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reiderwriter · 1 year ago

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Hi!!! I really love your writing 🥺 Idk how this works so Idk if my request is alright so If it's ok for you to write it, I got this idea about Spencer turning into a player/manwhore after maeve died so he's not into y/n in the beginning but the others always joke about how she's totally in love with him and he doesn't believe until he starts to notice little things she does for him(like getting him coffee every morning, remembering everything he says) so he start to fall for her. Genre: smut with soft!Dom Spencer, dirty talk, degradation(please no daddy kink) (Sorry if it's to long, I read it's best for you if we give as much detail as possible so that's that) I'm going to identify myself with this emoji 🥺 when I read the fic or in my next requests, hope I gave you something to write with.

A/N: Thank you for the request and omg this plot has given me brain rot since you sent it in 💀 I accidentally made this a little angst-heavy for the first half but there's a very "happy ending" if you catch my drift. I hope you love it! ❤️

Summary: Spencer Reid's heart is broken. But in healing himself in the arms of countless woman, he doesn't realise he's breaking yours.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, angst, oral (F receiving), fingering, P in V penetration, dirty talk, degradation of you squint a little, soft!Dom Spencer is incredibly soft.

My masterlist with all my other works is here, and my requests are open!

It had taken four whole months before someone on the team had confronted Spencer about his grief, his lack of sleep, his overall dreariness, and they were almost shocked that it wasn’t you that did it. When Rossi had walked up to him, offering a story about his Uncle Sal in an attempt to get him to open up, or at least seek help, the others were on the other side of the glass, shooting looks over at you, quietly enquiring with their eyes about why it hadn’’t been you to offer him that out.

But you had, you’d been trying. You’d been following him around, taking him food every couple days to make sure he was eating, sticking around to make sure that he wasn’t lonely. You’d even cleaned up after him on the particularly hard days, where he didn’t want to move from his bed and couldn’t bring himself to go outside if there was no work, no one else to save. But you couldn’t offer him more, because he already had all of you.

You’d first realised that you were in love with Spencer Reid a few months after you’d joined the team. You’d been bought on as a fresh set of eyes on a case that had a lot more to do with you then the rest of the team had been led to believe.

Your high school boyfriend had been the victim of a notorious highway murderer, and you yourself had been kidnapped by the unsub, put in hell for the following three days and escaped with your life only because of an earlier BAU team, including agents Hotchner and Rossi. When bodies had started turning up on the same stretch of highway, you needed to be involved or you’d never prove to yourself that you could do what they did to save you. That you’d be able to put your feelings aside and catch monsters.

You’d found the man responsible of course, and in restraining yourself from putting a bullet in his brain, you’d found yourself a place on the team, and some peace for a time. And then Spencer happened.

You really should have known. You were always fond of the nerdy type, of men who had such deep interests that they forgot to pay attention to social queues, who had too many cute habits (like purposefully mismatching socks) that you couldn’t help but find endearing. You’d grown close quickly, with the man grateful that there was finally someone to listen to him ramble and not judge him, and you grateful that he also held himself back enough, listened closely and well to remember so many details about your conversations. You knew an eidetic memory helped, but it was the care in the small actions, like buying you the beanie baby you lost as a child but still mourned, that you’d mentioned in conversation a grand total of one time, that really solidly made you realise. You were in love with him and had dug yourself a hole that you weren’t going to be able to climb out of anytime soon.

You’d almost told him once. Convinced that if you just explained your feelings, he’d suddenly feel the same or realise that he felt the same way, too. You’d opened your mouth to let the words run freely, but he beat you to it.

“I’ve met someone, and she’s totally brilliant and I think I might love her, and that must be an insane thing to say considering I’ve never even seen her face.” You’d willed the broken pieces of your heart together as you forced a smile on your face, ready to listen to the man who owned your heart smile for another, live for another, breath for another.

When Maeve had ultimately passed away, you knew that you’d never be able to say those words to him. You weren’t going to be the replacement for a dead woman, and you weren’t going to push those feelings on him when he was grieving. But you loved him and he needed you, so you stayed.

On the nights where he was so angry with the world that his words were biting, on the days where he said almost nothing so trapped inside his brain, in the hours between dusk and dawn where there was no rest for him, wiping away the tears that fell silently and just being as near to him as he needed.

You had some experience in broken hearts, anyways. You might as well put it to good use.

–X–

It had taken five whole months since Maeve’s death for the team to realise that Spencer was changing. He was still the same person intrinsically, ready to spring into a conversation about absolutely anything and everything that interested him at the drop of a hat, still debating with Penelope about which of them was smarter, still being teased in that playful way by Morgan. But there was a confidence to him now that was almost dangerous in the fact that it was uncharted territory for him.

You’d noticed it first on one of your regular coffee runs. The two of your were so serious about your coffee tasting like anything but actual coffee that you’d bonded over the need for a sweet treat, and had been going for coffee before all of your office shifts almost since you’d started. You were glad to have him finally back by your side, making stupid jokes about how many philosophers it would take to change a lightbulb, and actually smiling and laughing with you that you almost didn’t notice anything amiss.

But when the barista who took his order carefully slipped him her number - something she’d been doing for the whole six months you’d been frequenting that cafe - for once, he hadn’t thrown it away. He’d taken a lingering look at the digits inked neatly into the napkin and quietly slipped it into his pocket. You were confused to say the least, but since that night of your almost confession, there had been a boundary between you two in that sense.

It was almost as if, if you didn’t ask questions about Spencer’s love life, it was like he wasn’t out there, being in love. With Maeve it had worked fine because he’d never met her, and honestly, until you’d started trying to save her he hadn’t brought her up a lot. But now, you were too afraid to break your own heart again to check up on him, deciding to let it go for your own well-being.

The others had noticed soon enough. Comments about a pep in his step, his flirtacious manner with some of the female witnesses. He’d gained a few claps on the back from Morgan after closed off conversations that you had decided you were thankful not to have heard.

Because if you never saw or heard what Reid was doing, and apparently doing with multiple women, multiple times a week, then it couldn’t hurt you anymore than you were already hurting now.

–X–

It took seven months from Maeve’s death to realise that you were only fooling yourself this entire time.

Despite his new-found release, the therapy he’d found in the beds of women whose names he never learnt, there was one thing that you could still rely on with Reid, and that was your Friday night Star Trek watch-along.

You’d mentioned once a few weeks into your job that you’d never seen it before, and he’d had this absolutely starry-eyed look on his face in bewilderment, that when he’d half-heartedly suggested you watch it together, you’d leapt at the chance. Since there was so much of it, here you were over a year later, still keeping to that Friday night ritual. You’d watched it together in motels in the middle of nowhere, you’d watched it together over the Christmas holidays, you’d watched it together in the days directly after Maeve’s death, and tonight was supposed to be no different.

You pulled up to his apartment and knocked on the door, and when you couldn’t immediately hear him shout to “come in” from his kitchen as he was preparing the popcorn, you knew that something was wrong. His door was always unlocked, and he laughed at your habit of knocking on the door, insisting that you could just walk in anytime you needed.

Now that you needed to, your hand seemed heavier than ever. You gripped the cold metal of the handle, knowing exactly what you would find on the other side of the door, but still wanting to live in the clear denial of it. You prayed it was something else keeping him distracted.

You let yourself in and were welcomed with the sight that shattered your heart for the final time. There were clothes scattered across the floor, male and female. Shoes discarded in the heat of the moment. You didn’t want your eyes to follow, but your feet weren’t listening as they walked you to the bedroom door, thrust wide open, and you saw him there finally.

“Shit, Y/N, what are you doing here?” he scrambled to pull his clothes back on, to cover whatever woman it was underneath him that day, to make sure you didn’t see anymore of the image that would be burned into the back of your brain for the rest of your life.

You couldn’t say anything. You knew that he had been doing this, doing it to cope, doing it to move on, doing it to feel a sense of intimacy after he didn’t get that with Maeve. But here was the irrefutable proof that he’d never even looked at you with an ounce of the feeling you had for him. You held up the bag of snacks you usually bought to your Trek marathons as a response, the tears filling up your eyes rendering you mute as you finally tore yourself out of the room.

“Oh god, it’s Friday. I didn’t realise…. I’m sorry, can we do a raincheck, Y/N?” He guided you further out of the room, placing a hand to the small of your back to help move you along. Something in you snapped then and you recoiled from his touch, whipping your head up to him and just staring at him with all the defiance you could muster. He had broken your heart, you weren’t going to let him dismiss you that quickly.

“Y/N, why are you crying? What’s wrong, what happened? Tell me and I’ll do everything I can to fix it.” He finished his words, and made to wipe the tears from your face, but you slapped his hands away from you before he could make contact.

“Don’t… just don’t touch me, Spencer.” Those were the only words you could offer in explanation before you turned on your heel and ran straight out of his apartment for the last time.

–X–

It took one month from you storming out of his apartment for Spencer to realise that he hadn’t dreamt of Maeve in the same amount of time. Where his dreams had been full of her asking him to dance, they were now full of you recoiling from his touch, refusing to speak to him outside of your professional work, withdrawing into yourself and crying. The worst ones were the ones where you were crying because he tried desperately to hold you, to wipe the kisses away, but everytime he tried you moved further and further from his reach.

It had been a month of you ignoring him, and he still didn’t know what went wrong. Yes, you’d caught him in bed with a girl, but you knew he was doing that. You’d known from the start, and he’d known that you’d known, so surely it wasn't just that.

Morgan wasn’t helping him on that front either. He’d explained the awkward run-in in his apartment, desperate for some answers and received some pretty curt replies.

“Pretty boy, if you don’t realise what you did wrong, then there’s nothing I’m going to do to help you. You’re on your own until then.” He’d refused to talk about it anymore.

He’d thought a few times about talking to the girls on the team, but you’d been partnered with JJ for the last month on cases to avoid him, and there was a bond there between the two of you that he didn’t want to overstep.

It was in this confusion that Rossi found him again, taking pity on the boy wandering around like a lost puppy in the absence of your friendship.

“Kid, what is up with you again recently?”

“Y/N has been avoiding me, and I don’t know why. Derek said it was my fault because she… well she walked in on something that I’d rather she hadn’t, you know, and I don’t know why she still won’t talk to me because it’s been a month.” He rambled out, thankful that someone was finally hearing him out.

“If I’m understanding your insinuation here, I think I know what the problem is.” Rossi sat back, choosing his words carefully, so as not to startle the younger man. But he was so worked up all over you, missing your voice, your touch, your company, and just wanting you back in whatever way he could get you that he jumped at the very suggestion of answers.

“Then please, tell me, I’m begging you. I’ve been tearing my hair out trying to figure out what it is and I just miss her so much that it hurts.”

“Spencer, you know I usually don’t get involved in the personal lives of my coworkers, but just listen to me now, nice and calmly - and dont try to interrupt me or say a word. I know what I’m talking about, okay?” He gave a quick nod of his head, waiting with baited breath for Rossi to continue.

“The girl is in love with you. Head over heels, in fact, and has been for quite some time. And she was holding it together real nice until you decided to become this casanova and now she is heartbroken,” Spencer looked like he was about to interrupt, to spew out that that couldn’t possibly be the case, but Rossi silenced him with a look. “If you don’t believe me, you use that memory of yours and you do what you do best. Think about it.”

–X–

For the next three months, that was all Spencer did. He thought about every interaction you’d ever had. The blush on your cheeks when he’d introduced himself for the first time (and refused to shake your hand). The countless nights spent curled up on opposite sides of his couch, laughing and crying together at silly sci-fi shows. The way you’d thrown yourself into his arms after a particularly gruelling case, buried your head in his chest instead of anyone else's. The day you’d finally confessed your past to him, how he’d felt your heart beating as he held a finger to your pulse, hand gently holding yours waiting for you to finish describing the time you’d stared death in the face.

You’d noticed the change, but you wouldn’t let yourself acknowledge it fully. Noticed how he’d shoot you lingering glances from across the room, how he’d look like he had something to say when you announced you were leaving for the night. How he’d ask everyone together what their friday night plans were just to hear you admit that you were going home alone in the company of the rest of the team.

You’d noticed, and god had it given you a spark of hope that you wished would die quickly. You’d noticed, and so you weren’t as surprised when he turned up on your doorstep four months after you’d last talked to him, on another friday evening.

“What are you doing here?” you greeted him, the words coming out colder than you wanted them to seem, inwardly cursing yourself for letting your emotions get the better of you.

“Don’t make me leave, please, I just have something to ask and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Spencer, it’s been a long day, and I just want to go to bed so-”

“Do you still love me?” His words cut you off and your heart all but stopped. Your tongue grew heavy, and the inside of your mouth tasted acidic, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to fully stomach whatever conversation was coming.

“Excuse me?” you spluttered out eventually.

“Three months ago, Rossi said that you were in love with me, and I need to know that if that was the case, are you still in love with me now?” You expected some cold curious look to be gracing his face, but you looked up to see his eyes perfectly trained on your own, his mouth set in a line, a look of stony determination set on his face.

“If I say yes, what difference does that make?” you tried not to spit out the words, but you had no control over the venom in your heart.

“If you say yes, then I am going to kiss you, and then I am going to spend every last day I have on the planet making up for being an idiot for the last two years.” Your breath caught in your throat, and, not for the first time in front of Spencer Reid, you were stunned into silence.

“So, what is your answer?” He looked down at you again, and you started to see the cracks in his stony facade, started to see through to the man who desperately wanted you to say yes, to scream it at him.

The word hadn’t even fully formed on your tongue before he was crashing down into you, his mouth pleading for forgiveness and wrapping you up in him. He grabbed you and pulled you back into your apartment, whispering into each of your kisses.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” The two of you stumbled into the space, but he never moved his hands from the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently as his lips brushed against yours again and again.

Your legs gave way beneath you by the time you’d reached the open space of your living room, but instead of catching you, he fell to his knees with you, content for the two of you to just sit there together in each other's embrace.

“You’ve loved me this entire time, and I was too stupid to realise that you’re everything I need.” He kissed your mouth, your jaw, your neck, moving his hands from your face to your waist, pulling you in deep again as you desperately pulled away in search of breath. That only toppled you further to the ground, and he came down on top of you again as well, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head so you didn’t hurt yourself.

And you kissed him back just as fervently when your breath returned, listening to every apology and forgiving him with every touch. His kisses said “I’m sorry,” and yours said “I know,” and that was all the communication you needed for now.

He pulled your shirt over your head eventually, and your skin met the cold tile of the floor, a shiver running up your spine causing you to buck your hips up into his. He hissed at the contact and pushed his bodyweight down further into yours, his legs slotting perfectly between your splayed ones now.

“It took me too long to realise, and it has taken me too long to act on the knowledge, but I am not going to let you go again, do you understand?” he pushed his lips into yours again before you could respond, and you clawed into his shoulders as he started grinding down into your body. His hand trailed up your waist to your breasts, pulling them free from the constraints of your bra, as he let his tongue slide down from your neck to your chest.

“I need to hear you say it baby, need you to say you understand, can you do that for me?” Your body burned under his attention, back arching desperately for more contact as his tongue swirled your nipple into his mouth, gasping breaths loud enough to fill the empty air of your apartment. His stiff cock was firmly pressing against your core now, barely clothed in the pajamas you’d pulled on before his arrival.

“Spencer, yes, I need you, I need you right now, please,” grabbed at either side of his face and pulled him back up so he was face to face with you. You initiated the kiss this time, and you could feel your heart soar at the tender kiss he met you with, thankful for the reciprocation.

“Not yet, baby, not yet, okay?” he whispered in your ear, trailing his hands down to your centre and slipping his hand under your clothes. “So fucking wet for me, baby. Just for me, right, baby?” His fingers found your clit, and he started rolling it between his fingers. He worked slowly enough to drive you insane, but giving you just enough relief that you couldn’t complain.

“Yes, Spencer, yes, yes it’s all for you. Only for you,” you managed to gasp out. He shifted his hand after a few minutes, still pressing love bites down your chest, claiming you as his in the most animalistic way possible. He spread the wetness that pooled at your core around, making sure that his fingers were coated in you before pushing a single digit into your aching hole, thumb continuing to draw circles around your bundle of nerves.

“That’s my little slut, so desperate for me, so needy for me.” His words shot through you, and you started thrusting your hips up desperate for more friction with his hand. He roughly pushed you back down, pinning you under him with his free hand.

“No, baby, I’m in charge here. You sit back and relax and let me make you feel good,okay?” His words soothed you, the growing heat in the pit of your stomach fizzing in anticipation. His kisses dropped lower and lower, until he was finally pulling off your remaining clothing and replacing his thumb with his lips.

“Fuck Spencer, if you keep doing that, I’m going to-” another sharp intake as he pumped a second finger in and out of you.

“Going to what, baby? Use your words?”

“I’m going to cum, Spencer please, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.,,” you rode out your high with his face stuffed between your legs still, swallowing your loud moans for fear of the entire neighbourhood knowing just how obsessed you were with this man.

“You did so good for me, baby, so good. I love you so much, okay? I’m going to take care of you from now on, okay?” He began pressing kisses to your mouth again, and you could taste yourself against him now.

“I need you so badly, baby, are you going to let me have you?” He started pulling off his own clothing now, removing his shirt and tie, but never once leaving your embrace for too long.

“I love you so much, baby. I’m sorry for not realising before, but I realise now. I was so terrible to you after Maeve, and god, even before she died I was using you as a therapist to talk through my thoughts and fears, but I was too dense to even realise that I was only in love with Maeve because she was safe. I couldn’t meet her, couldn’t touch her, didn’t have the chance to ruin anything I had with her. I couldn't realise that she wasn’t you, that she wasn’t going to feel like you do in my arms. And maybe some part of me loved her, but we were using each other, and I was using her to avoid confronting how I felt about you.”

“And how I feel for you is different. I am obsessed with you, Y/N. I am so madly in love with you that the last four months have felt like hell. I could have emptied myself of all the blood in my body and still my heart would be beating for you. Do you understand?”

You answered in a chaste kiss on his lips, sweet and quick, but as much as you could muster without driving yourself to the brink of insanity getting yourself high on his touch.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want now, okay?” He’d unbuttoned his pants shortly after that and you stared transfixed at the head of his cock poking up and out of them, desperate to see it, touch it, taste it.

“I need you inside of me, Spence, please,” you cried out, tears welling in your eyes at the tender contact, the confession. All the emotions you’d been burying for the last four months bubbling to the surface, dancing around your head as he made you dizzy with desire.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” with the last of his clothing removed he was finally free, taking his heavy,aching cock in his hand and lining himself up with you. With a single thrust, and another confession of love, he gave you what you wanted so much.

“You wanted me like this, baby? So desperate to have my cock inside you?” he plagued you with questions as you adjusted to his size, watching your face for any discomfort as you mumbled out yes after yes.

“Me too, baby. I wanted you just like this, wanted you so desperate and dripping for me that I could slide right in, wanted you like this for me and only me.” He began thrusting then, slowly pumping his cock into you, heavy with each return, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the ensemble of your moans.

“I love you,” he said again, and with each thrust of his hips, and you responded in kind, matching his thrusts with your own and pressing a kiss into the skin of his shoulders. You were so desperate and needy, so starved of touch and starved of one another that neither of you lasted long. Your bodies were so in sync that as soon as he’d pushed you over the edge for a second time, you could feel him spill himself inside you, filling you completely.

He rolled off you, but didn’t leave you there, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He cleaned you up as much as possible, then folded you back into his arms, holding you again so tenderly that you let the tears flow down your cheeks for a final time.

It was Friday night, and he was here, and he loved you. You weren’t going to let him go again.

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gremlin-girly · 2 months ago

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Flufftober Day 6

@flufftober

Prompt: Mistaken Identity

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn!Reader

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF, coffee shop meetcute, kissing/brief PDA, reader is VERY worried their "celebrity" crush was cheating for second there, don't worry it's just Natasha undercover (like the escalator scene in CA:TWS) :)

Summary: You bump into, who you believe to be, one of your celebrity crushes at a local coffee shop. But she's acting a little strange, especially when she kisses you in the middle of the store.

Word count: 850 words

I hope you enjoy! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 💜

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A/N: Hello, hello! First week already finished! Where has the time gone? I just wanted to say thank you for all the love on my fics this week ! I honestly wasn’t expecting hitting two milestones this week AT ALL (250 likes and 50 reblogs!!) and honestly, it’s made me the happiest knowing I’m making something that people can enjoy 💜 And also a big hello and thank you to all of my new followers; I hope you enjoy what’s to come! Sorry this was so short! Really thought i hit the 1k mark 💀 maybe we will see a part 2 of the meet cute who knows- Love, Grem x

Everyday is a good day for coffee.

And today was an especially good day because in front of you in line was none other than your celebrity crush.

She was incognito, of course, but in a hoodie so ugly it made your eyes hurt. Still, it didn’t take away from her beauty, even if half of her face was hidden by gigantic black sunglasses.

She had her hands in her pockets, her pink lips pursed as she read the menu board. You know you’re staring. You can’t help it. You’re awestruck, starstruck- just about every kind of struck you could be. Should you ask for a picture? Wait, not in line for coffee. That’s weird. And then you’d have to awkwardly stand behind her. Although, that’s marginally better than following her out of the shop like some sort of stalker.

You shift forward with the line, the scent of freshly ground coffee growing ever closer. You wet your lips and try to pluck up the courage to ask her for a photograph but she half turns towards you before you can get the words out. She raised an eyebrow behind the glasses and you find yourself tongue tied.

Suddenly, she beams at you. “Oh, you!” she guffaws and you look around you, checking she is talking to you. "Have you decided what you’re gonna get?”

The baffled look you give her doesn’t deter, she steps closer and removes her glasses. Brilliant green eyes shine back at you and you smile nervously. What the hell is going on? Celebrity crush or not, this was weird.

A slightly smug thought appears, wondering if you must look like a famous friend as you respond, “Uh, yeah. Just a caramel cappuccino.”

She looks pleased that you’re playing along but her voice drops to a serious whisper that only you can hear. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“I – what?”

You don’t have time to process everything she’s said a second time because her lips press against yours. It’s a soft kiss but there’s something about it that seems calculated almost. Your mind draws a blank. Awestruck, starstruck – all of the strucks- don’t even come close to what you’re feeling.

She pulls back, eyes glancing off to the side briefly before looking back at you. You blink, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. Her lips twitch upwards and she raises a perfectly plucked brow at you teasingly.

“You okay there, champ?” She says with a playful lilt.

“I- you-“ You blink at her again, flabbergasted. You can only utter the first thing that comes to mind. “But you’re married.”

Her eyebrows furrow and she looks confused. “I am?”

"The dude from SNL – you’re married – with two kids!” You hiss quietly at her, brain not quite catching up to you yet. “I mean, thank you for the kiss – um Miss Johansen.”

“Miss Johansen” bursts into laughter. “You think I’m Scarlett Johansen?”

“I-...are you not?” You ask quietly. A wave of embarassment rolls over you and a pit forms in your stomach. Your eyes scan her face and you notice that differences you hadn’t paid attention to; the light scarring along her jaw, the striking emerald green of her irises. Come to think of it... when did you last see Scarlett Johansen with carmine coloured hair?

“No.” She grins at you, and you feel your cheeks changing colour to match her hair.

“Ohmygod.” You babble. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. That’s a compliment.” She smirks over at you, her eyes have a teasing glimmer to them. “I’m Natasha.”

“Natasha.” You repeat dumbly, before giving her an awkward smile. “Well it was nice to – Uh...” You trail, face flushing when you remember her kiss.

Natasha seems to finish the thought for you. “Kiss you?”

“Yeah.” You give her another flustered smile.

You pause for a moment before continuing as cutely as you can muster. “It was a good kiss.”

Her eyes rake over you, a clear and obvious once over. When she meets your eyes again, she’s smirking. “Hm. Well, I’m working right now but... let me buy you a drink sometime.”

It’s not a question. She pulls out her phone tapping wildly. Then your phone dings – ypu look down to see a text from an unknown number that reads; It’s ScarJo :)

Your bafflement only continues. What the hell does she do for work?

“I... Yeah. Sure.” You nod, looking over at her pleasant smirk etched on her face. She seems to know that she’s amazing, awesome and flabbergast-worthy.

Natasha presses a finger to her ear and glances away to answer, “in pursuit” to someone that isn't you. When her eyes flicker back to you, she smiles and shrugs. “Work. Gotta go. Call me!”

She’s strided out the door before you respond, watching her leave with wide eyes. The cashier, and patrons, don’t seem to notice the strangest thing that has ever happened to the history of anyone ever, and call you forward to take your order. Just who the hell was this Natasha and why were you already planning your date?

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faeriekit · 1 month ago

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hi! hope you're having an okay day. I was wondering if you had any fic recs, specifically with Matches Malone and/or identity shenanigans? I also really enjoy those fics :D hope you have a good day!

Identity shenanigans or Matches Malone?? Uhhhhhhhhhhh (*immediate panic*).

So the thing is, it really really really depends on what you, stranger, are comfortable with, and what you enjoy?? There are a lot of fics I like, or at least have tried out myself, but there are also a half-dozen that are super content sensitive, especially when it comes to, like, gang stuff and Gotham's underbelly...? I'm going to put a couple things here, but. Uh. I will also recommend just opening the Matches Malone tag on ao3 and applying your own filters, since I don't know any of your hard lines! There's only like 173 fics in total. Sorting through them is super easy. Have fun and be yourself.

On the other hand, I've got some stuff here:

Matches Malone identity nonsense:

⭐Good girls don't, but I do: Superbat, several undercover identities, gender fuckery (of what nature is up to reader interpretation), Journalist Clark Kent, and first time meetings! Unfinished so far, but super fun with a lot of potential! I am very excited about this one!!

⭐Have I told you about Minnie? Steph and Bruce bonding! Turns out, if you're pretending to be someone else, it's super easy to say nice things about your kids when they're not listening, lol...or are they? 👀

Matches Malone Has Too Many Kids: Man, weird how Matches Malone has as many kids as Brucie Wayne, huh....and boy will he tell you all about what his crime family has been up to! Features Bruce & Family bonding via undercover identities; what could go wrong?

⭐homewrecker: Omegaverse; Red Hood accidentally tells Two Face that Matches Malone (Bruce, undercover,) is his mom. ...Whoops. Now all of Gotham has an opinion on Matches' (Bruce) and Batman's (also Bruce) custody battle over their crime lord son, and new step-mom Bruce Wayne (also also Bruce) is asked to weigh in lmao. Top tier comedy. So dumb. Cannot recommend enough. Every single Bat kid takes the piss. Gotham's undergound is in a tizzy. Bruce is so, so tired.

⭐Under(under)cover: DC x White Collar. Tim, undercover as an ex-con in the government's favorite form of law enforcement, suddenly has to get the detectives around him off his back before his identity is exposed...so obviously pulling out a few Malone family members is a good enough distraction, right? 💀 Pretending you've recently escaped a crime family is totally not an extra burden to your already half-busted cover identity, Tim! There are no possible consequences for this!

Don't Mess with Ma's Boy: Ma's Boy, Metropolis's enforcer for Mafia head Ma Kent, catches a Bat in his back yard. Obviously, the solution is to show him around town and share street food, of course. (SuperBat, with Super Shenanigans lmao)

Other Malone nonsense (Batfam Identities Two, Electric Boogaloo):

Playing with Matches: Batfam-centric secondary identities schtick. You're a Malone! You're a Malone! Red Hood's a Malone?? Everyone's a Malone!! Outside POV from Red Hood's gang and more!

⭐Robbie Malone saves the day & spills secrets: a DC x White Collar undercover op extravaganza, featuring Jason and Dick as our MCs. (TW: does feature fears of sexual assault, nothing onscreen.)

The one who got away: another DC x White Collar fic. Turns out, uh, if you don't tell your new kid that you're the famous Gotham Bats or why one of Gotham's most famous untouchable mob families is coming around to visit all the time, they're going to come to their own conclusions! Those conclusions may not be flattering! They might be scared enough to cut and run, actually! You may have to apologize for making this extremely stressful on them!! ...If they let you back in at all!

Features smut (mostly SuperBat)(There are other ships in the tag they're just not my thing; go explore the tag yourself for other options):

⭐I want to sell what you're buying: Clark Kent, journalist, meets Matches Malone, informant, for a...wilder time than he was expecting to agree to on his trip into Gotham. (TW Fic eventually makes it more obvious that Clark knows who/what he's agreeing to, but it does read on the edge of identity dubcon for a hot minute if you're sensitive to that)

Matches and the Doll: I do love the dynamic of a ne'er do well and his extremely obedient Super as choice of undercover roles, but this is, at the end of the day, all leading up to wild exhibitionist smut FYI

Pretty Reporters Are Always In Need of Saving (title is largely self explanatory) is followed up with by a SuperBat week 2024 fill Good Boys Play with Matches. It's uh. You know. Alley sex and roleplay. Read the warnings.

Recs from the discord (Home of the Apiary Genders!)

(Un)Conventional Date Night: Dp x DC. Matches Malone and two out-of-town scientists tear up the town on their night off!

Your Boy That Was, the Son That Is... More Matches Malone & Red Hood identity angst. What happens when the son recognizes his father, but the man himself cannot?

Art:

Bruce as Matches Malone and Clark Illustration, as presented on ao3!

I think that's all I have time for today...? There are other identity shenanigan fics I love that aren't on here, but this list took me like an hour and a half and there is other writing I'm supposed to get done today...lol. I'm only 181 pages into this unreleased fic! I better get moving! 😜

Thanks for asking!🧡

#thanks for asking!#dc #fic rec #I guess. This is more a haphazard guess at RA than it is actual fic recs ngl #matches malone #batfam #SuperBat #listen. I am a sucker for fake danger and undercover bullshit. But I knew that already #I am also a sucker for well done espionage and lying! I LOVE lying. Why do characters ever tell the truth??#everyone should go undercover. You. Me. pretend to be someone else at the mall next week. Dress different. Change your name. Smile differen #dp x dc #dc x white collar

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genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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To his utter surprise, Minho decided to attend Felix’s dorm party that weekend. The final decision shocked the rest of his friends too, who had grown accustomed to his home-body spirit. Because usually, every time they asked — more like begged — him to go to parties with the three of them, he always backed out of everything. His favorite excuses were being too exhausted from dance practice or not feeling good from studying so much.

“I actually cannot believe you’re going to this shit,” Chris said with a laugh that night. He was sprawled across Minho’s bed, one earbud in his ear as his head bobbed up and down to a beat he was mixing on his laptop. Meanwhile, Minho was scurrying across his room, slipping on a pair of socks and making sure he looked somewhat put together. But he didn’t want to seem too desperate to fit in either, since he knew that most of the people at the party would be young freshmen and sophomores.

He had decided — with a little bit of Chris’ help — on a pair of black sweats, and an oversized graphic tee from one of his favorite Korean bands. It was nothing out of the ordinary for him to wear, but just ‘normal’ enough for him to fit in with the crowd that night.

“Honestly, I’m kinda shocked that you’re not going too,” Minho said as he hurried to slip on his Converse.

With that, Chris looked up from his flashing computer screen with a deep frown plastered across his face. “Do you really think I want to go to a party and watch as my little brother sticks his tongue down at least ten people's throats?”

Minho stopped fumbling with his shoelaces and looked up at Chris with a raised eyebrow. “He’s not actually gonna do that tonight, Chris.”

“You obviously don’t know my brother these days… the one that’s mature— at least in his eyes, anyway,” Chris started, tapping away at his computer keyboard again and cursing under his breath for a split second. “That little boy that you grew up with is completely gone, Min.”

For a few beats, there was utter silence in Minho’s bedroom after Chris’ statement. Then, Minho fit his wallet into his pants pocket and unhooked his phone from his charging port.

“Is that why you… don’t really spend a lot of time with him ever since he got to campus?”

Chris threw a long roll of his eyes towards Minho, “That, and the fact that I’m a little too old and tired to be fucking around with a bunch of young kids these days.”

“Felix isn’t a young kid, Chris. He’s a grown adult.”

Sighing heavily, Chris hoisted himself up and off of Minho’s bed, patting his shoulder in a rough way as he passed Minho on the way out of the bedroom. “We’ll see if you change your opinion on that after tonight.”

And the entire time Minho made the short trek over to the freshman’s side of campus, he couldn’t get Chris’ words out of his head. They were stuck in the depths of his brain, playing over and over again. Because there was no way that Felix would be so badly changed from the last time he had spent a night with him during their childhood.

Sure, Minho had noticed a slight change when they had met in the campus gardens the day before, but it wasn’t… that bad. Not like anything Chris was describing.

Even still, Minho could feel his entire body tense up as he got closer to the freshman dormitory. He could hear his heartbeat in the corners of his ears as he knocked on Felix’s door. He could sense his palms growing cold and clammy as the loud base of music thrummed underneath his feet.

Almost as quickly as he had knocked, someone opened the door. He had never seen the guy before, but he had purple-dyed hair and a dazzling white smile. Reaching out to Minho’s hand, the beautiful stranger yanked him in excitedly.

“Holy shit- you must be the famous Minho! I’ve heard so much about you!” The guy shouted over the music, closing the door behind Minho and leading the two of them into the nearby kitchen. “I’m Jisung, by the way.”

Without even having time to process the chaos that was the person in front of him, Minho’s hand was grabbed by Jisung and shaken thoroughly. “Uhm- nice to meet you, Jisung…” His voice trailed off as his mind carded through the slightly slurred words that had just fallen from the purple-haired man’s lips. “What do you mean by hearing so mu—”

“Hey, Jisung! Stop being such a fucking weirdo and let the man breathe!” Someone off to their right shouted in an exasperated tone.

Minho turned and noticed a dark-haired figure bent over in the shadows of the kitchen. They raised their head from the counter, rubbing their nose and sneezing violently. Slowly, Minho’s eyes registered the small bit of white substance that was left behind and laid out on the kitchen counter in a neat line. The dude was fucking snorting cocaine. Just then, Minho’s focus turned to the rest of the kitchen’s counters, which were lined with a plethora of drinks, drugs, and other shit he didn’t even have names for. A random couple was making out in the background, the girl’s ass pressing down atop the counter as the man between her legs bit violet marks into the side of her neck.

Turning his eyes away from the couple, he watched as the cocaine-snorter sidled up to their sides. Slinging a lazy arm around Jisung’s neck, he pulled him in for a tight hug. “You must be Minho, huh?” He asked in a long drawl, the kind you only got with copious amounts of drugs and liquor flowing through your system.

“Y-Yeah… Felix invited me to this last minute, but I’m starting to think maybe coming was a bad idea…” Minho said in a quiet voice that was barely decipherable over the ear-piercing rap blasting throughout the entire dorm. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable under the two strangers' gazes, he fit his hands in his pockets, eyes darting around the kitchen for the closest exit.

“You’re a lot cuter in person than what I always imagined,” The guy holding onto Jisung said, stumbling over a bit and making Jisung laugh heartily. The guy had soft cheekbones but razor-sharp eyes. The kind that Minho felt were piercing into him and studying his very being with each second that passed. His jet-black hair was messy atop his head and slightly curled at the ends. “I’m Seungmin, by the way. But most of these fucks around here call me Doggy.”

Placing a hand on Seungmin’s chest lovingly, Jisung flashed Minho a sly kind of smile. “He can get you anything you want— just say the word, pay up, and he’ll have it in your hands by the end of the week…” Jisung’s words drifted off into the chaos around them as he studied Minho.

Minho felt like both of the young men in front of him were sidling him up — wondering, and guessing, why someone as plain and boring as him was connected to Lee Felix in some way. Minho could feel his palms growing sweatier by the second as he gripped the suffocating fabric of his pant pockets.

“So— what’s your weakness?” Seungmin slurred on, eyes growing dark as his gaze traced Minho’s form up and down in the kitchen’s dim lighting. “Fet? Coke? Meth—”

Already starting to feel sick to his stomach by the topic of conversation, Minho held his hands up in a silent plea for him to stop. “Uhm— not really into that kinda shit.”

“What a shame… you’d be a pretty addict, for sure.” Jisung said in a flirtatious tone, biting the corner of his lip as he studied Minho.

Slowly, Minho could feel himself caving inward. His shoulders dropping, and heartbeat turning into a low thrum, all he wanted to do was get out of the situation he was stuck in. “How do you guys know Felix? Are you both freshman too?”

Jisung burst out laughing at that, reaching towards the nearby kitchen counter and pouring himself a solo cup full of vodka. “You're kidding me, right? We’ve been Felix’s homies since our high school days.”

“And yes, if you must know— we’re freshman’s,” Seungmin said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the solo cup from Jisung’s hand and took a long swig of it. Much to Jisung’s displeasure. “Why? What’s it to ya?”

Minho shrugged nonchalantly, trying to act like the entire atmosphere around them wasn’t making him extremely uncomfortable. “I was just making friendly conversation,” and before he could let either of the guys in front of him say anything more, he decided to remove himself from the situation entirely. “Actually, I think I’m gonna go try and find Felix…”

As he was walking away from the kitchen, he could hear the boys snickering behind him, with Jisung shouting in slurred words, “Good luck finding him if he’s getting his dick sucked in the bathroom!” Minho could hear the two guys laughing manically in the kitchen as he made his way into the rest of the dorm.

Immediately upon entering the living room, he remembered just how small the freshman’s living spaces were. The entire place was jammed packed full of bodies writhing and shaking. A space in the middle of the room had been cleared for a makeshift dance floor, so couples were grinding up on each other and making out to the sultry r&b coursing throughout the entire place. Bodies filled up every seat and sofa in the vicinity.

The entire room was dark with the curtains closed. That added to the smoky atmosphere, as people smoked cigs, vapes, and joints everywhere that Minho looked. It was hard to see through the haziness of everything, but eventually, he spotted Felix.

Felix was…

Sitting on one of the couches,

Busy making out with another guy.

And just then, Minho couldn’t even understand the exact feelings he had upon such a discovery. It was a mix of surprise, queasiness, but also… something else too, which he dared not name.

He shoved everything down into a firm ball in the pit of his stomach, shuffling towards a nearby table and popping himself a cold bottle of soju. Taking a long swig from the chilled rim, he gradually shuffled his way through the dance floor over to where Felix was.

The younger man seemed to exude a certain kind of presence… captivating at least half of the room with his aura. Felix's energy was dark and smoky and… something so mysterious and foreign to Minho, he had no idea how to navigate all of it.

“Felix— hi,” Minho yelled over the loud music, waving towards Felix to catch his attention. There were a few other people squished onto the sofa where he was sitting, but all of them were focused on the tv screen which was flashing with an intense game of Super Smash Bros.

As soon as Felix’s focus was caught, he was pulling away from the other man’s lips. In the dimness of the room, Minho distinctly caught onto the way that messy strings of saliva parted from their lips, and how Felix’s mouth was puffy and swollen from kissing all night.

Eyes brightening and pink freckled cheeks shading just a tiny bit, Felix shot up from his spot on the couch, fumbling his way over to Minho’s side. For a split second, Minho was able to gaze at Felix’s form — at the white skort he was wearing which was so short, half of his ass was exposed, and the baby-blue crop top that rose just above his belly button. A belly ring glinted in the sultry lighting of the room, along with all of the silver earrings, rings, and necklaces that adorned Felix’s milky-white skin.

“M-Min, oh my god, you made it!” Felix exclaimed happily, tugging on Minho’s wrist gently and leading him over to his spot on the couch. The man that he had been making out with only seconds before shuffled to the side, allowing room for Minho to sit down. Then, he grabbed Felix’s hips and sat him down on his lap. Felix let out a tiny giggle, snuggling his ass backward and earning a grunt from the guy underneath him. “I’m so happy to see you!”

Minho flashed him the best smile he could muster at that moment. What with being incredibly overstimulated by everything, and the shock of meeting some of Felix’s... choice friends, and seeing his best friend’s little brother making out viscerally at a party…

The night definitely wasn’t turning out as he had hoped, that was for sure.

“I met some of your friends, they’re uhm— interesting, to say the least,” Minho laughed awkwardly, carding a few shaking fingers through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting you to be… part of such a crowd, Lix.”

Felix shrugged the tiniest of bits, his eyes flicking away from Minho’s and focusing on the video game some of the others were playing. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Minho. Things have changed since the last time we hung out.” There was a weight to his words, they felt heavy on Minho's shoulders and weighed on his heart. Even still, he tried to push away those feelings and just live in the moment, without any worries or inhibitions

“That’s for sure…”

But Minho wasn’t really paying attention to anything else that Felix was saying, if he was saying anything at all. Because he was too busy watching the guy underneath Felix draw circles against his bare skin. Fingers skirting across his skin, the guy softly massaged the soft skin of his thighs, forcing gooseflesh to erupt to the surface.

“This is Renjun, by the way,” Felix said, cutting through the silence between them and breaking the trance Minho had fallen into. “He’s a… friend, of sorts.”

Renjun turned his face away from Felix’s body, taking a long drawl of a joint that Minho hadn’t even noticed was positioned between his fingers. “Yeah, ‘cause friends definitely stick their dicks in each other’s assess… that's just what friends do, right?” Renjun let out a loud cackle, the kind that would probably make Minho burst out into laughter too, if they were in a different situation.

Felix gave the man underneath him a deep frown before his eyes focused back on Minho. “I mean… if you’re truly friends— anything could happen, right?” Just then, he started moving again, hips circling just a little bit atop Renjun’s lap. Almost instantly, the dark-haired man was groaning out loud and clutching onto Felix's hips for dear life. And the entire time, Felix kept his gaze locked with Minho's, practically staring right into his soul.

Minho was keenly aware of the dry saliva he swallowed down, trying to ignore the way his heart lept just a little bit in his chest at the sight of Felix grinding down against Renjun’s lap. Trying to ignore the way his pants grew just a tiny bit tighter at the sight of Felix flashing Renjun a playful, dim smirk.

“Renjun, stop fucking moaning, you’re ruining the vibes right now!” A silver-haired guy who was sitting in front of Minho said. He was part of the group that was focused on the tv, playing Smash like they were in a professional tournament or some shit. “I’m Jeongin, by the way, Lee Felix’s bestie since the sixth grade.” The silvered fox said, momentarily looking away from his game and flashing Minho a smile.

At that, Renjun let out a low chortle. “Too bad you weren’t close enough to fuck him, eh?”

Minho’s attention darted from Jeongin’s face back to Renjun, examining the way his raven locks were somewhat disheveled— like they had been gripped pretty hard recently.

Gripped hard by… Felix.

Felix threw his hands up into the air, seeming to admit defeat. “What is it with everyone around here wanting to fuck me?!” He exclaimed- although he didn’t seem that upset by the prospect in the first place. Instead, he grabbed ahold of the joint Renjun was smoking and took a long drag of it. Blowing the smoke up in the air around him, Felix’s slightly hooded gaze zeroed back onto Minho. “It’s not like I’m that attractive— I only get the young people to fuck me.”

Minho shifted in his spot on the couch, feeling that floaty, twisted snake thrum through his veins. He stared down at his strawberry-flavored soju bottle, pretending to be fascinated with the label. When in actuality, he was doing everything in his power to avoid Felix’s stare.

“I mean, who wouldn’t wanna fuck you? You’re cute— you’re hot, you’re fun, and you’re a damn good bottom, too.” Renjun said in a deep voice, and through the reflection of the tv screen in front of them, Minho could make out the way he leaned down and pressed a feverish kiss to Felix’s exposed neck.

Like a train wreck that you can’t stop watching, Minho couldn’t help but turn his head to watch Felix atop Renjun again. He was still dancing across his lap, doing so with a little more fervor this time. The compliments probably fueled his fire, Minho assumed. Felix was gradually beginning to wreak of a mix of weed, liquor, and the sweet scent of floral perfume. Yet in that moment, it was all too intoxicating for Minho.

Turning his head slowly, Felix ruffled Renjun’s locks playfully. “Awe thanks— I feel so flattered that you find me pretty, Renjunnie~” He cooed in a gentle voice, fingers skirting across Renjun’s round cheek with a caress.

“Well, I’m sure Minho sure doesn’t wanna fuck you.” Jeongin deadpanned, his voice cascading down around their small group. He was still focused on the game but bent his head backward a bit. Fox-like eyes studied Minho’s face in the smokiness of the room just then. And Jeongin’s lips cracked into a wide, Cheshire grin just as he turned back to the tv. “Actually, never mind— maybe he does.”

The entire time, Minho had been entirely too quiet. Letting everything play out, observing and judging silently. He was probably the oldest one in that room, and he could feel the significance of his grade year and maturity weighing down on his shoulders like a 200lb barbell.

He took a final swig of his soju, before tossing it into a nearby trashcan. “Honestly, I’m old enough to be his brother, so no— definitely not,” Minho said in a low tone, his throat constricting a tiny bit.

But it was just the alcohol, it was just the liquor that was getting to him.

And the weed in the air and the cigarettes and every other thing floating around him. It was the loud bass thrumming through the bottoms of his feet and it was the blaring disco ball that was flashing rainbow-colored shapes on the dance floor.

Yes, it was all of that…

And none of what Felix was doing beside him, or how Felix was looking at him or-

“I mean, yeah— a dancer and fashion designer together?? Fucking hell, it’d never work. Aren’t dancers always too tired to even get it up in the first place?” Renjun slurred his words just a tiny bit, as the weed no doubt flooded into his system.

“But I bet those hips don’t lie!” Jeongin shrieked with laughter, slapping his leg in happiness at their stupid jokes.

So suddenly, Minho realized why he was invited to the party in the first place.

He wasn’t included to have a good time, or because he was missed, or because people wanted to meet him.

No, he was invited to be the laughing stock of everyone there…

Hey guys- look! A stupid ass senior shimmying his way into a freshman party, look at how stupid he looks—

trying to hit on the hottest guy on campus.

And the thinks that he has a fighting fucking chance when everyone else wants — and gets to have Felix —

But no , definitely not him, not ever. The brother’s best friend?? Felix would never stoop so low.

The energy shifted between Minho and the rest of them sitting there on the couch, freezing in place as soon as he shot up from his spot on the couch. Yanking out his phone from his pants pocket, the screen flashed with the time — one in the morning. He had been acting stupid, been the night’s entertainment, for more than three hours. And just as he realized the time, he noticed the eyes on him — how half of the room was watching him, with people hiding their smiles and laughs behind palms and solo cups and joints.

“I have class tomorrow, I should head out.” Is the only explanation he gave, not even affording Felix or the others another glance as he pulled away from the sofa and forced his way through the shaking bodies on the dance floor. And when Jisung and Seungmin called out to him from the kitchen as he passed them by, he gave them no attention.

The eyes on his back, which he could feel the entire way to the door, just about killed him. He felt like he was about to suffocate, his heart racing against his ribcage, pushing and pushing, just like he had been pushed all night by everyone.

And Felix was no better.

He was no better than everyone else because he was the one who had invited him in the first place.

So Minho was shocked, then, when he felt a small hand grab ahold of his wrist just as he was about to step into the elevator. To take him away from such a hellhole and such a depressing prison of losers.

“Minho— wait, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean—”

Minho didn’t even turn around, couldn’t, in that moment. Instead, he let Felix hold onto him, let the feeling of his nimble fingers cascade through his system. Let Felix gradually move his hand until he was threading his fingers through Minho’s.

Just like they used to sometimes when they hung out together in their childhood.

When they were bored, and no one was around, and Chris was nowhere to be found and they could—

“It’s all my fault, I’m sorry— I was so fucking stupid for thinking—”

“Why do you hang out with those people?”

Was all that Minho could manage to say, focusing his attention on the way Felix’s hand radiated warmth, how it lit up all the synapses of Minho’s body and kindled the dying fire inside of the deepest parts of him.

“They’re my friends, they’re not just ‘people’ to me.”

At that, Minho let out a dry laugh. The kind that had no humor in it and was completely sardonic. “What a great bunch of friends you got there, Lix…”

Minho regretted the moment he said the word, the moment he used the old nickname in such a cold, seething kind of way. Because as soon as it fell from his lips, the warm fingers wrapped around his were pulling away.

“I was nice enough to invite you, I was nice enough to let you into my life again— and you’ve decided to shit on it.” Minho still had his back turned on him, but he could imagine the look on Felix’s face then. If his low, venomous tone was anything to go off of.

Slowly, Minho turned around. He found his body moving on their own accord. And just like that, he was facing Felix again. Minho was studying his face and the way it was drained of all color. How there was nothing in his eyes then, but only heartbreak and barely-masked tears.

“I never asked to be let in, Felix,” Minho said, but the words came out as a whisper. Like if he spoke loud enough, someone from inside the party would hear them and come running out to take photos. Look, the campus's local desperate senior trying to coax the popular freshman into- “You know I didn’t. Not like this, never.”

Without even trying to, Minho could feel his body moving again. His hand reached up and caressed Felix’s cheek. Thumb smoothing across freckles and softness, brushing just underneath his long eyelashes. And for a moment, just like it was once again a dream, Felix leaned into it. Let himself go for but a mere breath, sighing into it.

He pressed his face a little closer to Minho’s hand, eyes fluttering shut only slightly. Cheeks heating up underneath Minho’s touch, Felix's gaze shot open again as soon as the thumb underneath his eye migrated to his mouth. Migrated to caressing his bottom lip.

“Don’t.”

Minho watched the single word escape past Felix’s lips, and instantly, the tension in the air between them broke and shattered. Like someone had taken a knife to his heart once more, tearing him apart by flesh and bone, his hand was dropping from Felix’s skin.

“Go back to the party so you can get fucked by Renjun.”

The statement was a double-edged sword, both of them knew.

The words registered in Felix’s mind and Minho watched as the disdain colored his energy again. Painting him in violent shades of crimson and lilac, Felix said nothing as Minho backed away and into the elevator.

Just before he was able to press the button inside to go down, Felix reached out and grabbed ahold of the elevator’s door. “Don’t you ever fucking come back around these parts, or I’ll-” He spit out in a wicked kind of way, the emotions swirling in his pupils.

“You’ll… what? Beat me up? You and I both know you’re not capable of that, Lixie…” Minho said, his tone winding around the crackling air between them. He flashed Felix one final smirk, before pushing the button to go down to the first floor.

The last thing he saw before the elevator doors closed was Felix’s face, the way his pretty red lips were pressed into a firm, displeased line. The way his eyes were hooded with a mix of rage and exasperation.

The last thing that Minho saw on Felix’s face that night was utter betrayal and contempt…

To be honest, it was just like the old days again… when Minho had told Felix he was leaving for university and they'd never be able to talk again...

He had wished to travel back to their childhoods so much,

And like a blessing from the God’s, he had been afforded such a thing.

What a sweet memory to travel back to… Such sweet revenge to be gifted.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

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spookyserenades · 7 months ago

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Hey lovely! I absolutely devoured the last chapter in record time and loved it💕… If only I had the motivation to read the research papers I need half as fast🫠

I was at the edge of my seat during the whole scene at the haunted house waiting to see what will happen. Absolutely adored the concern the boys have started to show for the mc, and that little kiss cheeck and nuzzle with Joonie🤭 Also some serious daddy dom vibes👀

I can’t wait to see what will happen next with the new legislation that s been passed in the story and with some of them showing interest for uni courses/jobs!

Honestly, I was shocked about Tae s behaviour, since he seemed so attached to yn ever since day 1 when he wouldnt even look or talk to the others, just following her around everywhere. Furthermore, since she accepted him and was so understanding about his secret and past, I thought for sure he would be one of the first to confess or get together with her; and I thought that Hobi would be the one to have a fling with Alice. I was wondering if Tae s doing this to try to get yn out of his mind since he felt hurt or rejected that one time they almost kissed while he was drunk only to be pulled apart?

Will they reconcile soon?🥺

Hi bby!!! YAYY I'm so excited that you loved the newest chapter hehe 💕 I feel you though, if only I wrote as quickly as the thoughts that came to me 💀

Ugh It's so cute to see Namkook concerned about her, considering those two aren't the most outwardly affectionate. That quiet sort of protective energy is veryyyyyy hot. BUT jfdkfldlaksf DADDY DOM JOON IS. MY JAM 🥵 That aside though, him letting her kiss him on the cheek and actually leaning into it is a huge step for Joonie and his acceptance of affection. CUTE

OOF I'm super excited for the new legislation too! I think it will allow the boys WAYY more independence and the chance to forge their own paths in life 💜

No I know Tae's actions have been quite a shock to the readers. It's almost like the unconditional acceptance Y/N had given him had lured him into thinking that the two of them had an unspoken relationship already (which is not how things work LOL, his communication sux) So when he found out about her and Yoonjin, the 'delusion' was shattered and spite began to well up inside of him. I think you're right, he's probably still feeling hurt, thinking his feelings are one-sided. Fortunately for him, he had blacked out when he possibly tried to kiss her, so he doesn't remember that-- which I think is a good thing, for his sake. The mess LOL!

Yess don't worry, they'll smooth things over soon! Yoongi has grown pretty fond of Taehyung (even though the feeling isn't mutual since Tae found out he's with Y/N romantically) so I think he might be the one to be like "okay you two. sit down and talk it out."

#trouvaille #asks #dana's thoughts

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diggingupgrave · 1 year ago

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Magnificently Cursed... the blog post ✨

🕰🍂🕯🌿📔🧣🌙

My writing log says it’s been exactly a year since I started writing Magnificently Cursed, my Dark Academia Inuokko Magic School AU! I find summer to be insufferable (my apologies to the sun) so I took an escape hatch to an early fall last year and immediately fell down this massive rabbit hole. Not only did I write the whole fic and make overly-intricate graphics for each chapter… I also made a ton of other content that I simply didn’t have enough time to post! (Fall is but one season… unless you’re me, and it’s two, because fuck summer) So as a little anniversary gift to me, I’m going back through the archives and finally putting everything in one place.

Let’s start with the character mood boards, shall we?

Toge Inumaki:

I wanted Toge to have an earthy/natural, vintage-y feel, while Yuuta was all sleek and new. I’m still completely obsessed with this library-lizard aesthetic for Toge.

I low-key wound up buying a brown sweater after searching online for literal hours just like the one in the upper left so we could twin. That duffle coat still has my whole heart. Lavender mug inspired by Neara 🥺

Yuuta Okkotsu:

The lil ghostie patch 😭 I still think Yuuta would look hot as hell in all these clothes- especially the speckle-y fisherman sweater. Coat game is strong here as well.

... so is it obvious that I spend too much time on Canva yet? 😅

The Timeline:

My outline wasn’t outlining and I resorted to making an in-world calendar to make sure the dates were realistic. Each chapter is a different color, and the lines represent what days the chapters covered in-world. The corresponding stars represented each chapter’s posting dates… except the real life dates didn’t line up with the fictional dates (rude), so those thursdays were actually saturdays? I think? I'm actually not 100% sure what past me was up to here, to be totally honest 😅

(also, politely ignore that bit that says “epilogue - december” 💀i’ll get to it when i get to it. I don’t really like the idea of it being *over* so maybe i'll just gatekeep that bit forever)

⬆️ Example of aforementioned “outlining,” which, yes, is unfortunately littered with as many potential tweets as actual organization 💀

Not pictured: the outline for the first three chapters… when i thought this fic… would only *be* three chapters. 🪦

Writing Log:

I wrote all 92k between July 13th and September 13th (including 60k in August, nanowrimo style)!

Honestly would love to know what her regimen was because i immediately went back to being slow and undisciplined. I don’t foresee this coming august looking anything like this, lol.

Also, sidenote, hilarious that I took a break to work on it would make a whole in the middle of this? Because I literally just finished that piece this week and posted it today 😅

The Playlist:

Spotify proving that July 13th commitment! If you start a wip without procrastinating and making a playlist for two hours first... did you really start a new wip?

The playlist was three and a half hours and i would listen to it nearly every day, sometimes multiple times in a day 💀. Listen during a rainstorm for peak vibes.

(other favs not pictured: The Butterflly Effect’s cover of “Lay All Your Love on Me,” Sabrina Carpenter’s “Decode,” Liz Longley’s “Rescue My Heart,” and "Nothing's Gonna Happen" by The Staves)

Bonus:

(fall baking... toge's fav pumpkin muffins of course)

(my toge sweater knockoff)

(editing buddy... clearly working very hard)

(cider donut cider... for the ✨vibes✨)

(obsessively drinking massive pots of harney and son’s victorian london fog tea as i tried to interpret my own bullshit)

(me celebrating actual halloween like i didn't start in july)

.... ANYWAY (if you made it this far 😅) many thanks to anyone who read/kudos/commented/supported this fic, because (if you can't tell already) i had so much fun writing it.

Currently, working on another longfic rn that's also promising to destroy my life... but you never forget your first 😘

#jujutsu kaisen #toge inumaki #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #dark acamedia

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marengogo · 2 years ago

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hello heres are some naked series ideas if you don't mind ahem

jikook in japan ( when asked whats your fave memories of that day) sir jungkook said watching jimin playing on his phone until 5 am they were almost late for their flight lol

bon voyage commentary ( they asked jungkook the difference between bv1 and bv2) lmao he couldnt answer i wonder why😏

the fact that jungkook keep telling people namjoon is the reasom he joigned bighit dont sit right with me its like theyre a layer to it we'll never know... cos as a 14-15 yo he didnt even talk through it to his parent or sum.. and their first meeting tho i cringe...

minimoni idk why but i dont like that pairing...

in the soop jimin imitates the way jungkook "snores" and me thinks its the other kind cos who in their right mind snores like that are they fr💀

This is that famous ASK I have spoken about at the beginning of me answering ASKS.I received this ASK August 22, 2022 and it took me this long because of how I decided to tackle it. To begin with, there were a lot of topics I didn’t want to just breeze over (like the NamKook part). In addition, the tone of the whole ASK got me a bit itchy in all the wrong places, so I’ve been trying to keep my cringe at bay.

Hence … dear Anon, I do apologize for the delay in replying to this ASK, but here I am! And I’ll discuss the cringe-feeling I had with the tone at the very end, so hang in there with me that is if you are still around, cause gurl/boi/enby more than half a year is admittedly a long-ass time, I’ll give you that 😬😬.

So I’ve begun speaking about Minimoni and NamKook in the posts right here so please feel free to read those → MINIMONI & NAMKOOK. For the rest, let’s beginning with the first part of the ASK.

“JIKOOK IN JAPAN”

Anon is referring to a specific infamous? moment that happened during BTS’ AbemaTV Christmas Special interview on December 21, 2017, which you can find kindly translated here by BangtanSubs. As always I base whatever I discuss on all the Original Content (OC) provided so, I’d always advise watching this content before continuing reading if you haven’t already.

I think I have touched the subject of translating privately in my DM, but I can’t quite recall if I have on my blog. Some of you may know that I can speak Japanese, to a level where I mostly don’t need subtitles (unless there is a vocab I don’t know which I then have to look up). Now translating for a fandom like BTS is: TOUGH AF.

As you know we have solo stans, shippers, casual listeners, here only for the boys interaction, but not the music-stans, YOU NAME IT stans, so when someone provides you with a translation, for the most part they have to decide amongst 3 choice/courses of action:

Just translate the words and you can figure out implied meanings

I will translate in a way that the implied meaning is understood even if they didn’t say those words

Just translate the words, then take some time to make notes and explain what it could mean and also add already known facts with regards to the statement.

If you ask me, choice 3 would have to be the way to go; always. BUT LET’S BE REAL. It takes hella time to translate correctly. Imagine having to explain everything, every time, when the demand for instant translations is so high, particularly in a fandom like ours, especially when there are many moments which translators feel nobody should misunderstand.

Also, choice 1, prevents for the most part being attacked by people in the fandom, whereas choice 2 is the quickest way to getting things spectacularly wrong if you turn out to have mistakenly interpreted what you thought they meant. All of the aforementioned, are the reasons why Choice-1-Translators are the most common. But if I may add my 2 cents, do take the time to find some Choice-3-Translators when/if you can. Obviously, not for everything, but when/if in doubt, look for multiple sources until you are sure you’ve found various reputable, different-in-nature, sources who agree on the same meaning.

Good Choice-1-Translators are hella quick, 95% accurate and rely heavily on context. So what is the context of this Jikook-moment.

Following is the context as righteously translated by BangtanSub:

This is the actual Japanese part without the translate caption:

おもしろトーク is the construct which was translated as “funniest story”, which is not wrong, but like A LOT OF ANYTHING in Japanese it has nuance and other meanings. The word おもしろい (read omoshiroi) mainly means “interesting” and the second most common meaning is “funny”, as something funny is culturally considered also interesting it’s a bit complicated a concept to understand but stick with me for a sec. Anyways, the person with the most interesting/funniest answer would win the price.

As they start answering, J-Hope begins with promoting his solo songs off the bat, which has nothing to do with his questions, hence in a way, it was kinda funny/interesting for him to answer like that LOL. And then it is JK’s turn.

Now, this was 2 months after they had gone to Tokyo together and we know just how much they loved talking about this trip. They literally took every chance to mention it.

So when JK decided to talk about that trip, instead of an experience of them presently being in Japan, I’m sure nobody was shocked, however what I think happened then was that people gave too much importance to the “memorable” part instead of the “funny/interesting” part. I believe that JK told that story because the fact that they stayed up until 5am was truly memorable because it was truly funny/interesting to him.

What happened in those hours that they remained awake using JM’s phone? I don’t know. But using JM’s phone seems to be something that JK does more often than not now lowkey JK doesn’t seem like someone who really uses, or cares much about his own phone.

In fact, if anything, the rest of the members seem to be the ones who were almost worried as to what JK would say. Hobi decided to just give him the gift before even allowing him to finish, JM seemed to agree with that idea, everyone seemed to be just waiting to see what would happen, almost like when JK told the “rainy day” story during BTS Festa 2020. JK seems to really like having everyone wonder what he is about to say, almost to the point where they are borderline anxious; he really liked likes that.

SO TO ANSWER YOU/ANON: JK didn’t say he was watching JM until 5AM though he might have, who knows right?. They were on JM’s phone until 5AM, doing what? If they don’t tell us; we will never know, but also I really don’t think JK would have shared something personal between the two of them if JM wasn’t okay with it but that’s just me. So basically, I really don’t think this was a big moment for Jikook. Interesting/funny? Sure. Moving On!

“BON VOYAGE 2 (BV2)”

The live Anon is referring to is BTS’ reaction and commentary to their first episode of Bon Voyage Season 2.

These 2 lives both used to be on vlive. However, as we all should know, vlive and weverse have now merged, AND UNFORTUNATELY FOR US, these two particular lives seem to have been lost in the interweb as I couldn’t find them on weverse might try and look better later, BUT, you know me OC.OG. (Original Content OG), wasn’t going to pull up to this ASK reason why I ended up only answering to 1 ASK … without finding a way to make everyone participate in the same discourse, so I didn't stop until I found links to both cause;

It may take days IT TOOK ME FOREVER, but guys, the interweb never really forgets so keep trying, IT IS ALL OUT THERE after that, if you can't find anything, like anything in life, please do ask for help, but my people, at least give it a solid try first.

Aloha, Hawaii!:

Special Commentary Live:

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BACK TO THE QUESTION! Just like the previously discussed “Jikook in Tokyo” Jikookers, who MOST LIKELY were not around when this happened, saw the following cut out clip and started thinking that perhaps JK was alluding to the things that he and JM went through BV2, and proceeded to make this a significant moment because of the way JM looked at JK when he was trying to explain the difference between Season 1 and Season 2.

Don’t get me wrong. I do think that the way JM looks at JK in this situation is actually endearing and unique to them, and I’ll explain why. If you watched the commentary video, quite clearly, JK HAD NO CLUE WHAT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SEASON 1 AND SEASON 2 WAS, at least with regards to them as a band, which was what that live was about “BTS reacting to Bon Voyage Season 2”.

And the members knew that he didn’t, which is why they proceeded to start teasing him, saying that perhaps Namjoon should help him, but JK is a SORE LOSER; we all know that. He likes to win, no matter what, so he was going to say something, regardless of whether or not it was going to make sense or be impressive, and I think JM knew that and I think that THAT was the reason why JM was looking at JK in that way; he was waiting to see what this boi was going to come up with, and while doing that, his expression betrayed him for a couple of seconds, revealing that, even just that part of JK, was so cute, and like, “Why is he so cute even with stuff like this?!...” kinda way.

SO TO ANSWER YOU/ANON: JM wasn’t staring at JK in that way because he thought about the fact that, for example, they didn’t show them in their room, or that perhaps they might have been playing footsie, ETC, which CORRECT ME IF I AM WRONG, you seem to be implying?

This may come as a shocker but I honestly don’t believe that Jikook is out there trying to out themselves. I think they are conscious of the situation they are in, be it a homophobic country, members' safety, or global repercussions. They know that, and they live with it the best they can. Believe it or not, they are very careful, until they are not; for a second or two in front of the camera, or longer off-camera AKA fuck up slightly. We still don’t know completely the type of humans they are, but whoever they are and whatever they choose to be for each other, once again; THEY ARE DOING THE BEST THEY CAN TO LOVE, LIVE & SURVIVE.

Moving on to the last part! FINALLY.

“IN THE SOOP - 1”

Anon is talking about this particular moment from IN THE SOOP 1 Episode 1:

If you want to watch the whole episode:

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I’ll keep this VERY short …

SO TO ANSWER YOU/ANON: No. I don't think that JM was imitating JK moaning. Because this is what you were implying right? If you had watched the whole episode though, you’d see that JM also imitates RM, so what? JM is randomly going around describing how members moan in their private lives? Common’ Anon …

And I will conclude this LONG-ASS POST discussing why I felt cringe by your whole post: IT WAS THE WHOLE “IMPLYING”. There was a general sexual and dissing undertone to your ask, and I might be wrong about my vibe-check, so as always feel free to correct me, but I really … was like *shiver-down-my-spine* about it.

I am an adult. I don’t mind discussing adult topics. But like everything in life, there is a way and way to approach the topic. When it comes to people who, for the most part, are NOT DISPLAYING THEIR PRIVATE, AND SEXUAL, LIVES OVERTLY, you must know and understand there are boundaries right? Because even though they are not that open and out, the members are sensual beings in their craft and some also a little bit in their ways, and this part they don’t seem to mind displaying and THAT PART WITHIN PROPER REASON, ETIQUETTE AND BOUNDARIES I am very happy to discuss.

NAKED is not a series I started to begin an AV CONTENT channel, it is a series to strip down moments to their core. Just re-explaining in case it was lost in translation. The fact that I just so happen to be a very sensual and flirty being is all about me.

So let us not project. Okay?

Alright. Good. I’ll let y’all go, I'll continue answering ask later when I get back home from work!

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾,

Marengo.

#ASKS #PART OF THAT ANON'S ASKS #Jikook #Let's be upfront

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michellejunes · 2 years ago

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lock the door ✩ tom holland

word count ✎ 3.1k

tropes ✎ mob!tom / married!au / smut

warnings ✎ exhibition, oral sex (m receiving), brief masturbation, fingering, desk sex, dom/sub, edging, orgasm denial, talk of a hypothetical threesome, light spanking, sir kink

summary ✎ you surprise your husband at his new office with a gift under your dress and another under his desk. but you forgot to lock the door…

a/n ✎ hey besties, i wrote the first half at home and the second on the train so i’m sorry if it feels rushed at the end 💀 please reblog and let me know what you think 💗

“Knock knock.”

A glance up from his work was made, then a double-take. “Mrs Holland,” Tom greeted. “Aren’t you supposed to be at home?”

Closing the door behind you, you smiled. “I thought I would come visit, see how you’re getting on.” With that you came closer to the desk.

The file in front of him was shut and pushed to the side. “And you couldn’t have waited for me to come home to ask that?” he teased with a smirk.

You were at his side, your fingers trailing across the desk. “I know that settling into a new place can be stressful sometimes.”

Your movements and tone felt suggestive; his head slightly turned as you stepped beside him, eyes following your fingers. “It is,” Tom slowly agreed.

“Well, since it’s my day off, I thought I could help you.” You smiled.

“Help me? And how would you do that?”

“That was… my question to you, actually.” You bit your lip. “Do you need help with anything, Mr Holland?”

Despite the fact he was usually called by such a formal title due to his career, it always hit him differently when it came from you; his cock was almost immediately hardening. Turning to face you a little more, he leaned back in his chair and allowed his eyes to rake up and down your body. “I could use a release, now that you mention it.”

“Of course.” You sat on the desk. “Where would you like me?”

Humming, Tom rolled his chair back a little, then motioned to the opening beneath his desk. “On your knees,” that familiar smirk returned, “Where you belong.”

It was a nice, sturdy desk, and you hiked up your skirt as you slid beneath it, revealing the stockings and garter belt underneath the simple blue dress. “Yes, Mr Holland.” Your brow was raised, but you were smirking as you knelt.

“Christ, Y/N,” he mumbled when he spotted the lingerie, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. But as soon as you settled beneath the furniture, he slid his chair back to where it was, giving you access to him.

You took a moment to work the sleeves down and pull the dress down to bunch around your waist, showing off the blue silk and black lace bra underneath, before both hands were on his pants, undoing the button, pulling down the zip, and tugging the fabric open to reveal his cock straining against his boxers, then kissing softly along the outline.

A quiet exhale left Tom’s lips as he pulled the file he’d been looking at earlier back in front of him, knowing it was useless to try to work while you were between his thighs, but he had to at least try.

Well, maybe not.

Regardless, the file was opened and a pen put atop it before he was sinking into his chair, eyes closing.

You worked his cock free from his boxers, slowly stroking it. It was already hard, but you liked the way it felt in your grip. This was hardly the first time you had played like this, but it had always been at home, where you being his secretary and looking after him could be played out for as long as you wanted.

He slightly moved his chair back to see you even though you didn’t have your mouth around him yet, his eyes focused on how you were stroking his cock. “Come on, baby,” Tom breathed, pulling his dress shirt up a little, “Start sucking.”

Your lips closed around the tip, and carefully you began to work him into your mouth, inch by inch, sucking as he had asked. Your tongue flicked along the tip, swirling into the little slit, as your hands ran up and down his thighs, squeezing gently. Your eyes met his.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes briefly closing as he relished in the pleasure, though they were soon opening again to focus on you. “God, yes. I’m so glad you stopped by, love.”

You winked, your lips wrapping around the base. You started to bob your head, careful not to hit the desk, watching his expression as you swallowed around him.

It was difficult to see you when you started moving back and forth, the edge of the desk getting in the way, so Tom opted for letting his eyes flutter shut, his head tipping back into the chair as he enjoyed what you were doing to him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he panted.

There was a knock at the door.

Tom sat up straight in his chair, making a quick glance down at you. “Who—” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “—Who is it?”

“It’s Harrison. You were looking up the Thompson case?”

“Fuck, fuck,” Tom whispered, leaning back enough to see you. “Did you lock the door?”

You let out a soft noise to indicate no.

“I’m—” heat rushed through him, his chest still heaving from pleasure, “—I’m, uh… I was, yeah, but, um…” Fuck, he couldn’t think straight.

“… is now a bad time?” Harrison called.

If he said ‘yes,’ that was a clear indicator he wasn’t alone; but if he said ‘no,’ then Harrison would come into the room. And you weren't stopping.

“… No? I don’t—I don’t kn—” Taking a sharp inhale, Tom just shook his head. “No, it’s—it’s fine.”

The door opened, and Harrison walked in. His eyes immediately locked onto Tom. “Everything all right?”

Tom shifted in his seat, quickly nodding his head. “Mhm, yeah. Everything’s fine,” he answered, though his voice was tense.

“Sure? You look like you need to adjust your thermostat,” Harrison chuckled, as he came over, the file in his hand. “Here. Everything I’ve got on Thompson and his closest men. Seems pretty open and shut, we’re looking at breaking and entering, theft and arson in our Manchester warehouse. You really don’t think the guy did it?”

It might have been funny if the room actually wasn’t much hotter than usual and Tom’s face wasn’t flushed red from pleasure. Not to mention frustration as Harrison approached. Still, Tom leaned forward a little, taking the file and setting it down. “No,” he answered, clearing his throat again as he shifted in his seat once more. “It was, uh… h-he had a—what’s it called—alibi. Made sense. Pretty—pretty sure he’s being,” god, he was squeezing the arm of his chair, “Uh, framed by a rival or enemy.”

“Man, Y/N has changed you,” Harrison chuckled. “Tom Holland giving someone the benefit of the doubt. That’s impressive.”

Tom’s other hand was on his chin, his elbow on the arm of the chair as he leaned on that side, still gripping the other. “Mm, she has,” he agreed through gritted teeth.

You were careful just to lick him, not sucking too hard, or doing anything that would make too much noise in front of Harrison.

Harrison paused. Then the tiniest of smirks quirked at his lips. “So, how is she? How are you getting along?”

Great. He wasn’t leaving but apparently making fucking small talk. “She’s—she’s good,” Tom replied. “We’re, um, doing good. Really good.”

“Glad to hear it. Surprised she took you up on that offer to get her overseeing the Liverpool division in the end. What changed her mind?” Harrison asked.

You took that moment to slowly deepthroat him.

A slow, shaky breath left Tom’s nose as his eyes tightly shut. “You know, I have—I have no idea,” he admitted.

“You’re probably right,” Harrison agreed. “I’m sure it took a lot of hard work with you sucking up to her to get her to change her mind.”

Meeting the blond man’s gaze, they stared at one another for a long moment. “… Meaning?”

“I’d tell you, but trying to explain it would,” Harrison’s lips quirked, “be a mouthful.”

Tom picked up the closest thing to him—a paperweight that had been a gift years ago—and chucked it at his best friend. “Get the fuck out.”

Harrison caught it, laughing, and placed it back on the desk. “Have a good afternoon, Tom. And Y/N.” With that, he rapidly left the room.

As soon as the door was shut and he was alone with you, Tom deflated in his chair with a heavy sigh, rolling back just enough to see you again. “You’re always getting me in trouble.”

You were immediately rapidly bobbing your head and sucking, your eyes fixed on his, your hands leaving his thighs to pull your bra down just enough that when you lifted your arms again, the cups pushed up your bare breasts.

The constant stimulation the entire time you’d been between his legs had allowed a small amount of heat to build at the base of his spine, but you speeding up was fanning the flames of it, pulling him toward the edge. “Oh, fuck,” Tom groaned, sliding back a little more so you were able to scoot out from beneath the desk enough for him to thread his fingers into your hair.

You tapped your face, your chest, your throat, silently asking where he wanted to finish as you sucked harder.

His eyes rolled up again as he moaned, that heat coiling tight. “I want to cum down your throat.”

Nodding, you moaned around him. One hand slid between your thighs and pushed past your underwear, starting to rub your clit so the sound wouldn’t stop. The other reached into his boxers and stroked his balls, your eyes on his as you moved your head faster. The wet noise of him in your mouth filled the room.

“God, fuck, I’m close,” Tom groaned. The temperature in the room was hot, and he couldn’t keep his hips still as they reflexively thrusted with each movement you made.

You took him deep, lips around the base of his cock, swallowing around him before bobbing once more. Your tongue stroked over what it could reach as your gaze was fixed on his.

Tom was sent over the edge with a low moan, his back arching as he came down your throat. “Fuck, fuck, Y/N.”

You pulled your lips back far enough that it was easy to swallow his cum, licking and sucking, wide eyes watching his expression of ecstasy as you worked him through his orgasm.

With a heavy breath, he nudged you off his cock. “Good girl.”

You licked your lips clean, and sat up with your breasts on his thigh, panting softly. “Did that help, Mr Holland?”

“Yes, it did, Mrs Holland,” he answered, breathless. “I feel much better now, thank you.”

“Wonderful.” You kissed the still semi-hard cock. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He started tucking himself away and buttoning his pants up, “You could convince me to leave early.”

“Hmm,” you mused. “…maybe if, if I’m… desperate enough to leave.”

“Oh? Well, I suppose I could just continue working for the next,” Tom checked his wristwatch, “Four hours. You know, instead of taking you home and fucking you into the kitchen table like I’m thinking of doing. But I guess that’s fine, too.”

You stood, the straps of your bra loose around your arms, your breasts still hanging free. “Persuade me.”

“Persuade you, hm?” One arm abruptly wrapped around the back of your thighs and pulled you against him to where you were between his legs, your lower half against his chest and his chin on your stomach as he looked up at you. “By making you desperate?”

“Mhmm,” you gasped.

“I suppose I could do that.” The tips of his fingers trailed up the backs of your thighs, grazing along the stockings while moving between your legs. “I could also fuck you bent over my desk, too.”

“Either works,” you whispered.

“Go lock the door this time.”

You were immediately slipping away to the door and locking it, checking it to make sure, before you came back to him, your hands behind your back.

Standing, Tom shrugged off his suit jacket and folded it in half, draping it over the back of his chair. His eyes turned to you once you were beside him, though he quickly moved some items on his desk before motioning to it. “Bend over, hands behind your back.”

Turning around, you leaned over it, spreading your thighs wide and grasping your wrists as you bit your lip. “Yes, Mr Holland.”

Tom stepped behind you, his palm pressing to your ass and pushing your dress up to your hips. Rather than removing your underwear, though, he yanked at the fabric, roughly pulling it to one side of your ass before his fingers rubbed along your folds.

Biting your lip, you moaned softly, trying not to be too loud. The walls weren’t particularly thick, and you didn’t want anyone else knowing what was going on.

“Think you can keep quiet?” he asked, one finger pushing into you.

“Mmm,” you groaned. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Slowly thrusting his one finger a few times, a second was worked in after a moment, and he finally crooked them, seeking out your sweet spot.

The brief moments you’d been touching yourself, the time you had spent under his desk, you were already wet enough that both fingers just felt good. You swallowed your moans, soft panting filling the air, and your hips ground against his touch.

“You always get so damn wet just from sucking my cock,” Tom pointed out. “Why is that, hm?”

“I-I like b-being at, fuck, at, oh, your- your mercy!” you confessed breathlessly.

Twisting his wrist, both fingers pressed into that sensitive bundle of nerves and started rubbing just as he leaned over you, hovering, his free hand placed on the desk to hold him up. “Did you like almost getting caught?”

“N-not so much,” you gasped, your thighs trembling. “Oh, fuck.”

He kept the motions slow, gently massaging your sweet spot, almost teasing. “Think you might like Harrison joining us one day?”

Your brow furrowed for just a moment. “W-wait, would y-you, fuck!” You sucked in a breath, the wet noise of his fingers audible. “Y-you would- want that?”

There was a slight shrug, his head tilting toward his shoulder as he did. “With some rules, I might. But getting to see you helpless, desperate, writhing in pleasure,” Tom’s eyes dragged up and down your body, “Would be worth it.”

“R-rules?” you gasped.

“Mm,” he confirmed, pressing a bit more firmly against your sweet spot. “No coming in you, things like that.” The pads of his fingers heated up a little. “And we’d have to tell him.”

You keened softly, your thighs trembling “You mean you would tell him, or—fuck—should I?”

“We could do it together,” his fingers roughly ground against that sensitive bundle of nerves, “Call him in the next time you’re choking on my cock under the desk and ask him formally.”

The thought of being sandwiched between the two of them, fucked by both of them at the same time, made your whole body flood with heat. “FuckI’mgonnacum-!”

Pulling his fingers out, he clapped his hand down on your ass before standing up straight. Your body tensed up, trembling as you rode that edge, your breathing heavy and hard as you tried to keep your noises down.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Tom, god.”

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered even as he was unbuckling his belt.

“Take me home, right now,” you panted.

He paused. “I thought we were going to fuck here first?”

“I’m not gonna be able to… to keep quiet,” you whispered.

“Fuck,” he breathed, redoing his belt. “Alright, let me get my stuff. You drove here too?”

You nodded as you started pulling your underwear back in place, your body still burning hot from the denial. Fuck him and his clever fingers.

“… we can, uh, be in here… another day,” you whispered.

Tom grunted, then quickly started gathering some files together, putting them in a bag so he could take them home. He’d be leaving work early, but that was fine; there were no clients for the rest of the day, it only consisted of going over cases and paperwork. Once he had everything together, he pulled his suit jacket on and buttoned it, then grabbed his bag.

“Let’s go.”

Getting your clothes on, you made sure your makeup was intact, quickly reapplying some lipstick before you slid on your jacket. “Right this way, Mr Holland.”

“You’ll be the death of me,” Tom mumbled as you stepped out of his office, the door being locked behind him. And as you quickly passed the secretary, he let her know that he was leaving early, waving. “Goodnight, Jessica.”

“Night, Mr Holland.”

“Alright.” You were finally out of earshot. “Let’s get out of here so I can fuck you.”

The doors to the nearest elevator slid open, and Harrison stepped out. His eyes met theirs, lips quirking just a little.

“Mrs Holland, Tom,” he said, nodding toward them.

“Mr Osterfield,” you smiled politely, “pleasure to see you.”

“I’m heading home for the night, Harrison,” Tom told the other man rather than greeting him. “I’ve already told Jessica, she’s leaving in about an hour.”

“All right. You two have a good evening.” Harrison started walking away. “Oh, and, Tom?”

You were in the elevator, and Tom turned around almost impatiently. “What?”

“Don’t go flying without a license.” The blond man turned and strode away.

Confusion washed over Tom’s face as he stared at the back of Harrison’s head. “Don’t go—what? What does that even mean?”

Your eyes glanced down, and as the elevator door slid shut, you silently reached down and zipped his pants back up. “Safety first, pilot.”

Lips parted, he looked down at himself, then at you, repeating the action a couple times. “What? How does that even make sense?”

“Your fly is unzipped,” you pointed out. “Flying?”

Tom’s nose crinkled after a few seconds, the elevator door dinging as it opened back up. “You’re lucky I tolerate this nonsense,” he grumbled before stepping out.

You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re cute when you pout.”

“I’m not pouting,” he protested with a huff. “I’m a grown man, Y/N. Grown men don’t pout.”

Taking his hand, you kept walking with him through the lobby. “Whatever you say, sweetie.”

“Keep testing me and you won’t be coming for the next few days, darling,” Tom warned.

Despite the heat flooding your body, you grinned. “Well, you have a twenty minute drive in peace before we get home. Maybe you can, hmm, jet off to a more peaceful mindset.”

He let out a slow breath through his nose. “A week.”

You reached the doors outside. “See you when I get home, honey.”

“What you won’t see is an orgasm,” Tom told you in a low tone. “Which I’ll enjoy denying you.”

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good morning | c. leclerc

pairing: dad!charles leclerc x mom!reader word count: 6.2k words. request: yes by anons: “bestie i need more dad!charles 😩” & “will you ever write a part 2 of goodnight 🥺” & “can we have goodnight part 2? 🥹” & many more but i think i already answered some of those asks jsjsjs sorry. warnings: it gets messy. lots of time jumps, language, mentions/allusions to sexy times, charles being a dilf. a crazy ex, some legal things that i made up bc idk how that works irl, idk idk. also pls don't ask about years or dates, the math won't add up let's just chill and enjoy the ride a/n: let us all thank @spideyanakin for coming up with this plot back in like JANUARY 💀💀💀. i had written a different ending but it was too much crackhead energy so i changed it lmaooo. also is it wrong of me to say that i kinda dislike theo ?? 💀 like idk, how can i hate a character that i made up myself lmaooo pls don’t cancel me. okay bye happy race week, let us all pray for a safe race where mick scores points finally🙏🙏

my masterlist / this is the long awaited, highly requested part two of 'goodnight'

(y/b/m) = your birth month.

“are you ready?” charles said, his hand holding yours as his finger played with the diamond ring on your ring finger.

“yeah, are you?” you chuckled, looking at his wide eyes. he smiled at you, his gaze traveling down to your belly.

“i think so. you ready, bud?”

“yeah, daddy!” theo replied from his spot on the backseat, a huge smile on his face.

theo was a walking advertisement for ferrari. of course.

ferrari cap, check.

ferrari shirt with ‘leclerc’ written on the back, check.

he was all suited up and ready for his first ever formula one race. the monaco grand prix. his father’s home race.

that day, the world was going to know that charles leclerc was the father of a five-year-old boy, and a baby girl on the way.

theo had been begging to go to a race for over a year now. but he was still too young at the time, so you decided to wait for the right time. then, you got pregnant with little miss ava. it was the end of may, and you were now eight and a half months pregnant, so your stomach was pretty noticeable through your maternity dress. it was charles’ home race, and it was a very special day for him, so you happily agreed to accompany him to the race.

with one last nod, charles stepped out of the car, instantly blinded by all the flashing camera lights. he put on his sunglasses before walking to you door, opening it for you and helping you out. the clicks of cameras got increasingly louder, everyone wanted to take a perfect shot of you two. with a small nod, and a gentle squeeze on charles’ hand, he opened the door for theo to step out. charles’ free hand immediately grabbed theo’s small one, he didn’t want him to wander off unsupervised.

“whoa, daddy!” theo looked around. “there’s so many people here.”

theo stared wide-eyed at everything around him, his shocked face resembling the ones of the people who stared at the three of you. you kept a protective hand over your stomach, especially when you saw the curious, foreign eyes gazing at your bump. once you reached the ferrari motorhome, you relaxed a little, but still kept theo at arm’s length.

charles introduced you to everyone, and you smiled as you watched the people gushing over theo, congratulating you and wishing you the best for the baby. you all walked upstairs to charles’ room so he could change and get ready for his interviews and such. he had a hectic schedule that day, and unfortunately, theo was having none of it. theo crossed his arms over his chest, frowned and pouted as charles crouched in front of him.

“i’ll see you in a bit, theo. i need you to be good for me,” charles reached his arm out, but theo ducked out of his way.

“theo,” you called his name, “what’s this, buddy?” you were genuinely surprised by his behavior. he was always so good, so calm and attentive to what you or charles said.

“my daddy,” theo said. charles looked at you, but you shrugged your shoulder, shaking your head side to side slightly, having no idea what he meant. “my daddy. daddy stays with me,” he stated.

it shocked you, since theo had never said anything like that whenever charles left to the races. of course, theo missed his father, but he always watched charles on the tv, never missed a session or a race, and he always smiled whenever the cameras were focused on charles, because charles would always wink at the camera, a sign for theo that he was thinking of him.

“but daddy has things he needs to do, theo. you and i can stay here, or we can go downstairs and watch everything there,” you explain, running your fingers through his hair.

“but i don’t want to lose you, daddy,” theo ran to charles, making the monegasque lose his balance, falling down on his back with theo on top of him, that made the boy laugh.

“you won’t lose me, theo. i have stuff to do, but i promise you that as soon as i’m done, i will come back here for you, okay?” charles said as he leaned forward, still sitting on the ground with theo on his lap. theo threw his arms around charles’ neck. “what’s wrong, little man?” charles asked.

theo didn’t respond. just kept his tight hold on charles as he stared at the wall.

“i have an idea,” charles said after a few minutes of silence. “why don’t you come with me, bub?” he looked down at theo, who was leaning on his chest. “you can keep me company while i work, how’s that sound?” theo seemed to perk up.

“really?” theo couldn’t keep a smile off his face.

“yeah, you just have to promise to be on your best behavior, okay?” charles smiled at him.

“i promise, daddy! everyone will know you’re my daddy now!” theo got off charles’ lap, grabbing his hand and pulling, trying to get him off the floor. once charles got up, he left the room to let his team know that theo would be joining him for the interviews and such.

“theo, come here, baby,” you said, patting the spot next to you once charles left you two alone. your other hand resting on your stomach. theo rushed to you, sitting next to you, leaning his head on your belly as puts his hand on top of yours, playing with your ring. “why did you say that you’d lose daddy?” you asked calmly, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“because i don’t want daddy to leave me now,” he said, not looking at you.

“what do you mean, love?” you asked, keeping your voice soft.

“i know that you need a daddy and a mommy to make a baby, and i know that daddy didn’t make me, so that means i have a different daddy. and now that you made a new baby, i don’t want daddy to leave like the one who made me,” he explained as if it were the most casual thing ever.

“theo, i-”

“who’s ready for some interviews?” charles barged in, smiling.

“let’s go, daddy!” theo jumps from his seat, making grabby hands at charles, who picked him up, chuckling at theo’s excited face. he noticed you were sitting still, your back straight could only mean that you were feeling anxious.

“is everything alright, mon ange?” he asked, frowning as you were breathing deeply.

you couldn’t tell him. not at that moment. so, you swallowed the lump in your throat, faked a smile and relaxed your shoulders. you nodded your head as you looked at them, theo was leaning his head on charles’ shoulder, his arms around his neck protectively.

“i’m fine, just feeling a bit left out,” you joked, standing up as you walked to them.

“don’t you worry, ma chérie, we’ll only be gone for a little while, isn’t that right, theo?” theo placed an arm around your back with his free arm.

“yes, mommy, i go with daddy now and we watch the race later,”

“okay, you two. go, have fun. i’ll be right here,” you ushered them out of the room, wanting to be alone so you could think about what to do now.

how could he figure this out at just five years old?

you’d already explained to him the truth about charles not being his biological father, but theo knew that charles was his daddy, who loved him endlessly and with his entire heart, and that seemed to be enough for theo.

you walked downstairs, suddenly feeling trapped in the four walls of charles’ room. you grabbed a cooled water bottle, downing half of it in one go as you felt someone sitting beside you.

“how’s little ava?” arthur asked. “you look like you’re in pain,” he chuckled.

“she’s asleep, i think,” you rubbed a hand over your stomach as you played with the bottle. “it’s theo…”

“i saw him out there, clinging to charles like a koala,” he smiled, you nodded, lips barely curling into a smile.

“he didn’t want to let him go. don’t tell charles, not before the race, at least,” you said, looking around you, making sure no one was paying attention to you two.

“what’s wrong?” arthur asked, leaning forward, a small frown on his face as he scanned your worried expression.

“theo said that- that he didn’t want to lose charles. but when i asked him what he meant by that-” you repeat what theo had said, frowning. once you finished, your mouth felt dry, so you drank the rest of the water, you foot tapping against the floor repeatedly.

“whoa,” was all arthur said, his mind still processing it.

“i know,” you muttered, looking at the screen, that showed a smiling charles, holding theo in his arms, the boy was leaning his head on his father’s shoulder as he played with the collar of charles’ shirt. "they love each other so much…"

"don't stress about it, i'm sure theo will forget it after a while," arthur smiled at you, trying to ease your worry as he tapped the back of your hand comfortingly. you nodded, watching as charles kept going with the interview, pierre playing with theo behind him.

"uncle p! why are you here?" theo asked, he was too excited about being with charles that he forgot why he was there.

"i'm here to beat your dad!" pierre laughed as he crouched in front of theo, who gasped, covering his mouth with his hand.

"no! daddy wins the race!" theo declared, laughing as he crossed his little arms over his chest, nodding in affirmation.

as the rest of the drivers heard theo’s voice, it took them a few seconds to realize that theo was talking about charles. his last name on the back of theo’s shirt was a dead give away. pierre noticed the curious eyes looking over at theo, so he grabbed the boy in his arms.

“looks like someone’s stealing the spotlight,” the reporter told charles as they finished the interview, pointing to theo, who was currently winning a thumb war against daniel ricciardo. the tall aussie had a serious look on his face, trying to pull his thumb away from under theo’s grip. pierre, who was still holding him, was smiling in amusement as he cheered theo on.

“time!” pierre said as theo finally let go of daniel, who was staring at him in a mix of shock and disbelief.

“how did you do that?” daniel asked, softly ruffling theo’s hair.

“talent!” theo declared, bringing out a huge roar of laughter out of daniel, who nodded.

“definitely your kid,” he told charles, patting the monegasque on his shoulder. “we should set up a playdate, i think he’s about noah’s age,” daniel said before walking away.

“are you making new friends, theo?” charles asked.

“yeah, daddy! i have new friends!” theo smiled, reaching his arms for him. charles took him from pierre’s hold.

you watched this whole interaction through the screen, with a smile on your face as you saw charles placing kisses on theo’s temple. you felt the baby moving inside you, and you placed a hand on your stomach, feeling her little kicks right on top of where your hand was. the movements calmed you down.

as you’d watched theo and charles together on the screens, you couldn’t help but think about theo’s biological father. you didn’t know where he was, what he did or if he still lived in the same city. but he was your past, you couldn’t waste any energy on him. he’d abandoned you and theo, so why even think about him if he’d been out of your lives for so long?

the first letter arrived in september.

two weeks after you’d gotten back from your honeymoon, which had turned into a family vacation as you simply couldn’t stay away from your babies. charles’ mom had offered to take care of theo and ava as you enjoyed your first weeks as newlyweds, but you just couldn’t stay away from them.

it was something straight out of a movie, the four of you walking the waterline, two-month-old ava watching everything around her with wide eyes, theo running ahead of you as you and charles held hands, watching the sun slowly disappear in the horizon.

the days you spent in the heaven on earth that were the maldives were absolute bliss, a so-needed break from everything, time to just rest and focus on your marriage and family. you felt untouchable, as if nothing could reach you, as if you’d finally gotten the happy ending you’d been longing for all your life.

as you got back to your home in monaco, you were taking your time readjusting to the old routines, enjoying the time you had together before theo had to start school and charles had to start the second half of the season. your first week alone, just you and ava whilst theo was at school, you received a call from your lawyer.

“we’ve just received an e-mail from bryan matthews,” the lawyer sighed, you froze. “he’s threatening to sue you for ‘hiding the existence of his child from him’. i know this is a lie, don’t worry, we are trying to contact him and know what he wants.” her voice was calm, trying to not freak you out.

you slept with theo and ava that night.

weeks later, you received a letter in the mail.

‘theo is mine.’ was all it said, the text was printed in bold, black letters, so you couldn’t recognize the handwriting or anything. unfortunately, charles was away for a triple header, and you didn’t want to worry him. so, you placed the paper in a folder, locked it inside the safe alongside all your important papers, hanging the family portrait back in place, hiding the safe. you called your lawyer, explaining the letter you’d received, she told you to keep it, just in case.

ava, theo and you shared a room that night, and you locked the door to your bedroom as well as all the windows.

the second letter arrived two weeks after the first one. charles was home, so he opened the envelope and read the printed text.

‘you know what i want.’ he read the words, frowning. you were walking by when you saw him standing there, staring at the white piece of paper.

“charles… there’s something i need to tell you,” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the office, where you brought down the portrait, opened the safe and pulled out the folder. “about a month ago, i got a call from sylvie, she said that theo’s dad had contacted them, saying he had intentions of suing, because i apparently kept theo’s existence a secret,” you shook your head, feeling your eyes fill with angry tears. “she said they’d handle it, get in contact with him to know what he wanted. then, this came in the mail,” you showed him the first letter. “it’s him. i know it’s him. i just…” you covered your face with your hands, letting out the frustration you’d been bottling up for the past few weeks. you felt charles’ arms around you, snaking over your waist, pulling you close to him as you threw yours around his neck, hiding your face in his chest as you cried it all out.

almost four months went by without another letter, another call from your lawyer, a new e-mail. nothing.

on the 23rd of december, you and charles were preparing the last few details for theo’s birthday surprise, throwing confetti on the ground, blowing balloons of all sizes.

“do you think he’ll like his present?” charles asked, letting out a deep breath as he finished tying up a balloon.

“he’ll love it. you know how much he loves you, this is exactly what he needs.” you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek on his chest.

“i’m really nervous… what if he says no?” he sighed, making you lift your head, and furrow your eyebrows.

“what are you talking about? charles… theo loves you maybe even more than he loves anything else in the world, this will mean so much to him. i thank the stars every day for you. you don’t know how much it means to me that you love me, that you love theo,”

“i was done the second i saw him,” he admitted, gently holding your face with one hand. “i love our kids so much. our family,” he shook his head, “i still can’t believe how i got this lucky,”

“oh, charles, baby,” you smiled, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his soft lips. “we’re all so lucky to have each other. i wouldn’t have it any other way,”

“i promise you, nothing will ever come between us,”

the new racing season began, and it’s been one year since the world found out about charles leclerc being a family man. the monaco grand prix was a special one for everyone. not only was charles lucky enough to have his whole family there with him, but it was also little ava’s first time seeing what her daddy did for a living.

people were mental. not only was their hometown hero starting from pole position and had high chances of winning the race, they’d fallen in love with theo the year before, and now that ava was with them as well, it was almost as if you were a second royal family.

it was a nerve-wracking thing, your heart was down to your stomach, keeping your kids close to you, holding them in one arm each. even if charles didn’t win the race, you knew that theo would celebrate as if he had. he was so close, though, with three laps to go, you were more than ecstatic with the thought that he might finally achieve a podium in his home. but then, the only car in front collided against a wall, you breathed in sharply, catching the attention of both kids in your arms.

“what?” theo asked, looking at the screens, “where’s daddy?”

“i think he’ll pass him,” you said slowly, not wanting to jinx it.

even though the race had been yellow-flagged, the cars were still going. you took a deep breath as your eyes drifted to the screen at your side, seeing charles approach the crash site and smoothly rush past it. the air left your lungs, a smile slowly crept on your lips, you closed your eyes as you breathed in relief. even with the yellow flags, no one could catch up to him.

this race was his to win.

charles was focused, he knew all eyes were on him, he knew that his whole country had all of their hopes and expectations on him. that was enough to break even the best of the sport, but not him. he would’ve been more than happy to just get a podium at his home, but seeing the race leader against the wall, letting him pass by in a breeze, brought out many emotions that he’d buried deep down to keep his cool during the race.

he could hear the roar of the crowd as the final lap started. the cars behind him were too far away to really fight the win, all he had to do was keep the car under his control, don’t get distracted, and cross the finish line.

winning his home grand prix was a feeling like no other. charles had felt many joys in his lifetime. his wedding, meeting you for the first time, meeting his son and daughter. having his son accept him as his dad completely, legally and in his heart. if he allowed himself to be a little selfish, this win was definitely up there.

pictures of your family were plastered all over the news after that day, on printed magazines and online, there wasn’t a single news outlet that didn’t have charles holding both of his kids in his arms, all three of them on the podium, with theo holding the trophy in his hands. you’d arrived just in time to grab your kids from charles’ hold right before the champagne celebration.

it was a week after the grand prix, the buzz of charles’ win was still palpable in your home, you couldn’t be more proud of charles, couldn’t believe he was yours.

it was a quiet morning, you were feeding ava in the kitchen as soft piano notes invaded the apartment. charles was teaching theo how to play the piano, you were surprised that theo had picked it up quite easily. a knock on the door made you look up from ava, who was sitting on the counter in her chair. you grabbed her and walked to the door.

“arthur!” you smiled, you weren’t expecting him there. “come on in,” you moved to the side, your child extending her arms so she could hug her godfather.

“hi, miss ava,” he cooed, kissing her cheek, your daughter giggled.

“uncle king!” the little piano man ran to his favorite uncle (don’t tell pierre) and hugged his legs.

you were catching up with arthur when you felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind, you leaned back against charles, watching as both of your kids were demanding arthur’s attention.

“uncle king, stay here. i want to show you something!” theo said as he ran to his room. you watched him leave, smiling.

“i guess the piano didn’t take much of his energy after all,” you chuckled. charles opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by another knock on the door.

“is lorenzo coming, too?” you asked as you opened the door.

it wasn’t lorenzo. it was someone you never thought you’d see again. a coward who ran away when he found out he had a child on the way.

“long time no see,” his voice made you shiver. you felt a hand on your back.

“who are you?” charles asked, stepping forward.

“uncle king, look what my dad bought me!” you held your breath as you heard theo coming back. he couldn’t see him.

“that’s my-”

“arthur,” you interrupted him, you turned your head around. arthur stood there, with ava in his arms and theo by his feet. with just one look at you, he knew something was wrong. he nodded, then grabbed theo’s hand and walked away. you let out a deep breath of relief now that they were gone. you didn’t want the man in front of you to see your children.

“what do you want?” charles asked, keeping one hand around you.

“i just want my kid,” he said, it made your blood boil.

“he’s not your kid,” you said, surprising yourself. the words slipped out with no sign of all the emotions you felt inside. “you lost that privilege the moment you walked out on me.”

“come on, baby,” he took a step forward, but stopped when charles put a hand on his chest. “oh, you’ve got a bodyguard now?” he asked, a cinic smile on his face. “you really want your kid to grow up without a father? what about when he grows up… finds out that i, his real father, came back looking for him, and you denied him that?”

“he has a father.” you said, “he doesn’t even know you exist, he doesn’t need you. charles is his father, in every sense of the word.”

“his birth certificate doesn’t say so,” he pulled out a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket, it was a copy of theo’s birth certificate.

“where did you get this?” charles asked, snatching the paper from him.

“you really didn’t think it through when you got involved with this one, did you?” he said. “you just wanted the money, forgot about the ugly side of fame, didn’t you?”

“shut up. we all know that you’re not really interested in being part of his life,” you didn’t want to say theo’s name in front of him. you knew he knew what his name was, but you felt that, if you said it, it would make everything feel real. “what do you really want?”

“no,” charles said, “he has no right to come here and start demanding things.”

“oh, but you wouldn’t want me to go to news outlets and tell everyone my side of the story, would you? how you left without a word in the middle of the night and didn’t even tell me about the existence of my kid, how i looked for you everywhere and was heartbroken to see my little boy in another man’s arms,”

“that’s bullshit!” you said. “you were the one who walked away from me, from us. you’re the coward who abandoned me and left me to fight all alone so i could give my son a good future.”

“it’ll be your word against mine, then…” he raised an eyebrow and charles wanted nothing more than to slap the smug grin out of his face. “unless,” he started, “you made a good pick. the french prince here could be the answer to all your problems.” he smiled, “i want three million in my bank account by tomorrow.”

“oh, you pathetic piece of shit! money? all of this because you want money? you’re unbelievable.” you said.

“give me the three million and i’ll keep my mouth shut, if not… i think tmz will pay a lot for this juicy exclusive,”

“what exactly…” charles said, “what exactly is your plan?” he asked, “you’re just going to go there and show them this obviously fake document… and then what?”

“if i can’t have him… then i might as well ruin your career and reputation. because how could you take away my legal rights as a father away from me?”

“see, that’s the thing. you have none of that. you might have been the sperm donor, but you’re not his father. not by merit, not legally either.”

you let out a deep breath, knowing where charles was going with that.

december 23rd, the previous year.theo opened his eyes, seeing the sun coming in through the curtains of his room. he was happy the day was sunny, he had seen so many cloudy days one after the other that month. he liked december, he liked all the holidays that came with it, and he liked the snow. he liked that christmas was going to be the next day.

but, if christmas was the next day, that meant that day was his birthday. finally!

he removed the covers off him and ran out of his room. he carefully opened the door to ava’s room. he rushed to her crib, seeing his little sister sleeping peacefully. he extended his arm and touched her arm. he liked having a sister. he wanted two or three more.

as he walked out of his sister’s room, he smiled as he went to his parents’. he was ready to jump into bed with them, he wanted to say good morning. and he wanted cuddles. but the smile fell off his face once he saw the empty room. theo frowned. he closed the door and was about to call out for you, but remembered that ava was still sleeping. he kept walking until he reached the living room.

a gasp left his lips as he saw balloons, confetti on the floor, and other decorations hung up on the walls. theo had decided that he wanted his birthday to be cars themed. not just cars in general, but the movie cars. he liked to think that his dad was like lightning mcqueen, he -theo- was mater, of course.

“look who’s up!” he heard, and saw you walking to him with a smile on your face. “happy birthday, my big boy!” you kneeled in front of him and extended your arms. he ran to you, and you wrapped him in your arms. “i can’t believe it’s your birthday again, i’m going to need time to slow down,” you smiled as you looked at him, pushing his (y/h/c) hair out of his face.”

“no, mommy! i want to be big! like daddy!” he said, making you smile as you cupped his cheek with your hand.

“what did i do?” charles said as he walked in.

“daddy!” theo left your arms to run to charles. he picked him up with ease.

“happy birthday, theo,” charles whispered in his ear as he hugged him tightly against himself.

after a fun day celebrating theo, you returned home, you went to ava’s room to change her, she was already asleep, exhausted after missing her afternoon nap. when you returned, theo had already changed into his pjs as well, and was sitting at the kitchen counter.

“mommy! daddy says you have one more surprise for me,” he was tapping the counter with his hands, unable to contain his excitement.

“oh, that’s right baby. this surprise is a little different than the rest of the other surprises, it’s not a toy or something you can play with, it’s something very important,” you explained, theo nodded. “come on,” you held out your hand, theo got down from his chair and walked to you.

“daddy!” he said, extending his own hand for charles to grab. charles smiled, you could tell that he was nervous. you reached the study, and you grabbed a folder with a bunch of papers in it.

“do you remember when you said you didn’t want to lose me?” charles asked, theo nodded after a few seconds, “that’s never going to happen theo. i know that you know that i didn’t help make you, but i love you as if you were my own, because you are. you are my son, and i love you with all my heart.”

charles was kneeling next to theo, with a protective hand on the little boy’s arms.

“these papers… they just make it all official. if i sign these papers, you will be my son, even though to me you already are, and have been since the moment i saw you.”

“and you’ll never go away?” theo asked.

“never. you and your mom and your sister are everything i could ever ask for, these papers will just make adult things a lot easier.”

“okay.” theo said, hugging his father. “i love you, daddy,”

“i love you too, my little boy,”

“theo has a father. that’s me. the adoption process took years, but last year, at last, he became my son. you have no right to come into my house and start threatening us with lies that no one will believe. now, you have three seconds to leave before i call security.”

“this isn’t over,” he said. you scoffed.

“it never even started, in the first place.”

he was opening his mouth to say something, but you shut the door in his face, locking it before he could even touch the knob. charles immediately took out his phone and called the security guards of the building. you watched through the peephole as he struggled against the tight hold the guards had on his arms. you let out a deep breath of relief once you realized you were safe.

charles wrapped his arms around you, and you hid your face against his chest, letting out the tears that you had been holding back.

“it’s okay. we’re okay. he won’t bother us again, i promise.” he whispered into your ear, and you nodded, trying to recompose yourself.

“i love you so much,” was all that you could say.

after taking a few minutes to figure out what your next step was, you went to look for your kids. you found arthur on the ground, with theo on top of him as he stabbed him with a toy sword. ava was watching everything from the side.

“i’m king arthur now!” theo said, you couldn’t help but shake your head. he was still a little hurt that his uncle was named like the main character in his favorite bedtime story. “daddy! mommy, you’re back!” theo said as he saw you both standing there. you kneeled and wrapped your arms around him as he ran to you. “we’re playing with uncle king. can you play with me and bava?”

bava. baby ava. bava.

“of course, my love.”

“bava, shut up!” theo whispered, ten-year-old ava rolled her eyes at his brother.

“you try keeping marc quiet, then,” she handed their two-year-old brother to theo.

“bava, shut up!” they both heard a quiet, but squeaky voice say from behind them.

“not you too, rose,” ava muttered under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as she heard five-year-old rose talk, and it was only a matter of time before…

“bava, shut up!” there it was. lily. rose and lily, lily and rose. twins.

“great work, genius,” ava slapped the back of theo’s head, which made the twins giggle.

“bava-” marc started, he didn’t want to feel left out, but ava placed her hand on the little boy’s mouth, shushing him.

“everyone shut up, you’re going to ruin the surprise.” she ordered, and all her siblings listened to her for once. it sometimes felt as if she were the oldest one, and not theo.

“everyone ready?” theo asked, still holding marc in his arms. the twins nodded as they each held one end of the sign they’d made. “okay, one, two…” theo opened the door to his parents’ bedroom, silently praying that they were decent.

“good morning, sun. good morning, sky. good morning, mom. good morning, dad. good morning, theo, ava, lily, rose, and marc.”

they all chanted as they entered, waking up their parents. their mom rested her weight on her elbows, as she looked up at all her children standing at the end of her bed.

“guys,” you smiled, feeling tears gathering in your eyes as you read the sign they’d made.

purple letters covered in glitter, their handprints with paint, you wondered how they’d managed to do this without you finding out.

“happy birthday, mom!” they all jumped in bed with you and charles, even theo. you were showered in kisses and cuddles and words whispered in your ear.

“thank you, guys… you make me feel like the luckiest mom in the world,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around little marc a little tighter.

in truth, you really were so incredibly lucky. you had five perfect, healthy and happy kids, a great husband who was always there for you, who loved you and cherished you with his entire being. you couldn’t ask for anything else. you had everything you could ever ask for or dream of. life couldn’t get any better.

later that day, as the moon made its way up, illuminating everything in a soft white beam, you felt charles’ lips against your neck.

“did you enjoy your birthday, mon coeur?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer to that.

“of course. i still can’t believe the kids made that without me figuring it out. i’m always good at sniffing when they’re up to something,” you said, smiling softly. despite all the years you’d been together, you still couldn’t get enough of charles, everytime you looked at him felt like the first time, that one time you’d agreed to go on a blind date set up by your best friend. “maybe my mom instincts are going away, or something,” you said, placing your chin on charles’ chest, looking up at him.

“hmm,” he hummed, “maybe we should do something to stop that from happening,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“like what?”

“let’s have another one?”

“another kid?” you said, chuckling incredulously, “are you serious?”

“i mean…” he started, running the pads of his fingers up and down your back, “our youngest is not a baby anymore,” he continued.

“you want the good morning and good night list to keep getting longer, don’t you?” you laughed. “you really want to have another kid?” you asked, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it.

“if you want to, of course. i’m perfectly happy with how our family is right now, but…”

“it’s not complete yet,” you said, charles’ eyes widened a little. you bit your lip, shifting so you were now on top of him, straddling his hips with one leg on either side of him. “let’s do it,” you smiled.

nine months later, as little ava leclerc carried her new baby sister, she started counting back nine months. she was incredibly smart for her age, she was the brightest student in her class, by her own merit, you and charles gave all of your kids the freedom to excel in what was natural for them, you didn’t pressure them into getting good grades because you knew it didn’t matter. ava, though, she liked being the smartest. she knew how babies were made, and as she counted the months and reached (y/b/m), she frowned. what had happened in (y/b/m)?

then it hit her.

“happy birthday mom,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.

@spideyanakin @ireallydontknowdudee @mysticalnightenthusiast

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moodyclouds89 · 3 years ago

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The sano siblings with a latin/hispanic s/o

Characters: Shinichiro, Mikey, Emma, and Izana

Gn reader!

Manga spoilers for izana part![kinda?]

Shinichiro sano

Okay first off, you two met in his bike shop.

Your cousin was really into bikes and shit so he invited you to come with him to fix the bike his dad[your tio] got for him.

The moment you stepped foot into the shop you saw a handsome tall man with black hair working on a bike.

He turned around when he heard you both enter. Your cousin explained what was wrong with the bike while you stood silently there behind him.

And boy oh boy was Shinichiro having a hard time concentrating on what your cousin was saying. His eyes wander off to you every chance he gets.

You were just so cute it had him blushing and he was just shy!

So after your cousin is done explaining everything he leaves his bike for Shinichiro to fix. As you two were walking out of the shop, Shinichiro stopped you and nervously asked for your number.

You found this cute seeing him blush and being nervous. And so you did. You gave him your number and he was honestly surprised. You waved goodbye before leaving and the man felt like he was on cloud nine.

So fast forward, you and shin become friends and then soon he ask you out, which you of course said yes to cuz it's Shinichiro🤨[mans is so cute😚]

Anyway

He felt like the luckiest man on earth, you were just so sweet and kind [and let's not forget about how beautiful/handsome you are] that it had him blushing and just utterly in love.

He would always invite you over to his house or with friends to hang out and shit.

His friends were surprisingly shocked how he could bag someone as beautiful/handsome as you.

Though they were happy for the man.

He loves loves LOVESSS when you invite him over for special holidays or events.

Your family already loves him. I mean he is tall, handsome, sweet, owns a shop and just amazing.[let's forget about him being a loser tho😁]

Your mom is happy that you have a nice person like him in your life. She would always tease him when she catches him staring at you with so much love and adoration.

Like to be invited to parties. Like c'mon the food😋

He always saw how you would go and dance with family members or friends and it made him want to learn so he can dance with you.

He loves dancing bachata with you😩💕

Just being so close to you makes his heart flutter.

And of course his siblings already know you. They literally love you because you're so nice to them and you also cook for them sometimes! You cook them your home country foods and they are obsessed😋 especially mikey.

Anyway this man would do anything for you and he would go out of his way to fight people if they think anything negative of you or you two's relationship. [Maybe not fight but just give them a piece of his mind with words if that makes sense]

He would also learn your native language to be able to communicate with any family members who don't know Japanese and just to be able to hear the chisme💀 also so he can call you cute nicknames💖

Manjiro sano [mikey]

Y'all met through some friends.

When you first met mikey you were a little scared since he was literally a gang leader💀

Mikey saw you talking with takemichi while he was getting ready to snatch the boy away but stopped when he saw you.

Felt his heart skip a beat. Like you were so beautiful/handsome mans had to double check. He walked up to takemichi with a grin and said "michy who your friend?"

Takemichi introduced you two and you first thought he was going to break you in half for talking with takemichi. But were surprised when he just giggled and said " I like you, you're my friend now!".

You stood there like🕴

So fast forward you soon started to warm up to mikey and y'all became the best of friends. Y'all would be seen together almost every day and would cause trouble.

He just couldn't help but feel his heart flutter when you would smile or talk to him.

Mans was in loveee😩💕

He started forming a big crush on you which later led him to confess. You at first were shocked because you didn't think he would like you back. But you quickly accepted and you both started dating.

He would take you out to eat and take you to his favorite and secret spots or places.

Would take you out to late night or early morning drives all around the city. You both would also get some dorayaki.

He would invite you to hang out with his friends and also to toman meetings.

He squeals when you cook him some of your culture's food for the first time. Mans felt like he was in food heaven because it all tasted so good. He would always look up to days when you feel like making some of your favorite cultural food.

Loves going to parties or special events/holidays.

The food was so good he would literally get up to get his 5th plate. Your grandma loves him. He loves it when your grandma would cook him food and insisted that he eats more.[ which of course he does]

Your mom would literally show him your baby pictures while you're all embarrassed and trying to take the photo album away.

He would laugh and tease you but also say how adorable you are.

Would try to learn how to dance when he sees how much you like it. In every party he invited to your at least on the dance floor dancing.

So mans would learn just to dance with you💕

Would also try learning the language. He finds it cool and wants to learn to communicate with your family members.

Would get teased by draken seeing him learn all this because he loves you so much.

Would probably teach your younger siblings/cousins how to do his famous kick which results in you scolding him because now they do it all the time and one of them accidentally broke your mom's vase.

He would also listen to your funny childhood stories about you and your cousins which always have him laughing his ass off.

Would be so invested in the family chisme that he would literally sit there while eating some dorayaki😭

Loves it when you talk in your native language. Would literally sit there watching you talk to some family with heart eyes.

Little shit would smash your face in a cake on your birthday and laugh😁💖

Would hide about the fact that he's a gang leader since he doesn't want your parents to hate him or worry about your safety😕

He would beat the absolute shit out of someone if they ever dare to talk bad about you or the relationship.

Big fan of tres leches😩

Emma sano

Okay so bae had a crush on you for some time now. You were popular among your grade because of your kindness. So that resulted in Emma forming a big crush on you.

She would be blushing like crazy when you two would make eye contact or talk here and there.

You found emma cute so you started talking to her more and you both became friends. Emma was thrilled to be friends with you but she wanted something more.

So she did everything she can to make you like her more than a friend but you already do😭

So when you confess to her in the most romantic way she immediately said yes.

You both started dating and you both were known as the cutest couple in school😚

So when she first met your family she was kinda nervous. She spent hours trying to find good clothes and getting ready for a good first impression.

She even practice how to learn simple words in your language so she can communicate with your parents well if they didn't know Japanese🥺[love her💕]

Anyway your parents love her. She was so sweet and did her best in speaking their language which they appreciate.

Always invited to family events and cook outs🤞

You love scaring her with stories from your country💀

When you guys are at school you both would literally spill tea in your language while everyone else just watches like "wtf"

Big fan of reggaeton‼ she would literally be listening to daddy yankee or bad bunny while doing her makeup💅 [she also listen to other artists but this is her main two]

Babes also loves romeo santos

She loves dancing bachata or cumbia with you‼ AND SHE GOOD AT IT TOO!!

learn how to cook your traditional dishes😋 you and her would be goofy around in the kitchen while cooking.

She would go hard on the pinata😭 like damn girl.

She would always let you do her hair🥺

You both would go on cute dates💕

You call her cute nicknames which makes her blush when she knows the meaning. She would also do it to you too.

She loves the tea so expect her to be in listening to the family chisme💅

You both would team up when the pinata breaks.

Your younger siblings or cousins love her💖 she would always bring them sweets or food and she is also so sweet so your younger relatives always looked up to the days she visited.

Your happy your family and her get along<3

You would cuss tf out of someone if they ever disrespected her in any way.

Izana kurokawa

Okay so y'all both met when you accidentally Bump into him which resulted in him dropping his drink that he just bought.

The moment you saw his gang uniform your soul left your body.

You apologize and apologize and bought him a new drink.

You apologize once more before going to leave but he grabs your wrist and you were scared but he only said.

"Thank you"

You were speechless like🕴

So anyway after that izana couldn't stop thinking about you.

He wanted to talk to you more but didn't know how since he didn't know your name or anything.

So he gave up.

But then one day he and Kakucho were hanging out in an arcade and he immediately recognized you when he saw you there.

He was surprised when you looked at their way and your eyes lit up. You quickly walked towards them but nothing prepared him for what was about to happen next.

"Omg kakucho? Is that you? It's been so long!"

Yep, turns out you were kakucho childhood friend. When you saw izana once again you were shocked.

Anyway y'all started hanging out after you apologized for the hundredths time while izana just brushed it off.

You two became besties🤞

He felt comfortable in your presence and started developing a small crush on you which eventually turned into a big one.

So imagine his surprise when YOU decided to confess to him and say how much you like him.

He felt relieved that you felt the same and so you both started dating.

He would take you out on cute dates and bring you to tenjiku meetings.

So fast forward when he meets your family

He is nervous

Like mans felt a little scared and didn't want to disappoint them😭

So when he first met your parents your dad was a little skeptical at first. But after some time your dad started warming up to izana.

Anyway your mom loves him. She would literally treat him like her kid and he was a little surprised at first but started loving it as time went by.

Your dad started treating him the same too. Often bringing him to do stuff like fix cars, bikes, or even little surprises for you and your mom.

Your family started treating him like he was a part of the family which made him shed a few tears.

The moment you found izana silently crying in his room you quickly rushed to him to ask what was wrong but only to be met with izana smiling.

You knew about his past and how his mom abandoned him and that he doesn't have any family. So when he saw how your family was treating him with love and care he couldn't help but cry.

You smiled while pulling him into a hug and giving him a kiss on his forehead💖

Anyway man is in love with you.

He loves helping out with decorating when it comes to party planning or for any family events.

He is good at cumbia and salsa😍[I JUST KNOW HE IS]

he is obsessed with your dancing skills like😍 when he saw you dance at a party he literally begged you to teach him.

Likes the spicy food you are cooking for yourself. Like you could be eating it and he would just take it away from you and you just stare like🤨

When he has to help with the pinata he loves giving the kids a hard time😭

You and him would go to war when the pinata breaks😍🤞

Except him to know all the chisme cuz he lives for it.

When he first started learning your native language you remember when he miss pronounced a word and you literally couldn't stop laughing for a good 5 minutes and he was soo embarrassed😭😭😭

Anyways he is always asking you to tell him more about your culture since he finds it very interesting and wants to know everything about you and your home country.

He would knock someone out if they ever think about saying something negative about you or your family.

He always promises on protecting you and your family since he now thinks of them as his own🥺

He very happy to have you in his life<3

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I swear if tumblr squeezes my words together one more time imma lose it😭

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #hispanic reader #latin reader #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers shinichiro #tokyo revengers emma #tokyo revengers izana #tokyo revengers fluff #fluff

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darklordazalin · 2 years ago

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Azalin Reviews: Strahd von Zarovich of Barovia

Domain: Barovia Formation: 351 BC Power Level: 💀💀💀💀 ⚫ (4/5) Personality and sense of fashion: ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ ⚫ (0/5) Sources: 37 years spent living with the smarmy bastard Note: I’m mostly on Twitter, but figured I’d start doing “throw back Thursdays” of the Darklord Reviews here on Tumblr to give the site a shot. Von Zarovich is the Darklord of Barovia. Strahd claims, “I am the ancient. I am the land,” and given that Barovia is a small mud slump of a domain full of fear and paranoia where the peasantry live out hollow lives, this is an accurate statement. Strahd is Barovia.

He is the first Darklord and claims to be the first vampire, even though in his private journals he states he is much younger than Jander Sunstar, an elven vampire that found himself pulled into Barovia. If you’re going to lie, you should at least destroy evidence to the contrary, but I always found Strahd to be a dumb genius.

It took him far too long to divulge the exact details of the night the Mists formed, which was infuriating. How was I to discover a way for us to get out of his tiny domain without the proper information? Thankfully, I had already discovered his “hidden” journal and read it so when he finally decided to tell me, I knew the details he left out.Strahd’s people considered him to be a war hero, though I’m sure the other side of the war saw him, more accurately, as a bloodthirsty tyrant. Strahd won at some point and once the war was over, he became restless and found his new role of ruling a realm tedious.

Strahd viewed himself as someone who couldn’t afford “friends”. But, I believe it is his paranoia and pride that blinded him to the fact that not only did his younger brother, Sergei, idolize him but his Commander, Alex Gwilym, would have done anything for him. Even his priest, Ilona Darovnya, was devoted to him.Strahd found meaning again when he met Tatyana Federovna, a young peasant woman he fell in love with, but she was already engaged to Sergei. I’m sure family diners were more awkward than normal as Strahd tried to court his brother’s betrothed. Ah to be a fly in the wall watching Strahd play Tatyana some love-sick song on his overly dramatic organ as his brother looked on.

He half-heartedly attempted to distract himself from Tatyana by devoting himself to studying magic. That should have been enough. Magical research can consume one’s mind for years upon years, but not everyone has my devotion and patience.

It was Alek that brought Strahd the book that led to his doom. The book contained rare magics but, and this made me laugh given how often he gloated about me being unable to learn new magics, he couldn’t read it. Which drove him a bit mad, especially after he found a spell regarding the heart’s desire. Of course, this was the Dark Powers meddling as they guided him down a path he could have turned away from many times.

After obsessively trying to learn the spell, an entity, which Strahd referred to as “Death” (not to be confused with my Lowellyn), offered to remove his rival for Tatyana’s love and for him to no longer age. Death did not specify what he must do, but he foolishly agreed to “anything”. Arrogance, your name be Strahd. He believed he actually had a chance with the woman who loved his much kinder, handsomer, and younger brother.

This resulted in Strahd killing Alek and drinking his blood for the crime of potentially witnessing him talk with “Death”. He then killed Sergei and drank his blood the night he was to wed Tatyana. Real nice. Could have done it any day, but he had to be all dramatic and kill him on what was supposed to be Sergei’s “happiest day”. At least, that’s what I hear some marriages are like.

Instead of giving Tatyana a moment to grieve for the loss of the man she loved, Strahd decided to make his move that same night. Dumb genius. As you can imagine, this did not go well and the Mists formed as he tried to seduce her and instead of accepting him, she ran and flung herself off the cliffs from the parapet of Castle Ravenloft. This is the only proper response to Strahd’s courtship.

So, there you have it, Strahd became a vampire and started this whole mess with the demiplanes because he could not accept a woman telling him “no”. Oh and even though he rules Barovia, he still calls himself “Count”. Why not King? His inability to let go of the past, I suppose.

As a vampire, I admit, he is one of the most powerful I have encountered. He is also one of the most talented pupils of the arcane I have ever taught, though lacks patience. With his talent in magic, the sword, and as a strategic genius, he is not one to be underestimated. Of course, he has countless weaknesses and vulnerabilities. For example, it is better to plan an attack while he sleeps in his coffin than when he is at his full strength.

His curse is to encounter reincarnations of Tatyana and witness her death again and again. Honestly, it seems Tatyana gets the bad end of this bargain. Though, I have always wondered if it is truly her coming back or something the Mists created to torture him.

#ravenloft #strahd von zarovich #dnd #darklordreviews

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mguvmii · 2 years ago

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Akane(boy), Yamabuki (Lemon), Teru and Kou when their S/O ex flirts with them :O

hi anon! Omg I can't believe I got a request to include Lemon! He's such an underrated character I love him so much 😭 he's a total mood too I kin him. Hope you enjoy! Lots of love from Beth ♡!

characters ; Akane (boy) , Lemon , Teru , Kou , gn!reader

note; unless you send in a specific gender, I write gender neutral readers

- he knew you had a terrible ex and hated them. Didn't even try to hide it. He promised to protect you if they ever showed up again. You didn't give him a name.

- surprise! The next day , his s/o's ex showed up! Turns out your ex was also a student in a grade above you. The only reason he knew it was your ex was because of your expression.

- he glared at them, hoping to scare them off. It didn't work. Your ex isn't worthy of being in your presence.

- when your ex approached you and had the audacity to FLIRT with you in front of him? Oh he was so mad.

- he immediately embraced you. He pulled you far away from your ex and got upset with him.

- " Don't think you have another chance with them, they're MY s/o now not yours. You didn't treat them right what makes you think you deserve them now?"

- after he was done yelling at the guy , he dragged you off somewhere as far as the school would let him. Protectiveness 100% you're his love.

- you found the way he stood against your ex cute. To see how much he cares made you happy.

- long story short, he pretty much issued a restraining order on your ex 💀 not actually but he made sure your ex didn't see OR approach you at all.

- at first glance , you didn't think he'd care. I mean, he's almost always on his phone posting on social media about his daily life.

- don't let that fool you! Lemon actually DOES care! He cares a bit too much that it can be kind of overwhelming so he tends to pass things off nonchalantly.

- it happened after school. You both were in the gardening club tending to some flowers together. It was a special time where Lemon WASN'T on his phone. You two were talking, sharing smiles and laughs. He held onto your hand it was nice.

- until this person approached you and smiled a little too friendly. Of course , Lemon knew you knew this person. It wasn't until your ex said "Y/n I'm sorry about treating you horrible" that he realized this was your ex.

- yes he rolled his eyes at the other. He found your ex's words insincere and it made him upset.

- Lemon didn't immediately get super angry though. If anything , he squeezed your hand and tugged your person to his side to ground himself.

- your ex knew Lemon was your boyfriend. It was clear. What made him even more upset was how your ex was flirting with you in front of him.

- compliments , sweet nothings you name it. Of course , you were uncomfortable and upset yourself.

- bring out protective boyfriend. Lemon HATED seeing you like this so he pushed you behind him.

- he had a nonchalant attitude when telling off your ex, yet his words were scary.

- "You've already had your chance and blew it. You deserve as much attention as the dirt. Get out of here before I hurt you."

- Lemon will threaten your ex with slandering him all over the internet. This mf definitely found dirt on him and threatened to post it telling the whole world. Your ex was scared off.

- you're really grateful Lemon helped you :( he loves you so much. The boy will ask if you're okay and hug you tight.

- his threatening kept your ex away for sure. Lemon still ended up slandering them on the internet that night 💀

- I feel like he'd have a similar approach as Lemon , except he gets a bit more protective and just a tad possessive. (Not in a yandere way 😰)

- you two were organizing papers in the classroom for student council while eating some half decent cookies Teru tried making the night before TT

- someone knocked on the door and your ex showed up. Teru knew what they looked like because you told him in great detail.

- your ex asked you to talk in the hallway for a moment or two.

- "No. They're not going with you."

- Teru was super quick to shut them down 💀 you reassured him though that it was okay and you'll be back.

- Teru wouldn't let you go but eventually he caved and allowed you to leave.

- doesn't mean he didn't eavesdrop. The boy immediately stood next to the door and listened in on your conversation.

- your ex ended up apologizing, saying they were dumb to let you go , they would like a second chance bla bla bla

- your ex will tell you he regrets it , throwing in compliments. They'll flirt without shame in hopes you'll take them back.

- you said no 🙄 you already had a beautiful amazing boyfriend. Your ex hated that. Your ex made the fatal mistake of saying he wasn't good for you (fucking hypocrite.)

- Teru will be there quicker than you can blink, shielding you behind his body. Oh boy he has that scary glare on 😰

- "Unlike you I don't have a poor sense of judgement. Its not nice saying something when you're the same. It makes you a pathetic hypocrite."

- his icy tone man is enough to scare anyone away.

- he'll threaten them, even casually mentioning that he comes from a long line of powerful people. He'll also throw in how amazing you are and you deserve to be happy after the bs you went through with your ex.

- eventually your ex leaves without putting up a fight. You wrapped your arms around Teru's waist in a back hug. You loved him. Definitely chose the right one.

- Teru will make sure you're okay first and then gently lead you inside the classroom to continue.

• He's the sweetest boy fr.

• you didn't mention your ex simply because they weren't worth mentioning. You had Kou now and you loved him.

• You found a note in your locker asking to meet them at the rooftop. Of course that's where Kou, Nene, Hanako and you eat lunch so you went.

• turns out it was your ex asking you to meet💀

• I head canon that when Kou finds out this is your ex, he'll be a bit insecure and doubt himself. Its just how he is.

• he will glare at them, hovering by your side as your ex spouted bs about wanting you back. Kou was sulking the entire time.

• he believed that you'll always love your ex, especially if they were your first. Hell no 💀 someone tell Kou your ex is trash.

• your ex knew Kou was your boyfriend, yet they decided to flirt with you shamelessly in wooing you over.

• Kou was shocked. He couldn't believe this person was flirting with HIS s/o. Nah protectiveness x10

• "You shouldn't flirt with someone who's already taken! Besides you don't deserve them there's a reason you're their EX. S/o is mine so hands off!"

• he'll use the 'im more powerful than you' card and flex on how he's much better. He'll also try and threaten them but it doesn't work. He's just too wholesome.

• Eventually he drove your ex off. You were grinning the whole time.

• he was so precious you felt like you didn't deserve him.

• give this boy reassurance. He's a little insecure and scared your ex somehow made your heart flutter again. Tell him your ex means nothing you have no feelings. You love Kou so much he's precious:(

• kiss him on the cheek for him to grow bright red! A kiss on the lips to make him malfunction.

• you were so grateful Kou was there to confront your ex and drive them off.

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tomanpeach · 3 years ago

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help me remember then help me forget – college au! draken x reader (part 2)

summary: you wake up the morning after a party and realize you might've had too much to drink. thankfully, draken is there to help you piece the night back together..

a/n: contains mentions of alcohol and drinking!! bit more ~suggestive~ in this part but kind of tame still! the next part is gonna keep me from getting into heaven though rip if you've been reading so far thank you so so much and enjoy the rest!!! <3

taglist: @trashmemebitch

(let me know if you'd like to be added!)

part 1

mikey had been right: your apartment wasn't far from draken's. glancing at the map on your phone, you decide to walk. you're grateful that it's a saturday morning and still early, because there's nobody around to see you sobbing and sniffling through the neighborhood. and it feels good to release it all. your pounding headache, the terrible queasiness in your stomach, and of course, the overwhelmingly embarrassment of having made such a colossal fool of yourself in front of draken.

you replay everything he told you over and over in your head, imagining every possible dumb thing you could have said or done. you couldn't believe you had actually thought you'd slept with him! you'd be lucky if he ever even spoke to you again after all this.

you wanted desperately to apologize again, apologize better. you wonder if you should talk to mikey and ask how best to repay his friend for putting up with the drunken bullshit of a stranger for an entire night. you should probably apologize to mikey, too, for good measure. part of you would rather just delete all your social media, change your name, and transfer to another university instead.

after some painkillers for the headache and a long, hot shower, you climb into your bed where you are determined to spend the rest of the day. as soon as you're comfortable, however, your phone buzzes. you have half a mind to ignore it but then it buzzes again. and again. and one more time. will this day never fucking end? you think, snatching the phone away from its charger and bringing it to your face. it's mikey. of course it's mikey.

mikey [8:33AM]: i feel like i got hit by a fuckin train

mikey [8:33AM]: are you good? you went so hard last night LMAO

mikey [8:33AM]: did you get home ok?

mikey [8:33AM]: oh wait kenchin walked you home right??

staring at the messages you wonder what draken will tell him about the night. has he already told him? they're best friends after all. or maybe he doesn't know anything yet. would it be better to tell him first? avoid some of the teasing? you really were sick of all that fucking teasing. whatever, let's get on with it.

y/n [8:34AM]: lmaooo same my head feels like it's gonna explode

y/n [8:34AM]: i blacked out last night :/ don't remember a single thing after playing bp

mikey [8:34AM]: shit no way!!! we had a lot of fun dude, sorry you don't remember it LMAO

y/n [8:34AM]: lol that's good. i was waaaayyyyy too fucked up though 💀

mikey [8:35AM]: kenchin told me you threw up :(

you groan loudly, breaking the silence in your room. of course draken had been in contact with mikey, that's the only reason the two of you had met in the first place. mikey probably already knew everything.

y/n [8:35AM]: yeah he told me, too. i literally don't remember anything but i'm sure i was so awful and messy i'm so fuckin embarrassed your friend had to babysit me

mikey [8:36AM]: noooo don't be! shit happens!! we all have our nights

y/n [8:36AM]: he told me the same thing... i still feel like shit tho :/

y/n [8:36AM]: can never show my face around your friends ever again lol

mikey [8:37AM]: LMAO come onnnn stop worrying dude it was fine

mikey [8:37AM]: wanna come get coffee with me?

y/n [8:37AM]: maybe later i'm moping

mikey [8:37AM]: 10??? at the place we went to by campus??

y/n [8:37AM]: ugh fine but i am Not changing out of sweats!! lmao

mikey [8:37AM]: if you don't, i won't either!! see you soon

you try to sleep for a little before meeting mikey but your brain won't turn off and soon it's time to leave. you keep your promise, arriving at the coffee shop near campus just after 10AM in sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt. mikey's already there, waiting at a table facing the door. he smiles when he sees you. he stands and gestures from your outfit to his own, an oversized grey sweater and his high school gym shorts. "we look how we feel, huh?"

he comes over to hug you, patting your back in hungover solidarity. you relax against his chest, the contact is already making you feel better than you had all day. you'd really gotten lucky befriending mikey, you think. he was a good soul. the two of you order coffees and return to the table he'd been at before. you start discussing the night before. mikey filled in some more details from the night, insisting you hadn't behaved anywhere near as poorly as you kept thinking.

"but draken said i begged to go home with him," you grimace, sipping your coffee. "that's so humiliating!"

"stop saying that!" mikey laughs. "he probably thought it was cute, dude!"

"why would anyone think that's cute, mikey??"

"i don't know! he said you were cute, maybe it was all cute to him."

you blink back at mikey. "shut up. he didn't."

mikey laughs, "you don't believe me? when you and hina went to the bathroom after beer pong and kenchin was like–" mikey puffs out his chest and lowers his voice to impersonate his best friend– "'hey, your friend is really cute... is she seeing anyone? are you guys hooking up or something?' and i told him you were single, you're welcome." you drop your head to the table and groan. "what?" mikey laughs at the reaction.

"mikey, this is so much worse! not only did i make a fool of myself in front of your cute friend but your cute friend was also thinking i was cute! i blew it!" "you didn't blow it, you're so fucking dramatic," he snorts, lifting his phone off the table when it starts to vibrate. "draken's prolly the least judgmental person i've ever met. hello?" you massage your temples while he takes the call, suddenly your headache is back. "no way!" mikey blurts, starting to laugh. "yeah, come on, i've got a table!" you raise an eyebrow at him and his lips press together, trying to hold back another laugh. he ends the call with a quick, "see you in a sec."

neither one of you moves as you stare each other down. "mikey," you finally say. he opens his mouth to reply when his eyes focus on something behind you. he gives a friendly wave and you turn to look over your shoulder. fuck me, you almost say it out loud. crossing the threshold into the cafe is draken.

your eyes meet for a second and you spin back to face mikey. "are you fucking kidding me?" you seethe, whisper yelling across the table at him. "he said he saw my car outside and asked if i was here," he raised his hands defensively. "i swear you're gonna be fine. stop being weird." "I LITERALLY WANT TO MELT INTO THE FLOOR." mikey rolls his eyes, chuckling at your bug-eyed panic.

you feel a looming presence behind you. "can i join you guys?" draken's deep voice sends a jolt of electricity through you. you pull out the chair next to him and smile politely. the smirk mikey gives you as draken sits down says, "you're doing great, sweetie." "did you order something?" you ask, hoping you don't sound like you're deeply uncomfortable and want to run out of the establishment.

"nah, not yet," draken leans back comfortably in his seat, glancing over at you with kind eyes.

"here, i got you," mikey stands unexpectedly. "you brought all that beer last night. latte or something?"

"ah, you don't have to do that. thanks, man." draken pats mikey's side appreciatively as he walks past him to the barista. your eyes follow mikey pleadingly as he leaves you alone at the table with draken.

the cafe isn't too crowded, but there are enough people there that there's a pleasant ambiance of conversation and activity. lots to pretend to focus on instead of making small talk or risking further embarrassment. you're glancing around at the other patrons when draken asks, "have you been here before?" you realize a beat too late that he's talking to you. you meet his eyes and nod, "mikey and i usually come here after our lit class. you?" "nah, i don't take lit," he deadpans. you stare at him for a long moment before he breaks into a smile and you both laugh at the dumb joke. the atmosphere between you two feels suddenly softer, more relaxed. he must have sensed how you were feeling when he sat down. you were grateful for his instinct to lighten the mood.

there's a minor commotion and you hear mikey laughing delightedly. you both look over. the barista making draken's drink is doing the absolute most. he’s flicking his wrist, moving his entire body, making a show of pouring the milk for the latte. he makes sure mikey's watching as he finishes it off with a heart design in the foam. draken lets a laugh slip out. “i fucking hate baristas who act like their coffee is performance art...” you mutter quietly and draken snorts out another laugh.

“would your ex do shit like that?”

you aren't sure how to react. the question makes you feel like he's thrown a bucket of cold water in your face. looking at draken's face, though, there's not a hint of cruelty to be found. he isn't teasing, he was really just asking. you try to respond, "uh." strong start. "yeah. he would. it always annoyed the fuck out of me. he thought it was so cool, too." draken smirks, nodding at the answer like he'd expected it.

"sorry, how did you know that?" you ask. "you told me your ex was a barista," he's watching you carefully now, looking for any indication that you might remember the conversation in question. "that, and that he's a piece of shit." you let out a laugh and he seems relieved at your reaction. "i don't remember telling you about him," you say. "but yeah, he is a piece of shit. and a barista."

you suddenly think to ask draken what else you disclosed about your ex. the possibilities make you feel a little panicky. but mikey returns with draken's coffee and the time to ask follow up questions is decidedly over. the three of you have a surprisingly pleasant time together drinking coffee and chatting. how normal and even friendly draken is being to you has your embarrassment melting away. having mikey as a buffer helps, too. and even when draken and mikey start to talk about matters or people you didn't know, you're happy to just listen to them chat. you're beginning to understand why you'd stuck around with them at the party even after hina had left.

when mikey gets up to grab a napkin, draken leans forward in his seat a bit, "i just remembered that i have your clothes at my place. i threw them in the wash last night after... you know." your stomach twists at the mention of last night. "right," you manage. "and i have the clothes you lent me, too." "i'll be on campus on monday. we can do a trade then." mikey returns and dabs at the coffee he'd dripped onto the table. "sure," you nod. "i only have two classes monday." "i'll be in the shop all day, do you know where that is?"

“shop? like wood shop?” you ask, a bit confused. the corner of draken’s mouth lifts in a smirk. mikey laughs, “no, an auto shop. It’s for the mechanic students. ken fixes bikes, though.” “bikes?” you look to draken who just nods, seemingly content letting mikey speak for him. you were starting to understand their dynamic a bit better now. “and not bike bikes, but like, motorcycles.”

“wow, that’s awesome!” you blurt. “i don’t know anything about… well, anything mechanical at all.”

“i'll show you around when you come grab your things if you want,” draken offers, his low voice even and casual. "sounds cool!" you find yourself nodding excitedly, ignoring the voice in your head that's wondering why you're suddenly so passionate about motorcycle repair...

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when monday rolls around you can barely focus during your classes. you're jittery with both nerves and excitement about seeing draken. his clothes have been washed, dried, and neatly folded, and are sitting in a plastic grocery bag in your backpack. not to mention that the question of why you'd been discussing your ex with draken has been lingering in the back of your mind since saturday. you tell yourself that this might be a good time to ask him about it. as your second class ends, you set out for the shop, calling mikey up for directions. he uses coffee shops and weird looking trees as landmarks, but eventually, you make it there. the shop is nestled between one of the university's parking lots and the building where the mechanical classes were held.

the smell of motor oil and gasoline are overwhelming. the sharp whirring of a drill somewhere in the massive garage makes you jump. you narrowly miss being knocked down by two guys carrying tires. as you apologize for being in the way, you also ask if they know draken. "go all the way down this path, hang a left and he'll be at the end," one of them tells you. "thanks!" you smile appreciatively. when the guys think you're out of earshot you hear one of them whisper, "yo, is that draken's girl? she's fuckin' hot." you absolutely let the compliment go to your head, strutting confidently through the repair shop.

exactly where you'd been directed, you find draken. he's seated on a low stool in front of a raised platform, intently working on a bright red motorcycle with what you're 75% sure is a wrench in his hand. the angle he's sitting at gives you a clear look at the dragon tattoo that adorns his temple. god, he's so fucking cool, you think briefly. "hey!" you finally manage, feeling guilty disturbing him when he looks so in the zone. he turns to you and flashes a quick smile, "hey, you find this place okay?"

"yep. i called mikey. he gave very weird yet accurate directions."

"he said it's by the penis tree, didn't he?"

you let out a laugh, nodding hard, "you know him pretty well, huh?" draken smiles again, "unfortunately."

you slide your backpack off your shoulders and pull out the bag of his clothes, "i brought these! thank you again for them." "no problem," he says sincerely. "i've got your stuff on the workbench right there. my hands are just pretty gross right now–" he shows you the black grease stains smeared on his palms. you see a shopping bag on the counter across from him and go over to grab it. you shove the clothes into your backpack and look back to see that draken's returned to his work. it's quiet at this end of the shop and he seems quite at peace.

"i promised you a tour," his rumbling voice brings you back from your thoughts. "i've just gotta get two more of these screws in and i'll be done." "take your time! i'm the one barging in on your work." his lips draw into a smile at your words. you walk around the area he's working in, observing the endless rows of parts, tools, and manuals. in the corner there are three more bikes in various states of being taken apart. you return to draken's side as his phone starts to vibrate in his toolbox beside him.

he answers the call, putting it on speaker so his hands are free to continue his work. “hello?”

“kenny,” it’s a man’s voice. you try desperately to hold in your smile. “i know you’re busy with your studies today but we’re out of paper towels and microwave noodles. do you have any time this afternoon to help me out? it’s a busy day, i won’t be able to go myself.” “towels and ramen. yeah, got it.” “thank you, kenny, you know how much it means to us. see you later.” “see you.” he hits the end call button with his knuckle to avoid touching his phone with grease covered hands.

draken can feel your eyes burning holes into him but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “he’s like my old man,” he explains finally, answering the question without making you ask it. “took me in when i was a kid.” “he called you kenny,” you smile, holding in a giggle. draken finally turns to look at you. “it’s sweet,” you struggle to hold his gaze, his stare too piercing. he exhales softly, almost a laugh, “it is pretty sweet. i actually like it, too.” “you like kenny?” you gush. “can i-"

“we’ll see.”

“you don’t know what i was gonna say!”

“i do know, and my answer is we’ll see.”

you let your head fall back as you laugh. it startles you to think about the humor, the kindness, the heart of this boy. the draken you've gotten to know better over the last few days is so interesting and multifaceted, layer upon layer of personality and intrigue. you turn away slightly when you worry your train of thought has gotten you blushing. you’d almost forgotten the heart racing giddiness of having a crush. a crush. you finally let yourself admit it.

you decide to squat down next to draken’s work bench to get to his eye level and see what he’s working on. he looks at you out of the corner of his eye. he clears his throat and jumps into an explanation, “i’m putting these—“ he holds up a box of shiny silver screws. “into here.” he runs one long finger over some holes in the metal frame of the bike. you grin when he glances at you over his shoulder, realizing he's checking if you’re watching or not. “very cool,” you patronize, teasing him. he gives you a gentle shove and you lose the balance of your squat, nearly tipping over onto the floor. he snorts, smirking at you sideways before moving on to the next screw.

“i can’t believe you’d push a girl,” you get back up to your feet, standing over him. “i really misjudged you.” with a dramatic eye roll he reaches up and takes your hand. in one quick motion he’s tugged you down so your face is just in front of his. he cups your cheek in one large hand. “are you alright?” he asks, feigning sympathy. “did i hurt you?”

you aren’t sure what comes over you next. maybe it’s the fumes from the oil and gas, or the way draken’s dark eyes are dancing with mischief from the banter, but you can’t stop yourself. one second draken is teasing you, and the next, you're leaning forward to close the gap between you until your lips press to his. you pull away, shocked by your own behavior, but draken's hand holds your head and pulls you back to him. you allow his tongue to part your lips and slide into your mouth. he tastes like coffee and mint and something uniquely him and it makes you hungry for more. he rises from his stool, keeping your moving lips connected as he stands up. his massive frame curves around you, as he pulls you into his arms. you pull back again, but only for a gulp of air before crashing your lips to his again. his large hands grip your waist and he lifts you easily onto the countertop.

at his eye level, he no longer has to bend. he stands between your legs and tugs you to the very edge of the counter so you're pressed right up against his hard body. his mouth moves greedily down to your neck and across your collarbone. you whimper when he sucks a mark onto your throat, soothing the pain with a pass of his tongue. his hands come up to rest over your breasts, kneading them gently. his lips have migrated to the other side of his neck but you've been 10 seconds too long without kissing him. you wrap your arms around his neck, "hey...kiss me" your voice comes out in much more of a desperate whine than you intend, but you could care less once you see the smug smile it earns from draken.

"ask me that again," he says. he cradles your face in one hand, thumb brushing over your lower lip.

"kiss. me. please."

"i've been wanting to kiss you since the first moment i met you."

"so kiss me, asshole!"

"watch it," he says, but laughs hard and leans in anyway, letting the last chuckle out against your lips. your brain feels like it's short circuiting as the two of you kiss frantically, hands in hair, against skin, tugging on clothes. it feels like your body is filled with electricity. you're flushed and panting when draken pauses for a breath.

"i'm tellin you," he begins, touching your cheek and looking at you in disbelief. "i've been wanting to do that since the fuckin party." "you said that already," you giggle, reaching up to take his hand from your face and hold it in your own. “listen,” he holds your gaze as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. “i’m not great with this kind of stuff. i'm sure mikey’s already told you that i think you’re really cute, he’s got a huge fuckin mouth, that kid.” you chuckle, but feel your cheeks heating up. “and i know you don’t remember the night we met but we were together that whole night. we talked so much. so much. and i really enjoyed it. so, uh… i guess i’m asking if you'd wanna go out sometime?"

"yeah," you can't contain the goofy smile that takes over your face. "i'd really like that." "cool," he tries to assume his cool guy persona again, clearing his throat. "that, yeah, that sounds good. after the party, i feel like we have a lot of getting to know each other to do again." "sorry," you wince. "i'm sure we had great talks. sorry to waste them." "not a waste," he patted your thigh. "you'll have to let me know what i've already told you. so you don't have to sit through all my shit twice," you hop off the counter. he bends to kiss you once more before stepping aside so you can grab your bag. "i don't mind hearing it again," he leans on the counter, watching you.

"you know, actually, i've been really wanting to ask you," you cross your arms over your chest nervously. "what exactly did i tell you about my ex?"

part 3 (last part!)

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