the day. Taking off the earring, removing the wire, and stuffing the files that Joe gave her into her backpack, y/n began walking.

She couldn’t sleep on the street or any bench, so she’d have to settle for a rooftop. Lucky for her, she knew exactly where to go. Arriving at her destination, y/n climbed up a pipe, settled in a corner, curled into herself, and fell asleep clutching her backpack and watching the sky. 

What is to give light must endure burning, so she had decided that the darkness of this night would cool her. Under the blanket of stars, she’d relinquish the buzzing in her mind, allowing it to fly with the fireflies. By morning her thoughts would be silent enough for the joy of freedom to echo through the hollowness of her skull. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Left hanging by y/n, Bruce’s anger blinded him from his sense of compassion. What did Joe Chill have to do with the Falcones? If they were involved in his parent’s death, he had to have a surefire way of getting Carmine convicted. 

He’d been investigating for months and had finally found a cop worthy of his badge. A certain detective Jim Gordon had both influence and honesty in his blood, just the perfect combination to put one of Gotham’s most malicious cronies behind bars. He’d be able to convince Dent Sr. to help with getting a lawyer and the case in general. y/n would get him his evidence. Everything was in place for his plan to work. 

But y/n, she needed to be safe from it all. After all a promise is a promise, and Bruce Wayne always keeps his word. She hadn’t left his thoughts for days, and even now she occupied his mind as he worried for her life.

Sense finally kicked in, and Bruce rushed out the doors of his home, heading to Crime Alley to find y/n. The explosion must’ve surely hurt her, and he couldn’t leave her there to fend for herself in such a bad area. 

An hour or so later, he found y/n on a rooftop freezing in her sleep. In the place where his parents were murdered, the place that haunted him every night, left him tossing and turning until bags formed under his eyes, Bruce knew he’d die here too. It was only a matter of time, for here he was helpless, and no amount of money would save him from death he had cheated. But at that moment, watching y/n smile in such a decrepit state, he couldn’t help but let the thought of her dying overshadow his own fears. 

Slinging her backpack onto his shoulder and picking her up in both his arms, he held her even tighter than he had at the bar, allowing her face to sink into his chest as he walked to his car. Setting her gently in the backseat, he drove out of Park Row back to his mansion. 

Upon arriving back home, he didn’t take her to the same bedroom as the previous night. Rather he sat in the backseat, letting her head lean in his lap as he brushed her hair and watched the color return to her skin. 

In the comfort of silence, he felt as though he needed to get something off of his chest. Thus, he confessed, “Wayne means many things to many people, and to each I am a different person. I’m a rich asshole, a pitiful orphan, an influential figurehead, a reckless idiot, or a gold digger’s dream, but really, I’m a curse. And you, you’re the only one who makes me feel human.

“I know it sounds stupid, but it started in our first year at the Academy, when you got a 100% on our chemistry test. You beat me, and no one beat me. It felt refreshing to have someone see past my ‘power’ and treat me like I wasn’t a god amongst humans that shouldn’t be crossed. And so I started to retaliate, hoping that I’d get your attention. 

“Honestly, I’d never studied for a test in my life as hard as I’d done for you. Just so you’d look my way and think I’m not like the other guys, that I used my wealth and endless resources to further myself instead of blowing it off on pointless stuff. And when that didn’t work, I wanted to get you jealous, using other girls. And when that didn’t work I used the race, to try and impress you.

“Now in hindsight, all that may have come across as a completely different message, but what more can you expect from a boy who has never known true affection? 

“I’ve hurt everyone I’ve been with, from flings to my parents. I can’t seem to give people happiness. I thought I could help you, save you from the real Gotham, beyond the Academy, but look what I’ve done…”

He hesitated, before placing a kiss on y/n’s forehead and admiring her sleeping figure. A part of him hoped she had heard him, that his feelings could be understood. But another part prayed she hadn’t, for he feared she’d only be hurt even more knowing the truth.

˖ ࣪🦇𓆰♡𓆪🦇ִ ࣪⋆

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[amhrosina]

I Wanna Love Me The Way That You Love Me

(Frank Castle x f!Reader) - Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: Frank uses a mirror to remind insecure!reader how beautiful she is. (In a fluffy and a smutty way!)

Warnings: reader is not very kind to herself, fluffy frank, like FLUFFY frank!!!!, super soft!boy frank, the softest of franks ive ever written, some body descriptions but I tried to keep it super vague, (later on) whew chile smuttttt, fingering, frank makes you watch yourself come in a mirror (lmfao), frank is sort of a dom but in the loosest sense, frank just loves reader so much!!!!!)

A/N - Thank you to @wheredidiputmyfish for being an absolute doll of a beta reader!!! I have a couple more Frank fics otw (i cant help it, i love that stupid man) and a poly!fratt x reader one hopefully soon after that!

You huffed as you pulled the green blouse over your head, annoyed that yet another online purchase didn’t fit right on your body. Just this week alone, you’d already made two trips to the post office, and Frank was bound to ask questions if you went for a third time so soon.  

You couldn’t even remember why you’d started buying nicer clothes to begin with, except that Karen always looked nice and Frank had been in love with her at one point, so why wouldn’t the same concept apply to you? The only problem was that you couldn’t seem to find anything that fit you correctly, and the idea that Frank might grow bored with your everyday attire kept you up at night. And of course, Frank had never actually said anything about your clothing choice – this was just the overthinking part of your brain going into overdrive. 

You flopped onto the mattress, shoving your face into your palms and groaning. You couldn’t figure out exactly what Frank saw in you, and it was hard not to compare yourself to his late wife or Karen. They were both beautiful women – definitely Frank’s type – and that was not exactly how you’d describe yourself. The thought of it brought tears to your eyes again. You quickly blinked them away when you heard the front door shut. 

You joined Frank in the living room, where he was removing his boots. You threw the package you needed to return on the table by the door, and though you tried to do this casually, Frank noticed it and your expression immediately. 

“You sendin’ care packages to some other boyfriend or somethin’?” He teased, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You giggled. “No. It’s just another return.” 

“Not that I’m not supporting this new wardrobe thing,” he started, eyeing the package by the door, “but why are you returnin’ everything you buy?” 

You shrugged. “It just doesn’t fit right.”  

“I bet you look great.” 

“I don’t think so.” You shrugged again, avoiding his eyes as you stepped into the kitchen. 

“Sweetheart.” He followed you into the kitchen, though it was clear he was struggling to figure out how to broach the topic. “Is everything okay? You’re talkin’ down about yourself again.” 

Your smile faltered slightly. “I’m fine.”  

“Baby,” Frank wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your chest into his, “You’re not fine. You wanna know how I know that?” 

You remained silent, avoiding eye contact, but nodded. 

“Because you won’t look at me.” You lifted your chin and stared into his warm gaze out of spite. “And because I know you and I love you, I know that you start avoiding me when you feel bad because you think I’m going to miraculously start to hate you and leave.” 

You didn’t respond, instead gnawing on your cheek and curling into yourself. Frank’s hold around your waist remained steady, and as you tried to look away from his meaningful gaze, his hand gripped your chin and held it steady, too.  

“You’re beautiful, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “I love you no matter what you do or wear or say. You’re beautiful.”  

You tried to push away from Frank, suddenly aware that you hadn’t fixed your makeup or hair that morning. He was lying. He had to be lying, right? No one thought that about you, least of all Fra- 

“Don’t.” Frank was gentle in his coaxing, running his knuckle over your cheekbone in a soothing pattern while pressing his fingers into the small of your back. “Don’t do that to yourself. I love you. I’m not goin’ anywhere. You have to trust me.” 

You fiddled with your fingers, wringing them together in an uneasy gesture, unsure of what to say. He gently grasped them and pulled them into his chest, cradling them as he held your gaze.  

“Come with me. I wanna show you somethin’.” He murmured, tilting his head toward the bedroom.  

You followed close behind him, curiosity outshining your desire to crawl into bed and never get out. He led you to a stop in front of the full-length mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders behind you. A clear and decisive frown formed on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look at yourself. 

“What do you see?” he asked, holding your gaze through the mirror. 

“What?” You furrowed your brow. 

“What do you see, sweetheart? Be honest.” he asked again, patting your shoulders encouragingly. 

“Well, um,” you breathed, starting at the top of your head and making your way down with your observations, “I see dull hair, bags under my eyes, and a nose that’s too big. My shoulders are broad, my hips are too wide, my skin looks lifeless, and I’m wondering why you ever gave me the time of day and why you stay with me when there are so many people out there that would look better standing next to you.” 

Frank stayed quiet throughout your assessment, expression turning grave as you brought up your deepest insecurities about yourself. He let you finish your observations before pressing a long kiss to your head. 

“Now ask me what I see.” he prompted. Confusion overcame your features again, but he silenced your doubts with an encouraging nod.  

“What do you see, Frankie?” You quietly asked, unsure if you really wanted to hear what he had to say. 

He brought his finger to your face, tracing each element as he pointed them out in the mirror. 

“I see a pair of beautiful eyes and a perfect nose. I see the most sensual lips I’ve ever felt pressed against my mouth. I see a beautiful, strong body that can handle anything thrown its way. Remember when you had to carry me from the living room to the bedroom after I passed out? That shit was impressive, sweetheart.” A soft smile rested on his face as he continued. He folded his arms around your middle and pulled your body against his. “I see hands that hold my entire heart in them, and a body that has all my love. You’re beautiful, baby, and I love you so much. Every piece of you.” 

You tried to blink away the tears that clouded your vision, but Frank’s speech combined with his gentle touch and open expression sent a wave of tears down your face. You curled into his hold, turning so you could bury your face in his chest. He cradled you against him while you cried, pressing soft kisses to your hair every few minutes until you were calm enough to look up at him through your eyelashes. 

He swiped his thumbs through the tears that had gathered under your eyes. “Are you okay?”  

You nodded, blinking up at him. “Thank you. I love you,” you murmured. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, which had always been his way of showing love. “Anytime, sweetheart. You hear me? Anytime.” 

- 

Bonus Scene: In which Frank comforts you in the bedroom later. 

“Frank, what are you doing?”  

Your tone was a mixture of confusion and curiosity, combined with the lazy haze that had taken over your body for the time being. Frank had jumped up from his relaxed position between your legs, where he’d licked up every bit of your desire after making you see stars, and had begun fiddling with the floor length mirror across the bedroom. 

“Hang on.” He called over his shoulder, tugging the heavy glass across the carpet. 

“Why are you moving the mirror?”  

“Wanna try somethin’.” 

He stepped back, looking between your slick, bare skin and the mirror with a smug expression. You were now face to face with your reflection, and as soon as you realized Frank's plan, a string of fire worked its way directly to your core.  

“Wanna show you how perfect you are.” He crawled on the bed behind you, settling himself before tugging your body back against his. Both sets of eyes, yours and Franks, were focused on you, and boy were you a sight to behold.  

Your limbs, still shaky from your first orgasm were splayed out, giving both you and Frank the perfect view of your glistening cunt, which was busy clenching around air as Frank worked his needy fingers down your skin. 

“Shit, baby. You look fuckin’ perfect like this.” He breathed. The proximity of his warmth to your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, and you had to fight the urge to clench your legs together. “Look at how beautiful you are, sweet thing.” He murmured, holding his gaze on the treasure between your legs. 

You looked, fully looked, and felt heat crawling up your neck as his sensuous fingers swiped through your arousal. A low groan emanated from his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from circling your clit. You watched as a moan left your mouth, your back slightly arching against Frank’s chest.  

“You see how perfect you are, sweet girl?” He cooed, circling your clit again. “Your pretty pussy drives me crazy.” 

His other hand began to rub your nipple in light circles, and if that weren’t enough to have you gasping for air, the touch of his lips to the spot below your ear was. You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back against Frank’s shoulder. His fingers halted – no, everything halted – and the whine that came from his sudden stoppage wasn’t entirely a conscious decision of yours. 

“You stop looking, I stop moving, sweetheart. You got that? Keep your eyes open.” he asked, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His gaze held no room for negotiation, so you shyly nodded before returning your gaze to your body. His focus remained on your flushed face, panting as he worked you closer to another orgasm.  

You could see what he was talking about. For the first time in a long time, the girl that looked back in the mirror wasn’t someone you shied away from. She was beautiful, and confident, and sensual, and she looked good next to Frank.  

“You look stunning, baby.” He murmured. 

“I know.” You responded, briefly lifting your eyes to his before returning them to his fingers. His winning smile was priceless – wide and open and beautiful, and you loved him, you loved him, you loved him. 

Light twinkled in your eyes as he inched you closer and closer to your release, and as soon as you locked eyes with Frank again, you were a goner. 

Frank worked his fingers around your clit, coaxing out one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. It washed over you in waves of fire, and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open for it, but you were glad he had asked you to, because you looked glorious coming around his fingers. 

You panted, body gleaming with sweat. Your heartbeat finally slowed as you leaned against Frank for support. He ran soothing hands over your limbs, massaging feeling back into them and kissing every inch of skin that he could reach in the process. The silence as you returned to your body was long, but comfortable, and when you finally had full use of your limbs again, you pulled Frank’s arms around you.  

He kissed your hair, resting his cheek on your head. 

“Do you see what I see now?” he asked, glancing at you through the mirror. You nodded, carefully lifting your chin so you could look at him – the real him – to respond.  

“I love you.”  

He grinned, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. 

“I love you, sweet girl.”

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[alkaline-wtr]

WE WILL SURVIVE (oneshot)

- - CHAPTER 3.5 - -

Graves x reader Description: Graves and reader camp out on a rooftop, and Graves teaches reader how to properly eat an MRE. Genre/Warnings: zombie apocalypse AU, Ghost x fem!reader, survivor!reader, oneshot WC: 860

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**Nothing fancy this time. This is just a quick little oneshot as promised, to make up for last chapter being so short. I have no excuse for why it took me so long to get this done. Honestly, I just lost interest and motivation for a while. I started a new job too, so I guess I lost a bit of free time there too but, I'm working on doing better about that. Anyways, this oneshot idea just seemed silly and cute, but not vital enough to make a whole chapter out of it. On another note, Ghost is coming BACK! Very soon. As well as a few other characters being introduced next chapter. Buckle up because Ch 5 is going to wild, and LONG. I've already got it mapped out and in the works. Stay tuned and Enjoy.

<< PART 1 / << PART 3

The sun had long set over the vacant city, leaving the sky saturated with stars. Without the haze of light pollution, they seemed to shine brighter and more plentiful than you remembered.

You looked on in awe, enjoying the view. This was the first time since the outbreak that you’d had the chance to breathe and admire the sky.

“This is nice.”

You say. You Keep your voice low as if it would disturb the peaceful night.

Phillip smiles. His face is illuminated by an orange glow as he stokes the crackling fire between you. You watch him for a moment.

“Who would’ve guessed the Military could prepare you for the end of the world?”

You add, shifting to face him, your legs crossed under you.

“No one's really prepared for the end of the world.”

He responds.

“Well... No, but you certainly learned more survival skills than I ever have.”

Phillip shrugs. To him, survival was second nature. A skill burned into his mind and muscles alike. It had been his livelihood for so long that this was no different than any other day except maybe fewer bullets.

"It's crazy to think just months ago we were all just living our lives, worried about bills, and jobs..."

Your words trail off and a sadness washed over you. Philip notices this, thinking of what he can do to take your mind off things.

His gaze follows yours to the sky. The Milky Way is much more visible to the naked eye now that the world is void of electricity.

"Just months ago, there wasn't this breathtaking view."

He reminds you. You look back at him. Watching the lines crinkle around his eyes as he smiles.

You smile back.

"You're right."

A beat of silence hangs between you before Graves drags his bag into his lap and rummages through it.

"How about food?"

You raise an eyebrow curiously.

"Okay."

Phillip pulls out two brown packages tossing his bag aside.

"What's that?"

You ask. Phillip chuckles.

"Come sit. I'll show you."

He pats the space beside him. A tarp lays folded neatly beneath him.

You stand up dusting off your backside and move to sit beside him.

"This,"

He starts, using his knife to slice open the top of the package.

"Is an M-R-E.”

"A What?"

You ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

“An M-R-E.”

Phillip repeats with a chuckle.

"It stands for Meals-Ready-to-Eat."

He explains.

"They are meals given to soldiers on the field, not the best tasting but, more substantial than anything you’ll find out here.”

He inspects the writing on the front in the dim light of the fire.

“Would you like Spaghetti? Or Chili Mac?”

Phillip asks.

“Uh, Spaghetti I guess?”

You reply still a bit confused.

"A shame... The Chili Mac is a classic."

You chuckle, moving to sit closer to him. Phillip finishes opening the package. He dumps the contents on the ground in front of you.

It was hard to imagine anything appetizing behind the muddy brown plastic.

You followed along with Phillip's instructions as he explained the process of cooking the meal. You nestled the 'entree' packet into a larger green bag, watching as he used his canteen to pour water up to the thick black line at the bottom and seal it up with a cardboard sleeve.

“Now, we wait for this to heat up. Here, is the snacks, dessert, and of course, a spoon. And this you can ignore.”

He says taking away the last package.

“Why, What is it?”

You ask curiously.

“It’s not important.”

You give him a quizzical look and look at the small plastic in his hand.

"Gum?"

You asked, eyes scanning over the two white rectangles. Philip nods.

"Not the kind you want."

You knew better than to defy Philip's warning but, you couldn't help but wonder the reasoning.

"How come?"

Philip smirks.

"Do you really wanna know?"

"Yes,"

You answered persistently.

"They are laxatives."

Phillip finally says. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh..."

Philip nudges your shoulder with his.

"Don't worry about it. At least I didn't wait to tell you while you were chewing them."

He teased. That was a fact you were grateful for.

As the two of you waited for the entree to heat up, Phillip showed you which bag to make the powdered drink mix and you both shared the crackers and cheese spreads that came with the MREs. It was all so mundane, yet comforting. Something about the routine of it made you feel almost normal again.

Once the entree had finished You and Philip sat side by side enjoying your meals.

"Not bad, right?"

Phillip asked, watching as you picked at your half of the cookie.

The snacks weren't too bad, and just as Philip had said it was more substantial than anything you'd found out here. The entrees themselves weren't the most delicious thing you'd eaten but it was nice to have a hot meal regardless.

"No, it wasn't."

Philip tilted his head back to finish off the lime-green drink he had shaken up earlier. His eyes caught yours studying your expression. He dropped the drink to his lap and raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

You shake your head.

"I... just wanted to thank you for all your help. You've saved my life. I owe you."

Philip chuckles.

"You don't owe anyone anything."

He sighs,

"If you spend too much time thinking about who owes what, this world will swallow you whole."

You thought back on the past months of survival and how desolate the world had been. But up here, with Phillip beside you, it didn’t feel so lonely.

PART 4 >>

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[yanderes-galore]

Only if it's possible, but can we get a yandere alphabet for Aym + Baal from COTL??? Thx!

Sure! Going based on the older concept I did for them.

Said Concept Found Here

Yandere Alphabet - Aym + Baal

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Sadism, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Religious themes, Isolation, Death, Biting, Being a pet/toy, Forced companionship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Aym and Baal share their obsession but treat you very differently.

Aym is cruel and rough, he likes to chase you around like a cat to a mouse. He sees you as his plaything. Despite this he still cares for you a ton.

Baal is much more gentle and caring. He clings to you and keeps you close to his large body like a comfort animal/plush toy. He hates how his brother treats you... but can be very smothering.

They are both quite intense in their own ways.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy. These two are loyal guards of TOWW and you were given to them as a gift for said loyalty.

The two would do anything to keep you. They most likely don't have to get messy though as your place is meant to be with them in the afterlife.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Baal wouldn't mock you, Aym may seem like it but he doesn't do it often. When the two are given you they are unsure what to think at first. However, the cats soon take to you as their new lost soul to play with.

Baal is very caring, purring away as he cuddles into you. Aym is more sadistic, forcing you into games of chase before plopping you back in the arms of his brother.

Despite their differences, the two really are a pair who both crave attention from you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Most likely, they were given you to play with. They no doubt get intense at times.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

I'd say they are both quite attached but show it to different degrees.

Aym definitely tries to hide how much he cares for you truly but really does feel like he needs you now.

Baal is much more open with you. He is very open when he shows his affection and is certainly the one who clings to you the closest.

If TOWW ever took you away their loyalty and faith to TOWW may just shatter.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Baal is disappointed while Aym is more annoyed. Resistance is expected, however. After all no one enjoys their afterlife devoted to being a pet.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Technically for both it's a yes, but they have very different games. Aym enjoys watching you try to find a way out while Baal hates it.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Aym's games of chase is the worst for him, for Baal it may be his suffocating affection.

The worst part may be the lack of escape... along with TOWW himself watching over you all in his chains.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

They both view you as some sort of plaything/companion. They want to keep you forever as they guard TOWW.

You are the best gift TOWW could've given them.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

They do indeed get jealous of each other. You can catch them hissing insults and fighting with one another over you. Such fights are typically stopped by TOWW, who threatens to take you from them.

They silently cope after that.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Aym is certainly more sadistic with his affection and obsession. Baal is more caring and smothering with his affection. The two balance each other out when they have their obsession. Which is why the two are a package deal, two brothers yet so different.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

There is no courting or issue with approaching. TOWW brought you as a gift. So really... you were theirs by the time you passed on to the afterlife.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. They don't have many else to interact with other than TOWW.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

There's no need to punish but Aym certainly likes the idea of nipping. Baal prevents him from such a thing though.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Pretty much all of them.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Both are patient but Baal is more patient than Aym.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, if TOWW took you they'd certainly misbehave more.

TOWW knows this.

So... safe to say you aren't leaving.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity is the most likely candidate, along with isolation.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Aym shows irritation but Baal encourages him to comfort you with him.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Skipping section.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There is no escape.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Aym might, Baal wouldn't.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not really worship yanderes to you but they would do anything to keep you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

There's no pining for them.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Accidentally.

[count-alucard-tepes]

Headcanons and a short fanfic for the 7th fang of Metsudo, Takayama Minoru😷

He, Agito, J and Omori always spend sundays together as it's their day off so they train together, go for lunch and then go to a bar. They drag Kanoh there no matter what.

He is a motorhead and wants to do a roadtrip with his new motorcycle soon.

He doesn't mind the scars on his mouth but he doesn't like to scare others so he uses the mask for others outside the bodyguards and the Katahara family

He's really shy around women and tends to blush which gets him teased by J all the time.

His hair is naturally wavy so when its cut too short, it looks a mess.

A day off...

Being a bodyguard meant always dressing your best and that meant having a lot of black suits and white shirts. Minoru was in need of some white shirts since he has a bad habit of spilling his coffee on his shirts or staining it with the blood of Metsudo's enemies.

He was heading off to the mall when he bumped into J at the bodyguards apartments on the Katahara property, "...where you heading off to?", he asked out curiosity as he noticed Minoru had his regular clothes on rather than his usual suit.

"...off to the mall to get some clothes, what about you? Annoying the other bodyguards as usual", Minoru asked playfully as he was on friendly terms with Captain J.

"Very funny, I need to get some stuff at the mall too...mind if I join you?", he asked as Minoru nodded, "...let's go".

He decided to take his motorcycle out for spin as he hadn't had the time to ride it in a while and of course J sat behind him and wrapped his arms around Minoru's waist.

"...oh man, this is usually reserved for the ladies but here I am holding you like this...I'm honoured", J teased.

Minoru blushed in response, "...just shut up and make sure you don't fall off".

When they arrived, they agreed to meet up for lunch in a hour or so before going their separate ways.

Minoru arrived at the shop for his tailor made shirts when he noticed the usual tailor wasn't there, instead it was another young individual that he had not met before, "Good morning, my father is out today so I'll be here to take your measurements...I'm Y/N", you said with a little smile as you placed the measuring tape around your neck.

"I see, that's no problem at all...I usually get them delivered to the Katahara mansion when they're ready", Minoru said gently as he stood in a spot to get measured.

"Ah so you are one of the bodyguards then, Misasa was here not too long ago...", Y/N said gently as you began taking his measurements, standing on a little ladder as he was way too tall.

"Guess you didn't need to ladder for him then...", he said with a little smile.

Y/N laughed in response, "...a rarity when it comes to the bodyguards...or so my father has told me".

Minoru couldn't help but let out a little laugh, "...dynamite comes in small packages...".

Y/N finished measuring him up before bringing a range of fabrics and different colors as Minoru took a seat on the couch and helped himself to a bottle of water.

"I am very aware that the standard uniform includes a white shirt but the fabric could be different too...and you could add some color for your personal wardrobe...I've been researching on what colors suit people best and I'd love to present this to you too", Y/N said with big, wide puppy eyes that made Minoru blush under his mask.

How could he say no to that?!

He was very much white shirt type of guy even in his regular clothes, he wasn't what he would call fashionable in anyway.

"...I'm not good with fashion...", he admitted, "...so go ahead and let's see what we come up with".

Y/N clapped their hands excitedly and began showing him fabrics and colors that would best suit him. Though it was all very exhausting, he quite liked all the pieces they came up with. He now understood why all the female bodyguards liked shopping, it felt good to spoil yourself but he would never tell anyone that...especially not J.

Once he was done at the store, he paid for him items, "Oh before you go...I'd like you to have this...its a gift for being my first customer!", Y/N said with a big smile as they handed him the box.

He looked at it curiously before opening it. Inside was a fancy pen with gold details. He liked it a lot.

"Thank you, I appreciate all your hard work", he said gently before bowing and leaving to go find J.

It didn't take him long to find him at the restaurant, waving at him, "...this is a nice place", he commented as he took a seat across from J.

"Yeah, I came here with some of the bodyguards, the food is real nice...so how'd it go?", he asked as Minoru looked at the menu.

"...pretty good, the tailor was out so his kid was running the shop...they were pretty detailed", he murmured.

"...ooooohhh, did they catch your eye, Takayama?", J asked teasingly as he looked over his sunglasses at him.

Minoru huffed in response, "...oh shut up! And we're indoors! Take off the sunglasses, you creep".

J laughed in response as he was glad Minoru enjoyed his time at the tailor's.

Minoru would use that pen all the time and keep it in his coat pocket from then. He even started wearing those colored shirts on his days off and got many compliments.

Perhaps he'll visit the store again and request Y/N to help him out.

[zerobaselove]

home isn't a place, it's a feeling, and i feel at home with you. | seok matthew

pairing: childhood bestfriend!matthew x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 4.4k

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i got a little carried away with this request, but i already had a plan for a childhood friends au with matthew so i morphed them !

you'll never forget the day you moved to the place you considered home; it was a sunny july day. and little 7 year old you was eager to make friends in this new town, and thankfully you didn't have to look very far. that was also the day you met the personification of home, seok matthew.

too young to be much help unpacking, your parents had sent you to play with the boy next door, and you got along like you had been friends since birth. the swing set in the backyard becoming your hangout spot for the next few years. competitions of who could swing higher was a weekly occurrence, even if matthew won every time.

"who wants popsicles?" matthew's mother called out, both of your ears perking up as you looked at each other, a competitive spirit erupting in your tiny bodies.

"i'll race you there," you suggested, getting an eager nod from matthew as you both stood up to get off the swing. "go!" you shouted, laughter erupting from your little chests as the boy exclaimed that you had a head start.

the two of you happily ate your popsicles, sticky fingers and all, sure you hadn't known each other very long at this point; less than a day even. but somehow, in some way, you already knew that this boy was going to be in your life for a long, long time.

the years flew by faster than you would've hoped; the two of you now pushing 13. the once beloved swing set in matthew's backyard had gotten too small for you, your new hangout spot being a hideaway you discovered behind your houses. it wasn't much, but you enjoyed the sense of rebellion that came along with being hidden away, even if you could still see your house through the clearing in the branches.

you didn't know it then, but these would be the years where it all started. your feelings for the boy next door.

everything about being 13 was confusing to you. everyone splitting off into cliques, boys not hanging out with girls, developing bodies, developing feelings. it was all so much information that you just couldn't wrap your head around. but thankfully you weren't doing it alone. you had matthew, like always.

sure, you had friends other than matthew, and he had friends other than you, but nothing and nobody could stop you two from being attached at the hip in one way or another. that's how it always was, and how it'd always be.

"hey y/n, do you wanna come to my birthday party this weekend?" one of your classmates had cheerfully asked, a card in hand with what you assumed were details for the party. you thought for a moment, asking your next question without hesitation.

"i'll have to ask but, can i bring matthew?" your smile had widened so much that your cheeks hurt, all at the mention of your best friend.

the girl laughed, kind eyes turning to crescents. "well he goes where you go, so of course!" she handed you two invitations, one for you and one for matthew.

everyone knew when they saw one of you, the other would be soon following; you were a package deal. going everywhere hand in hand, and you had grown quite fond of the way his hand felt in yours. but you were kids, what did you know, right?

soon enough you were walking across the stage of your 8th grade graduation together, and despite knowing it wasn't the case, you could've sworn you two were the only people in the room that day.

that summer was a strange one, both your nerves for starting a new school, and a new chapter of your lives, had you asking yourself what if? more often than you had liked.

"matthew?" you asked, twiddling with your thumbs as you had both laid across the grass in your backyard. high school had been looming over your mind for the entirety of summer break, and you needed to make sure the high school horror stories didn't happen to you and your best friend.

he hummed in response, turning his head to see you sitting up in the patch of grass, "what's up?"

"just, can we make a promise," you paused before seeing him nod, taking it as confirmation to continue. "i hear so many stories of high school tearing apart friendships, and i don't want that to happen to us. so promise me we won't let that happen, and that we will stay how we are." you rambled on, finally taking a deep breath as your worries had left your lungs.

a smile had spread across his face, "have you met us? nothing could tear us apart, especially not some silly brick building."

"matthew," you sighed, "promise me, please?" it wasn't often that you got serious with your best friend, but he knew when you were serious that it was something that truly worried you, and so he simply extended his hand to you, pinky out.

"pinky promise."

looking back, you were sure you two would've been fine without the naïve promise, but it made all the difference to you at the time. everything was so new and you just needed something safe, and that something was matthew.

freshman year was strange, all of your friends you had grown up with had started pairing off. you weren't sure what it was about the high school air that made people all start coupling off, but you couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

except for the fact that you had matthew.

"hey y/n," the two of you had been in his kitchen after school one day, eating popsicles. it was sort of your thing, just like when you were kids, minus the sticky fingers for the most part. "i have a proposition for you."

you couldn't help but shake your head, "that can't be good," you chuckled, "but sure, what is it?" you tilted your head, awaiting his next words with curiosity.

"if we are still both single at 30, we should get married."

"matthew," you laughed at the serious tone in his voice, "why would we do that." it was his turn to shake his head, as if you were missing out on some very obvious reasons.

"tax benefits, and you know, not dying alone." you suppose he had a good point, and if you were already single and 30, what else did you have to lose. plus you didn't exactly mind the idea of spending your lives together.

he looked expectantly at you as you pondered your options, "let's do it, it'll be our marriage pact." your smile widened as you went to throw out the popsicle stick that you had been chewing on for a couple minutes now.

when you turned around, matthew was standing there, hand outstretched for you to shake, "deal."

sophomore year was more troubling than you thought it would've been. having been asked out for the first time was, weird to you; having never considered the possibility. you didn't even really want to go, but it was a step in the right direction.

you liked to call this the denial phase. the time period where you told yourself you were over your silly childhood crush on your best friend, when you tried to make yourself like some boy in your english class to ignore the way your heart sped up around matthew. it was just a silly childhood crush, at least you thought.

he was always supportive, but especially when the boy in your english class asked you out. he was your number one hype man, helping you pick an outfit; even if you didn't go with what he picked.

"you look beautiful y/n." matthew smiled at you, only a few minutes before you were supposed to leave for this date. you were going on a date and all you could think about was your best friend calling you beautiful.

"thank you," you smiled shyly, attempting one last time to fix your hair in the mirror.

matthew handed you your shoes, helping you get out the door. "i'll be here when you get back and you can tell me all about how it went," he beamed, his smile wide and eyes in the shape of crescents, "have fun! but not too much fun." he wiggled his eyebrows at you, implying things you didn't even want to think about, hitting him on the arm before waving goodbye.

you assumed maybe this night had been a sign to you that you ignored. sure, deep down you know you didn't really like this boy, but you were sure you could've grown to. at least that's what you tried to convince yourself as you waited at the arcade entrance for him.

and you waited, and waited, and waited.

he had stood you up. he asked you out and he stood you up. you'd think that because you didn't even really want to go that it wouldn't hurt when he didn't show up. but it hurt. it hurt like hell. and there was only one person who could've fixed that.

you fished your phone out of your back pocket, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill. don't cry, not in public. you repeated to yourself as your phone rang.

"i didn't expect to hear from you so early, is it going okay?" his sweet voice ringing through the speakers was the final straw, a loud sob erupting from your chest as you tried to find somewhere more secluded in the mall to have your meltdown. "hey hey hey, what's wrong? what did he do?" matthew questioned, worry lacing his voice as he was already getting up to come get you.

"he didn't do anything," a sniffle interrupted your thought, "that's the problem. he didn't show up."

you felt silly crying to your best friend over the phone, but here you were, his voice pulling you from your own thoughts. "i'm almost there okay? are you still near the arcade?" you only hummed in response and that was enough for him.

he kept you on the phone the whole time, comforting you in the best way he could until he could come hold you and let you cry.

you had decided to meet him at the front door, seeing him walk up made everything okay, almost. "aren't you glad you live close to the mall," he called out, getting a light laugh out of you before he grabbed your hand, holding it the whole walk home.

this was the night you realized you loved him. not just as friends, as more than that. the moment he held your hand it had all flooded to you. you remember the feeling like it was yesterday; though that was partially due to the way it still happened every time he got near you now. but that wasn't the point.

the night he held you till you had no more tears left to cry, held you in his arms in your bed and let you ramble about everything going on in your head, well, almost everything. you didn't dare mention the way you wanted to stay with him like this forever.

at some point you had fallen asleep in his arms, at least that's what he's told you. you only remember waking up tucked into bed with your jeans still sticking to your body and matthew fast asleep on the other side of the bed. and even now you can't help but have that memory swirl around in your brain. he stayed.

a few months later you had found yourself sitting on your bed with matthew, faint music playing as you both just basked in the comfortable silence.

you loved that you could always do that with him. there were times where you just wanted to enjoy his presence, and you could do that without it being awkward. just knowing he was there was enough for you.

some people would call this moment the calm before the storm, before everything in your brain changed into a messy tornado of emotions.

"you know," matthew started, sitting up to face you, mirroring his actions as soon as you noticed the motion. "we both haven't had our first kiss yet, and we are getting older." your brain tried incessantly to figure out where he was going with this, every answer causing your heart to speed up faster than you would've liked. it seemed matthew could sense your curiosity eating you alive as he quickly spit his thought out.

"they say your first kiss should be with someone special to you, and you're special to me, so maybe we should try it. you know, just to see what it's like."

you were sure he could hear your heart beating out of your chest at the suggestion. sure, he had a point; you'd never have to worry about wasting your first kiss on some stupid guy you'd never talk to again. and sure, it'd be nice having it with someone you're comfortable around in case you mess up. but what he wasn't accounting for was that for you, that person doubled as your crush, and you weren't sure what to do with that. but it seems your mouth works faster than your brain.

"let's do it." you blurted out, against your own better judgement. desperate to try and sav your sanity a little, you let one more thought spill. a condition. "it's just to say we've done it though, right? we can just forget about it after and we won't bring it up again, yeah?" you asked, knowing damn well you were lying through your teeth.

if this did happen, you were sure the experience would live in your brain forever, there was no "just forgetting about it." but regardless, matthew nodded as he inched closer to you on the bed, his face coming closer before you shut your eyes, letting your lips connect.

it was clumsy, you couldn't lie. but in retrospect, it really could've been worse, and you wouldn't have had it any other way. the feeling of his lips on yours, noses bumping and all, was one that had stuck with you all these years later. you couldn't forget about it, and you often wondered if he did.

a couple years later he had asked you out to prom; as friends of course, but you couldn't stop your heart from beating out of your chest at the thought. it may not have been as partners but just knowing he was there with you and nobody else that night really made your heart to flips and the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

the days and weeks approaching prom were nerve-wracking to say the least. obviously you wanted to look good because it was prom, but you were going with matthew, you had to look your best.

he had done everything right that night, everything you were sure a boyfriend would've, not that you had anything to compare him to.

"may i have this dance," he smiled, outstretching his hand as a slow tune played from the speakers. you almost couldn't hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat mixing with the chatter from the other students, but you took his hand without a second thought.

"this is nice," you muttered, just loud enough for only the two of you to hear. "tonight has been amazing, thank you matthew."

his ever so contagious smile had appeared again, "there's nobody i'd have rather experienced it with." his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you in a bit closer, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder for a moment. "i'd do anything with you by my side."

maybe it was because the end of your teenage years had been quickly approaching, but matthew had become more and more sentimental, and it had done terrible things to your heart, terrible things that you never wanted to stop.

to no surprise to anyone around you, the two of you had even gotten accepted into the same college, which made the idea of graduating soon not seem so daunting. which was good, because the day had approached faster than you were expecting.

"we did it!" you cheered, standing with you and matthew's families after the ceremony.

he grabbed your hands, shaking them around a bit as you two freaked out, "we graduated!"

the small celebration was quickly interrupted by matthew's father calling you both over for group photos before getting some with just your own. with excitement and adrenaline high, you couldn't help but smile until your cheeks hurt.

you don't remember much else from that day other then going out to dinner with both your parents and the seok's. but it was amazing. and you and matthew had stayed true to your promise. you didn't let some silly brick building, as he called it, tear you apart like you had watched it do to countless other friendships.

you were in this for life.

and that's how you ended up where you were now, winter break of your freshman year of college. sure, the courses and workload was an adjustment to get used to, and the overall atmosphere was different than you had expected, but you and matthew had always made time for each other even with his new found popularity in college.

he had truly blossomed in college; you tried not to think about it too much, the way he had grown into himself, finding his style and learning how to do his hair. it was great for him you were sure, but horrible for you. when did he start looking like that?

to make matters worse, a lot of people in your new friend circles had assumed you were dating until you told them otherwise. what were you supposed to do with that information. as much as you wish that was true, it just wasn't the case. but that was okay, because you still had him in your life, and he was still your best friend.

your best friend who you held hands with, and went on cute platonic dates with. your best friend who knew you better than you knew yourself. your best friend that you had an unwavering crush on.

that was all. no big deal.

as if saved by the bell, your phone had started ringing before you could get too into your own head, reaching into your back pocket you saw the name flashed across the screen; maechu.

"hi, are you still coming over?" you asked, your smile audible through the phone.

"of course i am, i was just calling to tell you to unlock your door because apparently you can't hear when i knock." he laughed, seeing you approach the door through the window.

you opened the door with a sheepish grin on your face, muttering an apology before letting him in. you had been so caught up in your own head that you didn't even notice the box in his hand until you had made it upstairs to your room. "matthew, you didn't have to."

he shook his head and smiled, handing the gift to you. "i wanted to, and it's nothing fancy don't worry." you placed the gift down on your bed for a moment, walking over to your closet to grab a nicely wrapped gift from the shelf, handing it to the boy in return.

"i thought we agreed we weren't doing gifts this year." a chuckle left his mouth as he glanced between the gift in his hands and the gift on your bed.

a smile spread across your face, realizing once again just how similar you two were; but you supposed being attached at the hip for the majority of your life would do that. "we did, but here we are."

you quickly urged him to open his gift, watching the way his face lit up at the matching bracelets, the date you had moved in, and subsequently met, was engraved on the inside of the band. he couldn't help but tear up, pulling you into a tight hug. "i love it, thank you" he mumbled into your hair before pulling away, grabbing one out of the box, "help me put it on."

and so you did, securing the clasp around his wrist before he reached into the box and grabbed the other one, taking a hold of your hand to return the favor. you tried not to but your heart sped up at the action, even if it was just him doing something nice, which is what he was known for doing.

"okay now," he started, making sure the bracelet was secure on your wrist, "your turn to open your gift."

you hesitantly grabbed the box off of your bed, not having any clue what it could be. tearing through the messily strewn together paper and tape, you were met with a box, looking to matthew in curiosity only for him to urge you to continue.

when you took the lid off, the sides of the box collapsed, revealing pictures of you from when you were kids up until graduation on layers of colorful paper and stickers. in the middle of it all was another, smaller box. lifting the lid off you revealed a cute charm of your favorite character attached to a keychain of a spotify code.

"it's a playlist i made for you," he couldn't contain the smile on his face at your excitement over the gift. "plus it's on a keychain so even when we are busy, you'll always have something to remind you of me with you."

you couldn't help the tears pooling at your eyes, or the words threatening to spill. "god, i love you." you breathed out, your stomach doing flips at the confession.

"i love you too y/n." he smiled, a little taken aback by the confession as it wasn't something you two said lightly.

you sighed, "no matthew, i love you. more than i should as your best friend." it took him a moment to realize what you were implying but once he connected the dots, it hit him like a truck, pulling you in for a hug as he picked you up off the floor.

you let out a giggle at the sudden action, not even thinking about what it could mean until he set you down and you noticed the way his cheeks had flushed a deep crimson red.

"i'll say it again, i love you too y/n."

your eyes practically popped out of your head at the confession, questioning if you heard him right, or if this was all some crazy realistic dream but when you felt his arms wrap around your waist again, you knew this had to be real.

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this," you breathed out, trying not to cry from relief. all these years of pining after your best friend had actually been worth it. "it's been eating me alive."

pulling apart, matthew dragged you down to sit with you on the bed, moving the box over onto the floor where you weren't going to accidentally step on it. "i could say the same," he smiled, moving his hand to your knee where he rubbed circles with his thumb.

"i'm sure i've got you beat," you laughed, a little embarrassed by just how long you'd been feeling like this, causing him to quirk his brow at you, curious if you really did. "you're not getting it out of me, at least not till you tell me." you toyed, hoping he would agree.

"remember the night that guy stood you up in high school? that night is when it hit me like a truck, looking back i think i liked you longer than that but i realized it then."

in all honesty, that was way longer than you had expected, and it made you a little giddy to think that the last few years, he had been feeling the same way you had, and that maybe you weren't overthinking every time he held your hand or played with your hair to help you fall asleep.

"now you tell me." he tried to be as convincing as possible only to have you shake your head, insisting it was too embarrassing to tell him. "c'mon~ i told you, it's only fair." you simply let out a sigh, taking a deep breath to psych yourself up.

"i think it started when we were about 13," you pondered for a moment, but it really hit me around the same time it hit you, sophomore year."

"you're telling me you could've been mine since sophomore year?" he questioned in disbelief, feeling like he had missed so many opportunities up until this point due to being too afraid of rejection.

the blush that made it's way to your face at his realization could only be described as burning hot. you had no idea what to do with all the emotions bubbling in your chest, except for one thing. "i could be yours now." you suggested, looking down at your hands, being to shy to look him in the eye.

"i wouldn't have it any other way," he lifted your chin to look at him, "now pardon me if i'm overstepping, but i think we need a redo on that first kiss."

you nodded feverishly, causing him to chuckle before bringing your lips to his. this kiss was unlike your first one with him, your first in general. it wasn't clumsy, instead filled with a feeling of longing and desire; the kiss deepening as you let your lips part, only pulling apart when you needed air.

the feeling in your chest seeing his hair tousled, cheeks red and lips a little swollen was one you were sure you'd never get tired of, especially not when you were the reason.

"so," he paused, bringing his fingers up to feel his lips and memorize the feeling of his lips on yours, "is that marriage pact off?"

you smacked his arm, both letting out a chuckle at the memory of when you were 13 years old in his kitchen. "only if it means i'll be with you."

and that was it, you were here sitting at home, with the person who makes you feel at home anywhere; your best friend, and now boyfriend, seok matthew.

[theroyalsims]

"RUGGED GUS" SPOTTED IN TARTOSA. FUTURE CONSORT HAS SOLD HIS BUSINESS, AND IS REPORTEDLY "ADJUSTING WELL" TO MASSIVE LIFESTYLE SHIFT (WHICH INCLUDES A NEW ROYAL BODYGUARD).

If you all thought that Rugged Gus - with his casual jeans, shirts, and jackets - has officially been put to rest following the engagement announcement, well it looks like you're wrong.

Gus, a.k.a. the future husband of Crown Princess Anya, was spotted looking very much like his pre-engagement self, and reverting back to his old style. The royal fiancé was photographed leaving his sister's flat in Tartosa.

Reports claim that the man of the hour has officially moved to Brindleton earlier this month, and will most likely only fly back to Tartosa to visit his family and settle some "loose ends." One insider claims that things are starting to sink in, and he's come to realise what he has to give up to marry Anya:

"Everyone's talking about Anya, but really, Gus has had to give up quite a lot. He's had to shed his citizenships, relocate to a new country, and even be baptised into a new religion. And since he's decided to marry a future Queen, meaning he'll be Prince consort one day, that means he also had to give up his career and his business, which he built from the ground up. That's not an easy feat, to let go of a life, a lifestyle to which you've grown accustomed. But he's doing it all for Anya."

Gus established Aslan Builders, a construction company specialising in high-end builds and restorations. However, due to his new status as Anya's fiancé, he had to sell his shares and let go of the company altogether. This is because members of the Royal Family are not allowed to engage in private businesses. There were earlier murmurs that Gus would not be given any royal titles and would not receive Brindleton citizenship so he would be allowed to continue with his company, however, this was nipped in the bud by no other than The Queen herself. One palace source claims:

"Basically, Her Majesty thought that it might, one day, be possible for certain countesses, duchesses, or princesses, but since Anya is 'no lowly princess,' it would not be possible at all for her husband and future consort to be a foreign businessman without any royal titles. And everyone sort of agreed. It's unheard of. It's just not done."

Good news, for Gus, however, is that he gets to keep his many, many properties and investments. He even added another one: a luxury flat located three blocks away from Anya's home in the city.

Despite the sudden changes in his life, Gus is said to be taking it all in stride:

"Considering everything, he's doing great. He's adjusting well to his new life. He's thought this through and he knows what the endgame is - a life with Anya. So I suppose now, he's taking it all in, learning, coping, because really he knows that Anya is a package deal. You get her, The Royals, and the whole of Brindleton."

"If there's something he does struggle with, it's being given his own protection officer. But he gets that it's again part of the protocol. It's just amusing to see Gus, big, gigantic, and hulking Gus, being followed around by a bloke in a suit. But he respects that his security is just doing his job, and it's for everyone's safety."

"He also finds it a little irritating that his sisters and his mum, and some of his friends are now being hounded by the press. Things have gotten a little out of hand that he had to pay for his family's security. He even got his mum a chauffeur."

The coming months will very busy for the future royal. Word on the street is his "royal training" is underway, and we'll be seeing him join the royals on his first official engagement sometime soon.

We're rooting for you, Gus!

[happypeaceperson]

Love language

Mickey Altieri x male reader (NSFW)

Takes place in the same cinema as the opening of scream 2 but there's no ghostface, just you and Mickey. Long story short, Mickey gives you head in the bathroom stall.

(I threw this together so fast, so if there is any mistakes just know i am very tired and have only read over this once lol and yes, i am working on some of your requests rn hoping to have some out soon!! )

Enjoy!

You couldn't believe you let Mickey drag you out to the cinema. You didn't hate the cinema, you loved it actually. It's just the fact he's forcing you out to see "Stab". It was a movie that is based on real life killings. You knew that there were going to be people there going crazy over it,everyone goes crazy over true crime. You don't understand the appeal to it but if it makes Mickey happy then you would watch it with him. 

He bought your tickets before grabbing your arm to drag you in. "These are yours, complimentary of the film studio themselves" You both stopped in front of the lady. She stood there holding out two packages. You took one, thanking her. You looked at it see that it was a ghostface costume.

"Are they serious? Handing out costumes like this?" You kept looking at the packaging. "It's like they're asking for someone to be murdered." You rolled your eyes. 

"Oh come on, don't be a mood killer. Put that shit on." Mickey said, already opening his package. You two walked into the room where the movie premiere was being held. It was full of people in ghostface costumes. You felt uncomfortable, anyone in here could easily kill someome without being detected. You finished putting on the robe that Mickey forced you to, before sitting beside him. 

"Why did we sit at the very back?" You turned to him, his eyes already stuck on you. 

"Because, nobody usually sits or looks back here." He says, looking you up and down. You laugh at him. 

"You wish" You replied, picking up on what he meant. You notice that he is still looking at you. 

"Are you ok?" You asked, giving him a confused expression. 

"I think we should go to the bathroom then." He turned to you. 

"We?" You asked. "Why both of us?" You saw Mickey give you a grin. Oh. You realised what he meant. You leaned in towards him "In the fucking bathroom? Are you serious?" You whispered. 

"Yeah" He got up from his seat, dragging you out with him. This was going to be a new experience for you. He pulled you into the bathroom. Thankfully it was empty despite the many people who were in the cinema today. You were pushed into the end stall, Mickey turning to lock the door. You didn't have time to question anything before his lips met yours. 

The one thing you loved about Mickey was how aggressive he could get while kissing. He pushed you up against the wall of the cubical, rarely lifting his lips for a breath. His hands traversed your body, slipping them under the robe you still wore. He moved his mouth towards your neck, planting a kiss on the side. He then moved up to the side of your jaw, leaving another kiss. He moved back to your lips. He released from them and whispered to you. 

"You look so fucking hot in this" He tugged at your costume. You could barely respond to him. Your mind was going crazy. Although you two have been dating for 3 months now, it has all been in secret. Nobody knows about you two, everyone thinks you're just really close friends. Due to this you both rarely kiss each other, or even do anything sexual. You shared a dorm with a few of your college classmates so having sex in there wouldn't be a smart idea. Instead you two resorted to having to wait till either one of your houses were empty before trying. It was very rare, but whenever you two tried a sexual act it was pure heaven. You yearn for more of those moments every time you both finish. 

Mickey continues to tug at your costume. "Can I suck you off?" He asks, looking into your eyes. You looked into his, seeing the hunger he had for your body. You couldn't believe you were about to let him do this in a public bathroom. You nod. He undoes your costume before kneeling down. He fiddles with your waistband for a moment, undoing the belt you wore to keep your jeans up. He removed the belt and pulled your jeans down. His eyes met with your bulge. He slowly removed your underwear, pulling it down enough that it rested under your dick. 

Mickey ran his hand over your cock, causing you to moan in pleasure. You heard him whisper a shush, motioning towards the outside of the stall. Mickey placed his mouth over your tip, his breath over your dick being enough to cause you to roll your head back against the wall. He slowly placed his mouth over your pulsating dick, moving his head back and forth in slow motions. He placed one hand on the wall behind you for support as his other touched where his mouth didn't reach. You felt amazing. Each movement Mickey made on your dick made your mind spiral. Your hand landed on the back of his head, clutching his hair. Your arm moved with the motion of Mickey, moving back and forth. You felt his tongue wrapped around your cock, adding on to the immense pleasure you were feeling. 

Your other hand was placed over your mouth, not wanting to release any noises that may catch the attention of anyone who enters. Although you didn't have to worry about you making any noises. The sound of Mickey's gags as he took your length down his throat was enough for someone to be suspicious of what was going on in the stall. You closed your eyes, praying that someone wouldn't enter the bathroom but also in reaction to what you were feeling in the moment. Your breathing was picking up its pace, you felt a tingling sensation beging to form in your groin. 

You tapped at Mickey's head. "Mickey-" You let out in a small moan. "Mickey I'm gonna-" You couldn't finish your sentence before you felt yourself finishing in the boy's mouth.  You didn't hold back your moans, letting everyone of them out. You couldn't hold them back. You rarely feel this way due to the complicated relationship that the feeling was still so strange and overwhelming to you. You looked down at Mickey, watching as he pulled away,white strings following his release from your cock. He wiped at his mouth before swallowing what you had left in him. He stood up standing in front of you. He placed his hand over your cheek, looking at you panting in front of him. 

"You look even hotter like this. I missed this look on you" He said. You only responded with a weak laugh, still trying to catch your breath. "Next time you do me ok?" He said slapping at your chest before walking out of the stall. You collected your thoughts as you pulled your pants back up, putting on your belt and following Mickey's trail. 

You watched as Mickey began to walk back into the room. You decided you needed food after what just happened. You went up to the counter and ordered a large popcorn with two medium cokes. You entered where the movie was playing and sat back beside Mickey, handing him his drink. He looked around, seeing everyone was watching the movie and not you two. He leaned in, kissing you. "I love you" He said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn. 

"I love you too" You whispered, smiling at him before turning to watch the movie.