#maybe I'll try and write a one-shot with them all in if I can't think of anything

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Clone OCs!!!

So I have something that might be in the works (and I say "might" not to be annoying and tease you about something that is happening but because I legitimately don't know if this thing will ever see the light of day lmao) but I had some ideas for some clone OCs while thinking about said mystery thing and decided to share them with you guys (mainly to free them from my brain)

Tagging people who may be interested: @inkstainedhandswithrings @saturn-sends-hugs @the-bi-space-ace @floundrickthewayfarer

No. 1: Io (pronounced eye-oh); He/Him

Pilot for the 212th Battalion, Io is a force to be reckoned with. Known for being somewhat reckless and a little bit of an adrenaline junkie, Io's flight techniques tend to push the boundaries of recommended protocol. A generation two clone, he acts like an older brother to the younger crew members and isn't afraid to tease them relentlessly, sometimes threatening to input a request for them to be transferred to a different battalion for being annoying.

Despite his more laid-back approach, he still respects authority, particularly his superior Commander Cody.

No. 2: Tabs; He/Him

Considered by many to be an absolute ray of sunshine, Tabs is a medic for the 212th. Despite being one of the younger members of the group, he still demonstrates and incredible level of skill, partially down to his strong sense of protectiveness over his brothers, including his batchmate, Tinker.

He may seem soft and squishy on the outside, but he has an iron will. In stressful situations, Tabs can easily snap into focus mode, taking the lead when necessary and helping others navigate difficult times. He's considered by many to be one of the more well-behaved members of the crew, but he isn't afraid to have a little fun now and again.

(And yes, the hair is bleached).

No. 3: Tinker; They/Them

Tabs' batchmate, and the younger of the two, Tinker is one the 212th's best mechanics. They tend to be a little more reckless than Tabs, but still hold the same strong level of protectiveness over their crew.

Tinker isn't afraid to get their hands dirty and will throw themselves into every situation no matter how messy. They also tend to resort to humour to defuse stressful moments, usually making themselves or their brothers the butt of the jokes. They'd follow their brothers to the ends of the Earth (so long as those ends aren't in the offices of the superiors. At that point, they're on their own).

No. 4: Dixon; He/Him

A little more stoic than some of the other clones, Dixon is more tactical in his approaches, choosing his methods carefully rather than throwing himself straight into the inferno. As an ARC and first generation clone, he acts as an older brother to the others and tries to keep them in line as best as he can (though normally with a bit of humour and leniency).

While he may not be familiar with the younger clones in the 212th, nor most of the Batch, he does know Echo, having been one of the ones to mentor him (and Fives) during ARC training. He commands a great deal of respect but knows that that comes as a response to the respect he shows for others. Dixon may be a skilled close-combat fighter, but it's his strategic skills that make him a man you don't want to mess with.

Links to picrew and other general ramblings below 👇

I had an idea for something the other day and was like "I have to right this down" but it didn't quite go the way that I was expecting. Not that I hate it (though it maybe needs some tweaking), more that the original plan was for it to be one of my usual standalone one-shot things. HOWEVER, the damn thing doesn't actually make sense by itself and is effectively the middle chapter of a fic. 🙃

THE ISSUE WITH THIS IS THAT I DIDN'T PLAN FOR THINGS TO GO EITHER SIDE OF IT!

So now whether or not I ever publish this thing will be entirely down to whether I can actually think of a plot line for the rest of it. I've had a couple of ideas here and there (including these OCs who, funnily enough, don't even get a mention in the thing I wrote lol) but in terms of becoming an actual thing? Who knows? 😀

Anyway, here's the picrew I used :)

[unluckilyimnot]

Hihi!!^^ Could you please make a bllk and/or bonten hc where she has a friend who always tries to one-up her to get her bf?

You can include all the characters you like and if you do, have fun writing it!!^^

Friend trying to win your bf over/talking shit behind your back

Characters: rindou, ran, mikey, chifuyu, wakasa,

Note : Hiii! Thank you sm for this request! I hope I did it well and you'll like it ! I did both bllk and tr but I'll do it for more fandom I write for bc I like it lslsls like genshin and windbreaker

Tell me if anyone want one with a character in particular (hc / one shot...)

Bllk ver.

m.list | rules

Rindou

Acts sarcastic around her all the time

Fake being interested then stop listening and ignore her

"Is that so ?" With a eyebrow lift and his face unbothered

He wants her to feel bad and like shit, seek attention she'll never have because he's more busy with anything else than her

He wants to feel 10 time worse than what she tried to make you feel

He's mean about it, giving her false hopes

But he never hides it from you, you know it all and honestly you're the one feeling bad for her

He has to remind you himself the shitty friend she is and that she deserves it

Ran

He's not that mean, he knows you like her dearly and does his best to not sighs when she talks

No needs to say that from the start he doesn't really like her

But when she starts talking shit about you behind your back, with him around ? He really got that she was on another planet

It got worse when she speaks to him directly, how she put herself above you, with a fake empathic smile

"Weird way to flirt with a taken guy, talking shit about his girlfriend"

He sounds unbothered but his eyes are cold while he drinks

He probably drink it in one shot and move back to you and tells you

Wakasa

Younger Wakasa would've probably killed her on spot

Older him is more composed, but not without thinking the same

He feels you tensed when she starts speaking about your common dance class, his arm tighten around your shoulders, as if he was asking what's up

His eyes turn cold when she ask him how bad you were at it after he came once

"Excuse me ?"

She sits up straight and, sadly, couldn't turn her gaze away from her when she wishes she had

"I think you're the only one remembering it that way."

He's not joking around when it comes to you, and she for sure regretting it when everyone stopped listening to her around the table

Chifuyu

He's silly and kind, it's good to be around him you get that and all your friends feel safe around him for this reason

But you never expect to one of them to turned it against you when he's just nice and making sure they're safe

You're choked the first time you heard her talking like this about you while you were go for a few minutes, with him sitting next to her

"I've never noticed though, I have no idea what you're talking about"

He plays dumb but you can tell in his voice is not joking around anymore

She's doesn't insist when you came back, but he makes sure to mention it so you can defend yourself

And when everyone take your side you felt slightly better, even more with him taking your defense without hesitation

Mikey

That's the worst idea anyone can have

Mikey thinks so highly about you, maybe a bit too much but that makes him your number one supporter

Looking down on you to try to win him over is the dumbest thing to do

He's quick to react, the second she pushed you down to her up, his eyes are on her and he's moving closer

"Talk shit about my gf one more time, I dare you"

He doesn't do anything else, doesn't touch her but that's because he respects woman and don't fight people who can't defend themselves

Or else he would've hit her in the face

"Get out while I'm still being friendly"

No need to say you never heard of her again

[happy74827]

One Call Away

[Wade Wilson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: During one of his "jobs," Deadpool gets a call from his favorite gal [GIF Creds: jdsheart]

WC: 1970

Category: Fluff, Major Comedy {TW: Deadpool’s Humor/Nonfiltered Personality}

This man is so hard to write. I’m always stressing the noggin when it comes to planning and plotting 😔

『••✎••』

"And away we go..."

One neck crack and a couple of hip twists later, he was off like Aladdin and his fucktoy carpet, scaling the building similarly to a chameleon on LSD.

The only thing that was missing was some epic music.

He'd been chasing this baddie around the city for almost two days now. Some big-shot mob boss with ties to Hydra, or the Mafia, or the Yakuza, or some other three-letter-acronym organization. It was hard to keep track of them all at this point. They were all the same, except for the name.

They all had their own agenda.

Kill him, keep him prisoner, pay him off...

Wade never cared enough to listen because it was always the same. He just got hired to do the dirty work, and the pay was good.

The killing was better.

This one, however, was particularly good at eluding him. He'd been trying to get his hands on this man for a few days now. It wasn't as though he was trying to be stealthy or anything, either. He'd walked right up to his front door, knocked, and was greeted with a spray of machine gun bullets.

So, the usual.

But then the guy ran and didn't stop. It was like the fucking Roadrunner met Sonic the Hedgehog, and they decided to fuck around and find out.

Wade was getting real sick and tired of being a Roadrunner, too. He had a reputation to uphold. He wasn't known as the Merc with the Mouth for nothing. He was supposed to be the one doing the running and the killing.

Not the other way around.

Finally, finally, he managed to reach the roof where the guy was currently taking cover behind a small brick shack. The sun was rising, but it was still dark, and there were a couple of floodlights shining on the rooftop. It made him think of the night he'd had that heart-to-heart with Blind Al, even though all she really wanted was for him to bring her some of that special brownie mix.

What a night that had been.

But anyway, this monologue is starting to get too long, and we should probably move things along, eh?

Right.

So, the baddie.

His name was something long and non-English.

Salvatore, or Santino, or Salvation... Whatever the fuck it was, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that it was time to make him dead.

He stepped around the corner and was met with a spray of bullets, all of which lodged themselves into his Kevlar vest.

"Oh, come on!" he yelled over the sound of the gunfire. "This is real leather, you know. I'm tired of all the offscreen sewing and shit."

When the spray finally ended, he took a moment to catch his breath.

"…ow," he whispered to himself.

"You shouldn't have followed me here," the man said.

"Yeah, whatever," Deadpool replied. "Look, I'll make this easy for you. You drop down and give me fifty, and I'll let you keep that hideous mustache you're sporting."

The man's eyes widened in surprise.

"It's not that bad, is it?"

"Yes, yes it is," Deadpool assured him. "You got a squirrel living in it or something?"

"It's just a little bit of gray, you dick," the man argued. "What about you? What's with the mask? Are you hiding a mustache under there, too, or something? Maybe some acne scars?"

Deadpool shook his head and stepped forward, his guns drawn.

"Don't come any closer!"

"You know, this would be much more intimidating if you didn't look like a cartoon mouse."

"Stop it with the mustache!"

"Alright, alright," Deadpool said. "Enough with the mustache. But what is it about your hairline? I can't put my finger on it."

The man sighed in exasperation and pulled out his pistol, aiming it right at Deadpool's face.

"Hey now, don't point that at me," Deadpool scolded him. "That's not a very nice thing to do."

He ignored him and pulled the trigger, a loud boom ringing out as the bullet fired. It whizzed by him but missed its mark.

"You really are a dick," He grumbled before aiming his gun right between the man's eyes. And he was going to shoot, honest.

He really was.

But then his phone rang, and he was well-reminded of the current song playing through his head.

I'm a buff baby that can dance like a man. I can shake-ah my fanny, I can shake-ah my can!

Needless to say, he was distracted.

He lowered his gun and looked down at his pocket, where his phone was still ringing and still vibrating against his leg.

"Shit, hold that thought," He said to the guy, and he holstered his gun.

"Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"

Deadpool put his finger up to shush him before pulling his phone out of his pocket to answer it.

If you're an evil witch, I’ll punch you for fu—

"Heyyyy," he said in a sing-songy voice, "you've reached the phone sex hotline. For kinks and fetishes, press one. For booty calls, press two. For your favorite mercenary, press three."

"Ey, pendejo—" His opponent started, but he cut him off by snapping and raising his finger.

"Cut it, Tuco Salamanca. Breaking Bad called and wants its meth-cooking mustache back."

"Wha-I-you-"

"Anyways, this is your favorite merc speaking. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Is this a bad time?"

Wade's eyes widened in shock, and his jaw dropped open when he heard her voice on the other end of the line.

"Baby girl! Is that you? Oh, how I've missed your voice. It's like hearing an angel, or an angelic chorus, or a whole bunch of angels, but you're the most important one. Like, the lead singer or something."

"I literally saw you last night." Your voice was always drenched with the most amazing kind of sarcasm, and he'd missed it.

"And?"

"It's only been a few hours."

"And?"

"That's a short amount of time."

"And?"

You sighed, but he knew you weren't really annoyed.

"Anyways, you sounded busy," you continued, "so I'll just let you go."

"What?! No! Don't hang up!" He shouted into the receiver. "I've only fiddled with my pistols! Nothing interesting is happening right now!"

"Your pistols, huh?" You asked a hint of mischief in your voice.

"Well, yeah. They're the most important part of the mission, you know."

In the corner of his eye, he could see his target making his way towards the edge of the building. Quickly and efficiently, without dropping his attention from his conversation with you, he lifted his gun and fired a shot at the man's knee.

"Ah, fuck!" the man screamed in pain. "My knee!"

"Hey! Language!" Deadpool scolded him. "The lady of the house is listening!"

"Lady of the- what the fuck?!"

"I said language, you mustachioed rat!"

"Mustachioed rat?" You asked.

"Sorry, babe," he replied. "You know how excited I get when Downtown Abbey is on."

“There’s gunshots in Downtown Abbey?"

"Gunshots? Oh, no, no. That was… uh, a car alarm. Yeah, the neighbor's car alarm was going off."

"Uh-huh," you said, not sounding very convinced. And, of course, that was right around the time the guy's gun went off again, this time hitting him square in the shoulder. It made the phone fall out of his hand and clatter onto the ground, but the call was still connected.

"Dammit!" He yelled, looking at the fresh blood dripping down his arm. "That's gonna take forever to heal!"

"Who are you talking to?" The man demanded, his gun still aimed at Deadpool's face. "You're working with someone?"

"Hey, now, I don't remember giving you permission to talk," Deadpool told him, holding his bloody arm up to his face. "Look, I've gotta call you back, babe. I know it's been so heartbreakingly long—"

"Again, only a few hours," you said.

"—but duty calls. Love you, bye."

"Love you, bye."

With that, the line disconnected.

"Ugh," he groaned, his heart aching for the loss of your sweet voice. "I miss her already."

"Ey," his opponent growled, drawing his attention. He started speaking in rapid-fire Spanish, which Deadpool didn't really understand, but he didn't have to. The guy was just ranting and raving.

"Alright, alright, chill," Deadpool said. "Just calm down. It’ll all be over soon, little buddy."

"I am not little! I am a giant!" The guy protested, and Wade could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. "And I will not chill!"

"Well, can't argue with that, I guess," Deadpool said with a shrug, and he took aim. But before he could pull the trigger, the guy was running again.

"Hey, what did I tell you about running?!" He yelled, but his voice fell on deaf ears as the guy reached the ledge.

"I am a giant!"

"No, you're a giant asshat!"

"I will not be bested by some masked buffoon!"

"Buff? Me? Why, I never!"

"You're the biggest asshole I've ever met!"

"You know what? I am a big ass! A big, round, bubbly ass." He paused for a second. "Hey, what's your favorite flavor?"

"Fuck you, you red-clad imbecile!"

"You know, I'd ask you out to dinner first, but we're kinda past that now."

"Argh!"

"Alright, enough stalling," Deadpool said. "It's time to end this."

"Yes," the guy said, turning his gun back on Deadpool. "It is."

Of course, Deadpool being the smart-ass he was, he'd already taken a step to the side. As the bullet whizzed past him, he reached for his gun.

"Now, where did I put that thing? Oh, there it is."

He aimed the gun and fired, and the man fell back onto the ground. The bullet hit him right in the middle of his forehead, his blood splattering all over the concrete.

"Ha ha! Fatality. Deadpool wins!" He said, his voice taking on the deep, grounded tone of the narrator from Mortal Kombat. "Flawless Victory."

He stood over the body for a few seconds, reveling in his victory, before he felt the presence of another.

The gun on his right side got ripped from its holster, and the barrel was aimed back into his face, as it always seems to be.

But, he already sensed it was coming, so his fingers wrapped around his other and aimed that right in the golden spot… and let’s just say, The Golden Girls was a little less golden and a lot more crimson.

"Wow, this has got to be a record," He said as he bent down to stare at the new one’s anguish. "Two dead ugly mustaches in the same day. You can call me Sweeney Todd because shit… I just shaved you the fuck up."

He didn’t give the poor bastard a chance to even whimper before he fired another two shots into the man's head. All in all, this had been the easiest payday he'd had in a while.

He picked up his cell phone and slipped it back into its pocket before bending down and scooping up the mustache man's pistol.

"Ooh, lookie here, a nice, shiny new pistol," he said to himself. "Just what I've always wanted. Well, I don't actually need it. It's not like I have any other holes in my body, but you know what they say. The more the merrier."

He stuffed the gun in his holster and turned around, heading back the way he'd come.

"Time to get back to the good stuff," he said. "I have a date with my favorite girl."

He hopped up onto the ledge and looked down, his eyes locking on the window to his apartment.

And when he arrived, bloody and battered, you could only smile while holding up little ole Mary Puppins in all her drooling glory.

God, how he missed his girls.

[bluem1lls]

hii!! can u write a se-mi x female guard reader and theyre already lovers even before the game started. when reader realized that se mi is in the game, she secretly protected her. when the reader revealed herself to se mi in the bthroom they kinda argued,,

✧₊⁺ i'm mr. loverman (and i miss my lover)

se-mi x fem!reader

✦ synopsis: you're so in love with your friend with benefits that you'll risk your life to keep her safe, even if it's all to let her go in the end.

content: angst, guard! reader x player! se-mi

authors note: hi!!! tysm for your request, i hope u like it!

⋆｡°✩ her fingers feel so good inside that, combined with her lust-filled face that roams your features, you think you can cry from the sight alone.

"yes, yes, yes, just like that" your head hits the wall with a choked moan once she allows you to finish.

as you're coming down from your haze, she kisses you.

her kisses so rough, that you're used to being out of breath afterwards.

she lays you in bed, gently getting on top.

"you're my pretty girl.. and i'll miss. you. so. much" she says, kissing you after every word.

please, make it never ending.

"why can't i go with you?" you pouted as she shook her head no.

"i need to take this trip by myself. i told you.. i need to solve a few issues before.. we get more serious" she says as she hears your sigh. "i want that baby, i really do."

you nod, a bit hesitant, resting your head on her chest. you can feel heart beating, which pulls a smile from your lips.

"we can have a morning quickie, as a goodbye"

she hums as she kisses your forehead in agreement.

"mmm.. such a nice way to say goodbye." she replies as you chuckle. "but i still need one more round, just.. to make sure i'm leaving you all satisfied"

you smirk, lifting your head as your eyes find eachother. your lips meet hers once again.

"make me" she grins, quickly getting on top, covering the naked bodies with the white sheets.

⋆｡°✩ you place the mask over your face, following 015 to the 'red lights, green lights' room. stepping in, you remove the mask and drop the case on the floor, putting the weapon together.

practicing the aiming, you check the new players. you would judge them but, weren't you just one stupid more?

as you got ready for the game, the doll turned around, letting you hear the little song you knew all too well.

everyone started running, slowing the pace as it screamed red light.

you found an already familiar face guiding the newbies, oh? well he's..huh. player 456. that's actually cool.

you scanned the room as the game kept going, finding a face you had imprinted in your brain.

huh, she's pretty.

she has..

pretty brown eyes, short brown hair, piercings.

huh.

your eyes shut closed, trying to supress the angry scream.

the girl looked just like se-mi!

no wait.

it was fucking se-mi.

"fuck."

pulling your hair, you tried to focus during the game, you can't lose it now.

you tried to keep your shots far away from her, trying to not make her flinch or anything that made her move.

as she got to the finish line, a sigh of relief ran through your body.

you couldn't face her now though, that'd be reckless.

⋆｡°✩ as the night came, you stirred in bed. shivers running through your body as you kept thinking about her.

you slowly got dressed, walking where the players went through to go to the bathroom, you nudge your partner to go.

i mean, you weren't a big thing here, but they respected you as a triangle, at least the newbies (circles).

so as he left, you stood there, checking on her through the small window.

you located her on the bed, asleep. she was all alone and you almost ran in there to sleep with her, but you couldn't.

pressing your lips together, you sighed, hoping everything could end soon.

⋆｡°✩ a new day, the end of a new game. you prayed that she made it, as you couldn't be there present for it.

you stood on the bathroom door, guarding, as you kept thinking.

how could you ask them without being suspicious?

maybe grab a circle and ask, then kill him.

or um.. maybe go down to the bathroom door? like last night and look for her?

no, maybe you could-

no need, because as you kept thinking of ways to find out if she was alive after 'six-legged pentathlon' while taking custody, she stood there in front of you.

"can i go orrr.. you'll shoot me?" she smirked, eyeing me up and down.

you swore, if she kept being a brat, you'll throw the mask and kiss her. a few ways to makeout and have a quickie came to your mind.

you nod at her, your gun pointing to the door as she enters, leaving your sight.

at least the brat was alive. thank god.

⋆｡°✩ as you kept with your nightly ritual, you found yourself in the little hallway where the players walked for the bathroom.

you could see her chuckling, she was sitting down with a few guys, manspreading as always.

your eyes roamed her body, and then her face. she was so attractive.

you wouldn't judge any of the girls here if they fell for her.

judge doesn't mean you wouldn't shoot them though.

⋆｡°✩ a new day, a new game.

mingle.

as you stood there, your eyesight found her. she was scanning the room, walking with the same group you saw her yesterday.

moving aside with gun in hand, you stared as her brown eyes started to show a hint of fear as the platform begin spinning.

she does the first round, the second one.

but on third one, something feels weird as you see her talking with this guy, a frown on her face.

your heart shatters as you see her three partners run to a room without her.

fuck no. she's not gonna die here.

you stare side to side, as the guards are busy, keeping their focus on otherways.

good.

you get close, poking her with the gun as she turns around, surprise all over her face. you could see that she'd given up. that broke your heart even more.

"196 and 133 are missing one. run" you mumble, but she can still hear you.

she stays there frozen as you poke her again. she seems to react this time as she runs with them into a room, although she keeps turning back to stare, trying to find out more about you.

you go back to your position. once mingle ends, you let out a breathing that you didn't even knew you were holding.

⋆｡°✩ you can't sleep that night, knowing she's there, probably staring at the ceiling thinking about what happened today, just like you.

you miss her so much you feel like you're about to leave everything to go and help her.

because you would. you'd drop everything for her.

⋆｡°✩ light's out was next. you knew that.

you can never be too careful, right?

as you run downstairs, placing the mask on your face, you find another guard with the triangle instead of circle, like you're used to.

fuck.

"039, what are you-" you cut him abruptly, choking him with your arm.

once his body goes limp, you hide it behind the door.

you start looking for her, she's not in her bed.

a bad feeling running through your veins.

fuck it. it's worth it for her.

as you hide your gun, you enter the common room. the light's are flashing, making it worse to locate her. everyone is in such a rush, they don't even see you. if they did, they're too busy being stabbed to death.

where is she?? WHERE the fuck is she????

you look near her bed, she's not there. you stare behind, the sides. she's. not. there.

fuckk.

you find her friend...min su? on top of a bed, quickly, you run to him. once you're close enough, you could hear a whimper.

no. please. not her.

"se-mi?" you scream with fear, voice almost trembling. "se-mi!?"

your eyes find her cornered against the wall. she already has a wound close to her neck.

what's it gonna be? your life of her's?

there's no doubt.

you aim and shoot. his body falls on top of her as she gasps. her gaze finds yours.

she throws his body to the ground, running to your side.

"who the fuck are you?" she tries to pull the mask as you stop her, holding her wrist.

"not here. bathroom"

she follows you to the bathroom, her body shivers.

"are you cold?"

"no. just.. had a very close death experience" she replies coldly.

there's nothing left to say other than pressing your lips while nodding.

once you get there, you step in first, checking to see if it's empty. you sign her to follow you as she enters, closing the door behind her.

she swiftly pushes you against the wall, holding a shard of broken glass to your throat. "who. the fuck. are you?"

"if you let me, i'll show you" she hesitates but backs up. you remove the mask and everything that covers your face and hair.

her mouth opens in shock. please, not this.

"you're fucking kidding me right? is this some kind of sick joke?" she says, staring wide eyed. "you were the one who helped me today and..oh my god. this entire time it was you"

as you try to get closer, she slaps your hand, rejecting you.

"se-mi, please"

"i can't believe you accepted this. do you have fun killing people? what if- what if you had to kill me?" anger slips through her words.

"i-i dont, se-mi" your eyes close, a few tears threaten to spill. "you lied to me too.. there was never a trip-"

"it's different! i came here to fucking end my debts to have our happy ending! you're just here for pleasure!

"it's not pleasure se-mi. i get fucking paid for this too, i need the money as much as you do" your voice elevates.

tears roll down your cheeks. it's useless.

"can we talk better outside?" you hiccup. "may-maybe when this is done we can get back home and-"

she dry chuckles, shooking her head no.

"you're fucking insane if you think there's an 'us' outside after this"

oh.

she must've seen your fat tears rolling down your cheeks because she attempts to comfort you, the habit being stronger than her. she closed her fist before any move, trying to control herself.

"right." you try to move but all you could do was try to breathe. if you didn't left this place in 2 minutes, you'll have a breakdown.

her gaze filled with anger, starts to disappear once she sees your teary eyes.

"fuck. im- i didn't meant- i" she stutters as her hands cover her face. "i fucked up, i didn't mean to say that-"

its too late, because you start placing all to cover yourself once again. she grabs your arm to stop you as you remove her grip.

"princess, i'm- exhausted and i'm confused and i'm fucking pissed i had you here all along, and my fucking 'friend' tried to kill me and he died in front of me because my girlfriend is the guard at this fucked up place and-" she pulls her hair as she takes a deep breath, clearly stressed.

she closes her eyes, this must be a fucked up nightmare, she thinks.

"baby- i'm sorry."

"you're not the only one who's been having it hard sem. you think this is a birthday party? you get paid to murder your own partners too. you killed them everytime you hit the circle. i need this too. the money- it goes all to my parents se-mi. i don't kill for fun. you need the money to pay your debts and i need the money to keep my parents alive." a sob escapes from your mouth as she looks at you, regret takes over her.

"but i'm fucking glad you lived though. as i'm also glad you lived in 'green light, red light' when i tried to avoid shooting near you to stop you from flinching. as i'm glad i kept you alive, even if i had to stay all night on the door to look after you while you slept after the games. as i'm glad i fucking saved you, while your friends left you to die."

you grab the mask, turning around as her mouth agapes like a fish, trying to find some words to say.

she has none. she knows you're right. or maybe you're both morally gray. you're as fucked up as she is.

and maybe now, she realizes it would've been better if there were no lies from the beggining.

"baby.." she murmurs as you start to head out the door, walking away.

"take care se-mi. i- i did everything i could. i had to pick between your life and mine. and i chose you. there's a big chance they'll kill me if they see the tapes, but at least you get out of here alive." you said, placing the mask again to cover your face.

and you leave. and she lets you leave.

and she cries against the wall until there are no more tears left to cry.

maybe she lost the game, but most importantly, she lost her lover.

and now, there's not a home to come back to, because you won't be there when she does.

[16wolke11]

Clumsy - Oscar Piastri

A/N My first one-shot here! Still figuring out the tagging and stuff, but I hope you like it.

Summary: Oscar's girlfriend is extremely clumsy, always managing to get a new bruise or a new cut just a few days apart. One day she falls down the stairs and needs surgery, Oscar drops everything to be with her.

Words: 2139

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Being a teacher at an elementary school was always my dream job, and after finishing my master's degree, I am finally able to do what I love; teaching the young ones and laying the first stones on their path to knowledge. Even though it is difficult at times, to manage the fidgeting children who tend to get distracted easily, it's still what I love. Seeing success when another one manages to read a full sentence, solve a math problem, or write a rather difficult word with the correct spelling is priceless.

But being a teacher also means I'm not able to accompany Oscar that often. It's just not ideal to travel over the weekend; landing late on Fridays and having to leave exactly after the race, while also trying to prepare the classes for the upcoming week and maybe even needing to correct work from the previous one. I love summer break because it means I can be with Oscar more often, but in the meantime, we make the best out of the situation. We FaceTime frequently, chat while the other is occupied, and just savour the time we can spend together.

This week is another one when Oscar left for a race, and I have to stay behind. Luckily, I have a short day at school today, allowing me to go before lunch and finish some things. Well, if it weren't for my clumsy self. Oscar always jokes that I get at least five new bruises while he's away, and he's probably right, but I can't do anything about the stumbling, the brushing against door frames, or knocking my little toe into anything. But today, my bad luck took it one step too far, and I slipped on the stairs at school, hitting my elbow on them and feeling a sharp pain shoot down my arm.

I've fallen down these stairs before, but I've never been in so much pain. One of my coworkers found me, and after a quick look at my already bruising elbow, we decided to call an ambulance. Now, hours later, I have a diagnosis and finally some time to tell Oscar what happened. I already have a few texts from him, nothing too worried, just some updates about his day and a question about how mine is going. With a sigh, I call his number, bracing myself to tell him everything while not even being able to fidget with my fingers for distraction.

It doesn't take long before Oscar picks up like he's been waiting in front of his phone just anticipating my call or text. "Hey, Oscar," I greet him and hear some shuffling in the background before a door closes and Oscar speaks up.

"Love, everything okay? Shouldn't you be at work?" he asks, his voice already laced with worry. I close my eyes for a moment. Oscar didn't even know I was supposed to be out of work early today and just assumes I should still be at school teaching or supervising the little gremlins.

"Please don't freak out," I start, and I hear a nervous chuckle in response.

"This is not a great starting point for that request, but I'll try."

He's right, but I don't even know how to phrase what happened easily, so I just start with the simplest explanation I can think of. "Well, I kind of fell down the stairs after finishing my last class."

"Again?" Oscar laughs, and I can't help but smile a little too, though I roll my eyes at the same time, even though Oscar can't see me.

"Hey, I can't do anything about being clumsy," I protest, but I only get another laugh in return. Usually, I would laugh with him, but the light throbbing in my elbow, down to my fingers, stops the light mood I'm in.

"Sorry, but I reckon you don't just call to tell me that," Oscar apologizes softly, and then he gets back to the reason for my call. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for all the questions he's going to have.

"No, I might've smashed my elbow pretty badly, and they brought me to the hospital." I tell him the first facts, and immediately the laughing Oscar is replaced with a worried one.

"That bad?" he asks, and I can almost hear the pain in his voice. As much as he likes to joke about my clumsiness, he also hates it when I get injured, even if it's just a little bruise or a cut.

"Unfortunately, I managed to break it and need surgery to fix the broken pieces back into place. It'll be a long recovery because I was pretty successful in splintering the bone into pieces," I tell him what the doctors explained, just in the simpler version. They explained a lot about how they need to make sure there are no little bone fragments left in the joint and the recovery process I'll have to go through.

"Fuck!" Oscar curses, and I can hear him pacing, probably in his driver's room. I can only imagine the distressed look on his face and how he's probably ruffling his hair while a thousand thoughts swirling through his head. Well, at least he's giving me an insight into what's going on in his mind, because he starts rambling.

"How are you feeling? Are you okay? Do you need anything? I could send Margaret over or someone else if you need anyone by your side right now. Did they say anything about the recovery? Will your arm be able to move normally or will there be any lasting damage?"

"Oscar, stop." I manage to speak up when he takes a deep breath. It's sweet how he's trying to help me from afar, even thinking about sending our elderly neighbour to me, but I need him to calm down.

"Sorry, kind of freaking out right now," he mutters, and I smile just a little bit.

"I could tell." I still remember the first time Oscar rambled that much and how surprised I was by the speed and number of words coming out of his mouth. Usually, he's calm, collected, and limits his words to the necessary ones, but when he's really worried, everything just comes out.

"Don't worry, I don't need anything right now. Just hearing your voice makes everything feel better," I tell him, which is the truth. There's nothing I need right now, except for him, and he just helps me by being here on the phone, even though it's not the same as having him in person.

"That's good," Oscar says, and I can hear that he's stopped pacing, probably calming down a little.

"Is there anything you know about the surgery?" he asks after a short break, now sounding like his calm self again.

"We're currently waiting for a free spot in the OR. It's not urgent, but they'd like to operate before the swelling gets too bad, and luckily, I haven't had lunch yet," I explain what the doctors told me. This isn't an emergency, but waiting too long isn't ideal either, so they're going to squeeze me in as soon as one of the ORs is available.

"I bet you're hungry," Oscar grins, and I can hear it in his voice. I've learned to recognize that tone through the phone—the soft change when his lips are curled upwards.

"Starving," I confirm with a soft laugh. My stomach is already growling, but there's no way to get food until after the surgery. I can wait if it means my elbow will be fixed.

"I promise you your favourite food as soon as I'm with you," Oscar says, and I know he's not lying. He would probably even order food into the hospital for me if that were possible, but they wouldn't bring it to me, so I'll have to wait.

"Looking forward to it. Hopefully, I'll be home by then," I mumble, knowing it will take some days until Oscar will be back home, and who knows, maybe they'll send me home just a few days after the surgery.

"We'll see," are Oscar's last words about my injury before we start talking a bit about his day. I get the feeling he's trying to distract me, and it's working perfectly. At one point, Oscar needs to leave for some duties, and luckily for me, a nice nurse comes in just a few minutes later to inform me that my surgery is starting soon.

The way to the OR and the prepping feels like a blur, and quicker than I thought, I'm with an anaesthesiologist. Drifting into sleep feels like a relief because I know my arm will be fixed. Of course, recovery will take its time, but I'm sure I'll manage it just fine.

Waking up after the surgery almost knocks the air out of my lungs because it feels like my arm is falling off. The nurse helps me take a few sips of water, gives me some painkillers, and then I drift back into sleep, even though I just woke up from a deep slumber.

The night is blurry, waking up from time to time—sometimes from the pain in general, sometimes from the nurses, and sometimes from the pain of a sudden movement. But somehow, I make it through the night and feel slightly better in the morning. Blinking, I try to figure out what time it might be when I spot a familiar figure sitting beside my bed, watching me closely.

"Os?" I ask groggily, not sure if he's really sitting there or if the pain meds are playing tricks on my mind. But just seeing the soft smile on his lips makes me hope that he's really there and not just in my imagination.

"Hi, love," he whispers, fingers reaching for my uninjured hand, softly holding onto it, letting me feel the warmth of his touch.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, slowly realizing that he's indeed here and not with his team for the race weekend.

"Being here for you," he simply states, like it's obvious that it wouldn't even be a question for him if he had to choose where to be right now.

"Your race..." I whisper, knowing how important it is, not only to him but to the fans, the championship, the team, and everyone else involved. I would like to ask him if he's insane, if they made it hard for him to leave, but no words leave my lips.

"You are more important," Oscar states, and my eyes well up. How can he be so perfect?

"Thank you," I try to squeeze his hand a bit, but my grip is pretty weak. Oscar starts letting his thumb brush over the back of my hand, and I relax under his touch. His eyes wander over me before he asks a question.

"How are you feeling? Is the pain manageable?"

My eyes linger on my heavily padded elbow for a moment. Right now, I don't feel anything but a dull pain. But it seems like Oscar's touch makes it disappear with every soft stroke of his finger on my skin.

"You make everything seem better just by being here," I state, my voice laced with tiredness, and Oscar smiles softly.

"So, I guess they gave you some nice painkillers," he grins. I can hear it in his voice, and I can feel my lips pulling into a crooked smile.

"Yes."

We look at each other for a moment, but my eyes are getting heavier and heavier, and I have to fight to keep them open for a few more minutes.

"Can you come in?" I ask Oscar, who looks conflicted at my question.

"I don't know," he says, gesturing to my body, indicating he's scared of hurting me in any way, but I just need him close now for recovery.

"Please."

Oscar sighs softly before standing up. "Okay, anything to make you feel better," he says, gets rid of his shoes, and carefully shuffles into the bed beside me. I need to stay on my back because of my elbow being propped up in some bedding, and he lays on his side beside my good arm, resting his arm over my belly and searching for the contact I need. I rest my head against his chest before a thought comes into my head.

"Did you bring the food?" I ask, remembering what he promised, and even though my mind is hazy, I realize he probably already knew he was coming home early when he promised me the food.

"Yes," Oscar confirms, and I can only hum the following words, close to falling asleep.

"Love you."

"Love you too, my little crash pilot," Oscar whispers, holding me in his arms while I slip into the sleep of recovery.

[rubysunnday]

to leave you behind

a/n: let's not talk about how long its been or the fact this is likely (maybe) the last time i'll write for s&b...

summary: reader takes jurda parem instead of nina and kaz is losing it

To Y/N, they'd all accepted their imminent deaths far too easily. They'd done the impossible, they'd broken into the Ice Court. They were not about to die in a tank, a few hundred metres from the Ferolind and freedom.

She glanced over at Kaz. They'd hardly spoken since he'd fainted in the prison wagon. He'd been avoiding her gaze whenever they'd been together and barely acknowledging her existence.

Y/N was growing tired of it. She loved him, she'd come to accept that truth whilst wafting through the crowds at the Ice Court. Perhaps, deep down, hidden and suppressed, he loved her too.

But she had been waiting for too long. Her heart was aching and her mind was tired of the not knowing, of the constant hatred and love all at once.

Y/N looked from Kaz to the rest of their group. She loved them all in different ways. She trusted them all and knew that she'd gladly die for them all.

Which made the next decision that bit easier.

She turned to Kuwei. He noticed her gaze and looked back at her. Y/N didn't speak. The boys eyes widened.

"You don't understand -"

"I understand, Kuwei," Y/N said softly.

Kuwei reached into his pocket and pulled out the little leather pouch that had begun this whole heist.

"Y/N, what are you -" Kaz trailed off as his eyes fell upon the pouch, its rim stained with a rust-coloured powder.

"You're all out of tricks, Kaz," Y/N said, taking the pouch from Kuwei. She shrugged, a sad smile on her face. "What else is there?"

"No, Y/N, don't be ridiculous," Inej warned.

"Personally I think this is my greatest idea yet," Y/N replied, trying to hide her shaking hands. "Besides, not everyone gets addicted after the first dose."

"You can't risk it, Y/N!" Inej exclaimed.

"No, Y/N, she's right, it's not worth it," Nina said. "I'll do it."

"No," Matthias said, shaking his head furiously.

Y/N laughed tiredly. "I have no one to fight for me, Nina," she said softly, trying not to look at Kaz. "You do."

The voice echoed out from amongst the Fjerdan ranks, counting down, getting ever closer to the end. Y/N took a deep breath in. She mentally counted to three and then turned to look at Kaz.

She was aware of everyone else around them trying not to look. Y/N shifted her weight from right to left, bringing herself closer to Kaz. Their elbow brushed.

Y/N raised her hand and gently placed it against Kaz's cheek. She let her thumb trail over his cheekbone. He flinched, his eyes closing tightly. Y/N swallowed the disappointment.

"I expect ten percent of your cut for this, Kaz," she whispered.

Before anyone could realise what was happening, before Kaz could ground himself back into reality, Y/N tipped the parem into her mouth, forcing herself to swallow it in one stodgy swallow.

Instantly, her blood began to thrum, power surging through it, the fire making it grow hotter. She could hear her heartbeat, pounding away over and over and over again. Her cheeks were burning, sweat was running down the back of her neck.

Her fire was screaming to be released. All it needed was one spark.

No.

It didn't need any spark.

Y/N could feel it at her fingertips. It throbbed.

Her gaze moved across the Fjerdan soldiers. She could feel the gunpowder waiting to be lit. She could hear the pistols being loaded and cocked. She could feel the flicker of the flames dancing off the torches they held.

She tilted her head to the left. She focused her gaze on a bomb filled with gun powder.

Her fingers snapped. The fire shot across the space between them and hit the fuse, burning it up in seconds.

The bomb exploded.

Orange light lit up her face, she could feel the heat burning her skin. It was thrilling.

Everything was burning around her and Y/N could still feel fire burning through her veins, desperate to be released into the night.

Y/N took a deep breath in, letting the cold air burning her nose as she did so. As she exhaled, fire flowed from her fingers, lighting up the sky as it soared across and over the soldiers, sending them all scattering to the sides and into the water.

"Drive," Y/N said softly, looking ahead, staring at the fire as it burnt its way along the ground.

Kaz looked at her, a hint of fear in his eyes.

In the middle of the True Sea, there was no fire. Y/N's desire to burn the whole world to the ground had faded to a dull ache. Instead, it'd been replaced be a reluctant sense of acceptance for what was to come.

She was sat on the main deck of the boat, her legs dangling over the edge. It was quiet out here. Everyone seemed to be avoiding her and, when they did run into her, giving her pitiful looks.

Y/N sighed, tilting her head back, letting the ocean spray hit her skin.

"I'm presuming you can't just burn it out your system."

She didn't even react. "No. I'll be burning myself from the inside out."

Kaz stepped forward and pivoted on his heel so he had his back to the railing. He leant backwards, holding his cane loosely in his hand.

"I won't take anymore," Y/N said quietly.

"I wasn't going to mention it," Kaz replied.

"Then why are you here?" Y/N asked, turning her head so that she was looking at him.

Kaz didn't speak. He didn't acknowledge that Y/N had spoken for a while. Eventually, he looked down at her.

"I wanted to talk before it begun."

Y/N nodded, turning back to look at the water churning as they passed. "I fear you're too late."

Kaz glanced down. Her hand rested on the railings, shaking even as it sat there.

As the sun rose, the aches set in. Everything hurt, from her jaw to her toes. All Y/N could do was lie there, shaking, trying not to cry. Inej sat with her for a few hours, her cold fingers combing through her hair, massaging the back of her neck.

Nina, they had decided, was going to be a last resort. If she absolutely had to, she would lower Y/N's heartbeat enough that she went into a coma, allowing her body to work through the drug without causing her too much pain.

Every candle on the ship had been extinguished. Y/N could feel them burning even if they were the other end of the ship from her.

A few hours later, her skin began to burn. She lay on the bed, wearing the thinnest shirt she could find, unable to tolerate anything else touching her. All the blankets had been thrown to the side and her shirt was soaked in sweat. Y/N kept her eyes shut, trying to fall asleep, trying to pretend that what was happening to her wasn't happening.

When the tremors began, Matthias was sat beside her. In her delirous state she'd vaguely realised that they were all taking turns to sit with her, to watch her.

They're waiting for you to die.

"Do you need me to get Nina?" Matthias asked, gently dabbing her sweat covered forehead with a wet cloth.

Y/N shook her head. "No... not, not yet."

"Do you -"

"No," Y/N said, clutching her hands into fists. "No, I can't fall down into it, I can't Matthias, I can't."

"Okay, okay," Matthias whispered, dipping the cloth back into the water and then placing it back on her forehead.

Y/N didn't remember Matthias leaving. One minute he was next to her, the next he was gone and -

"Kaz?" Y/N whispered, turning her head to look at him.

"Y/N."

He'd undressed to just his shirt sleeves, rolling them up to his elbows. He still had his gloves on and his cane was resting against the wall next to him. But he was there.

"Why... what -"

"We're taking turns," Kaz said, his voice hoarse and quiet. "It was mine."

Y/N smiled but, as she did so, the aches overwhelmed her. Her bones felt like they might burst through her skin and her head was pounding, being squeezed through a vice. Her skin was burning, her face was on fire.

She groaned, arching her back as she tried to escape the pain, to free her sweat covered back from the mattress.

A cold hand landed on her arm, pushing her back onto the bed. Y/N groaned, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her heart was pounding, she could hear it.

"Kaz, I can't - can't do this, I can't -"

"Don't give up," Kaz said, leaning forward. His hands were bare, holding her arm down and combing through her hair. "Don't, promise me."

"I can't, Kaz, I can't," Y/N sobbed. "Please, please just -"

"No, don't you dare," Kaz replied, his voice firm. "You're not dying on my watch, Y/N."

Y/N cried, her back arching again, her nails digging into her palm.

The door opened. Kaz looked over, watching as Nina quietly walked in.

"I could hear her heartbeat getting faster," Nina replied, shutting the door behind her. "I wanted to check..."

Kaz looked back at Y/N. He turned to Nina. "Please, Zenik," he said quietly. "Just do it."

Nina stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed. She took her wrist and pressed her fingers to her pulse point.

"Kaz," Y/N said, whimpering. "Kaz?"

"I'm here," he said, leaning forward. "I'm here."

"Stay till the end," she whispered, her tremors slowing down, her eyes growing unfocused.

"Y/N -"

"Promise me."

"I promise you," Kaz whispered, hand stroking her hair back from her face. He watched her eyes close as Nina gradually slowed her heart down. Y/N's eyes closed and her grip on Kaz's hand weakened, her body going limp as Nina put her body into a coma.

Kaz held tight to Y/N's hand. "I'm not going anywhere, Y/N."

[itoshiabi]

💞Summoned by Sae Itoshi💞

(Pt.2 of stain)

Pt.1- here, Pt.3- coming soon

You spill coffee on Itoshi Sae, thinking it's a one-time disaster��until the internet makes you his "mystery girl." When you see him again, everything gets more complicated… and more personal.

Madrid. Finally.

After all the begging, budgeting, bargaining and borderline blackmailing, you made it. You—alone. A working-class girl with more dreams than money and more fire than luck. Seven days. One foreign city. Your own itinerary. Your own rules.

Today was day two. And it was perfect.

Well—aside from spilling coffee on a very expensive man.

But honestly? Whatever. So what if the man in question is Itoshi Sae? So what if you panicked and grabbed a napkin with the energy of a dying gremlin while apologizing in two and a half languages?

It's not like you're going to see him again. It's a blip. A ridiculous, unfortunate, very sexy blip.

You're still glowing when you collapse into your Airbnb bed, freshly showered and smelling like lavender soap and freedom. You call your mother, like a good daughter. Gush about the weather, the streets, the food, the sky. Tell her you're safe. Happy.

Then, half-asleep, you open Instagram to post a few stories — the kind with dramatic captions and sparkly filters, maybe a black-and-white skyline shot to look artsy.

That's when you see it. The notification. And then another. And another.

Message requests. Dozens. Strangers. Girls. Some writing in languages you can't read. Most of them saying one name:

Itoshi Sae.

Your stomach sinks.

You check Twitter. Search his name. Your fingers tremble. And there it is.

A photo.

You — hunched over, clutching a napkin, eyes wide in horror — trying to clean the stain off his designer shirt. And Sae? Sitting there like a goddamn renaissance statue. The internet has exploded.

A fan account posted it. Captioned:

Who's the mystery girl with Sae Itoshi? Secret girlfriend?!

You groan into your pillow.

How the hell did they even find your Instagram?

Your account is private. You're not famous.

But apparently, being next to someone famous is enough.

You console yourself with logic. It's fine. This will pass. The internet will get distracted by something else — maybe another celebrity scandal or a weird football transfer rumor. You're nobody. They'll forget.

So you force yourself to breathe. Roll onto your back. And eventually, drift off to sleep.

➽──────────────❥

The next morning, you swear you're not going back to that café. Absolutely not.

But then… you remember the prices. The almond milk. The divine bitter roast that costs less than a subway ride.

Madrid is beautiful, yes — but expensive. You're budgeting. Surviving. Thriving, even, if you don't count the social media disaster currently haunting your soul.

And it's not like Sae Itoshi will come back to that place. He probably stumbled in once by accident. Or because it was quiet.

So you step inside.

The bell above the café door chimes, sweet and innocent.

And there he is.

Same seat. Same face. Same stupid aura of divine indifference. Like a marble sculpture come to life just to ruin your day.

Your entire body tenses.

You could still turn around. Pretend you forgot your wallet. Or decided you were fasting. Or just bolt into the street screaming.

But the barista spots you. Smiles. Waves.

Damn it.

You sigh. Take a step in. Another.

He sees you. Lifts a single finger.

You blink. "Are you—did you just summon me like a dog?"

He doesn't speak. Just tilts his head toward the chair across from him, like a king granting you audience.

"I hate you," you mutter as you storm over, grabbing your drink along the way and flopping into the chair with a dramatic sigh.

He says nothing. Just watches.

"You again. Great. Because I totally didn't come here to have ten minutes of peace without being reminded that my life is now a clickbait headline."

"You could've picked another café," he says, unbothered.

"Oh sure," you snap. "I'll just go pay seven euros for liquid disappointment because King Itoshi decided to haunt this one."

He doesn't even blink.

You point at him accusingly. "I looked you up."

"Obviously."

"Not because I was interested. It was because your fangirls were haunting me. Also, you have millions of followers."

"Yeah."

"Yeah," you mimic, full of sarcasm. "Are you not disturbed by how insane that is?"

A shrug. "Why would I be?"

You lean forward, eyes narrowing. "Because you're rude. You're emotionally constipated. You don't even smile. How do you have fangirls?"

"Maybe they like that."

You gag. "Are they okay? Do they need therapy? Should I start a GoFundMe for group counseling?"

He says nothing. Just takes another sip.

"And don't think I didn't notice," you add, voice rising. "That photo. You knew. Didn't you?"

He pauses.

"I saw it this morning," he admits. "It's everywhere now."

"You let it happen?!"

Your hand hits the table. A sharp thud. "You could've stopped it! Celebrities do that! Send DMs, issue statements, call your PR people!"

"They wouldn't have stopped," he replies, maddeningly calm. "Not with that angle."

You stare at him. "Oh my God. Are you being vain right now?"

He blinks. "It was a good angle."

Your head hits the table. "I hate you."

Silence.

"I really, really do."

"I know," he says quietly.

You look up, exhausted, furious, vaguely humiliated.

"They found my private Instagram," you mutter. "I don't even know how."

"You're noticeable," he says.

You frown. "What does that mean?"

"Petite. Round face. Foreign. Angry."

Your jaw drops. "So I'm a mad cartoon character and that makes me easy to stalk. Awesome. Great."

You take an aggressive sip of your coffee.

He watches you, silent.

Then suddenly—

"You're fun to argue with."

You stare. "That's not a compliment. That's a cry for help."

A beat of silence.

"You're the first person who's ever told me they hate me."

"Yeah, and I meant it."

His eyes soften. Just a little. Barely enough to notice.

"Do you always talk this much when you're mad?"

You huff. "Only when I'm being stalked, mistaken for a celebrity girlfriend, and cursed to run into some arrogant football god who looks like he chews emotions and spits out apathy."

He says nothing.

And then, softly — quieter than before:

"I don't like the attention either."

You snort. "Oh please. Must be so hard, being rich and adored."

"It is."

You stop. The tone isn't sarcastic. It's just… flat.

Empty.

Something in your chest shifts.

"I don't like people looking at me unless they know me," you whisper. "I'm not used to being invisible. I'm used to being me. Loud, blunt, dramatic, annoying. But not this. Not… someone's shadow."

His eyes meet yours. Steady. Quiet.

"It won't last forever," he says.

You laugh. Bitter and light. "Famous last words."

You take another long sip, straw rattling.

Then mutter through your drink:

"I still hate you."

Sae just nods.

"I know."

[inez-winchester-cameron]

Could you write a longer one shot or smth about that pogue!reader x enemy!rafe? I love the concept sm!!💕💕

this is the post I'm thinking about:

thinking abt sweet lil pogue reader who cant stop thinking abt rafe..her supposed enemy even though she rubs her sticky cunt to the thought of him atleast 3 times before she can sleep..

our little secret

rafe cameron x pogue!enemy!reader

summary: you and rafe both have completely opposite but big reputations but something about him draws you in. in a sort of way that you can't quite explain, nor could you try explaining to your friends

cw: 2 year age gap, innocent and sweet reader, virgin reader, masturbating, suggestive, idek

note: i think id be willing to write more on this topic but i kept this mostly brief. requests open for spn and obx!!

you and rafe are complete opposites in nearly ever sense. rafe cameron is the king of the kooks, a drug addict, a party animal, with raging anger issues. you on the other hand are a sweet little member of the pogues, refuse to touch any drugs, and would rather be at home relaxing than go to a party. on top of that, your two groups are complete and total enemies. you and rafe are supposed to be enemies.

but rafe's always been nice to you, or atleast he's not a complete dick to you. whenever he sees you in public while you're alone, he always finds some sort of reason to talk to you.

"where's your little pogue friends, princess?"

"looking lonely, huh?"

"tell jj he better not show his damn face at one of my parties ever again. think you can handle that, princess?"

and during the altercations between the groups, he stays away from you, harassing the others, never you.

and you know it's wrong. he's a dick to your friends, he treats them like trash. but there's something about him.

maybe it's the big blue eyes or the height difference or the hair. or maybe it's the sweet little nicknames he calls you, and the longing looks he gives you.

whatever it was, it had you shoving your hand down your pants before bed every night. your mind came up with the wildest scenarios, the dirtiest shit.

rafe pinning you against the bathroom sink at one of his parties.

him pulling you away from your group and shoving his dick down your throat.

him calling you dirty names while you bounce on his cock, your tits in his face.

after one particular incident, you find yourself getting home asap to touch yourself. rafe had approached you at a party, where you stood alone. unlike the rest of your group, you were rather shy and all your friends left to be social.

as you stand alone, you sip on the cup that jj had filled for you earlier. you look around, nervously, hoping one of your friends returns to you soon. your heart starts beating faster as rafe cameron approaches you. he gives you a sickeningly sweet smile.

"hey princess, where are your little pogue buddies at?"

"with other friends.." you mutter.

"really? they're leaving a sweet little thing like you all by herself?"

"yeah i can take-" you start but you're interrupted.

"what the fuck are you doing?" jj suddenly asks, barging into the scene, pushing rafe away from you.

"fuck off, maybank, i didn't touch her," rafe says, putting his hands up, "i'll see you later, sweets." he winks at you before walking off.

-

later that night, as you lay in bed, you find yourself thinking about the incident. your hands are neatly laying on your stomach and as you think more and more you find yourself shoving one down your pj pants and underwear.

you sigh as your hand makes contact with your sticky cunt. you rub over your clit for a moment before spreading your lips apart, running a finger over your hole and spreading your slick along your cunt.

a few seconds later, you're shoving a finger up your cunt and whining. for the life of you, you could not get a good angle, ever. you always saw people raving about and talking about how good it feels to finger yourself or get fingered, but you could never get the right angle or feeling by yourself.

after a few moments of absolutely no pleasure, you pull you hand back, groaning. your phone buzzes and you jump a bit. your free hand reaches for it and you pause as you read your newest notification.

'rafecameronobx has requested to follow you'

[captain-huggy-bear]

Whatever You Want

Series/AU: Small town AU

Pairing: Bar Owner!Michael Kesselring x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, talk about a previous partner cheating/bad break up but not with Michael with someone else.

Summary: Michael Kesselring has loved you since he was 16 years old, now you're back in town all he wants is a chance but you've been burn before.

Notes: N/A

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

He's stood on your front porch (or your mother's front porch that you are currently staying at), hands in the pockets of his jeans, jacket soaked, hair plastered to his forehead in wet curls. It's pouring down with rain but he's still come all the way here, still knocked on your door at 9pm because he's got to get this off his chest...because he knows he won't be able to go to bed without doing this.

You're stood just out of your front door in your pajamas, fluffy bunny slippers on your feet and a towel on your head from where you'd gotten out of the shower. You feel like you look a mess, Michael thinks you're as pretty as you've always been. Maybe even a bit more in the glow of the porch light.

"I'll do whatever you want, just tell me what you want..." God, he just...he just wants a chance. He's been trying. Each time you come into the bar he's kind, he's sweet, he makes you laugh, makes sure no one bothers you...and he knows you like him. He can see it, but there's that hesitation there. Every time he tries you pull back, you put him on ice.

"Michael..."

"I'd eat dirt just to get a smile from you. I'd do a triathlon just to do your taxes. I'd let you key my truck so that I could just breathe the same air as you." He's so earnest with it too. Brown eyes wide and genuine. No smile. Serious face, not common to see on Michael, he's usually all goofy grins and big bold laughs. This is different. The way his lips purse, flat. How his brow furrows, shoulders pushed back, tense.

"Mikey..."

"I'd sit and let you burn me with 100 cigarettes for a look in my direction. I'd sell the bar if it meant you'd let me kiss your boots. Just...tell me what I have to do to get a chance, a single chance and I'll do it." He doesn't expect anything more. He just wants a chance, one chance and if you aren't interested after, if you don't want to ever see him again he'll be able to live with it...but he can't live with the idea that he never had a shot, never got to try. Not when he knows he makes you laugh and he knows you better than almost anyone in town. Not when you've been friends for so long, even with the gap between when you left town.

"It's not that simple..." You cross your arms over your chest, protective, like you're expecting this to hurt...and you kind of are. God, you wish it was so simple because you do like him. Michael's the only guy who's ever made you laugh so hard, who's ever made you feel quite so protected...but it's not that simple.

"Yeah, it is. I get it..." He takes an aborted step towards you, stopping when you shrink back not wanting to get in your space and upset you, but also wanting to be close to you at the same time.

"No, you don't get it, Michael! I thought he loved me!" The tears are starting and you swore you were done crying over him, you swore when you came back to town that you'd leave him in the past and just stop thinking about him entirely. Not let him get any more tears from you...and yet here you are, blubbering on your front door step to Michael.

"I thought...he was supposed to be my person, to be my safe space...I thought...my brain shut off around him, I could be myself and I never...I never considered he'd hurt me. But he did. He decided I wasn't good enough and he decided she was better. It's not as easy as just giving you a chance because I'm scared that...I'm scared you're going to turn out just like him." God, you're scared. You're scared to let Michael in. You're scared to be cheated on again. To open yourself up to someone, to offer them your heart on a silver platter just to have them take a stab at it...

Objectively you know Michael isn't like that. You know he's not, but it doesn't stop you being scared. It doesn't stop the fact you're stood on your porch crying, Michael stood in front of you soaking wet and looking at you like a kicked puppy. Like your tears are physically hurting him.

"I'm not him, baby...I'm sorry. I'm sorry he hurt you. I'm sorry he made you think that you weren't good enough or that every guy you come across is just as stupid. But I am not sorry that you're here." He's not sorry that you came back to town. He's not sorry he gets to see you again. He's not sorry that someone else's fuck up gives him a chance to try.

"Michael..." You're sniffling, wiping away the tears that had fallen, trying to collect yourself. This time when he takes a step closer you don't shy away. You let him bridge some of the distance between the two of you.

"How long have you known me?"

"Since we were 8 years old...you helped me up after one of the Tkachuk boys shoved me over." You huff out a laugh thinking about it. At the time Michael had been your hero....the lanky boy with wild hair that had been prepared to fight the Tkachuk's for you, even though they were older and bigger.

"I've been your friend since we were 8 years old...and I've loved you since we were 16." You can't help the gasp that you let out...you'd know that Michael liked you, you'd known since you returned to town that he'd been interested. You hadn't realised quite how long he'd felt that way.

"I've waited a very long time and I'll wait some more...just for a chance. I am not some random guy you met at college. I'm Mikey. I helped your grandma get her cat down from that tree 50 million times." It makes you laugh, thinking about Snuggles. The fluffy, scraggly cat that always went up the same tree and always refused to get down by himself. Michael would always scale the tree and get scratched up in the process bringing Snuggles down...only for Snuggles to decide afterwards that he quite liked Michael now he wasn't up a tree anymore.

"I ate every slice of your mom's meatloaf even though I hated it. I always let your dad force me to mow your lawn every summer even though I have hay fever and it I could barely breathe. There is not a version of me that would ever think that you are not so out of my league, like I'm beer league hockey and you're the NHL. There is not a version of me that would ever think that any other woman even compares to you...like you're the 1st Draft Pick and every other girl is undrafted, didn't even make it to college hockey..." You laugh at his hockey comparisons, the guy that was still obsessed even now, even as he'd given up his dream of being in the NHL.

He takes another step closer, close enough that Michael could touch you if he wanted to. But he doesn't. Lets you keep that personal space even if he wants to reach for you.

"I haven't dated someone since Stacey when we were 18...because I've been waiting for you, baby." You draw your head back, frowning, confused because that's not what you heard.

"No...that's not...what about Casey?" The tall, leggy, blonde with a love for horse riding had gone to school with both of you, she'd stuck around when you'd gone to college. Casey had come out to visit you a few times, not really for you, more because she wanted to see the parties and live it up a little bit.

"Casey?" He looks at you like you'd just told him he'd grown a second head.

"I thought...when she came to see me at college she said you'd hooked up..." She had said she'd had the wildest night of her life to be more accurate. She had said that her and Michael had slept together, that he'd been all over her...she'd been far too descriptive for your tastes as well.

Anger starts to fill him, not at you, never at you. But at Casey, a liar, a goddamn liar and to you...of all the people she could lie to about that of course she'd picked you. Cause Casey was a mean girl at heart and always had been. "Casey is a goddamn liar! She tried to kiss me...she was very drunk. I took her home and she threw up in my truck...took 2 days to get the smell out." He was a gentleman of course. His grandpa raised him right, so of course he took her home and made sure her brother got her into bed alright. But, he didn't kiss her, he didn't fuck her and he certainly never liked her.

"So you never..."

"I have been waiting since I was 18 just to get an ounce of your attention. I was not about to risk that for Casey Smith."

You breathe out a sigh of relief...not even sure why it would bother you. It's not like you had been dating Michael at the time, you didn't even have a crush on him at the time. Too preoccupied with your college boyfriend... but something about the idea of Michael and Casey had you feeling all sorts of wrong.

"I...I don't know, Mikey..." Still, you're not sure. Giving him a chance...it's scary. It's a big move, a big step. It's not really even been that long since you had your heart broken. A few months at most.

"Okay." He shrugs at you, simple. Not getting upset with you, no frustration or disappointment or guilt tripping. Just an 'okay'.

"Okay?"

"I've been waiting nearly 8 years. I'll just wait. When you're ready...when you think you're ready to give me a shot, let me have a chance then I'll be here...but I mean it. I'd do anything you ask to prove to you that I am not that guy. I'd rather cut off off my own hand than hurt you."

You can only stare at him like he's some sort of alien...because what sort of dream did he come out of...what sort of romance book did he get pulled from to be this patient, to be this perfect...and you were still hesitating and you hated yourself for it.

"Just...just think about it?" That's all he wants. One chance or the potential for a chance. So long as there's that he's not going to give up, he's not going to decide you're not worth it because he knows you are. He knows that you are worth every minute of his time, every moment of waiting.

"Okay, I'll think about it, Mikey..."

He lets you step back into your house. Waits until he hears the lock click before he steps back into the rain and runs to his truck. When he looks out of the driver side window towards your house, you're stood in the window watching him go...and he knows. He's got a gut feeling...that you're going to give him that chance sooner rather than later.

He's waited this long, he can wait a little bit longer.

[crowandmousewritingco]

We Liked Your Vibe

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader x Din Djarin

Words: 3.4 k

Rating: M (it's mostly smut folks)

Summary: Din promised Dieter to a threesome, and you have caught their attention.

Author: Mod Mouse (I know I'm not dead)

Note: Happy Holidays everyone! This is my gift to @guelyury for the secret santa exchange set up by @dieterbravobrainrotclub! Thank you @sp00kymulderrI for setting this up! I hope you enjoy your gift.

On another note, I hope to start getting back in the grove of writing. With the semester wrapped up and my life in general calming down, I hope to start posting fics again. I don't think it will be as often as I was (I can't believe I somehow put two fics a week out lol) But I'll figure out something that works. Anyways onto the smut!

“Oh what about that one?” Dieter asked excitedly, nodding in the direction of a goth looking person strolling up to the bar. 

Din glanced up from his whiskey, the melting ice giving a small tink against the glass. His gaze took in the figure, but he shook his head. “Not that one. Came in with a partner.” 

Dieter signed dramatically and slumped over the bar counter. Din slid his drink away to keep him from knocking it over. This wasn’t the first time tonight. “Diiiiiiiiin” Dieter whined. “That’s the third one you’ve said no to tonight.” 

“Yes but all you’ve shown me are couples. I said they had to be single,” Din replied raising his highball glass to his lips. 

Dieter stuck his tongue out at him before turning his head to survey the room. His dark eyes roamed the space once again. So many people with others. ‘Was no one single in the tristate area anymore?’ The thought crossed his mind and he sighed. Maybe it was just going to be him and Din tonight. 

That was until you saddled up to the bar, seemingly with the weight on the world on your shoulders. Dieter’s head poked up as you ordered a shot of tequila. You sprinkled some salt on the crook of your thumb as the bartender set the glass in front of you. Quickly you lapped the salt up with one hand and down the shot in the other, the sting of the alcohol barely affecting you. 

Without looking away, Dieter tugged on Din’s sleeve. “What about that one?” 

Din sighed, only getting slightly fed up with his husband. But when his eyes took you in, something stirred in him. You were very attractive to say the least despite not trying too hard. The favorite shirt that you choose, more for comfort than for attraction, stuck to you in all the right places leaving Din with a nice outline to admire. 

Din hummed which was the most approval he had given all night. Dieter smiled a big goofy grin and practically jumped from the barstool. Though he quickly straightened his outfit to make himself just a tad bit more presentable. Din followed soon and Dieter quickly grabbed his hand dragging the older man over. 

You hadn’t noticed them approach, your mind wiring a thousand thoughts a second. It was only when you heard someone say “Ya know we saw you from across the bar and we like your vibe.” You glanced up and blushed as you took in the odd couple. One man dressed in what you would call disaster chic and the other in a very monochromatic but well put together fit. 

You smirked. “You know this is a new one for me.” 

The messy haired one tilted his head. “Oh and how's that?” 

“Well you aren’t a middle aged straight couple who’s only way to save their marriage is to have a threesome,” You quipped. 

That got a laugh from the shorter man. “We’re about as opposite as that.” 

You raked your eyes over both of them smiling. “You can definitely say that.” 

“Oh where are my manners? Let me introduce ourselves. I’m Dieter and this is my tall, dark and very handsome husband Din.” 

Din held his hand to you and you graciously took it. The size difference from his hands against yours sent heat fluttering to your stomach. “It’s a pleasure to me you,” Din said, taking interest in your reaction. 

“Uh yes um ditto,” You stuttered, still taken aback. “Too bad I’m not dressed up.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Dieter chuckled. “It seems our friend here sees something she likes.” 

“Hmmm? Oh um yes” You blushed quickly taking your hand back. 

“So how about it? Want to see where else there's a size difference?” Dieter asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Your eyes darted back and forth between the pair, but you shrugged your shoulders. “I actually would love that.” 

Dieter’s eyes widened and he clapped his eyes excitedly. “Perfect.” He dramatically pointed to the exit. “Let us make haste and love!” He hurried towards the exit. 

You couldn’t help, but giggle at the man’s antics. You hopped off the stool throwing a few ones onto the counter. “Is he always like this?” You asked Din who offered his arm to you which you gladly accepted. 

“Always.” Din replied, and you followed the chaotic Dieter out the door. 

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Dieter talked the whole way home to their apartment. It wasn’t so bad. You sat in the back with him as Din drove, and Dieter basically went over all of the kinks he had and what they both were comfortable with. It wasn’t what you were expecting considering your past experiences, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. You laid out what you did and didn’t like to do which Dieter was very receptive too. After your check in, it wasn’t long until you were making out with Dieter, his hands roaming all of you and trying to pull you into his lap. You giggle as you carefully straddled his waist, bracing yourself on the door frame. 

A low purr emanated from Dieter as he nuzzled his face into your clothed breasts. You couldn’t help but giggled as he motorboated against the fabric. With your free hand, you tangled your fingers into his curly hair, giving his scalp a gentle scratch. Dieter squeezed your hips making you squeak from the surprise. He smirked and snaked his hands up your stomach, sighing at your soft skin. You watched as he pushed up your shirt, licking his lips at the sight of your bare tits staring him right in his face. 

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I see you weren’t interested in the support tonight.” 

You chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Nah, the girls needed to be free tonight.” 

With both of his hands, Dieter gently grasped your breasts in his hands rolling his thumb gently over your peaking nipples. You gasped, pushing your chest forward needing more stimulation from his fingers. Dipping his head, Dieter lapped at your nipples, the chill from his drink still evident on his tongue. You shivered as he lapped at your peaks, loving the contrasting warm and cold feelings. Dieter chuckled, pausing his motions and nuzzling his cheek into your chest. Playfully he bounced your tits saying, “Well I can be their support.” 

You giggled at his playfulness. “Unfortunately I can’t have you holding them 24/7.” 

Dieter pouted. “But I wanna.” 

You smooth his curls away from his forehead. “I’ll see what I can figure out.” 

That returned Dieter’s smile. With one hand still on your breasts, he sneaked his other down your stomach once more sliding them into your pants. You gasped softly as his fingers toyed with the lacey straps. Dieter smirked. “And you said you weren’t dressed up.” 

You blushed. “I wouldn’t consider underwear as dressing up.” 

“On the contrary, sweetheart. I am always an advocate of showing off the fanciest of underwear.” He purred his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit. Slow delicate circles send a pulses of pleasure through your body. Soft pants escaped your lips and you pressed your head into his shoulder. 

Dieter chuckled as he continued his motions, dragging his fingers all around your sensitive bits. His dark eyes caught Din’s in the rearview mirror and he smirked. “My love I believe your eyes stay on the road.” 

All Din gave as a response was a grunt, but Dieter could tell how worked up Din was. Dieter chuckled to himself as they pulled into their long driveway, the car gliding over the smooth concrete. Din turned the car off, quickly unbuttoning his seatbelt and opening the driver side door. It only took a second for him to open the backseat and carefully pull you off of Dieters lap holding you in his arms. 

You bit your lip as Din nuzzled his nose into your neck, his noticeable erection pressing into your stomach. “Oh and what was that about not paying attention?” Dieter teased, closing the car doors behind you. Din growled into your lips and Dieter rolled his eyes. “I’ll get the door” 

Din followed Dieter up the driveway, the footsteps of Dieter’s crocs guiding him into the house. You weren’t paying attention. All of your focus was the taste of whiskey against Din’s soft lips. Quick pants escaped your lips as the warm air of the house hit your skin. Din bit your lips sliding his tongue into your mouth. Gasping your fingers tangled in his hair giving them a firm tug. Din moaned, his cock twitching inside his pants. You chuckled and nuzzled your nose into his stubbled cheek. 

“Oh that’s such a nice sound.” Din blushed, dropping his gaze. You kissed his cheek leaning in close before saying, “I like hearing you moan.” That heard another twitch in his pants as he carried you into the bedroom. 

With your attention focused on other things, you could finally take in the space where Din had carried you. A giant bed lay against the wall with the soft silken covers adorning the top. Memorabilia from Dieter’s collection lined the wall while Din’s areas stayed relatively minimalist. You wondered how such an odd couple ended up together. 

But quickly your mind returned to the task at hand. As gently as handling an animal, Din set you in the middle of the bed. It only took a moment for him to crawl over you, encompassing you with his wide body. You bit your lips as your hands slid up his button shirt, feeling his muscles tensing under your touch. 

“Mmmmm what a lovely sight you two are,” Dieter commented as he sauntered to the edge of the bed. He made himself at home by the pillows as he watched the show. 

You blushed under the attention of the actor, but continued your focus on Din. Your fingers danced over the buttons, slowly opening them to reveal the skin underneath. The sight was utterly delicious and all you wanted to do was lick the saltiness as you made your way down. 

With a slow pull of your hands, you touched every inch of Din’s torso earning gasps from the older man. By the time you reached the tops of his jeans, he was panting, his full erection pressing against the material. Slowly you caressed his cock, feeling the magnitude against your hand. “Shit you are big.” You said, licking your lips. 

Just like his shirt, you undo the button, shifting the material down freeing his cock. It stood at attention with beads of precum already pooling on the head. With a finger, you traced the prominent vein up the shaft to the head where you gathered the precum against your finger. Curiously you brought it up to your lips, not breaking eye contact with Din as the saltiness coated itself over your tongue.

 You moaned at the taste and you could hear Dieter chuckling beside you. “He tastes better than any cocktail.” 

Humming in agreement you shifted yourself bringing your head closer to Din’s. But as you go to take his cock into his mouth, Din stops you with a gentle push on your shoulder. You look up, worried you did something wrong. 

“I want to treat you since you were so kind to agree to this,” Din voiced, a soft pink blush on his cheeks. 

You couldn’t help but blush in return. With these sorts of nights, you were lucky if the man ever went near your vagina with anything other than his cock. Din was such a considerate person that it was a shame this was only for one night. You nodded, returning back to your original position. With dexterous fingers Din pulled your pants along with the underwear off in one fluid motion. You shivered as the cool air hit your legs. Din stared at you with his dark brown eyes as he trailed slow kisses from your calf to your thighs until you could feel his breath against your wet lips. 

“I’m gonna devour you, little flower,” Din purred. 

Dieter rolled his eyes. “We all love your chivalrousness babe, but someone is also getting lonely. And I mean, she did want to blow someone.” Dieter commented and you couldn’t help but smirk. 

With a playful roll of your head, you opened your mouth ready for Dieter’s cock. Dieter smiled pulling down the waist of his well loved yet fashionable sweatpants, his own erection popping out. You lifted your hand giving Dieter a few pumps before kissing the head. His own salty taste mixed with Din’s was like a cocktail of lust in your mouth. 

That was when Din took the opportunity to take a long lick up your lips ending on a flick of his tongue on your clit. You gasped from the sudden pleasure, making you open your mouth. Dieter took the chance and slid the full length of his cock into your mouth. You gagged a little though taking no time to adjust to his size. 

Dieter leaned back his head against the headboard. “S-Shit we should have found you faster.” He slowly thrusted into your mouth, your tongue swirling around and up the shaft. “D-Din we gotta keep her.” 

Din hummed in agreement as he lapped at your clit. Sparks of pleasure tingled in your stomach, making you moan against Dieter’s cock. The full balls slapped against your throat as Dieter’s thrusts started becoming faster. Dieter cursed with each movement enjoying himself immensely. His gaze wandered down to watch Din as he continued to pleasure you like you were his last meal.

“Shit babe, leave some of that for me. She’s gonna need it when I cum inside her.” You moaned at the thought of his cock spilling his seed inside you. Dieter smirked his gaze meeting your eyes. “Is that something you want, doll?” He asked, his thumb tracing your cheek. You nodded the best you could, and Dieter slowly pulled out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting you two. 

“You heard the cutie. I think it’s time for the ol’ Johnson to shine,” Dieter exclaimed excitedly as Din shifted away from you. It was your time to roll your eyes at the other man’s antics. Dieter maneuvered around getting on his hands and knees in front of you. 

“You’re ridiculous,” You teased hands cupping Dieter’s cheeks and quickling kissing his lips. 

“Uh ya ridiculously horny,” He replied with a cheeky smirk. 

You threw your head back against the pillows, a loud laugh filling the room. “God you’re funny.” 

Dieter glanced over his shoulder at Din who had kneeled behind him. “See, someone thinks I’m funny.” 

“Just give it a few years,” Din teased back as he gently pulled a very fancy buttplug out of his husband. Dieter moaned at the lack of friction and you preoccupied him with your lips. He pushed for dominance against you, but you pushed back with just the same intensity. 

Din set the butt plug aside and squirted a dollop of lube onto his palm. Carefully he applied the generous amount onto his cock and Dieter’s hole. A soft gasp escaped Dieter’s lips as he shuttered against the chilly material. 

With a quick peck of the cheek, you said “Don’t worry. You’ll be warmed up in no time.” Dieter groaned at your words, his own cock twitching at the idea of being deep inside you. With a slow push, Din entered him a deep grumble vibrating his throat as he felt Dieter pulse around him. Dieter moaned, resting his head on your shoulder as he adjusted to his size. 

Gently you twirled his curls around your fingers, your nails massaging his scalp. It only took him a moment for him to be ready. Dieter gently pumped his own cock adjusting his hips to meet yours. He guided his cock up and down your slit, your arousal coating the head. You both moaned at the feeling. 

But Dieter grew impatient. With his hand he guided his cock to your hole, gathering up the wetness glistening between your legs. With an eager but still gentle push, he buried himself fully inside of you. The noise that escaped his lips was down right sinful as his legs shook from so much pleasure. Small pants flowed from your lips as you felt Dieter filling you to the brim with his cock. It twitched inside of you and you squeezed around it in response. 

“Fuck,” He whimpered nuzzling his nose into your neck, his warm breath ebbing against your skin.

Din took this as a sign to begin thrusting. It was slow at first, gauging how you were handling everything. In and out Dieter’s cock rubbed against the sensitive areas inside you, and you moaned. Fingers pulled at Dieter’s curls earning a new set of moans to the symphony of sex. 

Din grunted as he pulled his cock almost out of Dieter before plunging it back inside of him, sending Dieter deeper inside of you. The trio moaned as everyone was feeling on cloud nine. Din sped of up thrusts, the need for gentleness over. He draped his torso over Dieter’s back, leaning in to bite on the actor’s shoulder. 

Dieter twitched inside of you, and you smirked. “S-Shit I should bite you more,” 

Dieter moaned as Din’s thrusts became more erratic. It was clear that Din was close to cuming and by the way Dieter felt inside of you, he was close too. Your hand slid down your torso and your fingers began circling your clit, speeding up your motions as you felt the heat in your stomach began to grow and grow. 

With each circle you squeezed around Dieter, earning a moan each time. Your fingers pressed on a particularly sensitive bit and you moaned, sending your legs shaking. Dieter couldn’t hold on much longer. With a few more thrusts from Din, Dieter leaned his head back and came hard inside you. You could feel each bit of cum drenching your walls. 

You played with your clit as fast as you could, using your entire hand to gain the pleasure you need. Soon you joined Dieter in the realm of orgasm and came with the tensing of your legs. As you came down from your high, a series of grunts filled the room as Din filled Dieter with his own high. 

All three of you were left panting against the bed. Din was the first to pull out, and with a tilt of your head you could see the cum cascading down Dieter’s leg. Din gave Dieter’s ass a few taps before slowly getting off the bed to grab a towel from the bathroom. 

Almost reluctantly Dieter pulled out of you, his gaze drifting down to see his own seed dripping from you. “Fuck that’s such a pretty sight, doll.” Dieter moaned as he leaned down. You followed his gaze with curiosity. Dieter glanced up. “What? Think I would miss an opportunity to taste the both of us? Not a chance.” With a quick swipe of his tongue, he gathered you and his own arousal on his tongue savoring the saltiness. You gasped at the overstimulation and latched onto his curls for grounding. This only spurred him on, and soon he was devouring like he hadn’t eaten in days. Another orgasm ripped through you, surprising you with how quickly he made you cum. That made Dieter’s ego skyrocket, and he chuckled as he detached himself from you. 

“S-Shit…how?” You asked, panting, mind fuzzy from the pleasure. 

“I can’t give away all of my secrets,” Dieter winked before he settled beside you. His arms pulled you in for cuddles which you gladly appreciated. The warmth from his chest filled you with ease as you wound down from the activities. 

Din reappeared with the washcloth, and with effortless gentleness he cleaned the both of you. He tossed the material aside, dealing with it at a later time, before settling on the other side of you. You practically purred at the feeling of the two men sandwhiching you. 

Everything was quiet as you laid there. Din gently drew imaginary shapes on your skin, and Dieter twirled your hair in his fingers. “C-Can we do this again?” You asked hesitantly not wanting to break the magic of tonight. 

Dieter chuckled against your hair. “I was hoping you would ask that.” You smiled in return happy that your crappy night had turned into something you had a feeling would last a long time.

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IMPERFECT FOR YOU

P. Bueckers x Singer!Fem!Reader

Summary: You always write songs. Paige wants to write one for you though. She shares how she sees you. How you see her for more than an uprising basketball phenomena.

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): First person pov (this actually pains me to write in first person but for the sake of the fic, it must be done.), mentions of death

A/N: Shorter fic because it's late and I feel like I'm just mindlessly typing at this point. Like a zombie or something idk

WC: 1.6k

My girl, come take my hand. Throw your guitar and your clothes in the back seat.

"Ready to go?" I asked her.

She and I have been dating for as long as I can remember. Alright, maybe it was only like 5 years. But still that's a long time! She had just had her big break about 2 years ago with her hit song, We can't be friends (Wait for your love). I was so proud of her it was insane.

Every time a reporter would ask about us, I would always bring her up. It didn't matter if a reporter only asked about my career and basketball, I would still bring her up.

"Yeah, thanks. I know it must be a burden to drive me places after my shows. I seriously can just have my manager call us a ride." She smiled apologetically.

"No need, plus it's more private that way. I get to spend time with my superstar girlfriend after her amazing shows."

"You're also a superstar."

"Not as super as you my star."

"Ha. Ha." She laughed sarcastically.

I started to pull out of the parking lot and drove us back to the hotel.

"Babe, there was a fan here tonight. She was a mother. She said her son was lost to cancer and that he loved my music." My girl said sadly.

I gave her a sad look before letting her continue.

"Sometimes it hurts hearing people's stories like that but it's also rewarding to know that I brought them comfort in drastic measures you know?" She looked out the window.

"Yeah, you're pretty amazing though. I think anyone would be happy to let you comfort them through your work." I replied, not taking my eyes off the road.

"You're going to be alright, I'm here." I assured.

My love, they don't understand. But I'll hold your hurt in the box here beside me.

"You're very special to me P. I just hope you know that."

"I do, ma. I do."

How could we know, we'd rearrange all the cosmos?

Even in times that we didn't agree, we still worked it out. Because we were- are a team and we aren't supposed to be against each other. I wrote my girl a song and I had just finished it tonight. I was going to share it with her after dinner. I want to let her know that her works inspire me to create my own art for her.

"You can't be serious. Do you think we'll really be alright? I mean I'll be gone for games and you're going on tour. We'll never see each other."

"I have to do this. Paige, we're never going to always be together. It's just how our careers work. But we're a team and we know each other. We'll get through this. Plus I'll come see your games as much as I can while on tour and I know you would do the same for me. We'll be alright, babe."

Paige sighed. "I trust your judgement, ma."

We crashed and we burned. Now I just can't go where you don't go.

You kept your promise and you attended one of her games nearby and wore her jersey proudly as you cheered. You loved your girl and she had such raw talent. You two were a formidable duo and the world was never going to be ready for an ultimate power couple such as yourselves.

There were many cameras and reporters trying to get a bit of your time but you pushed them away. You were here for your girl and not the public. You kindly declined another reporter before they shot their question anyways.

"How do you two deal with your imperfections? Your bond is so strong it seems like you two are always perfect, to each other in and out of the public eye."

You smiled before leaning in.

"We're not perfect but we always have each other's back. Even when it seems like we could be against each other, we always come back around and figure it out together."

And usually I'm, fucked up, anxious, too much. But I'll love you like you need me to.

Paige was sitting with her teammates. The game was tougher than she had anticipated and she was really in her head. She played with the ends of her hair in her signature braided ponytail, scanning the room. She couldn't meet your eye and it made her deflate a bit.

"Looking for someone?" You smirked.

Her head whipped around and she stood up before pullng you into a hug.

"You made it."

"Always will, P."

Imperfect for you.

I always knew that my girl would bring me out of situations where my emotions could get the best of me. I mean being under the constant watchful eye of the media, it brings a toll to the person. There is no one I can share that experience with better than her. She understands what I mean better than anyone and she knows best how to get me out of my head.

Before her, I would always get tempered and while my friends and teammates tried their best to help me like she does, it just wasn't the same. But when she did it, it worked better than any medication I could ever take.

She could do the same things as my friends when they tried, but hers would just be more effective because well, I was in love with her.

I'm still in love with her.

Messy, completely distressed. But I'm not like that since I met you.

"You okay, P?" She asked me.

"Yeah, just thinking about us."

"Hope it's good things."

"You bet."

Imperfect for you.

It was late and we just got back to the hotel. Not many places were open so we decided to order room service. The clock on the nightstand read 11:54 P.M.

"I am exhausted." She laughed, pulling her shoes off.

"I bet, I could never have a profession like you. Walking around for hours, singing and dancing."

"You're literally a basketball player."

"And?"

She shook her head at me and laughed. I pulled her in and gave her a sweet kiss.

Let's go tonight, 'cause there's just a few seconds left 'til tomorrow.

The door let out a soft knock and I pulled away, opening the door.

We have all that we need, let's leave our baggage and wine at the table.

"Your wine, ma'am." The person said, handing me a bottle of expensive wine.

"I didn't order this." I started.

"Yes she did, thank you." My girl smiled behind me, taking the bottle and closing the door swiftly.

"We didn't-"

"Who cares? Free bottle of wine." She popped the cork and took a swig of the bottle before offering it to me.

I laughed and took a gulp myself.

How could we know, that this was a happy disaster?

"Babe I wrote a song for you, about us." I said nervously.

She smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"You didn't have to do that. Will you share it with me? It's alright if not. I know it takes a lot of courage to say that you even wrote one."

"No, I want to share it with you, its about us and importantly it's for you. You inspired me like you inspire so many fans." I smiled, pulling away and grabbing the piece of paper that has the lyrics.

I grabbed my phone and started to play the melody I came up with on Garage Band.

"Garage Band?" She laughed.

"Had to make do, stop." I laughed too.

I'm glad we crashed and burned. I'll never forget when you told me. You said, "Usually, I'm fucked up, anxious, too much. But I'll love you like you need me to. Imperfect for you. Messy, completely distressed, But I'm not like that since I met you".

I sang softly, timing the music just right. Tears welled up in her eyes and she took my hands in hers and swayed us softly as I continued to sing as best as I could.

How could we know, we'd make the bad stuff delightful? I'm glad we crashed and burned. I know we'll be there for each other, when we're feeling fucked up, anxious, too much. But I'll love you like you need me to. Imperfect for you. Messy, completely distressed, But I'm not like that since I met you. Imperfect for you.

I finished the song and she pulled me into a soft passionate kiss.

"You're so sweet babe." She muttered against my lips.

"You make me this way, ma." I sighed softly with a smile.

Fucked up, anxious, too much. Like you need me to.

"I can see a music career in your future babe." She released herself from my grip and picked up the phone to order real food.

The wine had buzzed me a bit and I smiled sheepishly.

Imperfect for you.

"I think basketball is really what I'm good at. I think I'm going to leave that to you."

"Well let me know if you change your mind, but honestly? I like having a soft sappy basketball girlfriend. She's tall but so so in love with me."

Messy, completely distressed. Not like that since I met you.

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Now hurry I'm literally starving."

"I'm working on it P."

"Maybe you should work on something else huh? And it's not your new album." I hinted with a smirk.

She lightly hit my arm and I let out a fake groan.

"That hurt!" I whined.

"Get your mind out of the gutter. Dirty girl." She laughed.

"I love you." I pouted.

"I love you, too. Hello? Yes, I'd like to order room service for me and my girlfriend..."

Imperfect for you.

[redbullgirly]

Hi, how are you? I saw your requests are open so can you please write a social media au where charles leclerc is dating a singer similar to Taylor and Travis's relationship and just the internet reactions to it the rest is up to you, thank you 🫶🏻

sabrina carpenter as face claims if you're okay with it

HEART ON TOUR [CL16 smau]

Charles Leclerc x singer!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Everybody wants to attend Y/N's world tour and that clearly includes the Ferrari star driver, Charles Leclerc. Though when at a concert, he doesn't get the chance to speak with the famous singer and ask her out, and then gets asked about it in an interview, he isn't shy to admit what his intentions were. Maybe that'll bring Y/N's attention to him... and it definitely will bring the fan's attention. Soon enough, rumors about the couple dating start running around.

Warnings: I worked on this for like 8 hours straight so it's very much possible there are some mistakes or spelling errors I didn't even notice after all that time XD.

Author's Note: Here you go Anon, hope you'll like it! I used Sabrina Carpenter as face claim because let's be honest, she has great photos for this type of social media au and is a singer as well. I made this more like a story of how Y/N and Charles started dating and the fans reaction to that and also somehow tried to replicate Taylor's and Travis' way of meeting, some events and timelines, but to match it with Formula 1 world. Thanks for the request and enjoy! :)

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yourusername It's always great to be home, even if you're on a world tour!🇺🇸 Thank you LA for having me, singing in the rain with me and creating special atmosphere I'll remember my whole life!❤️‍🔥 And now Rio de Janeiro is waiting as the next stop of my Heart On Tour!✨🎤

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user1 NO ONE looks that good in the rain except her

arianagrande perfect💋

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user2 the concert was so good y'all don't understand now I can't live without knowing I'll see her sing again 😭💔

user3 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user4 Real angel right here 🤍

taylorswift Nothing screams girl power more than you honey!❤️‍🔥

yourusername thx sm taylor!!! you're literally my biggest inspo ever, love youu 🥰

user5 I love how they're fighting for the most successful and profitable tour ever but still support each other!

user6 omg stop it this is so sweet🥹

user7 The tabloids that constantly try to pit them against each other should be embarrassed XD

user8 STOOOOP NOT MY TWO PARENTS INTERACTING!!!

user9 taylor swift & y/n y/l/n... the best celebrity duo ever😻

user10 ur literally the people‘s pop princess

charles_leclerc Great concert!😍

user11 ARIANA WHAT R U DOING HERE

user12 lol user11 the fact that Ariana herself is under this post as well 😭

user13 not charles trying to shoot his shot with your queen

user14 Why is my fav f1 driver randomly commenting under Y/N's post?!🤠

user15 waiiittt does this mean he's been at the concert???

user16 omg NO WAYYYY🫢

user17 guys I think he was trying to flirt w her and you kinda ruined it💀

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user17 what the hell-

user18 you left a whole country speechless💗

user19 More like the whole world!!!

spotify WOW 🤩

user20 I wanna be Y/N so baaad

victoriassecret If you ever retire from singing, come and be our angel!💘

user21 so who's here just to first handedly look at charle's sus comment? admit it🤨

user22 meeee

user23 I thought I'm the only one 😭

user24 well when you put it like that user21...

user25 I wish I could repost comments on ig 😃

user26 🫢🫢

user27 Yeah me too guys

user28 honestly i'm not even ashamed🤷‍♀️

user29 Models are lucky you’re not a model

user30 FR

user31 BRASIL IS WAITING FOR YOU 🇧🇷❤️

user32 i seriously dont get the hype she has 🖕

user33 Then go away lol

user34 I can sense the formula one side of twitter is going to eat this upppp

user35 It's so funny how the crazy fan girls can get hyped over one comment... like be fr yn is a world famous singer ofc charles knows about her and can be her fan 🙄

user36 yeah plus I think she said herself she knows him too and is f1 fan bc she watched it with her dad or smth

user37 OMG they're each other's fans?!🥺 Idgaf about being crazy fan girly if it means we'll get this romance story!!!

user38 UR STYLIST DESERVES A RAISE 'CAUSE DAAAMN😘

user39 maybe i'm broke now but this concert was worth the money

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charles_leclerc Good days off. ❤️

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user1 no way a woman made it to his babygirl filter instagram feed��

user2 it's not a woman anymore... it's THE woman

user3 Uhmm...who is that girl?? In the second picture??

user4 I have a feeling that it's Y/N Y/L/N 🤭

user4 No way oh my god?!

user5 calm down guys it isn't confirmed or anything😑

carlossainz55 You are giving everybody a headache mate

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user6 you tell him carlito!!!!!

user7 OMG look at who liked his comment😃

user8 WAKE UP NEW PHOTOS OF CHARLES DROPPED 🗣🗣

user9 ehm charlie honey... who is that???🧐

user10 Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/NNNN

user11 Manifesting in real life lmao

user12 whats hapeningggggg

user13 he isn't single anymore 💔💔

user14 but it's y/n ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

user15 I hope so 😔❤️‍🩹

user16 What a way to start my day

user17 i literally spat out my morning coffee

user18 this is such a random soft launch help😭

user19 You see, I know that blonde hair from somewhere... 😏

user20 DAMN

user21 sorry not sorry but that's clearly y/n in the third pic🤷‍♀️

user22 💯💯💯🥇🏆

scuderiaferrari Let's rock the next Grand Prix!❤️‍🔥

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charles_leclerc ❤️‍🔥

user23 ADMIN TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW RN

user24 interesting choice of emoji that's associated with y/n and the heart on tour 🥸🥸

user23 SUS

user24 Hard smash

user25 i love that even while soft launching he can't let go of the aesthetic filter he uses for his whole ig💀

joris__trouche lol true

user25 ohhh hi joris😭

user26 Idk who she is and tbh idgaf 'cause she's hooot 🥵😩

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yourusername cruising down the street in my red car, feeling the wind whisper secrets, oh so far. 💄🎸🏎

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user1 i never knew i needed ferrari coded y/n to live till we got her 😩

yourusername me neither babes

user1 oh my god what does that meeaaannn???!!!

user2 pop princess is living the dream so happy for you and all of your success

scuderiaferrari Everybody is a Ferrari fan ❤️

yourusername ofc!!🫡

user3 Yes we are... just pls stop giving us depression

user4 ohhh the caption screams NEW SONG

user5 right?! it's giving ✨lyrics✨

user6 let's pray for a release soon

user7 🙏🙏🙏

charles_leclerc Red suits you ❤️

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user8 omg

yourusername wonder why ❤️

user8 OMG

user9 i dont want to be delusional... but c'mmon they gotta be dating

user10 THIS FEEL LIKE A HISTORICAL MOMENT YALL🤭

user11 ...so we're not talking about how the gp ended (or started) for charles, right?🥲

user12 idk what you're talking about🥲

user13 formation lap? naaaah it didn't happen🥲

user14 um so like you’re actually perfect

spotify you are GLOWING 🤩

user15 mommy- sorry... mommy-sorry... MOTHER

lilymhe my girl crush strikes again

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user16 she's just like us xd

user17 I can't blame you Lily😌

user18 PLS I'M BEGGING YOU TELL US IF UR DATING CHARLES OR NOT

user19 Yall think she's real?😍

user20 congrats on dating our babygirl driver y/n!

user20 (delulu is the solulu if you're wondering)

user21 Does Charles' mom in the likes mean something??🤔

user22 i bet he talks about y/n at home 😏

user23 you two are making me too obsessed with this couple that isn't even couple and their family relationships

user22 isn't couple YET!

user24 That's the thinking I like user22 😂

user25 ICONIC❤️‍🔥

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yourusername secret's out i guess... love u with my whole heart and i'll be forever glad you went to my concert!💝

speaking of music, he's also my muse y'all so be prepared for new album coming soon 😚

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user1 AAGGHAHGDGADGASDHJGAD

user2 only acceptable reaction

user1 I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M MORE EXCITED ABOUT THEM DATING OR Y/N MAKING NEW ALBUM TBH

user2 again, only acceptable reaction

charles_leclerc Proud of you mi amor!😘

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yourusername and i'm proud of you too honey 🥹🫶

user3 they're so sweet I caaaaan't

user4 FINALLY!!!! big congrats to you both

arthur_leclerc How did he even get you to date him?😆

yourusername let's say your big bro can be charming when he wants to... 😌

arthur_leclerc Okay NO NEED for details😅

yourusername xdd

user5 MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user6 everybody's roman empire im afraid😍

user7 how can you both be so damn hot?!

carlossainz55 Does this mean free tickets? 😏

yourusername we'll se about that

landonorris pls y/n

danielricciardo hiiii y/n

alex_albon think of my gf y/n

yourusername okay okay you convinced me

maxverstappen1 I bet it was Alex's comment that convinced you

yourusername ...no need to expose me like that max emilian ☹️

user8 they're the IT couple

user9 Look at how cute Charlie looks in the 5th photo🥰

user10 OMG YEEES

user11 hey am I the only one who's instagram is glitching and not working???

user12 loool Y/N and Charles broke the internet😭

user13 Yeah and they took it too literally 'cause my ig is acting weird as well 💀

user15 look at my fav couple 😻

user16 I hope she'll bring him luck in the next f1 season

scuderiaferrari Everybody is an Y/N fan ❤️

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charles_leclerc 🫡

user17 FACTS!!!

user18 mommy and daddy right there

user19 idgaf about her and Charles THE QUEEN IS WORKING ON MORE SONGS YEEEES

f1 Welcome to the family Y/N! 🫶

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user20 she's the best wag ever 💕

user21 THE MOMENT I WAITED FOR IS HERE

user22 I'm looking at the third photo respectfully 🤭

user23 i love this soft side of Charles omg🥺

user24 righttt? he should post photos like this as well, its better than those professional ones on his profile

user25 Totally agree with this

user26 my jaw dropped but I'm happy about it

user27 idk but charles & y/n definitely won my heart

user28 😍😍

user29 NEW ALBUUUUM

user30 Y/N Y/L/N you'll be forever famous!❤️‍🔥

BONUS

Enchanted Wheels by Y/N Y/L/N (lyrics):

Cruising down the street in my red car,

Feeling the wind whisper secrets, oh so far.

Monaco lights, they dance in the night,

As I search for a love that feels so right.

In this city so bright, I'm lost in the haze,

But I know deep inside, I'll find my soul's maze.

I'm chasing dreams, like chasing the moon,

In this journey, I'll find my love soon.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

Driving through the streets, past midnight's hour,

Looking for heartbeats that give me the power.

In every stranger's eyes, I see fleeting sparks,

But I won't settle for less, only love from the heart.

Monaco's captivating, but love's the real deal,

I won't let go until my heart can finally heal.

The city's alive with endless possibilities,

Somewhere out here, there's a love meant for me.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

I've been searching high and low,

Through the crowds, I hope you'll show.

I believe in fate, destiny's plan,

Perhaps you're just one turn away, my soul's lifeline.

Enchanted wheels taking me away,

Through the starlit skies, where love will stay.

In the magic of Monaco, my heart takes flight,

Hoping destiny guides me to my soulmate tonight.

With every passing mile, my hope grows stronger,

In this journey for love, I won't wait any longer.

Enchanted wheels, lead me to my greatest win,

In Monaco, I'll find my soulmate, love from within.

THE END

Author's Note: Wow, this took m longer than expected (and the worst part was finding that one picture that somehow matches Charles' instagram filter), but I'm really satisfied with the result. Hope you liked this social media au and once again, I'll be grateful for likes, comments, reblogs, follows and every other way of showing your support. Also a little disclaimer: I didn't write the whole song, just a part of it and then helped myself with AI because I'm not really good in songwriting. Though I'm still curious if you liked the bonus, so let me know. Good night! :)

[merlyybird]

charmy's pb&j adventure

["i'm gonna write a little slice of life as a warmup" i said before writing ~2400 words lmao. hope you enjoy!]

"I'm hungry," Charmy said.

Vector glanced over from where he sat hunched at the desk, in the middle of listening to a client on the phone and taking notes on his notepad---his pen halted when he heard Charmy speak up. He carefully angled the phone away from his mouth before whispering back. "Go get some food, then. I'm busy."

"Can I have a peanut butter and jelly?"

Vector's brow set itself in a line. "You can have cheese crackers. I'll make you a sandwich when I'm done with this call," his eyes flicked back to the phone. "All right?"

Charmy furrowed his brow and raised his voice without even knowing it---all he knew is that he felt kind of mad now. "Why can't I make me a sandwich?"

"Charmy---!" Vector hushed for a moment to see if the client had heard him on the other line, then he faced Charmy and made a zip it! motion in front of his mouth.

"Look," he hissed, "We can make one together when I'm done, but you can't use a knife when I'm not there."

"Why not??"

"What do you mean, 'why not'? You cut your finger last year! Had to get stitches and everything! You don't remember---" Vector started and quickly straightened up in his desk chair, facing forward again and bringing the phone close to his mouth. "Uh---Yeah, I'm still here, sir! Just speaking with my associate...Can you, uh, gimme that whole last part again?"

Charmy remained there, hovering, for a few moments. He kept staring at Vector, waiting for him to change his mind, but Vector just said an occasional "Uh-huh" to the client and started writing on his notepad again. After a moment, he shot Charmy an intense look that plainly said, don't you dare.

Charmy let his arms unfold, his expression a little droopy with sadness now. He puttered out of the front office and meandered toward the kitchen with his head slightly bowed.

He couldn't use a knife? Just a butter knife, not even a real one? That accident was a whole year ago, and he was still little and stupid then. He wasn't little anymore. He knew how to do it right. After all, he'd watched Vector and Espio make a sandwich, like, a gazillion times, and they didn't even need to cut anything.

Well, he was gonna show them. It didn't matter that Vector had said no, because he was gonna show him he had nothing to worry about.

Charmy made it to the kitchen, which was currently empty and floating in soft late-morning light. He put a finger to his chin, squinted, and took inventory of where everything was. The bread was in the bread box. The peanut butter was in the cabinet. The jelly was in the fridge. And the knife would be with all the other silverware. It still gave him a tiny twinge of anxiety to think about using one---the incident last year still stuck out in his mind---but it was easy enough to push down and ignore.

Something Charmy had always liked to hold over his coworkers' heads was that he could fly, so he could reach all the cabinets with total ease, even the one above the fridge. It didn't take much effort to gather all the ingredients and lay them out on the counter.

He decided to pull up one of the kitchen chairs to sit on while he worked, though. He remembered that, last year, he had cut himself while he was hovering and trying to slice an orange. Maybe staying still would be safer, and then the others would see that he was good at being careful.

Once he was seated at the counter, Charmy pulled open the silverware drawer. The Chaotix kept utensils in various sizes---big forks for Vector, medium forks for Espio, small forks with different-colored rubber grips for Charmy. It kind of made him think about the story with the three bears, where each member of the household had something meant just for them. He wasn't too keen on being the "baby bear," though.

The butter knives sat in the far right part of the drawer. There were no small, Charmy-sized ones. He stared at the knives for a few moments, suddenly frozen in place. Was he scared? Why? This was a stupid thing to be scared about.

He reached in and took one of the medium ones. It felt surprisingly like holding any other utensil: fairly light and a little flimsy. Charmy let out his breath. Maybe the thought of it just seemed scarier after he'd cut himself last year.

Charmy put down the knife and took his time setting everything up. He opened the bread bag, grabbed two slices, and put them on the counter (that's what you were supposed to do, right?)

He decided to start with the jelly, because that was his favorite, and he wanted to add as much as possible now that he had the power. He went to open the lid, but found it stuck. Charmy glared and tried again---it wouldn't budge. It just hurt his hand.

He grunted and twisted the lid with all his might. "Come on!" he said to himself, "Come on! Why'd ya have to close it so tight, Vector---!"

All of a sudden, the lid flew off. Charmy shrieked as the jelly jar slipped out of his hand at the same time. He dove out of his chair and managed to catch it just before it hit the floor, but some of the jelly still sloshed over the edge and splatted on the tile, and some of it got on his gloves, too. Now they were all stained with splotches of grape-purple.

Charmy stood up, put the jelly jar on the counter, and hurried for the tea towel hanging on the dishwasher. He tore it off, tried to clean his gloves---which got rid of the jelly, but still left the stains behind---and threw it on the mess on the floor. He stared at the tea towel for a second as it lay there, just barely covering up the splatter.

He couldn't let Vector and Espio see, but he'd have to clean it up later. He'd get in even worse trouble if they saw him using a knife on his own.

Charmy returned to his chair and tried to pretend like nothing happened. He eyed the butter knife for a second before picking it up and dipping it into the jelly jar. Sticking his tongue out for focus, he scooped out the tiniest little bit of jelly, then paused. That was actually really easy.

Charmy's eyes brightened, and, more confident now, he went in for a much bigger scoop that immediately turned out to be more than he'd bargained for---he ended up with a big blob in the middle of the slice of bread. He pursed his mouth and tried to spread it around, even it out a little, but the jelly just ended up flooding the whole slice in a thick, gooey sheet that dripped over the edges and onto the counter.

Well...at least the sandwich would taste really sweet. And at least he had finally used a knife without---

"Charmy?" He jumped and turned to see Espio standing in the doorway, looking confused at first, but as realization dawned on his face, his expression quickly turned to exasperation. "What are you doing?"

Charmy gasped and hid the knife behind his back. "Don't tell Vector!"

"You're not supposed to do this by yourself," Espio said, approaching. He crouched down to wipe up as much of the jelly spill as he could with the tea towel, still on the floor. "You're making a mess, Charmy. Look at this, there's jelly everywhere."

"Well---" Charmy glanced at the spillage on the counter. He felt a little embarrassed, but doubled down so that he wouldn't show it. "I was hungry!"  

"Why didn't you just ask Vector for help?" Espio balled up the dirty tea towel in his hands, put it on the counter, then stood up. His gaze lingered on Charmy for a second before he raised both of his eyebrows. "Is that a knife?" Charmy hid it further and shook his head. Espio held his hand out. "Give it."

"No!" Charmy pouted his lip and wormed back and forth as Espio tried to snatch it from him. When Espio straightened up and disappeared with Leaf Swirl, Charmy flapped his wings and stole into the air just before Espio could poof back into view behind him.

"Stop trying to take it!" Charmy called, "I got it! I'm being safe!"

Espio closed his eyes, sighed, and brought a hand to his face. "Charmy, put the knife down."

"No!"

"Vector won't be happy when he sees you with it."

"I don't care!"

Espio paused for a moment to look up at Charmy. Then, he dropped his arms and shook his head. "Fine. Come down from there and I'll help you."

"How come someone always has to 'help' me?" Charmy settled to sit on top of the fridge and folded his arms, still holding on tight to the butter knife. "I fight robots all the time! And you send me on missions and stuff! I'm---I'm just as good as you guys!" His voice started to choke up, against his will. "How come you still treat me like a baby?"

Espio's eyes widened in surprise, and the whole room went still. Charmy tried his hardest to hold in tears, because if he started crying, he really would look too little to do anything.

After a few moments, Espio lowered his head.

"You're not a baby, Charmy," he began, "We know that better than anyone, because we do trust you. You're just inexperienced when it comes to matters of working in the kitchen. It's the reason you thought cutting an orange with a butter knife would be safe."

"Well, I don't think that anymore," Charmy huffed.

"Yes, because you made a mistake and learned from it. It doesn't mean you're ready to prepare food alone." Espio gestured toward the jelly mess all over the counter. "See? Without someone to tell you that's enough, you went overboard."

Charmy followed his gaze. He sniffed and furrowed his brow again. "...I guess so."

"Precision comes with experience," Espio continued, "Which usually comes with age." He paused. "Although...I suppose you do have a point. You have accomplished many things that other children your age have not."

Charmy kicked his feet idly back and forth. "Yeah," he said, "'Cause I'm a detective, and I've fought Dr. Eggman, like, a bunch of times."

His expression turned contemplative as he mulled over Espio's words. He thought about the handful of people he knew who were his age, usually just acquaintances he ran into at the park. Their lives sure seemed a whole lot more boring and small than his did. But, recently, he'd come to realize that 'boring' meant 'normal' for most people.

"I guess other kids still get their moms to make them sandwiches." He frowned. "But...but I'm supposed to be better than them! 'Cause I do all that dangerous stuff!"

Espio nodded, sighed, and smiled softly up at Charmy. "I think your strange skillset is owed to this...strange household," he said, "Vector and I aren't exactly the mothers you see at the park. And you aren't exactly the kids you meet there, are you?"

No, he wasn't. Espio was right, and Charmy wasn't sure how to feel about that.

The two of them lingered in silence for a few moments.

"I have an idea," Espio piped up at last. "Since we have the time, I could teach you my sandwich-making technique. That way, in the future, you can do it on your own." He straightened his back. "Consider it...training." 

Charmy gasped and brightened up again. "Really? You're gonna give me sandwich training??"

"Sure," Espio gestured to the mess on the counter, "If you help me clean this up."

"Yippee! You got it!"

***

"Hey, I'm off the phone," Vector called as he headed for the kitchen. He knocked on the doorway with one knuckle. "Charmy? You in here?" 

He stopped when he saw Espio standing at the counter, walking Charmy through putting two halves of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich together. "Make sure you lift up the peanut butter half," he said, "If you lift the jelly half, the jelly will slide off---"

"I know what I'm doing, Espio," said Charmy from where he sat on one of the kitchen chairs. Despite this, he still slammed the halves of bread together a little too hard, and jelly squished out from the sides.

Espio sighed. "Well, at least you're finished now." He turned to see Vector walking in. "Ah, hello. Done talking to that client?"

"Vector!" Charmy grinned, picked up one of the three plates sitting on the counter, and buzzed over to where Vector was standing. "Here! I made you one, too!"

Vector looked down at a very sloppily made peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Oh," he said, taking it, "Hey, thanks. I've been thinkin' I could go for some food." He opened his jaw, threw the entire sandwich in, and ate it in one gulp. He took a second to let the extremely sweet taste settle in. "...Lotta jelly."

"Yeah, it's Charmy-Style," Charmy beamed at him, "And Espio helped me!"

"He still has some, well...room to grow," Espio made a face as he picked up his own sandwich and excess peanut butter-jelly sludge dripped out the bottom. "But the result is...functional, I guess."

"Well, well. Looks like stuff worked out." Vector watched as Charmy returned to the counter to grab his own sandwich, then flew over to sit on Vector's shoulder while he ate it. Vector smiled up at him. "Hey, sorry if I made ya feel bad earlier. You've grown up a lot since last year. I should probably trust ya to do something as easy as makin' a sandwich, huh?"

"Mm-hmm," Charmy said mid-bite. "I'm good at it now!"

"Well...good is a strong word," Espio corrected, "You're still just starting out."

Charmy wasn't paying much attention to him, though. He was too busy reveling in his brand-new independence.

An idea struck him right then and there. When he was done chewing, he smirked and leaned forward to face Vector. "So, Vector," he said, "If you really trust me to do stuff by myself, then...Can I drive your car?"

Vector snorted, reached up, and pushed Charmy's helmet so that the front part slipped over his eyes. Charmy laughed. "Don't push your luck, kid!"

[kotonoba]

Ok so for the nutcracker request we are gonna replace Roger with Corazon cuz itd be funny to think about Rat King Doflamingo hehe. So same info, turned into a nutcracker, reader finds him, thinks hes cute, when shes about to be attacked by the donquixote fam (you can pick) nutcracker cora saves her with a wooden sword. He can still use his devil fruit in this form

The Knight With the Wooden Sword (Corazon/F!Reader)

Summary: You fall in love with a man who only responds to you with sweet nothings on a whiteboard.

a/n: I'll be real, I have no idea what I wrote for this one, I researched the Nutcracker, I watched everything I could, I still didn't understand it. I also don't really understand Corazon really well, so it was a shot in the dark as a blind writer.

Warning(s): slightly ooc, female reader, comfort, fluff, romance, alternative universe

Posted on AO3

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You can't win them all. You find him interesting, but he pays you no mind. He was silent while you urged him to interact with you. More often than not, he tries to push you away, but this was not a task for the weak-hearted souls. You got close to the man who responded by writing on whiteboards to you; his sweet nothings, in the form of soundless love, were endearing to you. But, he never officially said any ‘I love you's’, he left you high and dry as usual. 

You just didn't expect that one day, while shopping for ingredients for your cozy little bakery, you would stumble into a Nutcracker that looks a lot like the man who whispers sweet nothings to you in deliberate writings. Intrigued, you take him home along with your ingredients. You watched him move around with delight in your abode, so you never invited anyone in because it was too small for two. You watched him attempt to help you knead the bread you were selling the next morning; today, you just watched him in your free time as he played the jester in love. 

You fold your arms on the table as you rest your head on them, moving over to stroke the wooden face of the Nutcracker. “You remind me of someone I love,” you whisper. “He talks in riddles and soundless love.” You began ranting to the Nutcracker you found adorable, “but he has never told me he loves me.” An emboldened yet sad smile returned to your face, replacing the dreamy one you once held. “Maybe he says it to everyone,” you watch shock wash over the Nutcracker, flailing his arms as if to tell you it was false. You chuckled at his urgency, “I don't quite understand what you're trying to say.” You whispered, sitting back up slightly, your hands now held by the Nutcracker, “Maybe he already has a lover, and he's just entertaining me because he feels bad.” Your voice dropped to a low whisper as the nutcracker approached you, clatter of dismay and unease in his wooden joints as he tried to set the record straight with you. 

You laughed a little, it was endearing, “I don't remember him anymore, but I did write about him every day in case I forgot.” Tears welled in your eyes, “Maybe he didn't visit today as he always did because he's lost interest in me.” You wiped away your sadness, but your heart still clenched, embracing the nutcracker, “Sorry, I sure am hopeless, aren't I? Talking to a toy thinking he would fix my problems.” 

You chuckled at his angry jumps, as if telling you it was okay to express your feelings. The doorbell rings at your shop as you instinctively get up. You look up to greet the customer, but color drains from your features as you're left speechless. The nutcracker follows your gaze to see Trebol accompanied by Sugar. You swallowed hard at their appearance as a wet, gooey noise came from the sniffling Trebol, “So, you're the defective one. The King will be happy to know we got rid of you.” 

He says it, but you didn't know if you were defective because you remember someone, no one else did, or the nutcracker was defective. After all, he's stayed with you for so long. But you weren't going down without a fight; you took the nutcracker and bolted out the back door. On one hand, you had the nutcracker, who was struggling to get out of your hold during times of urgency; on the other hand, you had a brick of sea stone prism that the person you once spoke to said to use as self-defense. As you hid in an alleyway, panting heavily, your heart nearly breaking your rib cage with how hard it was beating, you glanced at the nutcracker that broke free from your hold. 

A hand raised with a snap of his fingers, and an indigo-hued barrier forms around the two of you, “Throw that at Sugar to knock her out.” An unfamiliar voice, your eyes trail to the nutcracker, the soldier with the wooden sword. “I'll explain everything later,” it's almost like you felt him smile. “I believe in you,” he says with confidence. The barrier breaks as you aim Sugar, hiding behind Trebol. 

As Trebol aimed to hit you, the wooden knight leaped in front of you to deflect the attack. You weren’t built to fight, but you were good at running and aiming; as you aimed, you prayed it would work, or it would be the end of the line for both of you. You threw the brick as hard as you could, as the wooden knight went to knock Trebol unconscious, and the brick hit Sugar, knocking her unconscious too. In that process, reversing her ability and turning the Nutcracker back into the man you knew, memories flood back into your mindscape of the time you two spent together. Before you had time to tell him, he picked you up like a sack of potatoes and ran in the opposite direction. A smile plastered on his features as he stumbled to the coast of the island. 

He snaps his fingers once more, the indigo hue appearing once more, “You did great.” 

“You can talk?” Truly, the most important questions. 

“I–” dumbfounded by your sudden question, he laughs and nods, “yes, I had to lay low for a reason, I just didn’t expect–” he attempts to recover from his laughing fit. “To fall in love with you and your persistence. But, I lead a dangerous life and I don’t want to–”

“I would love to be yours,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck willingly. 

A look of surprise as if he didn’t expect you to come to that conclusion before he wrapped his arms around you, “I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations.”

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[darlingdaisyfarm]

Hello my amazing, talented, gorgeous queen♥, I've got smth that has been itching my brain for sooo long and I can't contain myself any longer:

Soooo, hear me out... Remember that episode of gravity falls where Dipper clones himself? I was thinking 'what if it was Ford?' And then I thought 'but make it nsfw' likeeee????? I'll leave the rest to u but... Have fun with it!!!!!

Your dearest, 🌻 Anon

(P.s I will return!!! Also LOVE your stuff❤❤❤❤)

HELLOOO???? the way i actually giggled about “queen” like. AAAAAA. no one’s called me that before and aaahggg you making me shy!!

also HELLOOOO again??? ur idea?? i read it once and my hands were already twitching to write and finally damn finally i started smth today!! 🌻 anon, ily

i’m already writing it (trying to decide if it needs to be a full one shot or just a little blurb but knowing me...sadly it'll be the first)

i will be sharing a sneak peek right now!!! :)) ill probably edit this millions of times before ill post the whole thing

Ford stares at the clone, at himself. or rather, at the other him. it’s uncanny, he would describe it so. every angle, detail and every tired crease in his forehead, exactly the same. and yet somehow it makes him deeply uncomfortable.

the clone tilts his head, adjusting his glasses, squinting thoughtfully at real Ford.

“do my glasses really sit that crooked?” the clone asks, poking at the bridge. “is that why everything’s slightly tilted all the time?”

“hm,” real Stanford rubs his chin. “honestly, i always wondered if these frames made my face look too narrow.”

“wait, do they?” the clone presses, turning slightly, admiring the angle of the glasses from the side. “maybe the square ones Fidds offered me would’ve—“

“how do you know?” Stanford wants to ask, but then he clicks his tongue, because, ah yeah. . . that's literally his clone. so instead he says, “just, stop touching them, alright?”

the clone raises a brow. “but they’re our glasses, no?”

“actually, mine,” Ford corrects stiffly, suddenly hyperaware of the smudge on his left lens. god. do they really squish his face?

real Ford paces in a tight circle, muttering furiously under his breath, thinking what to do next while behind him, his clone is inspecting the lab.

“you really let the flux cables sit like that? you know they’re supposed to be wrapped clockwise, not—“

“great,” real Stanford snaps, whirling around. “just great. now i get to be corrected by my own clone. is this what i’m like? is this what living with me is like?”

clone Ford blinks and smiles. “yes. obviously!”

that makes Stanford rub his temples hard enough to dig grooves into his skull. “i didn’t make you so you could reorganize my entire lab and critique my wire handling.”

“Ford?” your voice sounds, lilting down the hall. “you okay? you’ve been quiet down there.”

the clone’s breath catches as he turns toward the door. “who was that?”

Ford panics. no. no. no. “you didn’t hear anything,” he says too fast.

but to his fear, second Ford is already dreamy-eyed and real Stanford gets a great view of himself when he blushes. so silly, geez. . . “oh, she sounds divine. how did we land someone with a voice like that?”

Ford’s eye twitches. “don’t romanticize my partner, you bootlegged pervert. . .“ he mumbles to himself, already thinking about what to do with his annoying copy.

annoying scanning sound suddenly fills the room as the cloning machine starts working again.

“what are you doing? stop that!” Stanford panics, but it's too late.

“sorry, im just curious about how this machine works! you're curious too, right? you’re always saying curiosity is what drives progress!” the clone says, pushing up his glasses with a proud face.

looks like a third pair of eyes wouldn’t hurt.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GLAD I AM THAT YOUR WRITE FOR SPTO THANK YOUUUU

UGH okay, my craziness aside; could you try “I think I’m in love with you” with Matthew Patel? It doesn’t matter who says it, I jsut think it’d be adorable (I adore that funky theatre punk so so much <3)

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!

"Do it!"

"Come on, Lord Matthew!"

"We're getting impatient.."

"Maybe we'll go in and tell them ourselves-"

"Ladies, that's enough! I will tell them myself...i-in a minute. First, I need to rehearse what I'm going to say..I can't mess this up."

The demon hipster chicks could only stare at their master with blank expressions, knowing damn well that he was stalling the inevitable:

That being his confession to you.

You two go back as far as middle school, with you being the first friend he ever made who didn't mind his weirdness or mystical powers. Plus, you shared his admiration for the theater and dramatics when he started obsessing over those, becoming his number one supporter.

Until now, Matthew never thought he'd fall for you like he did Ramona. But he feared rejection, ridicule, or worse--the relationship being extremely short-lived and him never getting to experience a "true love's kiss".

Once was painful enough.

He couldn't go through that again.

Of course, his demon hipster chicks knew all about this and the months he's spent pining after you. As much as they didn't like you "stealing" away his attention...they realized you made their master genuinely happy.

And above everything else, they wanted him to be happy.

So they were thrilled when he summoned them, seeing that they were at the doorstep to your apartment and squealing upon noticing the giftbox he had for you.

Finally, he seemed ready to move on from Ramona.

Yet....he had spent ten solid minutes pacing along the floor and trying to hype himself up, his confidence totally shot, before he eventually stopped in front of your door again.

"Okay, I got it! Erm..."Roses are red, violets are--" no, that's stupid. It's too cliche! Everybody uses that!" Shaking his head, he tried to think of something else. ""Hey, would you like to be the Romeo to my Juliet--" ohh, what am I saying?! That's not romantic!! That would mean our relationship could end in tragedy...UGH!!"

"Don't overthink it, my lord." One of the demons whispered to him. "Just tell them how you feel."

"....it can't be that simple, can it?"

"....."

"..alright. I'll take your advice. I'm going for it." With a nervous swallow, he bowed his head and raised a hand to knock at the door-

Only for it to swing open, causing him to freeze in-place and look up to see you on the other side. He quickly hid both hands behind his back, hoping you didn't see the gift. "H-Hi.."

"Oh hey, Matty. Hey, girls." You smiled, looking past him and waving to the demons. But as your gaze shifted back to his, you wondered why he seemed extremely nervous. "Are you feeling okay?"

"..yeah. Just..wanted to see how you were doing." Pink was starting to dust his cheeks. "Did you uh...know I was going to come visit?"

"Um...yeah? You texted me earlier."

"......"

"And I saw you outside my window and figured you forgot the spare key."

"Shit..did I?" Matthew checked his coat pockets, feeling more embarrassed to know he forgot such a simple thing. All because he couldn't stop thinking about you. "I guess I did forget.......how about I go get it?"

You blinked in confusion. "Huh? But you're-"

"I'll be back, I swear-?!!"

The second he tried to run away, two of the demons grabbed a hold of his arms, dragging him into your apartment, while the other two guarded the door it in case he attempted another escape. He yelled in outrage, putting up a bit of struggle before they let go.

At this point, he was seething red, prepared to yell at them for their betrayal and the humiliation it brought upon him...

But they just winked and disappeared, the last one wishing him luck.

Of course.

"I can't believe it! The nerve of those-"

"What was that all about? You're acting kinda..odd, Matthew." Raising an eyebrow, you sat down on your sofa, having no clue why the man in front of you looked so flustered.

"I....have something I need to say." He decided to sit beside you, sighing heavily. "[Y/n], I think....I..I..."

"Yes?"

"...I-I think I'm in love with you!" Finally blurting it out, he closed his eyes and handed you the box, too afraid to see your expression. "I know it's sudden but..you've always been there for me. Ever since I found my passion for theater. Ever since Ramona dumped me...you were by my side. A-And I feel like I took that for granted. I thought I only wanted revenge against those who wronged me....but no. I want something better. I want love...and I want to be yours. So please...let me prove that I can be a good boyfriend and not evil!"

Part of him wanted to curl up and die as he continued babbling on and on about his feelings, thinking about the hundreds of other ways he could have done this.

He could flawlessly play the role of a love interest in a musical or play and move the audience to tears so effortlessly. But off-stage, he felt like a bumbling lovesick idiot who isn't making any sense to his crush..

There's no way you could love him back.

Not after seeing him like this.

Yet after feeling the box being removed from his hands, Matthew bravely opened his eyes, watching as you took out the black and red roses he put inside it. The thorns have been clipped off, allowing you to twirl the stems in your fingers for a moment or two.

Then you looked at him with the brightest of smiles, laughing softly. "Of course you'd give me roses, you dork. That's so....you." You set them aside before moving closer, taking his hands into yours. "I'm trusting you to uphold that promise."

His heart was soaring.

He must definitely be dreaming right now.

"S-So...it's a yes?"

You chuckled, nodding. "Yes. And...I promise to be with you for longer than a week."

That got him choked up. He couldn't say anything else in that moment, as his only response was pulling you into a tight hug and hiding his face in your neck.

Thank god he didn't ruin this.

You just smiled and held him close, relieved that he finally decided to try loving again. When he calmed down enough to look back up into your eyes, that's when you both decided to go for the kiss--just in case he had any more doubts in his mind.

And there were sparks galore.