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Youthfully Felt - Part Three (Gaius Chau x OC)

Summary: Song's dreams finally come true - Gaius comes back for her.

Pairing: Gaius Chau x OFC (Song Page)

A/N: this has been in my drafts forever with the intent of writing more/writing more chapters to this...but i think it's a good ending as is. the rest can be up to you.

Word Count: 1021

Warnings: blood mention, fighting mention, yearning and love reunited

ONE | TWO | THREE

There was chaos and fighting brewing just outside the infirmary doors. There was no one inside except for the Healer who was forbidden to leave. A kind, gentle woman who had lost everything but still smiled at the patients that walked through her door. But even now, when she could only assume that the guard usually posted at the infirmary door was either dead or fighting, she couldn’t bring herself to walk through that door. 

What if the noises outside were just some raucous party that the Chaus occasionally threw? And she opened the door and got her head chopped off by the Clipper outside? Oh, but she knew that wasn’t true. Parties usually didn’t involve the clanging of swords or the screams of the dying. 

Eighteen months she had been trapped inside the infirmary. Eighteen months of Cogs sent inside for minor injuries or coughs with news of the world tucked into their pockets. War had broken out over the Badlands. A travelling messiah who preached of a new Azra roamed. Now Chau was the only Baron standing between the Widow and having total control of the Badlands and the war’s end. She had even been told of rumors, about a month ago, that Gaius had been set free to assassinate this Widow but had defected to her side in order to gain his freedom.

Song wanted that to be true more than anything else. That Gaius was no longer in chains but free and happy. For so long, her heart ached any time she thought of him. Locked in that deep, dark cell. But now, it hurt just a bit less to know that he may have been out there somewhere. Fighting for a cause he believed in. 

Some of the Cogs asked her, “Doesn’t it hurt that he left you imprisoned here?” 

She would always tell them no. For she held out hope that he would come back for her one day. Yes, some days she would doubt. But then she would think of him tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and asking where has my Song’s hope gone? 

In the store room, she shakily rearranged the medicinal herbs. Trying to ignore the crashes and screams from outside, still locked inside out of fear. Outside the window, she caught the distant forest of the farthest corner of White Bone’s grounds. These days, she tried not to look out the windows too much. For they filled her with such a deep, painful longing. To feel the breeze through her hair, the sun on her skin, the smell of the freshly cut grass of the grounds, to go to that gentle stream that always provided her with such comfort. 

The door came open with it’s usual creak. 

Spinning around, she expected to see the Clipper posted at her door checking to make sure she was still there. But instead, it was about the last person she expected to walk in. 

“Gaius,” she whispered. 

He looked beautiful. A little banged up, maybe. But still beautiful. He was wearing a purple velvet jacket and his hair was mussed. Blood was splattered on his face. She couldn’t tell if it was his or not. Last time she saw that face, it was swollen with bruises and he could barely speak. But now he was standing before her, after all this time. Wearing fresh clothes, breathing, alive, well. 

Her throat was closing in on itself as he moved closer to her. He looked just as shocked by her as she was by him. She could see his eyes gloss over with tears just as her vision began to cloud with her own. 

Was this real? Was this really happening? She had dreamed of this for so long. It was the only comfort she could find in those months of solitude. Thinking of the day when Gaius would storm into the infirmary and take her away from here. But after many days and nights of solitude and misery, these visions continued to bring her hope but they also brought her to tears. In the end, the dream where Gaius came back for her and they escaped the Badlands was the only companion she had left. 

But now he was there, standing before her. Inching ever closer with a breathless smile. Had she fallen into some sort of fever induced hallucination? She couldn’t remember having any symptoms that morning. She touched a quick hand to her forehead and felt only the heat of her ever growing flush. 

He was so close now. If this truly was a dream, she didn’t want him to come any closer. Fearing what would happen if she fully fell into this. She put out her hand to stop him. Her palm flat against his chest. She let out a gasp. 

Solid. Warm. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. 

“This is real?” she asked quietly, staring at her hand as she continued to feel him. 

Then he placed his hand over her own. She had forgotten just how big they were. Like the moon eclipsing the sun. He took hold of her hand and put it to his bloodied cheek, forcing her eyes to follow until they met his own. 

“This is real, my Song.” His voice was gruff and quiet. 

“Oh — “ Her tears finally fell as she sunk into the feeling. “Oh.” 

This was real. It felt like her body was buzzing with the flight of hundreds of bees. Like her heart was about to leap from her mouth. Like she could run ten miles or pass out completely. 

Instead of all that, she jumped at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him as tight as possible. Gaius laughed as he put his arms around her waist, drawing her in and holding her flush against him. 

Like in so many of those dreams, they stayed that way for a long time. Holding one another, crying, laughing, taking in new details on one another. They didn’t even say a word to each other. Only this time, this was no dream — it was real.

[teaenthusiast65]

Shadow and Bone Fanfic Idea

Alright Fam, hear me out.

The Darkling falling in love with a living amplifier...? 

Or a fic about Tolya and an original character...?

Or Both. 

Let me know via notes/comments/DM

--Tea 

P.S Hell, even a Lewis Tan or Ben Barnes fic really! 

[visionofvoid]

Homewrecker - MV1 Part Seven

Summary: “these are for you.”

Warnings: simp max 

Pairings: max verstappen x oc

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @ravenqueen27, @octaviareina, @formula1mount, @evans-dejong, @ditttiii, @vita-di-moda, @imheretoread, @alwaysclassyeagle, @luxfrances​, @tall-tanned-tattoo​ 

PART SIX 

“He definitely heard you call it a date.” Carmen spoke through the phone as Blake cleaned up her mess around Lewis’ condo before he came back home. She wanted to leave it in better condition from when she arrived. It had been one week since Max had taken her to his secret spot and the two had been inseparable, up until this moment. She loved being in his company, getting to know him beyond being the dick that she was convinced hated her, beyond Kelly and beyond being a World Champion race car driver. He had so many quirks and tidbits about him that Blake found herself admiring, thinking about when she was all alone. 

“No, no. It definitely slipped out but he didn’t say anything about it.” Carmen scoffed through the phone and Blake could just picture her best female friend rolling her eyes playfully. Of course she never saw Max’s reaction when she let the word slip but she can’t imagine he was paying that much attention to her, or she gathered he was just assuming she meant a friendly date, she did mean that right? “Besides, nothing will ever come of it. It’s like a twisted Romeo and Juliette. I work for his biggest rival team an-”

“And what, Blake?” Carmen questioned making Blake take a quick break from her frantic cleaning and listen to what she had to say. “What could be the worst thing that could happen? You already have fan pages you know. Do you like Max?” Blake didn’t find herself searching for an answer, she already knew. She obviously knew where Max stood with his feelings and he was very respectful with giving Blake all the time and space she needed before anything would ever eventuate but Blake was certain there was some attraction there. Okay, maybe a bit more than some, more like a lot. 

“But what will the boys think? What will Toto think?” The boys were referring to Lewis and George, Max’s biggest rivals. She was also afraid that if she was to engage in anything with Max that it might jeopardise her career though everyone knew she was a vital part of the Mercedes team. 

“They can all learn to deal with it if they truly value you. Besides, they would all want you to be happy, no matter who the other person was.” Blake found herself strolling onto the balcony where she sat down on a chair, looking out over the sea. Boats and yachts were coming in and out of the port and she could only imagine what that would be like, to sail away and enjoy the sun warming her skin. She was heading back to her home in England the following day, all of her bags already packed. She would have to get a bus to Nice in France and then a flight from Nice to London. From there she would pick up her car from the airport and drive to Brackley where she had her apartment, only a few minutes from the Formula One base. It would be a long day of travel, that's for sure. “Hey babes, it’ll all work out. Do whatever feels right.”

“I will, thank you. Listen, I have to go, I have to finish cleaning the house for Lewis before I head home tomorrow.”

“Let me know if anything changes, I’m always here.” The two girls bid their farewell, Carmen hanging up after sending kissing sounds through the phone leaving Blake to giggle at her friend. She was left to her lonesome now in Lewis’ condo. She knew she could easily message Max now that they had each other's phone numbers but she also needed time to sort of process her own feelings, figure out where her head was at. 

The past few days had been amazing; Max showed her his favourite places in Monaco and surrounding, took her out for breakfast, lunch and dinner, invited her over to his condo to watch a movie or a TV show or have a cocktail night where they could dress in their pyjamas. He was extremely respectful, working on getting to know Blake whilst she enjoyed her time one-on-one with him. 

Max had reached for his phone a number of times before finally deciding against it. He knew that Blake was leaving the next day and wanted to give her some space so she could relax a little before but it took every ounce of his being not to just send her one simple message. He knew that the time they spent together for the past few days would probably be the most amount of time they will spend together one-on-one for a long time as they start the prep for the new racing season but he just felt so mellow and himself around her. 

He still received communication from Kelly every now and then asking for him to take her back or trying to guilt him by using Penelope as a pawn which made Max feel quite disgusted but he was strong. He is in love with Blake, and nothing and no one would ever change his mind. 

*   *   *

Blake made it through security with ease which was a relief given the fact that she had a restless sleep the night before. There was just something that was keeping her up which was annoying as she spent most of the day prior cleaning Lewis’ house and making him a vegan slice for him to come home to. The drive from Monaco to Nice was dark, reminding her of when Max drove her an hour away to show her a sunrise like no other, but it was peaceful. The shuttle to the airport had several other tourists; a trio of young girls most likely on a gap year, an older couple with the man sleeping on his wife’s shoulder and a small family. Her flight wasn’t for another few hours so she had time to get a coffee and relax at her gate before it was time to leave.

She had her carry-on bag over her shoulder, her earphones in and a double shot coffee in her hand as she strolled through duty-free and back to her gate. Blake was recognised by some Formula One fans and happily waved, said a brief hello or even took a photo with them but she was beating herself up about not wearing something a little bit more fashionable. She would choose comfort over fashion any day of the week. It’s not that she looked terrible but she didn’t want to look at tagged photos of her wearing baggy sweatpants that were tighter around her thighs and waist than her calves or see her shirt bunched up at the back but appear oversized from the front. She was highly insecure about it but was working on trying to not let it get to her. 

As one song changed into another she heard a slight fuss but chose to ignore it. She was itching to get to her gate so she could sit down, get her book out of her bag and just read until it was time to board her flight. The airport was starting to become busy as time wore on, Blake settled into a chair in the middle of her area at the gate and watched fondly as travellers passed her by. She liked to create different stories for them such as where they were going, why they were travelling and so forth. 

Blake was interrupted by a shadow casting over her as a stranger moved closer, gesturing to the seats near her. She briefly looked up at the man, noticing his cap and face mask and nodded whilst her music continued to play, assuming he was going to take the seat a couple down from her even though there was ample space at her gate. Instead, he sat down in the seat beside her, nodding at her before looking forward, toying with something in a backpack that was placed beside him on another seat to the right of him. Blake was caught off guard, feeling slightly uncomfortable yet didn’t make a big deal out of it as she didn’t want any sort of drama. 

She was about to get her phone out of her pocket to get ready to message someone to make it look like she was busy or had people waiting for her incase worse comes to worse and this man had ill intentions. Instead, the man pulled out two flowers and sat them in his lap; a sunflower and a rose, both fake for the sake of security. Blake watched from her peripheral vision and felt her heart start to race. 

Max’s hands were clammy as he held the two fake flowers in his lap, his cap hiding his gaze and his face mask shielding most of his face. He couldn’t let Blake fly back to England without him getting a chance to say goodbye and honestly he wasn’t too sure what he would say if everything was going to go to plan. It was immensely cliche and he knew that Checo would probably tease him about it, or anyone would tease him about it when word eventually got out about his romantic gesture but here he was. 

Blake found herself taking her earphones out and placing them carefully in her case before turning to the man beside her. 

“If this is some sick jok-”

“It’s me.” The voice was familiar. It calmed Blake as soon as she heard his accent. He gained some attention as he removed his hat and face mask revealing Max underneath. He had a nervous look on his face but Blake felt herself sigh with relief. At least now she knew it wasn’t some strange man that had been stalking her. 

“What are you doing here?” They weren’t yet at the point of wishing each other good mornings or good nights every day but the two would easily fall into a conversation via text or social media every day. As far as Blake was concerned, Max should still be in bed, lapping up all the free time he had before he was to start his training regime and then start to focus on the upcoming season. He most definitely shouldn’t be here in an airport with Blake and he most definitely should not be seeing Blake when she wasn’t as put together as she would have liked. “It’s barely even six in the morning.” 

She noticed that some people were beginning to notice that Max Verstappen was sitting at an airport gate with the general public but he paid them no mind and everyone else seemed to understand that he was busy right now. That and it was early in the morning. Blake was no stranger to early mornings, or lack of sleep, so this was rather normal for her. Of course she was tired hence the coffee but she was functioning. 

“I couldn’t let you go back home without saying goodbye.” Max cringed at the fact that he sounded so dramatic but Blake’s heart just pounded in her chest. 

“You have my phone number and all my socials.” Blake chuckled, crossing one leg over the other and leaned against her arm rest towards Max. Max noticed this and remembered seeing something online that if someone’s body faced you during a conversation or in general that it meant they were focused on you, you had their attention. He was suddenly nervous. She was right, he did have many ways to contact her but in all honesty he just had to see her in person before the two of them both got extremely busy. 

“I know but,” Max began to trail off, thinking of what to say. He had practised in his bedroom that morning, whilst making the booking for the same flight. He added different emphases on words on his drive to the airport, bought two fake flowers impulsively after posing for several photos once he got out of security and bought a brand new hat and face mask to surprise Blake. And now he sat beside her at a loss for words. “These are for you.” He held out the sunflower and rose and hoped she wouldn’t notice how clammy his hands were when she took them. “They're fake, as you can tell.” He mentally slapped himself in the face, of course she could tell. “I don’t think you can take real flowers on a flight but they last longer. God, that makes me sound like a wanker.” Max’s face was flushed red as Blake giggled, the flowers pinched between two fingers as she touched her forehead to his bicep with a grin on her face. At least he was making her laugh. 

“You’re absolutely right, you cannot take flowers on public. I cannot comment on private flights though. I would say you're the expert in that.” Blake went back to her normal position before looking back to Max. Max seemed to ease a little more as she spoke and he felt less guilty about not knowing more about flying publicly. “What I really mean is what are you doing here? Past security and everything.”

“I have never felt more at ease or at home than I had this past week. And before you say anything I know you want to start off as friends and I am absolutely okay with that I really am. Plus, I have never been to Brackley before.” Blake’s eyes softened as she looked up at Max, the man turning his head to return her gaze. Brackley was where her apartment was located and where the Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 based was. She was surprised Max had remembered where her new home was. Though, it was hardly a home as she had only spent no more than two months staying in it since she started her new job with Mercedes and Toto. “I know I should have mentioned something. It was all rather last minute and I thought it would be a movie like romantic gesture but I really should have asked if it was okay with you.”

“Max, it’s okay.” Blake placed an arm on his bicep as a form of comfort. “I just wish you told me so I could help you navigate through security and everything. I bet you haven't done that in a long time, you know, since you have a private jet.” She teased Max, chuckling before rolling his eyes. “Just one thing.”

“Yes, of course. Anything.” Blake thought back to her conversation with Carmen on the phone the day previous. She thought about everything that had happened in the past year from fights and assumptions that Max hated her and working with Kelly to the confession, a new job and relocation, new friends that were a found family. He patiently awaited her answer, the one thing she was asking of him. He would do anything in a heartbeat. 

“Take me on a date. A date date.” That he can do.

[timmyholland]

SOCIAL MEDIA | RICO LEWIS X OC FEM. (+f1 drivers)

Nota: es la primera vez que me animo a escribir al mundo del fútbol x la formula 1, me re gusta y tengo varias ideas, si a ustedes les agrada puedo seguir haciéndolo. besos.

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❝cleaning duty❞ [b.h]

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (oc)

⚓︎ w.c. 1.9k words ⚓︎ tags/warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, none really, flirting + kisses ⚓︎ a/n. Cowritten with my love, @hawkinsglasscloset, for @theocxcanonweek's day one - Play Fighting. Part of Flor and I's Stranger Timeline'verse, in which Win is an exchange student from England, staying with the Harringtons.

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Ever since Win Lewis started working at the Hawkins Community Pool, Billy couldn't seem to pay attention to anything else. 

The bored housewives who always watched him from their lounge chairs hated how distracted he���d become–he didn't even try to hide how he looked at her with his eyes full of desire. 

"Lewis! Cleaning duty today," Billy called as they were about to close for the night.

Win groaned, rolling her eyes. “I did it yesterday, it’s your turn, Billy,” she huffed, fixing him with a pointed look, her hands resting on her hips as she stared him down from across the storage room.

"No chance, I have a date," he lied.  He just wanted to make her a little jealous. Every day watching her in her little red swimsuit was torture, even more when she was so good at playing hard to get.

Win’s mouth fell open for a moment, her stomach doing a flip at his words and she quickly smoothed her expression, not wanting him to know he’d struck a nerve. “What a coincidence, I have a date too, with Steve Harrington,” she said with a shrug, knowing just the mention of Steve’s name would get under Billy’s skin.

"Harrington, huh? I see..." Billy's expression turned sour, he couldn't help but wonder if she was just trying to mess with him or if it was true. "If we both have dates, maybe we can clean up together then, so we finish quicker,” he suggested.

Win deliberated for a moment, letting her gaze linger on Billy’s smooth tanned chest before slipping lower down his toned stomach to his bright red swim trunks and muscular thighs before her eyes snapped back up to his. “Alright, sounds like a deal,” she said, glad her little fib worked. All she wanted was for him to carry his weight. It had nothing whatsoever to do with her wanting to possibly spend more time with him.

Billy noticed how her eyes wandered and it made him feel a little more confident. If the date she’d scheduled with Harrington was real, he'd make sure she never made it, getting stuck there at the pool with him instead. 

"Alright, I'm gonna lock the gates and you close the umbrellas. Then we can take care of the floor together," he said, giving her plenty of time to watch as he left, spinning the key chain around his finger.

Win's lips crooked as she took advantage of his exit, biting her lip as she watched his backside for a moment before following, stepping out into the warm dusk to close the pool umbrellas and make sure they were secured shut.

Billy closed the gates, taking his time as he watched her from afar. By the time he came back, they were the only two people left there. "Alright, ready?" He offered her one of the mops he brought out with a bucket of soapy water.

"I hate mopping," Win sighed, but took the mop handle, dipping the mop head into the sudsy water before bending over to wring the excess water out.

Billy smirked when he watched the scene, it was like she was moving in slow motion... she was too beautiful not to be a dream. "Me too, I'm not here cause I want to," he scoffed, wetting his mop to start on his side of the pool.

“So… who’s the lucky girl you’re taking out tonight?” Win asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as she returned to the bucket for more soapy water.

"You don't know her, she graduated with me last year, her name’s… Danielle," Billy said the first thing that came to mind, also trying to sound nonchalant. "She was always after me, so I decided to give her a chance."

Win let out a snort. “Uh huh, throw her a bone, ey? How kind of you,” she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. “You’re such a gentleman, Hargrove.”

"That's what I'm known for... as if you're not throwing Harrington a bone. You're way out of his league, he's been trying to get any girl to go out with him this summer and you're the first one to say yes."

Win rolled her eyes as she mopped closer, quickly running out of floor. “And whose league am I in?” she wondered, fighting not to smirk and give herself away.

"Better looking guys, smarter guys for sure... you know, guys who know more books than just Green Eggs and Ham," Billy chuckled as they finally stood face to face. "Someone who can satisfy you."

“Why do I get the feeling you think that’s you?” Win asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him as she propped a hand on her hip and leaned against the mop handle.

"Do you want it to be?" Billy smirked, making an exaggerated move to fix his hair just to get an excuse to flex his bicep for her.

Win rolled her eyes.  “Hmmm, I dunno, Steve is awful sweet,” she mused, smirking at him.

"Pfft I can be sweet... to people who deserve it," Billy scoffed.

“People like… Danielle?” Win ventured, bending to pick up the mop bucket.

"Shyeah, people like her, who can appreciate a real man," Billy stepped closer to her until they were inches apart.

Win’s grin faltered as he moved closer. This close she could smell his cologne over the fainter scent of chlorine. He must have refreshed his cologne sometime after their shift ended and before they started mopping. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes met his, a brilliant blue that sparkled like he knew something she didn’t. Before she could get sucked in further, she shook her mop at him, getting him wet before slipping past him.

"Hey! What was that for?" Billy exclaimed, following her to the other side. "You wanna get me wet? Fine then, let's get real wet..." Without warning Billy wrapped his arms around her and did a kamikaze jump into the pool, taking her with him.

Win’s surprised shriek cut off as she hit the water and she gasped as she broke the surface, pushing her wet hair from her face. “Billy!” she cried, slapping her hand across the water to splash him as soon as he emerged.

"What? You started it!" Billy splashed her right back, trying very hard not to laugh at the anger on her face; she looked so cute when she was angry. "As a Brit, you should know us Americans do war better than anyone else, so don't provoke us," he warned, cocking an eyebrow at her.

Win stuck her tongue out at him. “Yeah, only cause you play dirty,” she countered, daring to swim closer.

"How dare you!" Billy gasped, resisting the urge to splash her again, deciding to poke her sides instead.

Win let out a yelp and tried to squirm away, though the water made it hard to move quickly enough. “Billy! That tickles!” she gasped breathlessly.

"Good, you deserve it!" he laughed, unrelenting, wrapping one arm around her so she couldn't escape.

“Billy!” Win exclaimed through her laughter, giving up and melting into his embrace, his body firm against hers. “You’re a menace!” she insisted, smacking his chest lightly.

"What? You can dish it out, but you can't take it?" Billy chuckled, pulling her even closer, trapping her against his chest.

“I can take it,” Win countered insistently, running her fingers over his ribs.

Billy suddenly stopped and looked down at her, he couldn't keep the smile from his face. "You... you don't have a date with Harrington, do you?"

Win chewed her lip, quickly averting her face so Billy wouldn’t notice the pink that dusted her cheeks. “I… I may have just said that to get a rise out of you,” she admitted, trying to keep her voice light.

"Well... I... I might've made up my date too," he admitted, gently turning her face back to him. "And I lied when I said I'm not here cause I want to be. I want to."

Win’s eyes found his and she froze, her lips parting as she watched him, breath catching at how beautiful he looked with the water dripping from his hair and the setting sun sparkling in his bright blue eyes that were fixed unwavering on her face. “Good,” she finally breathed, wetting her lips. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Billy couldn't stop staring at her, she had stormy eyes that captured his gaze and her skin was so soft, he just wanted to kiss her all over. "I'm glad too," he murmured, looking down at her plump cherry lips. He couldn't hold back, he leaned in and stole a kiss, a long and gentle kiss.

As soon as Billy’s lips touched hers, Win melted, her eyes slipping shut as she kissed him back, her arms emerging from the water to wend around his shoulders, pressing herself tighter against him.

"Maybe I should be doing more cleaning duty," Billy breathed before kissing her again, deeply this time and more passionately.

“Or maybe… you should just ask me out,” Win murmured breathlessly, glad for Billy’s arms around her and the buoyancy of the water, lest her knees gave way.

"I guess that works,” he chuckled huskily.  “Wanna have dinner with me, Winnie?" Billy whispered in her ear. "I can pick you up."

Win couldn’t help but grin as his breath tickled her ear and a shiver ran through her. “Sounds good. What time?” she asked, tilting her head to catch his eye.

"I'll pick you up at seven," Billy finally let go of her, wanting to leave her wanting more. "Just can't guarantee what time you'll be back..."

Win huffed a soft laugh. “I see,” she murmured, flushed and wanting to keep kissing him. “Guess I better get home and change,” she teased, a grin playing at her lips as she swam toward the edge of the pool, lifting herself out easily and adjusting her suit as she watched Billy glide over.

"Really? I wouldn't mind if you came in your swimsuit," Billy joked, pushing himself out of the pool as well and shaking his wet hair. "Actually, on second thought, I wouldn't want anyone else to stare."

“You wanna be the only one to stare at me?” Win teased, tucking her damp hair behind her ears.

"Yeah, I wanna be the only one," Billy smirked and gave her a wink, his hand placed on his chest.

“Too bad this is my work uniform,” Win quipped, grinning wryly.

"I guess... as long as you're okay with the ladies checking me out too," Billy teased.

“Hmm, I dunno about that,” she mused, going to grab her towel. “But maybe I will be once they know you’re taken,” she said offhandedly, though hope bloomed in her chest at the thought.

Billy’s grin grew even wider at the idea.  He’d never really had a serious girlfriend before, but for Win?  He was willing to try and make it work. "Didn't know you were so possessive..."

“I’m sure there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Win said, pulling her shorts over her suit once she’d dried off. “But maybe I can start filling you in tonight.” 

She flashed him a genuine smile. “See you seven, don’t be late,” she reminded him with a wink before turning to head to the front door, leaving him to lock up.

Billy watched her unabashedly, looking like the cat that got the cream. His little plan had worked way better than he’d expected.  He couldn't wait to have her all to himself that night and taste her lips again, he couldn't wait to be able to tell anyone who asked that he was taken.

⟶ taglist. @super-unpredictable98 @b1tchywheeler @heartbreak-sandwich @elliethesuperfruitlover @santacarlahorrorshow @babydollbaron

[mysteryideasgroup]

Bart Clone (My NEW MSA X Piggy Roblox Horror Games OC)

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Gender: Male 

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Age: 21 or 22

Blood Type: A+ 

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Instrument: Guitar 

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Alignment: Good 

Species: Human with hybrid Skeleton/Ghost/Skeleghost  

Friends: His Clones Best Friends (Josh's Clone and Matilda’s Clone), Molly’s Clone (Matilda’s Clone's Pet Dog/Kitsune)

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Skills and Abilities: Survival Skills, Stealth Skills, 

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Skin Colour: Tan/Limestone/Sienna (Human: Bart's and His Clones, Lewis'), Light Purple/Lavender White (Skeleton/Ghost/Skeleghost: Bart's and His Clones, Lewis')

Eyes Colour: Purple (Human: Bart's and His Clones, Lewis'), Magenta (Skeleton/Ghost/Skeleghost: Bart's and His Clones, Lewis')

Hair Colour: Purple (Human: Bart's and His Clones, Lewis'), Magenta (Skeleton/Ghost/Skeleghost: Bart's and His Clones, Lewis')

Clothes: White Shirt Long Sleeves, Vest, Ascot Necktie, Jeans  

Shoes: Tennis Shoes 

Accessories: N/A

Hair Styles: Bart's and His Clones, Lewis', Fred's 

Eyebrows Styles: Bart's and His Clones, Lewis', Fred's 

Beard Styles: N/A

Nationality: Canadian and Mexican 

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Human before he gets to hybrid Skeleton Ghost Skeleghost

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He has hybrid Skeleton Ghost Skeleghost

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For @laurasanchez36

Bart Clone belongs to my new msa oc sona and ocs sonas

[londonfalling-rpg]

The echo of the first shot, like the first sip of whiskey, burning...

Congratulations to the following applicants, your characters have been accepted into London Falling. We’re excited to start writing with you!

Edgar Yang (The Tower) - Lewis Tan FC

Cassandra Narvaez (Strike Team 3) - Michaela Jaé Rodriguez FC

Maria Cao (OC; JR) - Michelle Yeoh FC

Please read the New Member’s Guide here (x) and follow the instructions. You have 48 hours to send in your account. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to contact the admins!

[bakarilennox]

Moth to a Flame

Pairing: Lewis Tan x Black!OC (Ophelia) x Henry Cavill RPF

(Based on the song “Moth To A Flame” by Swedish House Mafia & The Weeknd)

Content Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ smut, mentions of a miscarriage, infidelity, mental abuse, emotional abuse, depiction of sexual acts, manipulative behavior, gaslighting, strong language. (Might become a series, idk yet 🤷🏾‍♀️)

[Two years earlier]

“Well what the fuck do you want me to do Ophelia?! I can’t just drop everything at a moment’s notice!” Lewis bellowed across the room.

“You can if your girlfriend is miscarrying your baby! I was alone in that hospital room, Lewis!” Ophelia matched his volume.

“I was by myself in that room, could you even fathom how terrifying that is?! A Black woman alone in the hospital, losing her baby and having to answer questions in the mental state that I am in!” She glared at Lewis as he hung his head down, not saying a word as his fists dug into the marble kitchen island. Causing his fists to turn white.

Ophelia scoffs at him and crosses her arms. “Of course you don’t, because you can only think about your damn self! God forbid you take a moment from your career to actually be there for me! That would be just too fucking much for you.”

Lewis slammed his fist into the island causing Ophelia to jump up from the sudden action.

“Well, it’s not my fucking fault you lost the damn baby! So stop putting all this on me Goddammit!” he angrily retorted.

Ophelia’s rage converted to sadness by her boyfriend’s venomous statement.

“So you’re saying it’s my fault then?!? Is that what you’re telling me?” Her eyes began to well up.

Lewis’ face softened as his eyebrows rose and his mouth was left ajar as he realized the damage his words made. He walked around the counter to quickly console the love of his life. But Ophelia pushed him away as her tears silently stream down her face.

“Opi, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean th-” Lewis was cut off by her.

Her tone dramatically softened as she spoke with her head lowered and her arms crossed. “This isn’t working anymore Lew. I’m always left alone when you’re gone and whenever you’re here, we always end up fighting. This isn’t healthy, and it damn sure wouldn’t be any better if a child was involved…”

“B-but couples fight all the time. We can get through this, I-I’ll spend more time with you, I’ll get you th-that dog you always thought was cute, I-I’ll be better for I-I-I swear…” Lewis pleads frantically.

Ophelia looked up with her tears staining her makeup, she took a deep breath as she wiped the tear streaks with her sleeve before she continued.

“I think we should see other people, Lewis.” Ophelia’s words hit Lewis like a barrage of bullets, he dreaded the thought of losing Ophelia especially at their most vulnerable point in time.

“You don’t mean that, n-no you don’t mean that Opi. You’re upset, I get it. We both said horrible things to each other, but we always work them out…we always pull through.” Lewis slowly stepped toward Ophelia.

“No we don't Lewis, by the time the fighting could be ‘over’, you’re gone again. The situation was never truly fixed, it was left right here until you come back. Then you deflect and deflect until you have to leave again. I can’t keep doing this, we can’t keep doing this. It’s taking a toll on you too, I can see it in your face. We can’t keep hurting each other.” Ophelia wiped her tears away.

“Opi, please…don’t do this. We can go to counseling, I’ll go on hiatus, we can work on this together. I can bring you with me to set, I’ll do anything just please reconsider.” Lewis had both hands on Ophelia’s shoulders as he stared into her tear filled eyes while simultaneously holding back his.

Ophelia looked up at Lewis's face and shook her head. “It’s way too late for that. I thought that this baby would make things better for us, get you more involved, but it’s more of the same. We are in each other’s way and we need to heal from each other and just…move on. I’ll send someone to come get my things.”

Lewis was taken aback as Ophelia walked out the door for the last time. Lewis ran his fingers through his hair as he sunk into the kitchen island. “FUCK!” he yelled as he swiped the ceramic plates and wine glasses off the counter causing them to break. Unbeknownst to him, Ophelia was right behind the door. But the crashing sounds only confirmed that she made the right choice and she walked away from his door and out of his life forever.

[Present day - Ophelia]

“Ophelia? Ophelia Childs?!” Ophelia heard a woman call out her name causing her to turn around.

“Oh my God, Stephanie!” Ophelia walked up and hugged her longtime friend Stephanie Morrison.

“Look at you! You look so good! What has it been 5-6 years?!” Stephanie proceeded.

“That sounds about right, give or take. You’re looking absolutely gorgeous, how have you been? What’s been going on?” Ophelia replied.

“Y’know just busy with life and my photography. I just came back from Indonesia last week for Vogue. You know I love landscapes, but Vogue pays the bills so, gotta go where the money resides. I know you know girl.” Stephanie giggled.

“I feel you 100%, I was just telling my boyfriend the other day that as much as I can’t stand marketing, sometimes it’s the best thing for me until I get to where I need to be.” Ophelia shrugged.

“Boyfriend?! You mean Lewis still hasn’t popped the question yet?! As long as you two been together, I thought he would’ve at least put a ring on it or something!” Stephanie scoffed.

Lewis’s name made Ophelia’s ears burn as she heard it. It visibly shifted her whole mood as she tucked in her lips before she spoke.

“Umm, me and Lewis broke up. I’m not with him anymore.” She sheepishly corrected Stephanie.

“O-oh Philly, Philly I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t know.” Stephanie placed her hand on her chest.

“It’s fine, it was so long ago. I haven’t heard from him since, so it’s all good. Besides, I love Henry. He has helped me get through some rough times after Lewis so I’m thankful for that. Hey, you should come to our anniversary party next week. I would love for you to come and we can properly catch up.” Ophelia smoothly changed the subject.

“I would love to, let’s exchange numbers and you can text me the time and date.” Stephanie pulled out her phone.

“Aight, so my phone number is 213-555-0726.” Ophelia replied.

“I’ll send a text and we’re all set.” Stephanie smiled.

“Got it! Well, it’s been nice to see you mami. It’s been too long.” Ophelia smiled back.

“Way too long, I can’t wait to meet Henry.” Stephanie spoke in a deep octave and dramatically flipped her hair back.

Ophelia laughed. “Girl, you’re stupid. I’ll see you next week.”

Both women embraced each other and walked their separate ways.

[A week later]

“Thank you all for coming, dinner will commence shortly we just need everyone to take their seats and we will begin.” The event coordinator announced.

“Here you go sir.” She went to hand a gentleman a menu, but he turned it down.

His suit was freshly pressed, his somewhat slender frame did not hide his protruding muscles relaxed under his attire. His exposed gold chains glinted under the warm lights as a reminder of his opened top button on his dress shirt. He walked his way over to the end of the table, flicked away his reserved seat sign and slid into his seat. Lewis was chewing on a toothpick as he watched the other guests speak amongst each other. As all the other guests settled in their seats, Ophelia turned her head slightly and paused when she saw Lewis staring right back at her, her expression was like a deer caught in headlights. Her lip slightly quivered, not even noticing that Stephanie noticed Lewis' presence too. Causing Ophelia's friend to look back and forth between them.

“Oh shit.” Stephanie replied under her breath as she sipped Moët slowly from her champagne glass.

Henry clearing his throat broke their trance as she looked up at him.

“Greetings ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank everyone for coming this evening for the anniversary of me and Ophelia’s relationship. Sometimes it doesn’t feel real to me that someone so beautiful, intelligent, and thoughtful could be by my side for as long as she has. But I’m glad…no blessed to be with her and I don’t want wait any longer to show this amazing woman how much she means to me so…” Henry got down on one knee and took out a small box that exposed a large diamond ring. Ophelia was visibly shaking as she stared at the large diamond.

“You gotta be shitting me.” Lewis spoke under his breath.

Henry was completely oblivious to Lewis' snide remark as he continued. “Ophelia Jhené Childs, you are an extraordinary woman and the best thing that has ever come into my life. I can’t imagine taking a single breath, let alone spend a single day without you by my side. If you please do me the honor of becoming my wife, I will protect you, cherish you, you will never want for anything, I would bring you the entire world and several galaxies over to you cause you deserve so much. In other words, Sweetheart, will you marry me?”

Ophelia nodded rapidly as tears came out of her eyes. “Yes, yes! Yes!”

They both stood up and kissed each other as they both were overcome with emotion. The only one in the room not clapping and cheering was Lewis. He was visibly irritated by what he characterized as a spectacle. He slid out of his seat and walked off with both hands in his pockets. No one noticed his disapproval, except Stephanie. She got up and followed Lewis out of the room.

Lewis made a sharp turn into a corridor leading towards the exit, he took out his toothpick and without looking, he flicked it straight into a trash can and replaced his hand back into his pocket.

“Well you got some damn nerve to show up here and then just leave.” Stephanie called him out.

Lewis stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and turned around plastering a fake smile before he spoke. “Stephanie, how have you b-”

“Don’t be fucking fake! Why in the hell are you here?” Stephanie cut him off.

Lewis’ smile drops from his face as he scoffs at her. “Y’know, it’s real funny how you haven’t even reached out to Ophelia for years, but all of a sudden you wanna act like her best friend now.”

Stephanie placed her hands on her hips and scowled at Lewis. “Look here! I’m grown, I don’t have to explain my friendship with Philly to nobody. Especially you! If you even think of trying to kill my girl’s happiness, I’ll-”

“Stephanie, I got this.” Ophelia intervened.

“Philly, you should be with your man having your moment right n-” Stephanie looked into Ophelia’s face and recognized her seriousness.

“Fine! I hope she fucking kicks you out like the piece of shit you are, come mierda.” Stephanie walks off, continuing to cuss Lewis out in Spanish and glaring at him one last time before she was out of sight.

Lewis looked back at Ophelia and began to speak. “That Stephanie…she always had a mouth on h–”

“The fuck are you doing here Lewis?” His ex cut him off.

“Wow! You really think me coming here was about you?” Lewis quipped.

“Answer the fucking question, I don’t have all night.” Ophelia crossed her arms.

Lewis smirked as he passed his tongue over his bottom teeth behind his bottom lip and walked up to Ophelia’s face. Ophelia’s back straightened up, but she will not budge from her spot. Her pride dominated over her perturbation.

Lewis was now mere inches from her face. He had a few drinks before he came, she could faintly pick up the aroma. “Well…Opi–”

“You don’t get to call me that, those days are long gone.” Ophelia leaned away from Lewis with her arms still crossed.

“Are they now? Well…Ophelia, I am actually casted in a movie with your new– your new– um…” Lewis snaps his fingers, feigning ignorance.

“MY FIANCÉ!” Ophelia exclaimed in irritation.

“Right, right.” Lewis nodded his head. "And he invited all of the cast here, I'm shocked you didn't know that." He taunted Ophelia.

“You were on your way out the door right? There you go, just order an Uber first. I can smell the liquor on your breath.” Ophelia turned around and began to walk off.

He smirked and shook his head. “One thing before you go…Ophelia.” Lewis swiftly, but gently grabbed her hand drawing her. He tautly pressed her body against his.

Ophelia’s body didn’t respond quickly enough for her to resist him as she should. Even with the faint smell of liquor on his breath, his cologne infused with his body heat intoxicated her.

Lewis had one hand on the small of her back, the other traveled underneath the slit of her evening gown and right between her thighs. Ophelia clenched them as she tried to keep him from going any further.

Lewis lowered his head and grazed Ophelia’s ear with his soft lips. Her breath quickened as he spoke. “Does he know what we know?”

Lewis peppered kisses from her jawline, down to her neck, and down to her collarbone. That last spot made Ophelia give in and now his two long, thick digits were slowly pumping in and out of her in the middle of the venue hallway.

“Please. I-I- can’t. Not-t-t an-anymore.” Ophelia’s slurred words fell on deaf, lustful ears.

Lewis backed Ophelia against a door, opened it, and it was revealed to be a large coat closet. Lewis moved his other hand from her back to around her throat. His large hand nearly wrapped all around it as the pace of his fingers accelerated.

Ophelia’s hands was clawing at Lewis’ arm, her nails left several scratches, but he was unphased by her resistance.

She clenched her thighs in an attempt to keep him from making her climax. Ophelia’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as he still climaxed on Lewis’ hand.

“Does he know I can make you do that any time I want and you’d let me?” Lewis released his grip around Ophelia’s throat and with his underhand, squeezed the sides of her cheeks until her mouth opened. He started slowly putting his drenched fingers into her mouth and down her throat.

“Does he know that your pussy only tastes this sweet when I make your cum? Huh? Does he?” Lewis taunted more.

Ophelia shook her head in response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Lewis replied as he took his fingers out of her mouth

Ophelia could hear Lewis’ belt unbuckle and she tried to stop him from pulling himself out. He looks intensely into her eyes, it was a look she was all too familiar with. The same look he gave her the night of their previous conception. Ophelia drew Lewis in and kissed him passionately on his lips. She feverishly ran her fingers through his hair and he kissed her back, their tongues performing a forbidden dance of lust and betrayal.

Ophelia became carnally desperate with each moment. She pulled out Lewis’ cock, his erection was long, thick, and heavy as it was left throbbing in her hand. Lewis looked down as she stroked him, she meticulously switched rhythms just like she did the last time they fucked.

“Don’t act like you’re new to this, get on your knees and put it in your mouth.” Lewis hissed.

Ophelia slowly kneeled to the floor and took Lewis into her mouth. The all too familiar warm and wet sensation sent shivers down his spine. “Xìngjiāo…fuck!” Lewis growled as she took him even deeper.

The lewd noises from Ophelia’s mouth made Lewis become animalistic, he grabbed a hold of Ophelia’s hair and began thrusting himself deeper down her throat. Ophelia was gagging and had a death grip on his thighs as he fucked her face. What took her makeup artist and hairdresser several hours to accomplish was undone in a matter of minutes.

Ophelia pushed her hands against Lewis’ thighs to create distance. Lewis slowly exited from her mouth, their fluids stained her glowing brown chest. Ophelia’s lips were glistening, but her lip gloss has long been smudged off since their kiss. Lewis bent down passionately kissed her and hiked up her dress as he lifted her off the ground to press her against the wall.

They began kissing again as Lewis took his hard dick in his hand and rubbed it against Ophelia’s clit. She loudly moaned into his mouth as he began to fill her desperately aching pussy. Her wetness coated him from tip to hilt, the moment Lewis entered her it felt like ecstasy.

With only Ophelia’s panties pushed to the side, Lewis thrusted hard and deep inside of her. His tender kisses turned into him suckling on her lower neck. Ophelia fought back her moans and fought harder against her approaching orgasm. She knew that Henry never pleased her body like Lewis can. But Henry was a safe, he was always there for her, and she's now repaying him with a cheap fuck in a coat closet with her toxic ass ex.

Before Ophelia could come to her senses, Lewis let out a deep, guttural growl as he came inside of her. Lewis exited her body and zipped himself up. Ophelia fixed her panties and straightened up her dress. Lewis gave Ophelia one last look up and down before he left the closet.

“Wait!” Ophelia called out to Lewis as she grabbed his arm.

Lewis stopped in his tracks and turned towards Ophelia.

“What is it Ophelia? Do you want to ‘talk’? Do you want to tell me how this is a ‘mistake’ and you're in love with Henry? You want me to keep this shit a secret like I have been for the past year and a half? Don’t worry, I still won’t say shit. But don’t start acting like you’re some kind of victim here. Better yet, don’t act like this is some fucked up form of ‘closure’ just because you’re fucking engaged now!” Lewis spewed his venom at her.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Ophelia hissed, then she continued.

Ophelia glared at him. “I spent the last year trying to be rid of you and move on. But every time I want to, you bring up all this old shit. And I–”

“What old shit Opi?!” Lewis crossed his arms.

“You aren’t supposed to call me that.” Ophelia scowled.

“What old shit?! You left ME, remember? You came back a whole 6 months later talking about wanting ‘closure’, next thing I know you’re sucking me off on our couch. Just to leave me straight after and it’s been that way ever since. I’m not your backup dick for when Mr. Wonderful out there can’t make you cum!” Lewis scoffed as he shook his head before he continued.

“I would tell you to stay with him, but he doesn’t deserve the fucking train wreck that’s you.” Lewis breathed in Ophelia’s face before he left, slamming the closet door behind him.

Ophelia was overwhelmed with emotions as she sobbed uncontrollably with her hand over her mouth while she sank to the floor. Regardless of how much his words hurt, Lewis was right. Regardless of how much she loved Henry she couldn’t let Lewis go. Like a moth to a flame, she couldn’t stay away.

[dprwolfgang]

Sin Ti // Angel Reyes ft. Dominic Lee Part 2

Angel Reyes x Solana Losa (OC) 

Dominic Lee (OC) x Solana Losa

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This took a bit of a 360 turn.A lil angst, a lil drama and because I couldn’t stop typing once I started...there’s a part 3 to this but it’ll come out after Ez’s part drops. Angel is a bit of an asshole, Dominic is a bit smug and Solana is no longer the woman Angel thought she was or maybe she’d always been that way?

Enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and please reblog, like y’all don’t understand how much that means to creators on here.

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Four months later

Angel stared at the ultrasound pictures laid out on his coffee table. It has been a total of seven months since everything blew up in his face and to say he wasn’t coping well was an understatement. Angel had reverted to his shallow fuck- anything- with- a -pulse self with everyone walking on eggshells around him. Even as he sat staring at the pictures, there was a woman in his bed fast asleep.

Angel had tried talking to Solana but she had Vega playing bodyguard and Angel knew better than to mess with Vega because even though she could handle herself, her big brother Rio was another story by himself. He had no idea when Solana had left Santo Padre but he knew that his heart had left right along with her.

This was the second set of ultrasound pictures he’d gotten and if he was being honest, they were the only thing giving him hope that Solana would come back to him.

Adelita had shown up out of the blue, caught him in a rather compromising position and then proceeded to tell him that the baby had died. He didn’t know whether to believe her or not because Potter had told him something completely different including the fact that her baby was a Reyes. Maybe Solana had lied to him but he could see past that and forgive her because she’d done the same for him numerous times.

If only she would just come home.

Solana smiled as she took in the scene before her, it had been a year and six months since she had left Santo Padre and quite honestly she didn’t feel like going back. Her uncle had told her that it was best for her to stay on the other side for a bit while things blew over but what was supposed to be five months had become more.

In that time she’d given birth to a healthy baby girl who she had named Cataleya Marísol Reyes. She had also met a man who made her feel love and happiness to an extent she didn’t think was possible. Sol had come to realize that while she had love for Angel, she was no longer in love with him. She had given so much of herself to Angel without the same effort being reciprocated that she didn’t know what to do with herself when she got a man who did.

Dominic Lee was the man Bishop had entrusted his niece’s safety to while she was on the other side. Their families had a long history and Bishop knew that if anyone would keep her and her baby safe it would be the Lee’s. The Lee’s were an immigrant family from China, how they ended up in Santo Padre, Bishop didn’t have a clue but Dominic’s grandfather was the first Asian man to be a part of the Santo Padre charter. His father, much like Ez, had a lot of book and street smarts. He had gotten into a school on the other side, started a successful business and would occasionally help the charters getting shipments in and out of Mexico.

Dominic had continued his father's legacy in both aspects of business and as much as Bishop respected and cared for Angel, he never liked the relationship that had bloomed between him and Sol. He had warned her on numerous occasions that even if Angel cared about her it would end in heartbreak. Seeing his niece happy was the only thing that mattered most to Bishop and if that meant encouraging Dominic to make a move on Solana…then maybe that's exactly what he did.

"So…you and Dominic? How'd that happen?" Vega questions as they both look on at Dominic, Ez and Rio playing with baby Leya who already had them all wrapped around her little fingers.

"Honestly V, I don't fucking know. It feels like it all happened so fast, like one minute he's showing me to the guest room and the next he's rearranging my insides cause my hormones were off the wall. He makes it easy…"

Vega gives her a look that says to elaborate what she was talking about because Vega had always thought that her best friend would forever  be whipped for Ignacio.

"I never have to question whether he loves me because it shows in everything he does. I never have to ask him to make time for me, to take me out or to treat Leya the way he does but he does it anyways because that's the kind of person he is. I'm not saying he's perfect, neither am I but we're imperfectly perfect for each other, I don't know what it is but he just makes me feel whole." she smiles looking at the man who had managed to steal her heart in more ways than one over the past eleven months.

Vega smiles at the way her best friend glows and even though she's still hesitant on Dominic, she can tell that he makes Solana happy. She wasn't Angel's biggest fan but a part of her had hoped that maybe they could work things out if Angel would just get his shit together. She didn't send him all those pictures for nothing but Angel never got the clue and never came around asking for the information that she would've eventually given to him after pulling his leg a little bit first. Instead, the asshole had chosen to fuck his way through Vicky's girls and even had a run in with Adelita that Ez had briefly mentioned.

"What are you going to do about Angel? You know he's not going to be happy."

"Yo Stanford, we gotta go." Angel's voice sounds from outside the front door followed by a series of knocks.

"Speak of devil." Vega mumbles as she gets up to open the door.

Solana had moved to where Dominic and Rio were playing with Leya out of Angel's view. Ez went to grab his keys and kutte as Vega dealt with Angel. Solana wasn't ready to face him yet, she knew she'd have to sooner or later. She sees Angel's figure rush pass Vega and Ez before the bathroom door slams. Still tucked away in the corner of Vega's living room, she prays Angel just leaves as soon as he's done in the bathroom but those prayers fall on deaf ears as Leya screams out loudly just as he's walking by. Solana quickly takes her from Rio trying to calm her down but it's too late as Angel rounds the corner with Ez and Vega hot on his tail.

"What the fuck?" Angel looks around at everyone before him before settling on Ez. "So this what we doing now?"

"Angel, don't blow this out of proportion. They only got here today, nobody's hiding anything from your dumbass. If I find out you put your hands on my man the moment y'all leave from here, I won't hesitate to take my switch to your dick asshole. Now get out before Bishop calls." Vega speaks up trying to diffuse the situation.

Cataleya refused to stop screaming so Solana stands in an attempt to get her outside for some fresh air only for Angel to grab onto her upper arm. Rio sits back watching the shit storm unfold before him. Dominic is on his feet the moment Angel reaches for Sol and grabs onto her. He knew exactly who Angel was, they had never met personally but from everything Solana and Bishop had mentioned he had developed quite a dislike for the man.

"Suéltame Ignacio.”

“We need to talk.” Angel says pulling her closer to him.

“I know you heard her say to let go. I’d let go if I were you.” Dominic says stepping into their space. The edge in his voice told Sol that this wouldn’t end well for Angel if he kept pushing his boundaries.

“Who the fuck is this clown?” Angel questions looking around the room. Vega shakes her head because honestly, could he get anymore stupid?

It took a lot to piss Dominic off but when it came to the things or people he cared deeply for, it's like a switch flipped inside him. Angel grapping onto his woman and refusing to let go while she held on to their daughter  was something he refused to sit by idly and watch. Cataleya may not have been his child biologically but she was his nonetheless and he'd protect her at all costs even if it meant from her own father.

"He's my fiancé." Sol grits out glaring at Angel who drops her hand like he's been burned. She hands Leya to Vega asking her to take her for a walk, both Ez and Rio following behind her. Dominic takes his previous seat because the look in Solana's eyes told him she could handle the situation and that he didn't need to intervene at the moment.

"What the hell is your problem?" she questions poking at Angel's chest.

"You're the one who left and then show up here a year and a half later with another man who's apparently raising MY child! You don't get to ask me what's wrong with me when something is clearly fucking wrong with you. I thought I knew you Sol but it's clear that I don't." Angel spits out at her.

"I gave you six months to get your shit together Ignacio, you didn't. I gave you all of me for fifteen years and you didn't give two fucks because you got comfortable. What, you thought that if you kept slanging me dick I'd stick around? Everything I said to you that night you decided you wanted to believe some woman you'd been fucking over me, I meant it. Everything I said to you that night in the hospital, I meant it. I still gave you six months hoping you'd take the fucking hint and come sort shit out but fucking your way through Vicky's girls was way more important than being there the night your daughter was born. So much more important that you signed away your rights as her father over a fucking phone call while you were deep in one of those bitches hungover and high out your fucking mind. You don't get to tell me something is wrong with me when you can't get your shit together Angel. You're the one who fucked us up, you made your decision and I made mine. I have love for you and I'll forever be thankful that you gave me that amazing baby girl but that's it Angel."

It hurt, Angel couldn't lie and say that it didn't. The look in her eyes told him a lot but also a little at the same time. She was no longer the woman he knew. He could no longer read her emotions but that one look in her eyes told him that she was permanently done with him. He didn't remember the phone call she was referring to but he wondered just how fucked up he was for fucking up not one but two of his kids lives. They'd never know him, he'd never get to watch them grow and it's simply because he was selfish and wanted to have his cake and eat it too. He had everything with Sol, he was happy and so was she even if they didn't have a label but shit changed when he met Adelita.

"I was under the influence, how the fuck does that count as me signing my rights away? I already lost one child, I'm not losing another. My child will not call that clown dad." he says pointing over to Dominic.

"You might be her father biologically but that's not what it says on paper and until you get your shit together, you won't be coming anywhere near my daughter." Dominic states smugly. He wasn't on her birth certificate yet but he knew that shit would knock Angel of his high horse a bit.

"The fuck are you even doing here? This doesn't concern you." Angel says pointing between him and Sol. "As far as I'm concerned,you're just a rebound fuck. Sooner or later she's gonna come right back where she belongs and I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your skull."

Dominic stands and walks over to the both of them. "And yet still…I'm the one who put a ring on her finger and the one your daughter's gonna call dad. I already won,thanks to you." he smirks before turning to Solana and presses a kiss to her cheek. "I'll be outside, don't hesitate to break his nose if he gets out of line."

Angel waits for Dominic to exit the front door before he speaks. "Are you seriously going to marry him?"

"Si."

"Why querida? And don't tell me it's because you love him."

"Loving him is not the only reason why I agreed to marry him Angel."

"Then why?!" he shouts. "Did you even love me or was that all a lie just like you lied about Adelita's baby not being mine?" Once again Angel isn't expecting the slap that he collects as soon as he finishes his sentence.

"I'm a lot of things but a liar isn't one of them and you know it Ignacio. I get it, you're looking for someone to blame but I refuse to let you use me as your punching bag. Get your shit together before you lose everyone around you the way you did with me. Potter may have told you that Adelita's baby is a Reyes but that baby is not your Angel and it's not Ez's so don't even go there. Don't look at me like that either."

"Then which Reyes is it huh? My pops?"

"That's not my story to tell but what I'll say is, once the truth comes to light…you're gonna look back and regret this very moment. I guess love really does make you blind. Look what it did to me." she chuckles lightly. "you never loved me Angel, you loved the thought of me because I was easily accessible to you. That man out there," she points towards the front door walking closer to Angel leaning in close to his ear. "…he loves me unconditionally, always puts my daughter and I first. I never have to question where his loyalty lies  and while we've had our unpretty moments…I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your skull the next time you threaten my husband." Solana pats his cheek and fixes his kutte before picking her baby bag up and walking to the front door where she stops and turns to look at him.

"Don't make me your enemy Ignacio."

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People Person - Lewis Tan x Reader...

So this is a little drabble that is based off of something myself, @dc41896​ and @my-rosegold-soul​ were saying about Mr Tan.

Pairings: Lewis Tan x Reader

Note reader is POC in this and all my fic’s.

Warnings: None, just a cute little drabble with Lewis 

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Lewis knows everyone.

He knows everyone in LA. Everyone is Bangkok. Everyone in Thailand. Everyone in Shang-hi. Everyone in New York. London. Paris. You’re pretty sure he knows everyone, in every city of the world.

While it’s sweet that he takes the time to stop and talking to everyone and anyone, it sometimes gets in the way of simple tasks. Like going out to eat.

Rather than staying cooped up in the hotel room you and Lewis manage to get out of the tangled bed sheets, shower and get dressed. You suggest exploring the city streets at night for something to eat rather than room service. You’d been too busy making up lost time with Lewis that you hadn’t eaten since you boarded the plane almost 12 hours before and you were starting to get hangry.

“I know just the perfect spot” Lewis smiles, as he hugs you in the lift. His grin relieves your face of the hangry frown. You’re excited now, because apart from knowing everyone, everywhere. Lewis also knows every restaurant, everywhere.

As you wonder the streets to your destination Lewis walks with you tucked under his arm pointing out to places and spots along the way, telling you a story or a fact. You snap some pictures too. The sights, Lewis, you & Lewis. You need to show your friends some pictures, rather than just the hickey’s on your skin.

After waiting a while to snap a picture with less people and more of what Lewis has pointed out to you, you turn to find Lewis further down the street. He’s embracing another person. And when they separate, they look equally shocked and excited to see each other. Your picture done, you catch up to them both.

“Dude! How long has it been, like forever!” Lewis exclaims taking off his sunglasses as if he cannot believe the person standing in front of him is real.

The guy chuckles as he shakes his head. They launch into a game of tag with stories and old memories, you gain more knowledge about Lewis. Sharing the laughter.

Lewis is cute when he is excited, more animated, eyes wide, hands waving around as he talks. He also gets forgetful.

“Oh crap, sorry, this is my girlfriend y/n. Y/n this is Adam” Adam softly shakes your hand as you exchange “Hello’s”.

Adam and Lewis both disappear into conversation, and your stomach growls. It’s so loud you’re surprised neither guys hear it, even over the night time noise.

Not wanting to be rude and abruptly interrupt you slowly move closer to Lewis, who while telling Adam a recent casting story, slips his arm around your waist as you slip your arm around his.

“You gotta see this” Adam pulls out his phone, unlocks his screen and proceeds to play a video. With his arm still around your waist Lewis leans in closer to Adam, leaving space for you too. You don’t really pay attention. Instead to lightly tug on Lewis’ jacket, like an impatient child wanting their parent to stop talking to whoever they have just bumped into. You lean in, closer to Lewis. “I’m hungry” you whisper into his ear.

Adam’s phone suddenly rings, the video being replaced with a colorful screen with a vibrating icon of a phone receiver, he excuses himself to take the call.

“I don’t want to be that annoying girlfriend but when can we go eat. I’m literally about to faint” Lewis chuckles deeply, his fingers slipping under you jacket and top to rub against your skin.

“You can even invite Adam, he seems to have some interesting stories I’d like to hear” you grin.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you” Lewis grabs a quick kiss from you turning his attention back to Adam as he says ‘Goodbye’ to whoever called him.

“Adam were about to grab something to eat, you wanna join? Y/n is dying to hear some more stories” Lewis offers.

Adam turns to you with grin. “Do you know about the time Lewis ended up naked in front of a group of over 75’s for one of those still life drawing class having to explain that tattoo of his” Adam laughs.

“What! No” Adam’s face lights up as you laugh.

“Maybe not that one” Lewis blushes, tickling you slightly under your top.

“Maybe another time anyway, I gotta get to this meeting with my agent, but let’s swap numbers and I’ll call you tomorrow” Both guys exchange phone numbers and then you all say bye.

In an effort to dodge questions about the still life class Lewis whisks you through the streets to the restaurant, promising to finish his tour on the way back to the hotel.

Of course Lewis knows the guy seating people in the restaurant. You’re not even surprised when the chef comes out to see Lewis. The chef says he’ll go off menu for you both, and you’re not disappointed.

You’re stuffed, almost too full. You almost don’t noticed half the restaurant staff leaving when you and Lewis do. Night is dawn, the sky slowly getting lighter. By the time you both get back to the hotel all you can do is strip off your clothes and fall into bed. Lewis hangs the do not disturb sign on the door, and you sleep until just gone 10am, but don’t actually leave the bed until past noon.

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[theartisticqueen]

Chris Evans 🥰

MasterList (Updated 09/1/20)

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Youthfully Felt - Part Two (Gaius Chau x OC)

Summary: Gaius and Song discuss what their relationship could possibly mean. But Gaius is hiding something from her - and the way she finds out is not how he planned. Leaving the blossom of what they had already wilted.

Pairing: Gaius Chau x OFC (Song Page)

A/N: I could've sworn this was only gonna be two parts....but here we are with me not being able to shut up as usual.....

Word Count: 3923

Warnings: blood and injury, medical procedures, tough conversations, fluff, oof angst

ONE | TWO | THREE

Gaius and Song walked around the manor for hours. Sneaking around corners and running down long hallways like children playing some game that only they knew. He showed her the ballroom, where they waltzed about the polished wood floors as if they were at some great event. The parlor where they enjoyed cups of tea and cookies that Song had never tried before. His father’s old study where she marveled at the books lining the walls and Gaius even let her sneak one out in her apron pocket. And the top balconies that overlooked the carefully groomed gardens and the mountains of the Wasteland in the distance. All the while, Song’s face was pulled back in wonder at everything she saw. The elegance, the gold and white trimmings, the beauty of his home that Gaius had only ever seen as gaudy. But with Song there, pointing out details he had never seen before, he gained a new appreciation for the place he longed to leave for as long as he could remember. And it was in these moments that he thought he finally had a reason to stay.

“Could you see yourself living in a house like this?” Gaius asked as he led her up to the third and final floor.

Song immediately shook her head. “No. It’s so…Big. Plus I don’t have the heart for ordering people around.”

“You seem just fine doing it in the infirmary.” Gaius smiled, trying to hide the slight disappointment he felt at her answer.

“Well, that’s different.” She smiled over her shoulder at him as she came to the top of the stairs, entering a long hallway lined with closed doors. “Those are orders to….Help someone else. Everyone’s equal in the infirmary. Orders given by those in power to those without are usually only to help themselves — not anyone else.”

Gaius stared at her, open-mouthed and breathless. The corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile. How had he gone his entire life without knowing her? How had he lived without looking into those soft brown eyes every day? Like the shore calling him home from the sea. How had he been able to breathe without her melodic voice speaking over him? Speaking life and wisdom and truth into his very being?

His family was gone. There wasn’t a single guard on this floor. Gaius’s fingers twitched at his sides as he watched her turn around at the top of the stairs and look down at him with a smile. He’d never felt so warm inside — or so brave. Or maybe that was just his heart taking over nearly every cell in his body. For right as Song’s face fell in concern, he reached out and took her face gently in his hands. Then he pulled himself in, going up one more step to be as close to her as possible.

He felt the soft gasp she let out fan across his face and he smiled.

“Song,” he whispered softly, so softly.

“Gaius,” she breathed back, hands reaching out to clutch the lapels of his jacket, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “But doesn’t it feel right?”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes so tight it made her face pinch. Then she opened them again. “And no.”

“No?” Gaius moved his hands away from her cheeks, but she guided them back to where they fit so perfectly with a tender hand.

“That’s not what I meant.” Song’s voice had been reduced to a whisper, as if she were afraid someone may hear. “It’s just…Me — you — we can’t be together.”

He could think of a million reasons why, but still — “Why can’t we? To be with you feels like…Coming home.” He gripped her a bit tighter. “It’s not uncommon for Barons to marry outside their station. We could…We could be together.”

If — If they were to be together, like the dance of his eyes across her every feature told the walls he longed for, she would have to move into White Bone. He was a Baron’s son, it would be what was expected of anyone he married. But was that really what he wanted for her? Is it what she wanted for herself? To be locked up inside these walls for the rest of her life. Forced to interact with his sister and mother who would torture her to no end for her place of low birth. Made to leave the profession she loved so dearly only to be replaced with days and years of sitting about a manor she once found awe-inspiring. But would now do anything to leave.

“Gaius, I — I would be miserable here,” she said, “Not because of you. Never because of you. But…”

“My family,” he sighed in understanding.

Frustrated, Gaius pulled away from her and moved past her into the hallway. He paced nearly the entire length of the hallway with his hands on his chin in thought. His family would turn her life into a living hell with their cruelty. And the more he thought about it, the less likely it seemed that they would allow such a marriage in the first place. She wasn’t a Cog, but it made little difference in their eyes.

How could he possibly resign her to that fate? His love may be enough to keep her from a life of complete misery. But if he truly loved her, he wouldn’t put her through it at all.

“We could come together in secret,” he finally suggested, coming back to her and taking her hands in his, “Like we are now.”

Song sighed and pulled him in closer. Their foreheads met in a heavenly kiss and she let out another shaky breath. She was hoping they would never have this conversation. But wasn’t this everything she ever wanted? Gaius Chau holding her close — having a love that she could die for if anyone found out? That was what her parents had. That kind of love worth dying for. But she also saw what her parents would never admit to her or themselves. They were miserable. Not being able to be together, living in two separate worlds, having to pretend they didn’t even know each other at times. It took its toll after a while. Was that what she wanted from this life? To have love yet not be able to enjoy it?

“What would be the point of these meetings?” she asked, trying and failing to keep the emotion from her voice, “We could never be together. Not truly, not fully.”

“Maybe one day we could be.”

He sounded so full of hope. His bright brown eyes so earnest and his grip on her hands tight and yearning. She could see that he really believed it. That he believed they could one day be together, out in the open for the world to see. She wanted to believe that too. She desperately wanted to, her heart aching in her chest. But she kept thinking back to her parents and their love that was doomed from the start and…She just couldn’t.

“What — When your family is dead? When the Badlands are at peace? This one day seems like a grand hypothetical that will never come.”

Gaius moved a stray hair behind her ear. His voice went soft once more. “Where has my Song’s hope gone?”

Tears pricked the backs of her eyes as she gazed up at him. My Song. A dumb little name he started calling her. Yet it never ceased to make her feel like she was about to burst. Or simply lift off the ground and fly. No matter how dumb it was.

“Hope is easier to have when it doesn’t involve you personally,” she said.

“Your own life — that’s all the more reason to have hope.” He squeezed her hands in earnest. “Hope for a better life. And my life without you — now that I’ve found you — would be all the more miserable. But….If you really wish to be parted — just say the word. And I will be silenced on this subject forever.”

Song’s breath shook as she let go of his sweaty palms. She watched as he reluctantly put his arms back down at his sides. But he didn’t move away from her. If anything, he moved closer. Drawn into her like sleep to the freezing. She felt torn in two. Living, no surviving, without Gaius in her life now seemed impossible. He was a fixture in her every day. His smiling face in the infirmary, still complaining half-heartedly of some ailment before dropping the ruse and admitting he only wanted to see her. It made her feel good — to be desired to be seen by someone else. But he didn’t just see her. He knew her. He knew she actually liked plain rice, preferring it to anything with flavor. He knew she snuck down to the stream when she felt overwhelmed at the infirmary, having caught her down there after many particularly rough days. He knew the way she took her tea and he had even come to anticipate her needs. Something that even shocked her still. That this Baron’s son would care and know her so deeply that he would know to leave her a note of encouragement after a rushed visit.

What had her life been before him? Alone and empty? She wouldn’t go back to that — couldn’t go back to that. But what if her heart got broken? What if he only kept her around until he found some other Baron’s child who would make a suitable partner and suddenly she was forgotten in the throes of a real relationship. One that people could see and comment on and one that Gaius had no reason to hide. But what if she turned him away now and regretted it for the rest of her life?

Maybe that was the kind of love that her parents had. Not one that was worth dying for. But one that was worth it for just those few moments together and all of that time apart.

Stomach twisting in knots, she grabbed Gaius by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him back into her. Then, popped on her toes to reach him properly, she kissed him. Hard and sweet and filled with everything that she couldn’t bring herself to say. Gaius reacted in kind, snacking his arms around her waist and lifting her nearly off the ground in his fervor.

They parted breathless and smiling.

“I don’t wish to be parted from you ever again, Gaius.” She shook her head and took hold of his face gently. Feeling the curve of his cheek as he smiled wide, his eyes nearly disappearing with it. “Never again.”

“Never again, my Song.”

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Never came a lot sooner than either of them anticipated. In fact, it arrived in the early hours of the morning, when it was still dark and everyone was still deeply asleep.

Song’s mother was asleep in their small rooms attached to the infirmary. Song was stationed in the storeroom, keeping an eye over the few patients they had sleeping in the beds. No serious injuries or illnesses, but it was her mother’s practice for at least one of them to be awake through the night in case someone needed anything.

It was usually boring work, but Song kept herself entertained that night with the book Gaius had let her take from his father’s study. It was a fascinating story about children finding a magical world through a wardrobe. She wondered if the Chaus had this wardrobe in their home and that was why the Baron had this book in his study. She would have to ask Gaius about it in the afternoon when he came to visit.

While she eagerly turned the page, her mind buzzing, the door to the infirmary burst open. It was about the last person she expected to walk in — flanked on either side by white garbed Clippers.

“B-Baron Juliet!” Song quickly got to her feet and shoved the book back into the pocket of her apron. She performed a quick curtsey before the female Baron. “H-How can I h-help you?”

Juliet gave her nothing but a quick once-over before going back to staring about the infirmary with disgust. “Where’s the Master Healer?”

So she wasn’t there to take back the book or beat her for taking it.

“Asleep. I can wake her if you — “

“Doesn’t matter. You’ll do just fine.” Juliet flashed a closed red-lipped smile at her and sighed. “A prisoner needs wounds tended to.”

“Right.”

Song quickly grabbed her mother’s emergency kit and followed Juliet and her Clippers out of the infirmary. When a Healer was called on by a Baron, there was no time to make sure that everything was set up and in place at the infirmary. You couldn’t leave the Barons waiting. So she left the few patients that she had sound asleep, hoping that they wouldn’t need anything in the time she was gone.

Juliet led her up to the manor, only a few of the windows glowing golden in the twilight. All the while Song’s heart pounded in her chest. Her sweaty fingers slipped over the leather handle of the kit. She’d never been down to the dungeons before. That was the one place Gaius had refused to show her. Saying that it was a place full of cruelty and shame that he couldn’t bear to let her see. But now his sister was leading her to that very place that sounded like it was made of nightmares.

“This prisoner is of high importance to my mother,” Juliet said as they entered the manor and descended the stairs, “He sustained a few…Injuries during his capture.”

“What — What kind of injuries?” Song tried to remain professional and poised, but her timid voice failed her.

Juliet was even more terrifying up close. Everything about her seemed perfect. The pristine white clothes with golden accents. The jet-black hair slicked back into a bun. The red tint of her lips. The sword at her hip. The only thing that made her fall from grace was her malicious smile and the soulless look in her eye — one that showed she had not a single ounce of mercy in her being.

“Superficial flesh wounds. Nothing too serious. But my mother wants him well looked after. As she always does — no matter how many times he betrays her.”

This confused Song. That confusion only lasted for a few moments, however. They entered the dungeons, it was dark and gloomy, the air beneath the large manor chilled. The air was filled with the clanking of chains and the moans of those gone mad in the darkness. A few of the cells were filled with disobedient Cogs, thieves, or murderers. But there, in one of the cells in the center of the room closest to the dim torchlight —

“Gaius!”

He was sat on the floor of the cell, leaning against the unforgiving metal bars, breathing hard. His face was swollen with bruises and the cuts on his face had left dry streams in their wake — a few of them still bleeding. His shirt was torn to shreds, great gashes along his chest and stomach revealed in the tatters. He could barely open his eyes enough to see her.

Song clapped a hand over her mouth, as if that would put a stop to the fact that everyone in the dungeon had heard her shout his name.

Including Juliet.

“Oh! Do you two know each other?” she asked as she moved closer to her brother’s cell, lips pulled back in a wicked grin, “Wait, but I already knew that.”

It was like a bubble was ever-expanding in Song’s chest. Going up and up until it got stuck in her throat. Making it hard to breathe, squeezing her lungs until there was no air left. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to pull in a breath, but nothing seemed to work. She could only stare, wide-eyed, at Juliet as the Baron looked between her brother and the Healer.

“You two thought you were being so sneaking. But it was painfully obvious what was happening. Going down to the infirmary every day like some kind of lost puppy.” Juliet charged the cell and grabbed hold of one of the bars. “It was pathetic, really. Seeing you so happy. But now, I get to see you miserable — which is also pathetic but more entertaining for me.”

Gaius looked like he wanted to stand up, talk back to his sister. But all the strength he could muster lifted him only slightly, but then brought him back down into a pitiful slump.

“That’s what I thought.” Juliet rounded on Song, who remained stock still and wide-eyed like some statue carved in a state of horror. “Patch him up, then it’s back to the infirmary with you. Where you will remain for the rest of your days.”

“Don’t — “ Gaius grunted out.

But Juliet ignored him. “A guard will be posted outside the door at all hours of the day. If you try to leave, you die. If you try to send out messages, you die. If you do anything even remotely suspicious, you die.”

Song stared down at Juliet’s white heels for a few moments. Her ability to breathe given back to her but the rest of her body completely numb. Only a few hours ago she and Gaius had kissed for the first time. They had been happy. They had been free. It was hard to believe that that had been the same day. The same day she stood in a sunlit hallway in the arms of her beloved was the same as the one where she stood in the dungeons, that same man bleeding out in a cell.

Then she mumbled, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Oh, I’m not doing it to you.” Juliet put a finger under Song’s chin and lifted it so they were eye to eye. “I’m doing it to him.”

Juliet tossed Song’s face to the side and strutted out of the dungeon, leaving one of her Clippers behind to escort Song back to the infirmary when she was finished. The Clipper unlocked the cell and gestured with his chin for Song to enter. She did as she was told with timid steps and tears building in her eyes.

She really didn’t know what hurt more. Seeing Gaius like that — bleeding and in pain. Knowing that when she left the dungeons would be the last time she saw the sky, felt the breeze against her skin, or had any semblance of freedom. Or understanding that this would be her final chance to be with the man she cared for so deeply.

When she was inside the iron bars, the Clipper closed the cell door and locked it again. Song turned back to look at it as it clanged shut and she flinched.

“I — “ Gaius took in a shaking breath from his spot on the floor. “I’m sorry.”

Song could tell that she was moving through physical space. She could feel her limbs moving as she knelt down beside Gaius and opened up the emergency kit. But her mind was blank. It was all instinct as she got out the antiseptic and a cloth to clean his wounds. She could feel her tears as they slipped from her eyes, burning hot and blurring her vision.

“I um — “ She wiped her face with the back of her sleeve. “I need you to lay down. I’ll — I’ll have to cut off your shirt.”

Gaius didn’t say anything. He could barely bring himself to say the few words he already had. Everything hurt. He hissed in pain as Song pulled him away from leaning against the bars of his cell to lay down flat on his back on the cold stone floor. The only thing keeping him awake was Song. Her hands on his chest as she cut away his shirt with a pair of shears. Her knees pressed gently into his side as she worked on him. Her face looming above him, cast in the orange glow of the torchlight.

But then he saw her face, that beautiful face painted by a master’s hand, contort into what he could only describe as anguish.

“What did you do?” she whispered through her tears.

Anger now brewed in her chest like bubbling lava. Ready to explode.

Gaius swallowed thickly. His voice came out as little more than a whisper. “Set Cogs free.”

And just like that her anger dissipated. She had heard the rumors that Gaius helped Cogs set to be shipped out all over the Badlands for Chau’s profit escape. Part of her had always known that it was more than infirmary gossip. But he had never told her whether or not it was true — though she had never found the courage to ask. This was not the way she wanted to find out, however. Especially after. Especially after.

“I got caught,” Gaius went on quietly.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Song replied, finishing stitching up the last of the deep cuts on his torso. He was lucky they didn’t go any deeper.

And just like that, her work was done. The cuts on his face were cleaned and bandaged, the blood was wiped off, the final stitches were tied. It was time for her to go. Song looked up at the Clipper who was watching them intently, then back down at Gaius. It didn’t matter if someone saw now. It didn’t matter that they were being watched. Their time together was ending. A fresh wave of tears fell from Song’s eyes, splashing onto the blood still on his chest. Everything hurt. She gasped in pain when she boldly took hold of Gaius’ hand. The only thing keeping her from completely falling apart was Gaius. His large warm hand encapsulating her own. His thigh pressed gently into her knees as she knelt beside him. His face on the floor below her, cast in the orange glow of the torchlight.

Their love, like a fragrant rose, was cut off before it could even bloom.

“I’m so sorry,” Gaius whispered as he squeezed her hand.

“Don’t be.” She shook her head and bent over him, pushing his sweaty hair from his forehead and cupping his cheek. Trying to memorize every last detail of his face. “Every moment I spent with you was worth it. I would choose…To love you all over again even if it meant this same fate.”

“You love me?” His lips quirked up in a small smile.

“You know I do.” She released his hand and felt his split lip with her fingertips. “I think I always have — and I always will.”

Gaius didn’t want to waste another moment. Lifting his head, he closed the gap between them and pressed his sore, freshly bleeding lips to hers. They were so soft, so sweet. It didn’t matter that he tasted blood — it wouldn’t taint his memory of their final kiss. All he would remember was her hand in his hair, her weight against his chest, and her lips eager and longing against his own.

“I love you,” he whispered to her.

“I love you.”

Desperately they clung to one another in that deep, dark cell. Until the Clipper standing guard forced Song back to her feet and out of the dungeon forever.

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Lonely Llorona (My NEW MSA X Piggy Roblox Horror Games Enemy OC)

Full Name: ___ (in the Past), The Lonely Llorona

Nicknames: Drowning Ghost, Undead Drowning, Weeping Woman/Weeping Lady, Undead Weeping Lady, Drowned/Drown/Drowning, Weeping, Drowned Ghost/Drowned Woman/Drowned Lady, Drowned Ghost Woman/Drowned Ghost Lady, Ghost Mexico/Mexican, La Llorona, The Weeping Woman, The Drowning Woman

Gender: Female 

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Age: 22 or 25 (Deceased)

Blood Type: A+ 

Occupation: 

Actual or Past Occupation: 

Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___ 

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Favourite Food: 

Instrument: Guitar 

Favourite Animal: 

Family Members Relatives: 

Other Family Members Relatives: 

Partner:

Children:

Alignment: Bad, Good (Former)

Species: Human (Former), Drowning Ghost/Skeleton/Ghost/Skeleghost and Ghost/Undead/Skeleton

Friends: 

Enemies: 

Likes: Her family, gets a new husband (specially Lewis Pepper), Kindness (in the Past), Dancing with her unknown husband (in the Past)

Dislikes: Her Ex/Former Husband was abandoned/left to find a lover, Vivi protects her boyfriend, Lewis from her, Being Annoying, losing her family 

Hobby: Gardening, Cooking, Dancing (Human), Dancing, Kidnapped Unsuspecting people and children, Drowning people and children

Goals: Kidnapped Unsuspecting people and children, Revenge for her Former Husband has abandoned me and my children

Weapons: 

Powers and Abilities: Teleportation, Invisibility, Claw Retraction, Flight, Levitation, Ghost Powers, Water Manipulation, Telepathy

Skills and Abilities: Survival Skills, Stealth Skills, 

Fears/Phobias: 

Skin Colour: Tan/Limestone/Sienna (Human), Light Blue White (Human and Drowning Ghost/Skeleton/Ghost/Skeleghost)

Eyes Colour: Brown (Human), Blue/Blue and Light Blue (Drowning Ghost/Skeleton/Ghost/Skeleghost)

Hair Colour: Black (Human), Black with dyed Blue (Drowning Ghost/Skeleton/Ghost/Skeleghost)

Clothes: White Dress 

Shoes: Dress Shoes 

Accessories: Flowers Roses

Hair Styles: Long

Eyebrows Styles: Normal (Human/Lonely Llorona)

Nationality: Mexican

Sexuality: Heterosexual and Straight Allies/Ally later Single 

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For @laurasanchez36

Lonely Llorona belongs my new msa x piggy enemy oc sona

[bakarilennox]

I posted 17,138 times in 2022

34 posts created (0%)

17,104 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,314 of my posts in 2022

#lewis tan - 61 posts

#bts - 53 posts

#namjoon - 44 posts

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#memes - 26 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I’m watching Euphoria rn… we’ll see how de ting go.

32 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#4

Moth to a Flame

Pairing: Lewis Tan x Black!OC (Ophelia) x Henry Cavill RPF

(Based on the song “Moth To A Flame” by Swedish House Mafia & The Weeknd)

Content Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ smut, mentions of a miscarriage, infidelity, mental abuse, emotional abuse, depiction of sexual acts, manipulative behavior, gaslighting, strong language. (Might become a series, idk yet 🤷🏾‍♀️)

[Two years earlier]

“Well what the fuck do you want me to do Ophelia?! I can’t just drop everything at a moment’s notice!” Lewis bellowed across the room.

“You can if your girlfriend is miscarrying your baby! I was alone in that hospital room, Lewis!” Ophelia matched his volume.

“I was by myself in that room, could you even fathom how terrifying that is?! A Black woman alone in the hospital, losing her baby and having to answer questions in the mental state that I am in!” She glared at Lewis as he hung his head down, not saying a word as his fists dug into the marble kitchen island. Causing his fists to turn white.

Ophelia scoffs at him and crosses her arms. “Of course you don’t, because you can only think about your damn self! God forbid you take a moment from your career to actually be there for me! That would be just too fucking much for you.”

Lewis slammed his fist into the island causing Ophelia to jump up from the sudden action.

“Well, it’s not my fucking fault you lost the damn baby! So stop putting all this on me Goddammit!” he angrily retorted.

Ophelia’s rage converted to sadness by her boyfriend’s venomous statement.

“So you’re saying it’s my fault then?!? Is that what you’re telling me?” Her eyes began to well up.

Lewis’ face softened as his eyebrows rose and his mouth was left ajar as he realized the damage his words made. He walked around the counter to quickly console the love of his life. But Ophelia pushed him away as her tears silently stream down her face.

“Opi, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean th-” Lewis was cut off by her.

Her tone dramatically softened as she spoke with her head lowered and her arms crossed. “This isn’t working anymore Lew. I’m always left alone when you’re gone and whenever you’re here, we always end up fighting. This isn’t healthy, and it damn sure wouldn’t be any better if a child was involved…”

“B-but couples fight all the time. We can get through this, I-I’ll spend more time with you, I’ll get you th-that dog you always thought was cute, I-I’ll be better for I-I-I swear…” Lewis pleads frantically.

Ophelia looked up with her tears staining her makeup, she took a deep breath as she wiped the tear streaks with her sleeve before she continued.

“I think we should see other people, Lewis.” Ophelia’s words hit Lewis like a barrage of bullets, he dreaded the thought of losing Ophelia especially at their most vulnerable point in time.

“You don’t mean that, n-no you don’t mean that Opi. You’re upset, I get it. We both said horrible things to each other, but we always work them out…we always pull through.” Lewis slowly stepped toward Ophelia.

“No we don't Lewis, by the time the fighting could be ‘over’, you’re gone again. The situation was never truly fixed, it was left right here until you come back. Then you deflect and deflect until you have to leave again. I can’t keep doing this, we can’t keep doing this. It’s taking a toll on you too, I can see it in your face. We can’t keep hurting each other.” Ophelia wiped her tears away.

“Opi, please…don’t do this. We can go to counseling, I’ll go on hiatus, we can work on this together. I can bring you with me to set, I’ll do anything just please reconsider.” Lewis had both hands on Ophelia’s shoulders as he stared into her tear filled eyes while simultaneously holding back his.

Ophelia looked up at Lewis's face and shook her head. “It’s way too late for that. I thought that this baby would make things better for us, get you more involved, but it’s more of the same. We are in each other’s way and we need to heal from each other and just…move on. I’ll send someone to come get my things.”

Lewis was taken aback as Ophelia walked out the door for the last time. Lewis ran his fingers through his hair as he sunk into the kitchen island. “FUCK!” he yelled as he swiped the ceramic plates and wine glasses off the counter causing them to break. Unbeknownst to him, Ophelia was right behind the door. But the crashing sounds only confirmed that she made the right choice and she walked away from his door and out of his life forever.

[Present day - Ophelia]

“Ophelia? Ophelia Childs?!” Ophelia heard a woman call out her name causing her to turn around.

“Oh my God, Stephanie!” Ophelia walked up and hugged her longtime friend Stephanie Morrison.

“Look at you! You look so good! What has it been 5-6 years?!” Stephanie proceeded.

“That sounds about right, give or take. You’re looking absolutely gorgeous, how have you been? What’s been going on?” Ophelia replied.

“Y’know just busy with life and my photography. I just came back from Indonesia last week for Vogue. You know I love landscapes, but Vogue pays the bills so, gotta go where the money resides. I know you know girl.” Stephanie giggled.

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#3

The Syndicate Initiation

[I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVE ANY OF MY WORK POSTED, TRANSLATED, OR PUBLISHED TO ANY THIRD PARTY SITE OR APP! IF ANY OF MY WORK IS SEEN ANYWHERE BUT HERE OR UNDER “Stories By Tre” ON AO3, IT HAS BEEN POSTED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!]

Pairing: Dark(er)!August Walker (John Lark) x Reader (No definitive feature other than the reader’s gender is mentioned)

Words: 2,279

Synopsis: You are the newest assassin for the syndicate and August Walker is assigned to shadow you. Until he reveals your true mission…

Warnings: 18+ content (MINORS DNI), Dub-Con(ish), SMUT, abuse of power dynamic, God complex, rough unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), gun play, knife play, choking, mentions of Trypophobia, post-Ethan Hunt fight scarred August, Breeding kink, Anal, Hyperspermia, & mentions of death/murder. (I will switch between August Walker and John Lark because both of them are his alias, but August Walker is the more familiar/known one)

“Go again,” August commanded as you tried to regain your breath.

“Seriously?! I’ve been at it for the past two hours, I’m exhausted.” You huffed.

“Oh I’m sorry, do you think the IMF is going to just let you take a break as you try to murder them? Especially with that weak-ass stance?! GO. AGAIN. NOW!” August bellowed, his voice echoing against the walls of the training room.

You sucked your teeth at him as you got back into your fighting stance and began demonstrating your knife-fighting skills. You flipped the shiny metal blade from your holster and gripped the handle tightly as you started slashing away, breaking the sound barrier with each violent, yet calculated stroke. As you back flipped your way to perform ‘the kill’ you paused as you realized you were staring down the barrel of a gun…August’s gun.

Your breathing was shallow as you could clearly see the bullet in the chamber. This psychopath could’ve easily killed you in a split second and you wouldn’t have even known. You looked away from the barrel proving what you already knew, August Walker was the one pointing his gun at you. What made it even scarier was that he was smiling, like he wanted to do it, but for some reason he thought hesitating like this would cause you to be more fearful of him. And he was right as your pupils dilated and mouth left ajar.

“You act like you know so much, but you understand so little. I am the least of your fears, Little Mouse.” August teased.

The sight of his face riddled with scars and burns sent shivers down your spine. You hated it when he called you ‘Little Mouse’ You knew it was a power play, and no one else in the syndicate gave a shit. If anything, they felt you should feel honored to work under the one and only John Lark, former alias August Walker before he was burned, figuratively and literally by Ethan Hunt and the IMF. They all presumed he was dead and he wanted it to stay that way until, as August put it, ‘the time of peace arose’.

“If you were more focused on completing your task instead of performing theatrics, you would’ve seen this coming and acted accordingly,” August said, holding the pistol against your lips, “Open”, he calmly demanded.

You slowly parted your lips as August began to push the cold steel past your teeth. You shivered internally hearing and feeling the cold metal scrape against the enamel yet he continued to push the barrel further into your oral cavity so that you could taste it on your tongue. Your eyes widened slightly as he pulled the barrel out slightly only to push it back in repeating the motion in slow languid thrusts.  If you didn’t know any better, by the way he stared at your lips, you would think the sight captivated him, maybe even aroused him.

“Now suck, or I’ll blow your pretty little brains out.” August growled in your face.

You began to suck on the barrel of his gun as he drove it in and out of your mouth. The safety was still off, your life was literally in his hands and the small smirk on his face proved that he reveled in that fact. Beads of sweat trickled down his face rolling over the ridges, in and out of the deep pockmarks of his partially disfigured face. He was a bit hard to look at, but not any more difficult than the other members of the syndicate.

At this point your saliva coated his gun and he had moved so close that he was standing chest to chest with you. It dribbled down your chin and dropped down to your breasts that were barely covered by your sports bra. With his free hand he reached for his belt but paused when he realized your knife was already pointed at his crotch. His eyebrows furrowed as he took his gun out of your mouth.

“If you were more focused on completing your task instead of performing theatrics, you would’ve seen this coming and acted accordingly.” You mocked his earlier statement.

August ran his tongue across his teeth behind his lower lip and chuckled. The second you allowed a smirk to appear on your face, August swiftly wrapped his large hand around your neck. Your airway was nearly cut off by the viper-like motion paired with an overpowering grip that he possessed causing you to drop the knife from your hand.

As you were gasping for air and clawing at his wrist, his free hand untied the drawstring of your sweatpants. You were unable to speak a word, all you could do was whimper faintly. Once August had enough space, he slid his hand down and massaged your folds with the fabric of your cotton panties. You became lightheaded as you were close to passing out. The Syndicate leader released his grip from your throat and switched to grabbing the back of your head.

“Don’t pass out on me now Little Mouse, you need to be awake so you know your purpose,” August breathed into your face. 

The heat from his breath went straight to the growing arousal between your legs. Your eyes fluttered as your chest heaved up and down while regaining consciousness.

“My what?!” Your eyes narrowed at him.

August chuckled before he began, increasing the pace of his occupied hand. “There is a reason why you (italic) were chosen to be trained by me, why I had to keep you…close.”

Walker drew you closer to his lips. You tried to gravitate closer to his face to kiss him, but you were quickly turned around by August and slammed against the pommel horse that was in the middle of the equipment room. The impact caused a pain to shoot through your abdomen as you grabbed the bars on top to brace yourself.

Walker wasted no time removing your pants revealing your lace panties that barely covered your lower region. He smiled as he ripped them off without hesitation and used his thighs to spread your legs apart. He pressed himself against your exposed flesh, marking your wetness on his khaki pants. The feeling of his growing erection causes you to instinctively make a deeper imprint of your desire onto his fabric.

“Wha- what are you doing?” you whimpered.

“What we’re doing is creating the next recruits of The Syndicate. A legacy.” August sighed as he pulled himself out of his pants and rubbed his tip against your lubricated folds, grazing your clit as he did it. 

You moaned as he kept teasing you mercilessly, the lewd sounds becoming louder and louder until he fully sheathed himself inside of you. He growled as your warm, wet cavern gripped him tightly, his palms digging into your waist as he began thrusting roughly. The jerking motion made you hold onto the pommel rails even tighter to brace yourself.

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109 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#2

All yt girl Hiddles fans when they find out he’s getting married to a Black woman:

192 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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193 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

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[mauvecherie-writes]

One Shots —

Pull The Trigger.

Get Dirty.

Sin In The City x @royallyprincesslilly [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] completed!

Dinner For Two: Lu Xin.

Hunter and Prey.

Unwind.

Your Soul To Take.

Family Reunion.

Teach Me How.

Late Night Conversations.

Kissing On My Tattoos.

Tipsy.

Unrequited? (1) Arcs of Redemption (2)

Baby Fever.

Headcanons —

Deep Throat.

Stimulated.

How Lewis Makes Love To You.

Miscellaneous —

First time with Lewis.

Lewis Drabble.

Hold My Gaze.

Tap Out.