#maybe if i was prettier he would be happy just being in call and staying with me lol

[simonsrileyhusband]

I read your “open relationship” post. And let me say, it reminded me of that one Reddit post where the husband asked his wife for an open relationship. The wife didn’t like it but agreed anyways, for months he was sleeping and bringing people home and the wife stayed far away from that as possible until she met a guy. He treated her right and she brought him home, they did the deed and the husband was curious and jealous on who his wife was seeing. Then he demanded that they closed their relationship- the wife ends up leaving the husband and loves happily ever after with the new guy☺️ maybe write something on that with Simon being the new guy?

implied nsfw

you roll your eyes as you see your "husband" enter your home with a girl. a sigh leaves your mouth as you stand up from the couch and grab a bottle of wine and go sit on the porch. you are tired of this, you never wanted this. but here you are, all because you wanted to make the excuse of a man you used to call husband happy.

and as the weeks go by you grow tired of the moans, the strangers in your home, the missing food on the fridge and the way that pathetic man thought he still deserved your love.

one day, at the supermarket your cars tire deflated, you panic and looking for the tools to change it, not that you really know how to do it. as you pace around your car with an anxious look on your face a low and husky voice sounds behind you. "need help?" your eyes widen and you turn around, looking up at the giant guy infront of you. the blonde guy looked calm, a big bag of food in one hand and a car key on his other. "i-... yeah"

he helped you, taking the tools from his car and changing your tire, he was a bit quiet but not mean. he answered all your questions, whats his name, when did he learned to change tires, bla bla bla. he spoke softly, not a single drop of sweat on his body after he was done with the job.

"there ya' go, sweetheart. good as new." he said as he patted the top of the car. your cheeks couldnt help but turn red. "thank you so much, i dont know how to repay you."

"ye' don't have to." he was putting the tools into their box, you panicked, not wanting him to leave, wanting an excuse to see him again. "i make good pies!"

"pies?" he looks at you, tilting his head. "yeah, i woul like to make one for you... as a thank you." a small smile paint your face, you see him smirk slightly. "m'kay, a pie sound good. give me yer number."

since that day simon became very close to you, he was all you wanted. a gentleman on the streets (and kn the sheets too). he understood your weird situation, yet, he always wondered why you didnt just leave your shit ass husband.

until one day you invites simon to your home.

"who is he?"

"oh, his name is simon." you say as simon stands behind you, glaring at the man he wishes he could kill.

"why is he here?"

"i invited him, duh."

"you didn't ask me."

"oh, since when do i have to ask? when have you asked me if you could bring someone over?" you turn around and grab simons hand leading him to your bedroom. "tell your lawyer to print the divorce papers, will you? and just as a little reminder, this house is under my name."

simon smiles proudly as you slam the door of the bedroom. your name would sound prettier with his last name anyways. simon just has to wait a bit for that question.

[candiyaa]

"You Call Them 'Handsome'…"

Pairing : Giyu ; Gyomei ; Muichiro ; Rengoku and Upper Moons (1-3) x gn! reader

CONTENT WARNING ⁀➴ : None , only sfw !! Slight angst maybe ?

GIYU TOMIOKA

He thinks he misheard at first beacause why on earth would his s/o call him that he thought (COMPLIMENT this cutieeee AGHHHHH)

Will probably ask you to repeat it to make sure he heard right

Instant blush

He freezes and just stare you like ( •̀_•́ )

"I...thank you but..I don't think I'm worthy of-" *slap*

Will think abt it for the rest of the day

Self esteem level up !!

He would shyly smile randomly everytime he remembers it

"Although, I have to say you're really way more beautiful . While I don't think I deserve your compliment I do know how lucky and blessed I am to even be in your presence every day and I-"

Table turned on you, he now NEEDS you to understand that you're the pretty one.

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

He pauses.

He can't have misheard you, his senses are more heightened than average and so is his hearing.

Will blush too

Stays quiet for some time, trying to not get overwhelmed by your compliment and looking for the right words.

Gives up, shyly smile and rubs his neck muttering a little thank you

He reaches out and gently holds your hands in his massive ones to ground himself from the overwhelming emotions that threaten to swallow him whole

" I do hear you...although I believe you're the most delectable one to look at, I may not be able to see your features...but I do see your heart and yours is more than beautiful.."

MUICHIRO TOKITO

He stares

Stares again.

Staring contest are we ?

"Huh ?..."

Actually just trying to put your words together and wonder if you're being genuine or not

Skeptical at first

He then looks away trying to hide his blush, giving you a brief glance before muttering a thank you

"Thank..you.."

You later found a note at the entry of your estate saying :

"You're extremely really pretty too...

Your compliment made me happy, can we compliment each other more often..?

Tokito. "

He obviously lingered around your estate making sure you got the note and read it, just to see your reaction.

RENGOKU KYOJURO

He freezes like IM TELLIN' you, his whole body just stiffens up

He also stares.

Stares again, staring intently at that (His eyes are so pretty and vibrant like idk I'd probably run away if he stares at me like that ayoo)

"THANK YOU Y/N ! BUT YOU'RE PRETTIER !"

Blushing too and smiling softly

Keeps that smile through the whole day making the other Hashiras concerned bc..

Your boyfriend taking out the trash - He's smiling

Washing the swords of ALL the fellow demon slayers (decided to do it on his own) which is a tiring task -He's smiling

Mitsuri : Oh! A...are you okay/..?

Rengoku : SHE SAID I'M HANDSOME !

Mitsuri : Oh I see...but-

Rengoku : HANDSOME !

Sanemi considered throwing something at him just to check if he’s possessed.

AKAZA

He thinks he misheard so he keeps talking about whatever he was talking about

But then you repeat yourself and he pauses, his eyes widening

"Uh..what did you say..?"

Get really nervous, he's so used to being scolded by Muzan he didn't know compliments were still a thing

Nervous neck scratching

Avoiding eye contact for some time

"Thank you...you're really pretty yourself I don't know what to say.."

DOUMA

Pause.

Smiles. Smiles even more.

Creepy smile !!!

He would never tell you but despite his boisterious and flirty personality he always portrays, it hit him..

You could see a slight twitch in his expression as if hiding his true feelings

The truth being, that single compliment has perhaps made him feel his very first emotion...happiness perhaps ? Genuine happiness ?

"Awww YN-chan I knowww !!! But hearing it from you makes it even more special !! You're quite the cutie as well ! ~"

Pulls you into a hug. A tight one..(TOO TIGHT U CAN'T BREATH AND DIED-)

KOKUSHIBO

NOW MY MANNNNNNNNN AGHHHHH

HE PAUSES AS WELL.

He heard you quite right but doesn't know how to react.

He does not think of himself as handsome. He thinks of himself as a warrior, a blade, a demon. So when you say it so sincerely? He doesn’t know what to do with that information.

He's now tensed, wondering : Do you truly mean it ? Is it some kind of "prank" ?

He shies away trying to act nonchalant and faces away from you readjusting his katana.

"Do not speak such...nonsense. Your comment was...unnecessary.."

He genuinely just leaves for some time saying that :

"I shall take my leave and go for a walk , the atmosphere of the Castle is quite intense these days.."

He just doesn't want you to see him blush

Much later he suddenly reappears handing you a note that says :

" I don't know what I did for you to see me this way but I shall let you know that I feel honored. You are the first..to say such words to me and it made really content. Although I believe that if beauty had a name , it would be yours..

-The one who is, and shall ever be, yours."

⋆˚✿˖° Heyy there I went a bit crazy on that one apologies lol I probably had the most fun writing this one 😂 But anywayss hope u guys liked reading it !! I also really do apologize if the way I depicted the characters are not accurate to how y'all would depict them , these headcanons are really proper to me and how I personally thought they'd react !! Apologies for the grammar mistakes again lol I swear I'm doing my best... xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°

[elizais]

"so, for once in my life.. let me get what i want."

jouno saigiku x fem!reader drabble lovesick jouno, jouno NEEDS more fans other than me warnings: none all fluff, reader met jouno after he lost his vision

jouno desperately wanted to sleep, his body yearned for sleep.. but his mind was too crowded. how the beautiful lady was laying on the bed next to him, holding the stuffed animal he bought her based off of how soft it was when they first started dating.

her heartbeat was prettier than the sound of a choir of angels singing to him. a sound he could point out in a room full of thunderous voices. how could someone so kind choose him?

although he was content with all his other senses being heightened, he wished he met you before he lost his vision. how he would perfectly describe the colour of your eyes if he could.

every night it escaped him how you adored him more than anyone. how a soft stuffed animal was your replacement for him since cuddling was too overwhelming for his senses. how your sugary voice only referred to him as "sai". even when he was being frustrating.

why would he, a former criminal, be so fortunate for a person like you? who searched the ends of the earth (online websites) for replacements of his incredibly old clothes which he only kept because he knew what they looked like. when his favourite graphic tee got a rip in it you found another for him.

how when you were walking through the city with him you gasped as a car drove past, one that you really liked. "sai! y'know your old sweater with the old BMW on? one like that but green drove by!" a day out you must have long forgotten about yet he remembered very well as you went through great effort to explain what it looked like to him.

despite how much he hated tecchou's food combinations, when you met tecchou you tried your absolute best to like them. incredibly worried to earn the respect of your new boyfriend (at the time)'s colleagues. now whenever tecchou comes up with a new one tecchou tells jouno to tell you about it. jouno does not tell you.

perhaps it is the fact that you cut his hair when it gets too long for him to deal with. gently trimming it every couple of weeks.

maybe when you saw how mean he could be to the other hunting dogs you scolded him in front of them, his colleague's giggling as they found his weakness. you. now whenever he was being particularly nasty to them, you would get a phone call to out your boyfriend in his place.

perchance it was that you asked him what colour his eyes were after knowing him as a friend for a few months. although he never opened his eyes from light sensitivity, he made an exception for you. opening his eyelids and putting up with the harsh light for a few seconds as he heard your heartbeat speed up, admiring his eyes. albeit whatever they looked like now.

or, after a monthly surgery you would stay with jouno for the whole time he had to rest. jouno being so out of it he just wants to cuddle, something you cherish. he knows you adore those times so even when he starts to get his senses back, he will give you a few more hours of sleep with him on a small hospital bed.

his thoughts paused for a second as he heard your muscles contract as you changed sleeping positions. he heard the stuffed animal fall out of your arms as you rolled. he was too comfortable to get out of bed for it but noticed your arms looking for it in your sleep. he heard and felt the vibrations of your arm patting around for it on the bed.

he sighed before moving closer to you, quietly moving an arm out for your arms to hold onto instead. pulling his stray arm to your chest in your sleep, a quiet hum escaped your lips.

your arms wrapped around his bicep, something that pulled him closer to sleep after having his senses adjust to it. he would not bring this up in the morning.

with all those memories, he can't pinpoint when the moment he knew he loved you was. he was just happy he even knew you.

for once in his life, he had gotten what he wanted. lord knows it was the first time.

ughhhh he makes me so anhwahawbkhry4yiaw

the new bsd chapter coming out will have jouno ALIVE AND WELL. if not asagiri has me to respond to. no body no death. anyways everyone needs to write for the hunting dogs more please and thank you!!

jouno needs more fans like i know he is a bit of a red flag but red is the colour of my blogg soooo... match made in heaven <33

also did you see where i added perchance. you can't just say perchance!!

reblogs are appreciated so so so much!!

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Bartender!Kyle x gn!reader Part 2 babyyyyyy Not proofread so probably horrible. Sorry. Just wanted to get this out there as quickly as possible. I hope you have half as much fun reading as I had writing. Part 1 | COD Masterlist | Part 3

He's not waiting for you to return. He's not looking at the door everytime it opens the next few days. He's absolutely not hoping to see you again. Nope nopedy nope. He did not suddenly grow obsessed with you. He -

The door opens and his head whips around to look at who's coming in and he can feel himself straightening up, when he realizes that it is in fact you. You and some friends it seems.

You're all chattering amongst yourself and occupie a table in the corner. Kyle isn't sure who he has to thank for your return because his bar surely isn't the most popular with regular people and there's prettier spots out there, but he's not gonna complain.

He wipes his hands on a towel, swings it over his shoulder and approaches your table. Suddenly he's happy that his bar is so small and cozy that he can manage it alone.

"What can I get for you?"

One of your friends pats your shoulder after whatever they said to you and the two of them, a dude and a girl, order their stuff. Your eyes stay glued to the table and your friend orders for you.

He wonders what's up with that. You look.... down?

Shame, he would have loved to get a glimpse of your lovely eyes.

When he's behind the bar again, making your drinks he glances at you. Your friend goes to pat you on the shoulder again and you scowl.

Down and angry too? Maybe he can help with that.

He decides to double the amount of your drink and then approaches the table while balancing a tray with your drinks.

As he gets closer he can hear your voice, angry and frustrated.

"... improper language with a customer!? Can you believe it? That fuckwart had it coming, I swear. They should be grateful I got rid of that scum for them. But nooooo, 'You're fired' it is."

You let your head fall to the table in frustration and Kyle is being torn between feeling bad for you and being enamoured by the way you talk.

He never knew he could be attracted to the way someone talks. But your voice is utterly captivating and you have a particular way of pronouncing words, that just draws him in.

He silently puts the drinks on the table, putting yours before you. When you notice the amount in the glass you look up at him in surprise.

"Uh, I ordered a regular?", you question.

He smiles in response. "It's on the house. Noticed you didn't seem to be having the best day. Enjoy, dove."

When he turns around he can hear the girl squeal.

"Did you hear that!? He called you dove!? Oh my god! He was totally flirting with you."

"He's so cute too!", the guy adds knowingly smirking at you.

Then Kyle's too far away to catch more of the conversation. Shame, he would have loved hearing your response. But he's satisfied with the knowledge that your friends will definitely nudge you in his direction.

He's pretty sure everyone in the bar is too drunk to notice him paying special attention to your table and you're too busy moping about losing your job to notice him dropping by way more often that he'd need to.

It's honestly no ones business. He needs to check on his little dove.

He's coming by to ask if you need another drink once more when he hears you say: "Just gotta find another café to serve at."

Like a knight in shining armour Kyle is there.

"Sorry for eavesdropping but... I'm currently managing this bar alone and I could really use some help. So if you're interested in a job, maybe I've got the one for you.", he offers.

He smiles brightly and warmly at you and you gape up at him.

"Holy shit! That's awesome.", you say and immediately slap your hand over your mouth. Then you rush to say: "I can control my language, I promise!"

That makes him laugh and you grin up at him awkwardly until he makes you speechless once more.

"Oh, you can run your mouth here all you want. The customers won't care and I'm just happy to hear your pretty voice."

[2yuu]

It’s a new year again! It feels like this past year really flew by (it also feels like it really didn’t). A LOT has happened for me this year; I got my degree right when I started genuinely doubting I would, I moved countries, from the city to a small ass town, I started my first job and everything that goes with that (including a crush with no hopes of working out)... The contrast between the first and second half of the year was clear, both to me, and, I think, to everyone, considering my sudden inactivity. 

As always — I think you’re all used to it by now, although I am sorry to announce I don’t have any cute graphics to go with it this time around — here are my messages to the people who kept me close company this year! they might be a bit (a lot) shorter this time around… i AM writing them at work, actually. staying the night today. turns out there’s a lot of ambulances coming through on the last day of the year. you’d be surprised.

To. ERI

MY DEAREST, my one(ri) and only!! HAPPY NEW YEAR <33 first of all, i’m really, really, really SO grateful… for everything, as always, but mostly for sticking with me through this year, and for always finding the time to text me daily despite being so so busie… it really does mean a whole lot to me… </3 this was a big, big year, and i’m glad that i got to spend it with you. i’m looking forward to spend the next one with you as well (maybe partially in person. . .!). words truly can’t describe just how much you mean to me, and everything that you’ve done for me, and i’m always so thankful to have you as a friend. let’s remain close in 2025 (and onward!) as well… will you have me? <3 

p.s. your housewarming slash birthday slash christmas gift is in preparation. im sorry i still havent sent it i know its been forever

p.p.s. i still feel bad for not doing anything for your birthday im SO sorry

To. GABI

my gabi whom i love and who forgot about me for the sake of their love life (/jk)! happy new year… will this be the year i get an invite to your wedding? i am waiting. lmk when to send you my address! on a more serious note, i really do wish you the best, despite being a bit jealous. i hope this year to come will only be better — and i hope you’ll let me know all about it along the way!! i love you with all my heart!! 

p.s. we still need to schedule a call, it’s been forever…

p.p.s. i hope that he knows just how lucky he is to have you

To. BIE

my baby bear who had to deal with me this entire year… i’m sure it wasn’t easy. thank you so much for putting up with me. you really do feel like a sweet little plush bear that i can talk to freely. i hope you’ll be okay with me annoying you throughout 2025 as well… because, personally, i’m already looking forward to it. happy new year <3 remember that i love you.

To. INA

my (booktok cursed) little otter whom i love! happy new year!! i’m always so glad that we get to spend the year together, and this year was no exception to the rule. thank you for letting me annoy you with my little movie reviews this year <3 and i’m sorry that we still didn’t get to finish twisted love, i promise i’m on it. this year was a big one for us (we called!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and i hope 2025 will be even bigger (may we meet even still this winter plsplsplsplspls). i love you, i kiss you, i hold you like a little cat in my arms, remember that you’re SO precious to me!!!

To. my wife, RO

NO DIVORCE!!!! my wife who had to deal with me liking a man this year, i am so sorry. but remember that you’re my wife forever and always, no matter what. also, you’re prettier than he is. happy new year my spouse <3 we don’t get to talk as often as when we were both unemployed, but i hope that you remember that i love you lots. and i’m always there if you want to talk. maybe we can find more time for each other in the upcoming year! 

p.s. we should call again sometime

p.p.s. you look SO good in that pink outfit. see: ig

To. VY

my dramamate whom i so miss watching dramas with… how is a girl supposed to live… vy i am having withdrawals. i have been. why are we so busy. let’s quit our jobs. do it for zhou yiran. and me. please. seriously, though, i’m glad that we still manage to somewhat stay in touch despite being this busy. i like you a lot. i hope you know that. happy new year!! i won’t wish you unemployment in 2025, despite the beginning of this paragraph, because i know that you like your job, and i’m very happy that you do. i will, however, wish for us to somehow find the time to go back to our silly little chinese romcoms. we both need it, i think. a little romcom a day keeps the doctor away, or something. love you!! <3

To. my mother-in-law, ANNA

anna, who finally followed me back after 20 years of unrequited love, and who, surprisingly, had quite a presence in my (social) life this year!! should i start by saying nice to meet you? my fellow polander. i am still quite shy around you (believe it or not), but i am always happy to interact with you!! thank you for being so sweet to me. and i hope we can interact more in 2025!! happy new year <3

To. my puppy, VEN

who i haven’t talked to much this year, but who has been a constant reassuring presence in my life for… so long, now. i think you know this, but i love you, and i think of you often (it’s clear from how many things i send you weekly, i think). i hope that this new year can treat you well, and bring you many opportunities. and… that you can remain my friend. thank you for being there for me. and happy new year!! <3

To. my cherry fox, IRI

my beloved forest witch… i am so sorry we didn’t make it to the jesus birthday café this year. maybe the next one… i WILL be wishing for it every year until we actually go. i am insane like that. my iri, happy new year!! please remember that i love you lots, even when we don’t talk much. also please pretend you don’t see me perceiving your zebimen. i’m hoping this next year treats you well, and that we can continue to keep in touch. i love you. a lot. a lot, a lot, a lot. and thank you for sticking with me for so many years now. <3

To. my meow-meow, AWEKS

my meoweks, who i haven’t talked to much this year, but who has achieved a LOT in 2024 — may this continue in 2025!! i am really proud of everything you’ve achieved, i think i’ve made it clear, but i’ll say it again and again. im sending you kisses. also, as you know, i’m very excited for 2025 because of the MILWEKS MEOWMEOW MEETUP THATS FINALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!! it feels surreal. i’m insanely excited. bet you’re excited to meet your tty (ur her biggest fan after all), too! and so, let’s go into 2025 full of hopes!! happy new year <3

To. my loml, BRI

my brina who has been so busy being a big big college girlie this year!! i’ve been missing your updates, and talking to you, but i am SO proud of you — for making it this far, and for keeping it up!! a lot has happened this year for you as well, and i hope that the next year can bring some more HAVING A CAR AND BELOVED FRIENDS to u. i am always, always so proud of you, and i’m always cheering you on, and i hope that you can remember that if you’re facing hard times (although… i am hoping you remember me, from time to time, in good times as well). remember that i love you, always. happy new year <3

To. my LÉKS, my PAULA, my LU’LU’, my MEG, my MIHA

thank you for staying by my side this year. although we don’t talk much, you’re always, always in my heart, and i think about you more often than you’d think. i hope we can remain in contact throughout the next year as well. happy new year <3 may it be better than this previous one, for all of you. don’t forget that i’m always cheering you on (from deep in your pockets). and if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.

[lightsoutletsgo]

P L A Y L I S T (cl16 x singer!reader series) vol.4 - monaco

warnings: none

word count: 2.6k

hi everyone! here's the next part! they finally meet in person! I'm really vibing with writing this rn so I have a couple of chapters already drafted so I'm hoping to upload the next few pretty regularly! happy reading love, mimi taglist currently: open! @whatsupstark

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Monaco

Y/N didn’t know much about F1. But as she wandered through the ‘paddock’, as Charles had called it, she found herself being swept up in the hype and excitement. Celebrities mingled amongst team investors and sponsors and mechanics. Already she’d seen a few friends and acquaintances. Y/N stopped suddenly at a call of her name, turning round she saw Charles and a man who she was pretty sure was called Carlos. He was dressed the same as Charles so that seemed like a good indicator. “Y/N!” She couldn’t help the grin that overtook her features and she felt Carlos stare at her knowingly from opposite her. “Charles, hi!” Her answer was breathy as he got closer, stopping just in front of her. Neither of them spoke for a second but both of them could have sworn it was longer than that. ‘God his pictures didn’t do him justice’ she thought as, ‘she’s even prettier up close’, ran through Charles’ mind, 

“So are you going to introduce us or…?” Carlos chimed in from next to his friend. Charles cleared his throat as Y/N took a step back,  “Uh yes! Carlos this is Y/N.” Y/N smiled at Carlos warmly as he extended a hand for her to shake,  “It’s lovely to meet you.” His accent was warm and his face was very handsome. Y/N mused to herself if good looks were also a necessary qualifying trait for F1 too. 

“Your concert in Rome was incredible!” Y/N was dragged back to the current conversation by Carlos’ compliments, “Thank you so much! We loved every second of it.” “I know Lily will be so excited to know you’re here today. This way, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Carlos continued as he held his hand out to guide Y/N towards a larger group of people and Charles had to bite back a frown. She was his guest today, he had invited her here so he could get to know her and maybe spend a little time with her. Why did he need to share her with everyone else too? “Are you not coming with us Charles?” Y/N’s sweet voice and concerned look made his tummy flip and he nodded dumbly at her before trudging along behind the pair, ‘there’ll be other opportunities’ he told himself firmly. 

“Guys, this is Y/N.” Greetings were exchanged and fangirling was done (though Lando refused to admit he had squealed when Y/N shook his hand) and before Charles knew it, he was being called to the garage to prepare for the start of the race. “I’m sure Lily will be more than happy to let you hang around with her!” Charles nodded towards Lily who was almost vibrating where she stood. Your face fell ever so slightly, “Oh… Yes of course, thank you.” “Is that okay? I’m sorry I can’t stay longer.” “No no it’s okay! I uhhh…” She trailed off, “I guess I’d just hoped that I’d be able to watch it from the Ferrari garage?” Charles felt himself turning as red as his Ferrari team uniform at her confession and he nodded, his tongue feeling heavy, “That’s more than okay, yeah that’s cool... dude,” He gave her a thumbs up and immediately facepalmed mentally. He cringed as he heard Lando snort from behind him and saw Max cover his mouth to hide a laugh out of the corner of his eye. “I-I’ll walk you there.” Charles strolled with her through the paddock, doing his best to pretend that Carlos was not tagging along behind them. She asked him questions as they walked; how long was the race? Was he nervous about today? Did he think it was going to rain? How fast would he be going? Charles answered each one with careful thought and consideration and he felt his heart swell a little at the way she took such genuine interest in him and his job.

“Well, here we are!” Charles led her into the Ferrari garage, greeting each team member he passed and wishing them good luck for the race. Y/N smiled at the interactions, clearly Charles was a kind person. Something fluttered in her tummy as she saw his dimples appear again and again. He handed her a pair of headphones and helped her find a place in front of several large screens. “Have a good race!” She said enthusiastically before cringing internally, “sorry I don’t know what you usually say before a race… I'm guessing I shouldn't really tell you to break a leg…” Charles’ head tipped back as a full laugh came from deep in his tummy. God she was adorable, “Just good luck is enough!” As he turned to leave for the grid, he suddenly stopped at the feeling of her hand gently taking his wrist. “Charles!” His eyes flitted down to look for a second before he looked up at her, she hesitated for a second and he watched as a look of realisation flashed across her eyes before she was dropping his wrist and stuttering out her next words, “I-I just wanted to say… umm…” He took a step towards her, “Yes?” “Drive safely? Please?” A soft smile spread across his face and those damn butterflies were taking flight in her tummy once more. “Always.” He gave her hand a squeeze for reassurance before he was swallowed up by the bustling garage and out of sight. 

Y/N’s lack of F1 knowledge was showing as she did her best to follow along with the race. Part of her wondered if she should have gone with Lily after all. It may have been easier to follow along with her experienced commentary, but Y/N was glad she’d chosen to support Charles a bit more closely. After all, she was his guest. As she watched the cars lap the track again and again she thought back to their conversations. How he’d, albeit quite awkwardly, flirted with her. He’d made her smile that was for sure. Even through the exhaustion of the tour, she’d found herself staying awake a little later just to reply to him. So naturally when he’d invited her to be his guest at Monaco this weekend, how could she say no? 

She watched the screen intently, eyes searching for a red car with each new camera angle. Once or twice she sensed the TV cameras on her, ready to catch her reactions and so she did her best to appear smiley and calm, despite feeling nervous at her surroundings but also nervous for Charles. 

78 laps later and the race was finished. Y/N didn’t know much about F1 but she knew that 6th wasn’t a bad place to be… it just wasn’t the result Charles wanted. She felt bad for him, having sensed through their conversations that week that he added extra pressure onto himself when he raced at Monaco. She understood, she alwasy felt more pressure when performing at home too. Nevertheless she was waiting there for him with a smile when he reached the garage. “Congratulations!” Charles gave a small smile but she could tell he wasn’t feeling as good as he had before the race. “Thank you.” “Well you didn’t crash so I’d say you did a good job! I doubt I could even manage the simplest corner!” Another smile pulled at his lips this time, more genuine. She could tell even after a short while of talking to him when his smiles were genuine or not. His dimples were always deeper and his eyes a lot brighter. “So what happens now?” Charles inhaled before letting out a heavy sigh, “I have a few interviews and then debrief before we pack up and do it all again somewhere new next week!” She giggled, “Sounds just like tour!” Y/N joked before Charles bit his lip, suddenly turning nervous “Hey uhhh, I have to go and do these interviews but if you want, we could… maybe go and get dinner later? I can take you to Lily so you don’t have to hang out alone!” Y/N was silent, Charles felt himself growing embarrassed, “But if you’re busy it’s fine I totally get it and-” “No no! I would like that…” Y/N nodded as she bit her lip shyly, her head dropping to look at her feet as Charles nervously brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. 

Acorss from them at the entrance of the garage, Lando and Max stood in conversation with Carlos, all three of them watching the pair intently, “I bet you 50 they’re together by the time we get to Silverstone.” Max nodded completely convinced he was right, “Silverstone? Nahh mate, more like Canada…” Lando said assuredly, “You’re both wrong!” Carlos shook his head, crossing his arms as he leant against the wall, “End of the season.” He said confidently. “End of the season?” Lando raised an eyebrow as Max scoffed, “They’re both two blind idiots with feelings.” Carlos justified, “You have a point…” Max conceded. 

Y/N shifted uncomfortably as she felt someone’s eyes on her, looking around she spotted Carlos, Lando and Max and she felt her cheeks get warm as she realised they’d been staring at her and Charles. Charles followed her gaze and rolled his eyes, “Just ignore them, I think they’re still a little starstruck. Shall we go? I’ll drop you off at Williams on my way.” The pair made their way out of the garage and down the pitlane to the Williams garage. Lily smiled warmly at Y/N as she made her way through the circus of mechanics and engineers and higher ups, “I’ll look after her, don’t worry” Lily sent her a wink which made her giggle, feeling less nervous about not having Charles around. She turned and he smiled at her reassuringly, “I’ll be back in a little bit - I’ll come and find you outside hospitality!” Y/N nodded before turning back to Lily who still seemed a little dazed that she was standing next to her. “I’m so glad you managed to come to the concert!” Lily smiled widely, “It was incredible! I think a few of us are going to go to a few more concerts before the season is over!” Y/N laughed as Lily led her out of the garage and towards hospitality, “You know, I was pretty surprised that Charles decided to join us.” “Oh really?” Y/N said taking a seat with her at one of the tables outside, “Yeah, he’s probably admitted this himself but he had no idea who you were when you guys first met…” Y/N giggled as Lily shook her head good-naturedly, “it’s crazy how you guys bumped into each other like that twice!” “I know!” Y/N’s eyes widened “Did you talk about it with him at all?” Lily asked curiously before Y/N nodded, 

“We did actually! He apologised for not recognising me and assured me he wasn’t trying to kidnap me!” She said with a fond smile, “And I apologised that I’d scared him so much - twice!” The two girls collapsed into fits of giggles before Y’N’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Can I ask you something?” Lily nodded, “Is it true he kept googling all the lyrics through the concert?” Lily let out a loud laugh as Alex and Logan approached the table, “What’s so funny?” Alex asked, taking a seat, “Y/N was just asking me about Charles googling the lyrics at the concert, “How did you hear about that?” asked Logan, “Oh I see everything on twitter,” Y/N said with a smirk, “my fans keep me very well informed!” Lily gasped, “Does that mean you’ve seen the videos of me crying and dancing along?” Alex snorted as Logan coughed to cover up a laugh, both of them remembering how the sight had looked in-person right in front of their eyes. Y/N nodded, her face turning solemn as she placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder seriously, “I’m so sorry Lily but… I don’t think we have a space for you as a backup dancer on this tour.” Lily played along, looking down and clasping her hands together as her eyebrows furrowed, “It’s a brutal industry…” The table fell into laughter before Y/N saw Charles approaching.

“What are we all laughing about, hmm?” Charles was curious as he reached the table, “Oh we were just discussing the outcome of Lily’s audition.” You nodded, face becoming serious once again, “It wasn’t the outcome she wanted…” “I just can’t believe my dancing wasn’t good enough.” “Dancing? Is that what you’d call it?” Alex gave Lily a playful nudge as she gasped dramatically, “Y/N you see how mean he’s being?!” Charles gently placed a hand on her shoulder before leaning down to stage whisper dramatically, “We should leave before this gets nasty!” With a stifled giggle, YN stood up from her chair, making sure to give Lily a hug and exchange her number before following Charles away from the business of the paddock and down a small quiet side street.  

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked, looking around as she took in her surroundings, “There’s a great spot I know a little out of town. It’s kind of a hole-in-the-wall place but they make some of the best pasta I’ve ever had.” 

“Pasta? Sign me up!” Y/N gave an enthusiastic reply as Charles unlocked his car, taking her bag from her shoulder and holding it as he opened her door for her. She slid into the passenger seat and took her bag back, placing it on her lap as he closed the door and jogged round to the driver's seat. As he turned on the engine and the car roared into life, the sound system came on automatically. A familiar voice drifted out through the speakers and a rhythm that her body knew by heart filled the car. “I-is this my song?” Charles found his cheeks matching the colour of his team brand once more as he scrabbled to mute the volume but just turned it up louder in the process Y/N clapped a hand over her mouth, looking at him, as she began giggling harder than she had all day. “I was just… it was… research?” Charles scrambled for an excuse as Y/N continued giggling, hand falling away from her mouth as her head tipped back in laughter. And as they sat there in his car, her song still quietly playing in the background, Charles realised he didn’t mind embarrassing himself and would happily make a fool of himself over and over again if it meant he got to see her laughing like that once more.  “No no no, don’t be embarrassed.” Y/N sighed, her stomach sore from laughter, “I think it’s cute you were researching.” Charles’ cheeks heated up again, ‘she called me cute?’ he screamed at himself in his head. “Okay, honestly? I haven’t been able to get that song out of my head since I heard it at the concert, it’s really catchy!” Y/N nodded, “It gets stuck in my head too sometimes - and it’s my song!” “It’s definitely one of my favourites.” Charles admitted and Y/N found herself having to look out of the window to hide how big her smile was. Charles cleared his throat, “So! Shall we go?” He began to drive, fighting to contain his excitement that you were in the passenger seat, “Don’t go driving as fast as you did earlier!” Y/N joked, Charles smiled, eyes darting to look at her for a second before fixing his gaze back on the road once more, “Never. Not when I have such precious cargo in the passenger seat.” Y/N bit her lip and looked out of the window once more, but Charles could tell she was smiling to herself, he caught it in her reflection in the window.

It suddenly dawned on him as they drove that he didn’t feel as down as he expected to after the race. In fact, he rather felt like he’d won.

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[shiorimakibawrites]

Will You Be Mine?

Words: 732 Rating: 18+ Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem! Reader Summary: You've been nervous since Matt said he had something important to ask you. Warnings: Anxious thoughts, tooth-rotting fluff, referenced p in v sex, referenced unprotected sex Tags: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @bellaxgiornata, @yarrystyleeza, @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment, @theradioactivespidergwen (hope you feel better mandy!) Links: General Masterlist Matt Murdock / Daredevil Masterlist Also posted to A03.

Just a little one-shot that appeared while I was trying to write the next chapter for Alley Cat. Hope you all enjoy.

Will You Be Mine?

As you exited the elevator and headed toward your apartment, you tried not to let your anxiety get the better of you. Matt had told you he had something important to ask you when you came home. Something that made your normally confident boyfriend sound nervous. While you wanted to believe it was something positive, the Negative Nancy in your head couldn’t shut up about all the terrible possibilities.

Maybe Matt wanted to break up with you. That he had found someone else. Someone who was just as model gorgeous as he is, a person who would never get any whispered comments like ‘how in the world didshe manage to land him’ at parties. Or maybe someone could fight side-by-side with Daredevil instead of waiting at home and fretting. Or maybe someone was both prettier and a lot more badass. Someone like Elektra. Or Natasha.

Or maybe someone who wanted to be a housewife. Not that there was anything wrong with that choice. If being a housewife made someone happy and fulfilled, you were all for it. You just didn’t think that you would be. You had worked hard on your degree and enjoyed your work. You liked cooking and didn’t mind cleaning but doing nothing else all day sounded frightfully dull.

Through there were parts that didn’t sound awful. You liked the idea of being Mrs. Murdock. You may or may not practiced writing your name that way. Just to see how it looked. You might have an entire Pinterest board dedicated to your hypothetical wedding. Or considered what might be engraved into your wedding rings, something that Matt could ran his fingers over every day and know that he was loved . . .Or idly pictured a little face (or two) with Matt’s beautiful hazel eyes.

You really, really hoped that Matt wasn’t about to turn those sweet dreams into bitter ashes.

Logically you knew that he (probably) wasn’t. That you were worrying about nothing. You lived together. He loved you. You had woken up this morning to him pressing soft kisses to your neck, whispering ‘I love you’ as his big, warm hands gently caressed your body. The sex that followed could only be called making love. You had sobbed with pleasure when he had slowly filled your eager cunt with his cock. His thrusts had been gentle, as unhurried as the fingers rubbing circles on your clit. You had let out a keening cry on your third (or was it your fourth?) orgasm. Matt had been quieter but let out a deep moan when he came inside you.

You hadn’t wanted to leave the bed. It was supposed to be your day off. Matt had promised nothing short of literal world-ending disaster was calling him away today. You could stay in bed and have as much mind-blowing sex with your boyfriend as you wished. You had been contemplating rolling Matt over and slowly riding him until he was the one sobbing when your phone rang.

It was your frantic co-worker. There had been an accident. Her husband and at least one of her kids had been badly hurt. Of course you agreed to cover the rest of her shift and to get there as soon as possible. It was a little disappointing to postpone your plans (as nebulous as they were) but needs must. You could always ride Matt tomorrow. Turning him into a moaning mess sounded like a terrific Valentine’s Day present.

Now, after that call during your break, you feared that the only thing you were getting for Valentine's Day was a broken heart. You gripped the doorknob and tried to brace yourself. You opened the door and let out a surprised gasp.

The apartment was festooned with lit candles and rose petals. The table was set with something that smelled delicious along with two glasses waiting for their wine. And standing a few feet in front of you was Matt dressed in jeans with a cream cable-knit sweater that looked sinfully soft. His dark glasses had been left off so you could see the love, the hope, and the fear shining in his eyes as he went down on one knee.

You brought your hands up to your mouth as your eyes began to fill with tears. Was he . . .

“Sweetheart,” he said, holding up a little box with a ring inside it. “Will you marry me?”

[onboardsorasora]

'I dunno what this is' - my usual trope lmao but I'm just happy to have written something. this week was great emotionally but also exhausting and a drag so this may not be the greatest but I'm happy about it. As always, idk where this is going or if its even going anywhere. also as always, I haven't read it over lol we are working with vibes over here. I had this idea last night so theres that at least

Lewis stares at the guy who is supposed to be replacing Seb for the summer break, while he goes off on a well needed family vacation. Originally Lewis hadn’t needed a supplemental security guy, but then he’d started getting an increased amount of hate mail again ever since he eclipsed Max and Charles to be P1 in the championship standings again.

It was a great feeling, being P1. Even if the trade off sometimes meant that people took out their pitchforks.

Either way, he didn’t think this new guy would make the cut. He was cute, but he needed more than a pretty face to keep him safe. Didn’t matter if he came by Seb's personal request.

He was cute in a douchey Italian way, with his grown in facial hair and kinda wild curls. Lewis watched him as Seb gave him the run down, he was listening attentively at least and nodding along. Finally they joined Lewis out on the terrace, Seb looking as stern as ever and the new guy looking chill as if they were here for lunch.

“Lewis, this is Daniel Ricciardo, the guy I told you about.” Seb introduced, Daniel leaned forward to shake Lewis’ hand with a smile. Lewis looked him up and down, trying to place the military training that Seb claimed they had together. He didn’t see it, but he trusted his guy.

“Enchante.” Daniel grinned.

“You look like you were out partying last night, man.” Lewis said with a grin. Daniel laughed and his face got maybe ten times prettier.

“Yeah nah that's just my face. I can't help my dashing his looks.” Daniel shrugged carelessly. “I've been told it's quite punchable but what can you do, eh?”

That startled a laugh out of Lewis which in turn made Daniel grin even more. Lewis wanted to amend his previous impression of him, he was dangerous.

“So Seb says you’ve had an uptick in threatening DMs?” Daniel’s face became more focused, brows drawn in. it was Lewis’ turn to be blaise.

“No more than usual.” Lewis shrugged, he saw Seb shift from his periphery and Daniel raised a brow. 

Daniel made a clicking sound with his tongue before turning to Seb. “Yeah, I’ll just stay, those kinda threats can go left pretty fast.” He was motioning with his hands and Lewis couldn’t stop looking at his fingers. His hands looked strong, steady. He had a tattoo on his wrist but his long sleeves prevented Lewis from seeing much else. 

“Ah, bet.” Seb was saying. “And Lew is vegan, like I told you. That won’t be a problem I assume?”

Lewis wanted to roll his eyes, as if he would force anyone to become vegan to work for him. Daniel grinned again and Lewis was drawn to his face.

“Oh yeah I'm cool with being vegan for the next month or so.” Then he laughed, a wild but fun sound, “I had a fried chicken burger this morning as a send off anyway.”

“For breakfast?” Lewis asked dubiously.

“For brekkie. With an oat milk latte.” Daniel crossed his heart as if he was attempting to be a boy scout. Lewis was horrified with himself to find out that it was endearing him to the unserious man.

“Alright perfect. Thanks man, you really are doing me a solid.” Seb looked relieved that Daniel seemed to have passed some test. Lewis hadn’t realized any of them were being tested, but he trusted that Seb knew what he was looking for.

“No sweat mate, call us even for Ibiza.” Daniel grinned a squinty eyed grin when Seb threw his head back and cackled. Lewis looked on confused but content to let it go, he would have more than enough time in the next few weeks to try to get information out of Daniel. Especially information about how Seb was when they were younger.

Daniel eventually left with a spare key, saying he would go pack a bag and be back in an hour. It was just Lewis and Seb.

“You sure about this guy?” Lewis asked, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring into his friend’s blue blue eyes.

“100% I trust him with my life. Just.. keep your regular schedule, he’ll blend in an you’ll forget he’s even here.” Seb shrugged, Lewis looked at him dubiously.

“Yeah fine. If you say so.” 

They walked to the door together, Seb would be heading back to Switzerland tonight. Seb looked at him assessing for a moment.

“Be truthful with me, if you’re uncomfortable with the situation we can figure something out.”

“No, Seb it’s fine. Go, have fun with Kimi and the kids. We’ll be fine here.” Lewis rolled his eyes.

“Fine fine. Sure sure. Just promise me something?”

“What’s that?”

Seb’s eyes became teasing. “Don’t fuck him, yeah?” Then he cackled all the way out the door, leaving Lewis stunned.

[13hoursss]

If I Were You

Corpse

Summary:

Neige always thought Vil had everything. Vil stayed true to himself and remained pretty, he had a supportive family and his own mother wished Vil was her daughter. How could Neige ever live up to his mothers expectations? Vil on the other hand, thought Neige had everything. He was pretty, he was the most popular, he was everything Vil needed. Neige got everything without any effort and didn’t work his ass off, he didn’t have to do anything to get where he was today, unlike Vil. So what would happen if these two switched bodies, and realized it was nothing they thought it’d be?

Notes:

Depressing, yes. This had all of my Neige headcanons. So no, one of these are canon (at least I don’t think so). This is one of my more longer pieces that aren’t a series (series have a different formatting). So enjoy.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Taglist:

@liviavanrouge , @394091238483

WARNING / CAUTIONS:

Body dysmorphia.

To be honest, Neige always admired Vil in a way. Well, not admired but wanted to be Vil. Not because he loved Vil, he saw Vil as a friend, it’s just Neige wanted to make his mother happy for once. Instead of always looking so disgusted with him, he really tried. He starved himself and became the prettiest. But of course, it wasn’t what everyone thought it was. Neige knew that, the paparazzi, the stalkers, the creeps and so much more. Life of a star wasn’t all sunshines and rainbows. It was tough and hard to continue getting through the years especially with his mothers abusive behavior, he even developed body dysmorphia. But somehow, he survived, and he was going to keep going.

As for Vil, well, you already know. Vil was jealous that Neige never had to work for everything. That Neige had the dream life that he had always wanted, how Neige won the VDC competition with a stupid song like that. It was annoying. How could Vil even consider Neige a friend? Neige was just a stuck up kid with no problems. It wasn’t like he was trying to be the best, everyone always looked at Neige starry eyed and would think,

“I wanna be like him!” Vil would hear students talk about it all the time. Why? Why him? Why not me? Vil always thought. It was so obvious how much more prettier Vil was, yet they chose him. Yet they chose Neige. Because of course, he was just “better”, wasn’t he?

Not until that day. That day where the two swapped bodies. Where the two could “finally have their dreams”. Except, it wasn’t as dreamy as they thought, and maybe, just maybe, something more sinister was going on in the two’s lives. But hey? Maybe the two could get closer.

“Is this really happening?” Vil asked in shock yet pure ecstasy. Was he dreaming? Well if he was he never wanted to wake up. Well, he did since he wanted to be in his own body but still…this was one step closer to being the prettiest in the whole world.

As for Neige? He was surprised at first. But then he was happy. He wasn’t going to have to deal with creeps and stalkers for a bit. He wouldn’t need to starve himself.

Well, imagine the shock on both of their faces when they find out each others life is not what it’s all cracked up to be? Neige found it outrageous that he was ‘too pretty’ and that he was always the villain because he ‘wasn’t relatable’.

“Too pretty? What does that even mean? You can never be too pretty…Vil is beautiful. I don’t even know why I’m the prettiest…” Neige said to himself as he glanced at his reflection, seeing the body of Vil.

This must be so hard for Vil…he works like crazy… and he gets this? Neige thought. It was just terrible. Vil deserved to have recognition for being pretty and a good protagonist as much as Neige did. Neige wrote a message to leave for Vil.

‘I believe you are the prettiest Vil.’

Vil? Vil was surprised. The amount of times his friends constantly force fed him saying that they were not going to let him starve himself for beauty standards was shocking. Then Neige’s mother called,

“Neige? Hello. It’s me, Ms Mina. Or you could call me your mother, which I prefer you not. You’ve been the prettiest, but not pretty enough. I really wish you were just Vil. Until I find a way to get Vil as my own child, just try looking less ugly for once?” As Vil listened to what Neige’s mother had to say, he was disgusted. What came next was even more disgusting, “You haven’t been putting on weight have you? Have you eaten all three meals a day? Cut it down to one.”

Excuse me? Who does his mother think she is? When Ms Mina hung up, Vil looked at himself in the mirror. His (as in Neiges) friends made sure to give him something that can ‘soothe’ his body dysmorphia. Was Neige really suffering like this? Vil always assumed Neige didn’t do any work. Or at least didn’t do that much work other than just put on makeup. But he was wrong.

“Cut it down to one? Neige isn’t even that fat…he isn’t even fat. Why would she tell him that…?” Vil thought back to how supportive his father was of him. Compared to Neiges mother…Vil wrote a note he would leave for Neige.

‘Don’t listen to your mother.’

The next morning, the two woke up, back in their own bodies. As they both read the note the other left, it soothed an aching pain that was in their heart.

“Can I visit Vil?”

“Can I visit Neige?”

Notes:

I wanted to show my take on Neige. I think Vil and Neige don’t understand each other on a deep level and I feel there is something more to Neiges life other than the picture perfect display that is presented. I hope that theres more to Neige in the future and we can learn about his life. If you wanted to know, the last sentence meant to be read at the same time.

© CORPSE.

[cxnsolatio]

❛ Tell me what you want me to do. ❜

✚✚✚ @eyesofcuriosity

tell me starters ⁽ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ ⁾

❝ I don't know. ❞ His voiced came muffled out from behind his fingers, the sentence repeated like a bad mantra, evergrowing in intensity, turning doubt into hostility. ❝ I don't know and I don't care. How about that? ❞ Law looked up and pulled down on both his bottom eyelids, the conjunctiva quickly drying upon the sudden exposure. His fingers moved up, then, to knead his cheeks, a frustrated grunt coming out of him for having an outburst right in Nessa's face. She was so not deserving of his bad side, but it was not a fifty-fifty ratio, was it?

There was something he had heard the teens say: 'if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best'. To this day, Law could not tell whether the saying was actually wisdom or rubbish, but regardless of value, perhaps the sentiment applied. Nessa's path was laden with snaps and bursts of rudeness if she wanted to stay with him, which apparently she did, only God knew how. Or indeed why. Were one to reverse the situation, however, they might conclude that, if they were incapable of handling someone's courteous and happy side, then they did not deserve them, period. Law risked losing Nessa and all of her sides, each of them prettier and sweeter than the last, with the way he was acting.

It was not entirely his fault, though. No book could have prepared him for the loving worry of a woman, else he'd be a perfect romantic.

Seated at her kitchen table, he scanned the recipe books and loose cards Nessa had written, purchased or inherited from faceless, voiceless women, hoping some cursive word would go pop. Maybe not so voiceless — from wherever they were, in this world or the next, they still had lessons to impart onto young homemakers and baking aficionados.

Wooden spoon in hand, Nessa was waiting for him to make a decision. She reminded Law of a particular old nun from his childhood (Sister Agnes her religious name), who enjoyed to use the branch of a quince for a paddle with which to punish misbehaving children, but that he did not voice, only gurgling as a preface to a laughter that did not materialise. He was sure Nessa, who was still young and lovely, would find aggravation in being compared to elderly women of the cloth, and that was just the start of it. Next, he would be recounting his childhood crimes and the number of times his buttocks had been graced by Sister Agnes's makeshift instrument of discipline, and from there, well, then they would be delving into more unsavoury questions Freud would call a delectable feast, apropos of food.

Suddenly, Law's brow furrowed as he realised he would not be eating marmalade for a long time. Old Sister Agnes… May she rest in hell for putting him off marmalade and messing with his incipient sexual awakening.

❝ It's the process of elimination. ❞ He stated, the wheels of his logical mind whirring. ❝ I do not eat meat, so we can exclude those from the menu. ❞ He said, pushing away recipes for stewed pork and beef brisket. ❝ I spend most of time locked deep down in a submarine, so I am more used to freshly caught fish and canned legumes. Maybe something like that, yes? No? ❞

Law sighed, bumping his head into the table before complaining a small-voiced 'ow' and grunting sacrilege to himself. Away he did with breads and pies, and everything greasy in between. ❝ This. I want you to do this. ❞ Making a decision after much pondering and dramatics, he pointed repeatedly at the card shortly titled "rice". Quite down to the point. ❝ White rice with pepper flakes and hot sauce. Think you can manage that? ❞

[salmas20]

inspired by Taylor Swift’s speak now

I stand in front of the big gate, my legs are shaking. The venue is so rich people like and I don’t fit here but I have to go in, I’m running out of time. I sneak inside, nobody said anything maybe because I looked like a waitress with my white shirt and black pants, I didn't notice the huge figure I slammed into “Sorry”

“ no prob… Zoey? What are you doing here?”

“ Adam, hi. I’m.. look, I need to talk to Ollie”

His gaze turned sad, pitiful. “ that’s not a good idea Zoey”

“ I.. I can’t lose him, Adam, he doesn’t love her, you know that” I’m too close to crying now. “ I know” he lowered his gaze and then looked back at me “ Zoey, that’s not you, you don’t barge in impulsively. Think for a second, you’ll cause a scandal.” I’m angry yet I try not to raise my voice since we’re still in the hallway and the bride is probably in one of those rooms. “ I don’t care, he can’t marry her. Damn it it should’ve been me in that dress” he batted my shoulders to calm me down. “ I just need to talk to him, hear him say he wants this. You know If he did, I would never barge in like this. We both know this is his mom doing, and hers. Let me talk to him, Adam”

“ Fine, I’ll try to get you to him”

“ Thanks” He leaves me in the hallway and when my legs move to leave as well, I heard a loud shout, a woman’s shout “You idiot, that’s not the dress I told you to wear”

“ it is” I peeked a look to the room, the woman who was being shouted at is wearing the same dress as the other two next to her, the only difference is that she was way more beautiful than them, and the bride. Is she angry her bridesmaid would steal her thunder or something. “ no it isn’t, all the dresses are the same. Yours doesn’t look like theirs.” again, it’s because she’s prettier than them. The dress is ugly but she made it look magical somehow. I steal a look at the bride, she’s wearing a gown that was shaped like a pastry and before I see anything further, the door slams shut. I waited for Adam behind the curtains, I took a look at the guests, they were exchanging fond gestures and smiles. There was an old woman dressed in pastel and I noticed that was the color of the evening. Music starts to fill the room, the song sounds more like a death march than a wedding one, nothing here is what Ollie would’ve wanted. Adam is late but I have to stay behind these really ugly curtains since I wasn’t invited by the lovely bride-to-be. My mind went to all my happy memories with Ollie, our first date, the time he told me he loved me for the first time, the time when I was trying on a wedding gown for fun then he told me he can’t wait to see me in one. I pushed the memories away, I can’t cry now. After another half hour, it came to my realization that Adam stood me up, as I was moving to go look for Ollie myself the music changed taking everyone’s attention to the woman floating

down the aisle like a pageant queen. I need to find Ollie now. I pull out my phone and called him, but it went to voice mail and I took the only chance I have to tell him not to do that, “ Ollie, please don’t do that, don’t say any vows, whatever you prepared is not from your heart anyway. Baby, I know you wish it was me 'cause I sure wish it was me in that gown, actually no, that gown is hideous. Anyway, I love you Ollie, and even if you don’t love me anymore, don’t marry her, you don’t love her. please don’t say yes” I cried in the end and while I was searching for a way to get to him, I heard applause, damn it, if she’s walking on the aisle that means he’s waiting for her at the end of it. I went back to the curtains, I looked through them. He looks amazing, even in that hideous tux. What’s with rich people and ugly clothes? Time paused for me, I kept looking at that gorgeous man I love, I saw myself in that ugly dress standing in front of him, and the preacher starts speaking I say my vows, tearing up with happiness, you say yours yet they sound a little shallow and meaningless. Before he pronounces us, he looked to the audience and said the very old phrase “And those who object to this pairing, speak now or forever hold your peace” I fill out of my daydream to the room, I didn’t have time to pull myself back behind the curtains. The room is so silent I can hear a pin drop, everyone is looking at me, Adam has a horrified look, he’s scared of me causing a scandal, my legs and hands are shaking, I don’t know what to do so I did the only thing I do when I need comfort I looked in his eyes. He was as surprised as everyone, but he stayed silent. A woman spoke and kicked the horrible silence out “Honey, are you lost? The reception is not here” She thinks I’m a waitress. Like I said I don’t fit in a place like that. I took another look at the man I love, a last look then I tell the woman “Yes, I’m sorry. I was lost, I need to find my boss so I’d know what should I do. Again, I’m sorry I interrupted the ceremony. Go on father” I motioned to the preacher. I walked out of the room. I get into my car and exploded in tears, I lost him forever. I collected myself and started the car, I don’t know how long had it been since I got out. My phone rings before I start driving, I answered “Hey sweetheart” I checked the caller ID since I didn’t bother to look before I answered, and it said OLLIE, “Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have..” he cut me off “ meet me at the back, I just need to get out of this tux. I’m almost out of it” he’s breathing hard, “ Zoey?”

“ yes, I’ll be there”

Ollie appeared out of the church’s back door, he got in my car and then said “Drive” I gave him a questionable look “Just get us out of here and we’ll talk”

I drove a couple of miles away till we reached a cute little diner, we sat down in silence after we ordered some coffee, he was about to talk before I cut him off “You should go back, as much as it tears me apart to say that but I can’t be the reason you lose you…”

“ I love you,” he said “ I never stopped, I don’t love Sarah. I love you Zoey Queen. And yes, I do wish it was you in that hideous dress. Although I said my vows, I didn’t say yes” he smiled at me and it took me a while to realize that he’s referencing the voice mail “ you heard my voice mail?”

“ I ran after you, when you were out of sight I pulled my phone to call then I saw you left a message. You were so fast baby” he laughed saying the last part. “ what happened with Sarah, and your mother?”

“ they were furious, but I needed to get to you” he looked for a while then continued, “ I told Sarah that I don’t love her, and I didn’t want that marriage. She started shouting, and my mom and hers came to see what was wrong. When they found me taking off my tux, they started shouting as well, I locked them in the room and I got out to call you, but I didn’t want to stay in that tux so I sneaked to my best man's room and stole a shirt and pants. I just didn’t want to get you back with that tux”

“ it was hideous” I laughed. “ so we’re wanted now?” my smile fell when the thought came to my mind, “They’ll find you, and they’ll make that marriage happen, I’m not a good fit..”

“ They can’t make me marry her if I’m married” he took my hand and smiled at me “Run away with me, marry me, Zoey”

“ what? That’s insane”

“ I can’t lose you again, my mother manipulated me into this and she can do it again. Marry me, run away with me, let’s be away from all this. Just me and you, and your family, they’re amazing” he laughed again, “ Ollie, I can’t be the reason you lose your family. You want me to stay in touch with mine while you cut yours off?”

“ I wanted to run away, I wanted to leave that church. I was a coward, then my amazing girl fell into the room and reminded me why I shouldn’t do this. I would’ve hated that life, I would've hated every second with Sarah, 'cause I’d be seeing you but you wouldn’t be there. I want a life with you Zoey.”

“ I love you too, I just don’t want you to hate me”

“ I’d never” he smiled and kissed my hands “ I’m so glad you were there when he said speak now”                    

[applejuicefruit]

can you maybe do something about neymar where the reader gets hurt while in the stands due to angry fans either intentionally ( due to most psg fans hating neymar ) or accidentally hurting her after a miss from him? thank you so much, i love your work!

Hiii thank you for requesting this! I changed it a bit I hope you don’t mind it!

neymar jr x reader

Never change

It was PSG match night and, of course, as Neymar’s girlfriend you never missed on of his games. Unfortunately tonight you couldn’t attend because you had a last minute work meeting and you wouldn’t make it in time for the game. Ney already knew it and, even if he was a little bit sad you couldn’t go he knew how much you loved your work so he simply said you that it was okay.

The meeting ended earlier than expected. You would still make it in time for the second half of the match so once you reached the stadium you begged for the ticket lady to give you one ticket, it didn’t matter where you were sat, you just wanted to be there for Neymar.

Surprisingly you got a nice view ticket. Not too high or far from the pitch. You knew Neymar could see you from that distance and you were waiting for his reaction to see you there. But as he noticed you, some fans noticed you too and they weren’t quite happy with you being there, mostly because of Neymar. How he wanted to leave the team years ago and how he wants to leave the team now, PSG fans took it to heart and they were still quite mad with him for this.

You heard some sarcastic comments coming from behind you but you simply ignored them and watched the game. It wasn’t anything new for you, you read and heard bad things on you everyday, simply because you were dating Neymar.

You enjoyed the game and PSG won. You were so happy you couldn’t wait to go home and celebrate with Neymar.

But before you could leave the stadium some crazy fans pushed you and you fell.

“Tell your boyfriend that he sucks” he said and some other men started laughing. Unfortunately for you Neymar was already in the changing room and he couldn’t have seen you.

“He’s useless by the way” someone else said and you got so mad you couldn’t stay there.

“He just made you win” you said back but the fans didn’t like this answer so one of them took you by the arm and threw you on the floor again. This time you hit your head and you felt a little bit dizzy but no one was there to help you, not even security.

“I’m sorry you’re dating someone like him, I’m sure he cheats on you every night with someone prettier” he said and you felt your tears threatening to come out of your eyes “and skinnier” he said again laughing. You couldn’t handle it. You were a very self conscious person and when you started dating Neymar you were terrified he would leave you for someone prettier. He made all of your fears vanish. He told you how much he was in love with you and that he would give up his own career if you asked him too just for you. He was deeply in love with you.

You quickly stood up and left the stadium, ignoring the people calling for you. Your head hurt, your legs were shaking and you were clearly about to have a panic attack.

You arrived home earlier than Neymar and all you wanted to do was crying in his arms but at the same time you didn’t want to worry him so you took a shower and pretended nothing happened. Bad thing was that your head was bleeding, not much, but just to show that it was bruised. You put some paper towel on the back of your head trying to stop the bleeding. You noticed a purple hand print around your arm too and that was kinda hurt to hide.

“Hi babe” you heard Neymar coming behind you. You were so focused on your own thoughts that you didn’t even hear him coming home.

“Heyyy” you said turning to face him and throwing the paper tower away.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” he asked immediately as he saw the paper towel covered in blood.

“It’s nothing don’t worry I just fell…” you lied but the knew you better and he knew you were lying.

“Honey don’t lie…what happened?” he said grabbing your hands and his look became more serious when he saw the handprint on your wrist “babe who did this? Were you harassed?” he asked again.

“No…it’s nothing really” you tried to shove it away but he wouldn’t let go.

“What happened? Please y/n tell me…” he almost begged.

You told him everything that happened at the stadium, mentioning him the fans and the bad things they said about him and how you stood up for him.

“I’m gonna kill them!” he shouted making you flinch a bit “Where was the security? Why they didn’t do their job!” he shouted again, taking you on the couch and letting you sit on his lap “I can’t believe people would do something like that! I’m so sorry baby…fuck, I wished I saw it! So I could have stopped them” he said grabbing your wrist hand placing a soft kiss in the bruise. Luckily your head stopped bleeding but still, Neymar wanted to take you to the ER just for precaution. You agreed to go with him and once you were checked the doctor told you that you had a mild concussion and that you had to rest for two weeks, not leaving the house, no work environment and no getting up from your bed.

Neymar said he would take care of you and you couldn’t be more grateful.

Once home he helped you getting in bed and cooked you something to eat.

“I’m sorry it happened to you baby” he said once you were both laying in bed, you head on his chest.

“I know…I just wished they appreciate you more…you do everything for this team” you said back making him smile. You yawned a bit, sign that you were tired.

You fell asleep on his chest and he looked at you with adoring eyes “never change babe” he said before turning the lights off.

[wndaswife]

santa monica dream

taylor sloane x fem!reader

tags: angst. a lot of angst.

word count: 2432

summary: late into the night, taylor calls you after months of being broken up from each other.

a/n: based on the song 'santa monica dream' by angus & julia stone

gif is not mine; credit to the creator.

It’s three in the morning and you’re sitting at the kitchen counter, working on a project on your laptop, when Taylor calls you. It’s the first time she has since the two of you broke up nearly a year ago.

You don’t know why you pick up, but you do. You hold the phone up to your ear, holding your breath and not daring to make even the slightest noise.

A voice you hadn’t heard in what felt like centuries, and simultaneously one you could recall as if you had heard it just this morning, speaks meekly through the phone, “Hello?”

You consider just hanging up, or continuing to stay silent and have Taylor speak again. You don’t know when you decided to answer, but you find yourself parting your lips to speak faster than you could stop yourself. “Hi,” you say.

“Y/N?” Taylor asks, and you screw your eyes shut at the feeling that bursts through your chest hearing her call your name again. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

She lets out a breath that sounds like a laugh. You think it is. “You sound different,” she comments. You cannot tell if it’s a good or bad thing that you sound different, but she sounds sentimental. Taylor, sentimental. You could almost laugh. It isn’t long before Taylor talks again. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine,” you answer simply. “And you?”

Taylor replies, “Me too.” There is a moment’s silence before she suddenly says, “Ezra and I are trying for a baby.”

“Good for you guys,” is all you hear yourself saying. You recall Taylor’s Instagram post from when the two of them got engaged. They looked happy, from what you could tell, but you hadn’t spoken to Taylor for months at that point.

“He wants a boy.”

You don’t say anything.

“I think I want a girl.” She feels something warm, even while you don’t utter a word, simply because she knows you’re on the phone with her. If she said something, you’d hear it. You were right there, and that was the most she had of you in a long time.

“Okay,” you say in response. You don’t question why Taylor is telling you all this to begin with, in casual amiability as if you were a close friend to confide in, so you just respond blankly.

Carrying the conversation forward as if she hadn’t just arbitrarily told you she was trying to have a child with her fiancé, Taylor says, “I saw you went to Malta with Genevieve.”

Taylor spent hours searching your girlfriend up online. It started with occasional photos of you two hanging out at cafes and at nice places around the city. Who was this woman you were hanging out with so often, Taylor wondered. She seemed nice enough.

Then, a photo of the two of you together was posted by a mutual friend, Genevieve’s hand on your knee. It enraged her. Her chest tightened and a thousand weights dropped to the bottom of her stomach. She became lightheaded as she looked through the woman’s social media, searched up her name on Google, on Twitter, on Pinterest.

It angered her how perfect she would be for you. She was pretty. Prettier than Taylor, maybe. She was into reading, genuinely into reading, whereas Taylor faked it for comments on how profound and intelligent she was when she posted your favourite book as her own on her Instagram story.

Your girlfriend had a small business, a little shop in the city. She sold her sculptures and paintings. She was an artist. Of course she was. And she was good. Taylor bought several of her pieces just to throw her sculptures onto the ground in her backyard, to rip her paintings up and throw them into her fireplace.

Genevieve was everything Taylor wasn’t. She was everything you would’ve rather she had been when she was dating you instead of the vain, juvenile woman she was.

“Yeah, I did.” The vacation was nice. You’d always wanted to go to Malta. Taylor was always too busy promoting the L.A lifestyle, or so she said.

“The pictures on your Instagram are really cute,” Taylor remarks aloud. You think it’s supposed to be a compliment, but you don’t know what to say to it, so you don’t say anything at all. “Is Genevieve nice?” she asks suddenly.

“What?”

“Like, is she a nice person?”

“Yeah, she is. Why would you ask that?” You hope you didn’t come off as defensive when you responded, but without having to force something that sounded more lighthearted, you wouldn’t have known how else to put it.

Taylor hums cluelessly. “I’ve never met her, so I was just curious.” She was skilled in socialising, getting to know people- really getting to know them, inside and out. When you went out to parties with her, you observed how Taylor had turned socialising into some sort of science- the crinkling of her eyes as she smiled as to indicate sincerity, the looseness of her shoulders to indicate contentment- whereas you knew little to nothing about mingling.

When she paid half a mind to you, Taylor would wrap an arm around your waist in front of prospective business partners, saying, ‘This is my partner, Y/N.’ Never ‘girlfriend.’ It was ‘partner,’ always. You sometimes wondered if Taylor saw you as just another business opportunity, too. Maybe it was nicer for her image to have you as a partner; someone meek and gentle, who was a woman nonetheless. Dating someone like Taylor would make anyone think things like that, especially when she spent none of her time telling or showing you differently.

Coming back home from these social events, there was mirth in the glints of her eyes, having taken every person of interest at the event into her hands. Taylor brought in a lot of money from her social platforms, but for her, a greater incentive than money was being able to dip her fingers into the very limbs of those around her like one would do to a permeable body of water, taking them by their reins and utilizing them like marionettes. It was a little admirable from the eyes of someone who could hardly even keep a conversation with a stranger, but not from the eyes of her girlfriend. Not from someone who was treated no different than one of her prospective business partners.

“Why did you call me, Taylor?” you ask suddenly.

Your break up with her wasn’t simple nor was it mutually received. From what you allowed yourself to recall, your nearly two-year long relationship with her ended in quite the chaotic dispute. Taylor threw a framed picture at you from off the wall, causing your cheek to be nicked by a glass shard. There was not a moment during the three-hour argument where you weren’t shouting at each other. You left the house with an angry flourish, slamming the front door and shaking Taylor to the very bone. You slept at a hotel out of the city.

A week later, after a few exchanged I’m sorry’s and Let’s talk about this, please’s, you returned home to pack your things.

You left without any notice to Taylor, who was, at the time, at a partnership conference, not that she’d care if you gave her one anyways.

She left you many angry texts after she came home to all your things being gone, but you refused to argue over the phone. You met up for lunch at one point. The two of you only argued in the parking lot of the restaurant the two of you agreed upon before Taylor stormed back into her car and drove away. She texted you something brief later that day about closure and having appreciated her relationship with you. You hadn’t heard from her since.

Until now.

“Don’t know. Wanted to hear your voice,” Taylor answers. You can picture the way her bottom lip stuck out slightly when she sounded unsure like this.

You scoff. “Well, you heard it. I’m hanging up.”

But Taylor is quick to protest, “No! Don’t!”

You look up at your kitchen ceiling, not saying another word nor hanging up the phone.

Taylor hesitates, “H… Hello?”

“Hi,” you answer scornfully.

“Oh, you’re still here!”

“I’m not falling for this fucking shit again, Taylor.”

“What?”

“What are you gonna do? Huh? Are you recording this?" you accuse angrily. "Gonna post it on Instagram to fuck with me? Twist it around so I’m the desperate obsessive ex-girlfriend who called you at three in the morning?” Anger bubbled up in you the longer you spoke to her, the more she opened herself up to you as if what happened between the two of you never happened. Even now, after so long, she was the exact same woman you used to know.

Taylor sits up from where she was laying on the living room couch, panicked. “What? No! I wouldn’t do that.”

“You literally have done that before.” The outrage it caused was of an unbelievable amount. You and Taylor had only been arguing about her spending too much time online rather than in real life, with you. Out of context, it was quite the unpleasant behaviour on your end, so you understood the general responses from Taylor’s following, but you would never have expected how popular the video got.

Hundreds of hateful messages flooded your comments and message requests. For months, you weren’t able to have any social media presence without being cornered by those who hated you.

Taylor hadn’t even told you it was going to happen. She used you for a scandal and didn’t even tell you, as if you were just a piece in a game. She insisted that her friends had posted it without her permission, that she didn’t know it had been happening until it happened. But you knew she was lying, and she knew that you knew.

Your anger plateaued when she defended you online, recording and posting a ten-minute long video explaining the situation, creating fake context that made you seem slightly more likeable, and reestablished your relationship to her hundreds of thousands of followers.

‘My partner and I have never been happier. We love each other.’

Foolishly, that soothed you. The bare minimum meant the world to you. Even in defending you, which is what she had been planning since the video of your call with her was recorded to begin with, Taylor was the Good Samaritan. She was a loving, forgiving person who defended her partner in front of thousands, even when her partner was in the wrong. Her account got more attention after that, opening more doors for her and boosting her popularity.

“Well, I deleted those videos. And my publicist got them off of most websites,” Taylor tries to defend herself, her fingers pressing into the cushion of her couch.

“As if I give a fuck about that, Taylor.”

“And I’m different! I wouldn’t do that now.”

You spoke the next few words with ease, as if it had been sitting on your tongue just waiting to be shot out like snake venom. “I really don’t care how different you are, what self-help books you’re reading, what kind of spirituality shit you’re posting on your Instagram now to promote yourself- I don’t give a fuck!” You looked up at the ceiling where Genevieve slept in the room above, hoping you didn’t wake her.

Taylor is silent for a few moments, and when she speaks, she is quiet. “You would care if you could see it. If you could see that I really am different now. I am. I’m better.”

“A better what?”

“A better everything.”

“Why are you even telling me all of this? I haven’t talked to you in months.”

“I don’t know, okay?” she answered, audibly exasperated. “I just sat down and then I was calling you. I’m sorry.” Then, she asks, “Why don’t you care?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you care that I’ve changed?”

“Because just I don’t. I gave up the responsibility of caring about you a long time ago. You should’ve had this number deleted.”

The way Taylor’s head hangs as she brings a hand up to her face to physically stop herself from crying is, fortunately for her, unheard by you. Warm, stinging tears fall from her eyes anyways. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” she says.

You can hear the tremble in her voice. You aren’t sure how to take it because the Taylor Sloane you know could fake any emotion on the human spectrum.

“I wish I hadn’t treated you like that. It’s my fault that we…” she trails off and sniffles before continuing. “I don’t know what to do. Ezra wants a baby, and I don’t think I’m ready. I don’t think I even know what being ready feels like.”

Her confession finally leaves her in soft sobs, “I really miss you. Miss having you around. Telling you about my day. You’d know what to do if you were here. You always know what to do.”

You’re silent, just listening to her as you run your eyes over the tiles of your kitchen floor.

“It’s not the same with Ezra, you know.”

Here, you have to stop her. “Taylor, stop.”

But she pushes on unambiguously. “It’s the truth. I think about you all the time, even when I’m with him.”

There is another silence, and you imagine she was waiting for you to say you felt the same. But you didn’t. You hadn’t felt that way a very, very long time.

Taylor didn’t call again after that.

Just over ten months later, you’re having lunch with your best friend when she shows you something Taylor had posted about her newborn on Instagram. Newborns, actually. She had twins. A boy and a girl. In the picture she posted, Ezra was holding one baby, and Taylor the other.

“Hi,” Genevieve greets from behind you, breathlessly. “I’m sorry I’m late.” She leans down to kiss your cheek and you look away from your friend’s phone.

Genevieve hugs your friend before sitting down in the seat beside you. “Have you ordered yet?” she asks, picking up her menu.

“No, we were waiting for you,” you say. Your fiancée takes your hand under the table and you play with her ring with the pads of your fingers.

The caption of Taylor’s photo, ‘You ought to dream,’ goes unread by you, a quote from your favourite book, The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemmingway, that Taylor had finally read.

Taylor Sloane isn’t thought about once during the entirety of the lunch, and very scarcely is for the next many years of your life.

[doxypsychlean]

hello! I absolutely LOVED "The Rogue Prince" fic and your works are so fascinating in general like i'm in love. If you accept reqs, what do you think about Deamon seeing his wife crying for the first time? Like yes it's an arranged marriage but they're developing the feelings and the reader is insecure about not being a sweet little wife. She's opposite to that ideal (mb she's tall/on the bigger side/not weak and absolutely can speak for herself not being in need to be always protected (mentally at least) and maybe she's the opposite of- hm, someone) and is so sure Deamon needs someone perfect, someone who's just not her. I don't really know if I want an honest reaction or just to be comforted so you can choose. (but happy ending is highly appreciated) It's ok if you don't feel like it! Stay hydrated! Thank u in advance!

Sapphire Tears

Daemon Targaryen x Tarth!Reader

Warnings: blood

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: The way Anon described the reader reminded me sm of my beloved Brienne, I just had to write the readers as a Tarth.

"If only the Prince would show the same devotion to his lady wife as he does his work, Your Grace." Otto Hightower said, eyes trained on the ring on his right hand.

Then the Hand of the King looked up, directly at the Rogue Prince.

"You've not been seen in the Sapphire Isle or at Evenfall Hall for quite some time." The man said, brows knitted together.

"I think my blue bitch is happier for my absence." Daemon responded with a slight smile.

His brother, King Viserys, turned to look from Lord Hightower to Daemon, one eyebrow raiser and his forehead wrinkled.

"Lady Tarth is your wife, a good and honorable warrior and the Evenstar of Tarth"

"In Tarth, men are said to fuck sea lions instead of women." The Rogue Prince spat out, looking away from Otto. Viserys dropped his head in defeat, letting a sigh escape him at his brother's words. Daemon looked back at Otto, a disgusted expression on his face. "I can assure you, the sea lions are prettier."

"Dear me" The Master of Coin, Lord Lyman Beesbury, whispered in shock. Daemon didn't hear it. He had gone too far, he knew it.

His blue bitch, as he'd come to call her, was anything but. She was by no means an ugly creature. If he had to be honest, his lady wife was easy on the eyes. But she was strong, stronger than any woman Daemon had ever seen. The woman was a walking mountain, towering over almost everyone around her. She had no care for appearance or anything ladylike. No one, absolutely no one, had seen the Evenstar of Tarth in a dress before. She'd never shown interest in embroidery, dancing or singing, or learning how to play an instrument. Her calloused hands weren't used to the fine,delicate needles or the thin strings of a harp.

What she knew was the feeling of a sword in her hand. The first time they'd met, the lady was in the training grounds of Evenfall Hall. Mercilessly swinging at her squire as she was trying to teach the boy how to fight.

That's what angered Daemon. He was sent off to marry a knight. A woman knight. One that was far better than him. She was fast, she was strong and fought like a true warrior. He hated her for it. He hated how much he envied her.

A savage. A brute with long, luscious hair and eyes as blue as sapphires and as deep as the Narrow Sea. Freckled porcelain skin, a small scar here and there. Slender fingers, but strong grip. Sharp tongue and even sharper mind. Strength that rivaled the one of the storms that rocked Shipbreaker Bay.

She was loud, she was stubborn, she never bowed down to anyone, she wasn't scared to get in someone's face and then knock them to the dirt. She had her own way of going through life. One that didn't include him.

She liked being alone. And even if she didn't, she'd got used to it. While her late father was still alive and carried the title of Evenstar of Tarth himself, the old lord had tried to find a good match for her. But to no avail. All the noble men were either scared, jealous of her or didn't see it fit for their wife to be so...unladylike. The blonde also made sure to give them every reason to decline the offer.

She didn't need a husband. She didn't want one.

Then that letter from the King arrived. He had to get Daemon as far away from the capital. Tarth was one of his best options. Lord Tarth put his foot down, agreeing to the match despite his daughter's protests.

"You made a vow to the Seven to honor your wife in marriage." Otto's harsh voice pulled Daemon back to reality.

"Well, I'd gladly give Lady Tarth to you, Lord Hightower, if you're in want of a woman to warm your bed." Daemon said, head shaking lightly. "Your own lady wife passed recently."

Lord Hightower rose to his feet, the chair he'd been sitting on dragging on the floor as it got pushed back. He stared down at Daemon, daring him to continue.

"Did she not?" The Prince asked, taunting the Lord Hand some more. His fingers ran over the marble egg that was in front of him.

"Otto." Viserys cut through the growing tension.

Lord Hightower didn't respond. He swayed a bit, putting the weight of his body from one leg to the other. His eyes never leaving Daemon.

"Perhaps you aren't ready to move on just yet." Daemon mimicked Otto's movement, head tilting to the side slightly.

"You know how my brother makes sport of provoking you." Viserys said, trying to bring his Hand back to his senses. "Must you indulge him?"

"My apologies, Your Grace." Otto sat back down, eyes staring at Daemon and through him. His voice barely above a whisper.

It hurt. Daemon knew it. For all that sleazy old man was, Otto truly and undoubtedly loved his late wife. The Prince offered an innocent smile, teeth digging into his lower lip so he wouldn't laugh out.

"This council has, at great expense, bettered the City Watch to your exacting standards." Daemon turned to look at his King, fingers drumming against the polished wood of the table. "Enforce my laws, but understand, any further performances like last night's will be answered."

The two brothers smiled at eachother. Daemon looked down at the table and back up, nodding his head.

"Understood, Your Grace."

The Rogue Prince averted his eyes, then got up. He picked his sword up and made his way towards the exit, the gold cloak on his shoulder trailing behind him as he walked.

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"Prince Daemon!" The man that had been said to welcome him said. "We did not expect to see you. The Lady..."

The silver haired prince walked past him, hands rubbing together. He could hear Caraxes let out a roar as the dragon pushed off the ground and started flying in circles over Evenfall Hall.

"Where is my wife?" Daemon stopped suddenly, the man almost slamming in his back.

"I'm afraid Lady Tarth isn't here, my Prince..." The man whispered as he took a step back. "She's..."

Daemon turned around slowly, a smirk on his face. He closed the distance between him and the man, hands wrapping around his collar and lifting him up.

"And you couldn't be bothered to tell me before I got off?"

"I...I tried." The man stuttered. "She's..."

Daemon put him back down, one hand reached to dust off the man's shoulder.

"I know exactly where she is." The Prince let out a low laugh, the sound coming from deep inside his chest.

Daemon shoved the man away, walking back to where Caraxes had landed. The beast saw him immediately, then dropped back down. The ground underneath Daemon's feet shook at the impact.

"Ready for a little hunt?"

A growl, accompanied by a whistling, clicking sound came from the dragon, as if it was laughing at its rider's words. Daemon climbed on the dragon's back and once seated, pat the side of its wide neck.

Caraxes pushed its large body off the ground once more, wings spreading out.

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"Keep moving, Edwyn." The woman huffed as she climbed up the steep hill. "We're almost there."

The boy let out a huff, feet slipping on the wet ground.

"My lady, I still think we should have taken the Blue Road." He let out a yelp as her hand wrapped around his collar before the boy could tumble all the way down to the bottom. He let out a relieved laugh. "Maybe on horseback?"

"The Blue would've let us away from our destination, Ed." She pulled him forward so he could walk in front of her. "And watch where you're going. I have no use of a squire with snapped neck."

The two chuckled as they kept pushing up.

"I still don't understand why we had to go all the way here..." Edwyn trailed off.

"The farther away from my hall, the better." She admitted as her hand reached out for him again. "Gods be good, Edwyn, watch it!"

"Apologies, my lady." The boy laughed again. "But I don't understand... 'Tis your halls we are talking about."

"And?"

"I'm just saying, my lady, you shouldn't be hiding away." He turned to look at her. "It does no good."

She pulled him back before he could fall again. Then turned the boy around. Edwyn let out a gasp as he saw what laid before him.

The sound of water pounding down on stone drained any thought from his head. He looked up at the top off the waterfall, then his eyes went back down with the water. Despite it beating down on the giant rocks, the pool it was pouring in, was as calm as a lamb. The crown of green leaves that surrounded this peaceful haven, had left just enough space for the sunlight to pass through and bounce off of the light blue water.

She walked past him, coming to a stop right before the pool. The woman sat down, back resting against one of the larger rocks next to the waters. Edwyn shook himself out of the trance as he walked towards her. He winked, then with a big jump, got on top of the same rock. He sat down, eyes going back to stare at where the waterfall met with the pool.

"I hate the way they look at me..." Her voice tore through the silence. "As if there's something wrong with me."

"My lady..." The squire tried to stop her.

"No, Ed." She raised one hand, finger pointing up at the sky. "Don't. You can see it just as well as I can."

The trees around them shook slightly, leaves rustling as a large red dragon landed on top of the waterfall. Neither of them heard the load thud, the sound of the water completely draining out any other. Nor did they sense its rider's presence behind them, head of silver-white hair coming to stand between the trees, hiding in the shadows.

"You know, I've tried to be like them. Back when I was but a girl." The woman said as she reached down and took one of small, flat rocks in her hand. She tossed it at the water, the stone jumping once, twice, three times before sinking to the bottom of the pool. "I tried to put down the sword. Shove myself in a dress. Spend time with those insufferable cows."

Both her and her squire laughed. Daemon let out a snort, quiet enough for them to not hear.

"But I can't. That's not me." The blonde looked up the boy. "So I accepted it. I'll always be a fighter, and one day- the Lady of Tarth. Take over once my father was gone from the world. Rule."

She took another stone and tossed it into the water.

"I knew I had to take the hand I've been dealt. I quite enjoy it, actually. Ruling. I kept getting better. At it, at fighting. Even became a knight."

"Twas not enough?" Her squire asked.

"No, Ed. It wasn't." She shook her head with a bitter laugh. "Oh, how I wish it was..."

It went awfully quiet. The woman didn't know if she should say it. Of course, it'd be only her loyal squire and friend, Edwyn Tudbury, that would hear the words.

"I tried to ignore them." Her voice had become unsteady. "It's always behind my back, those cowards wouldn't dare say any of it to my face. But I'm not deaf, Ed. Nor am I blind."

Daemon watched as the boy jumped off the rock, then sat down next to his wife.

"The Beast of Tarth, the Sapphire Beauty..." Tears rolled down her face. "Blue bitch."

"My lady, I'm sure the Prince..." The squire said as he wrapped a hand around her shoulder.

"Oh please, you know it just as well as I do." Her head dropped down, pools of gold hair hiding her face from him. And from Daemon. "He didn't want me. I didn't want him either."

"Then why?"

"My father. He came to me one day, said he'd found a good match. The best match I could ever hope for." The woman straightened up. Edwyn's hand dropped from her shoulders as she did. "He also said if I don't accept, he would strip me off my titles, make me renounce my claim and exile me."

The boy let out a shocked gasp. He wrapped his hand around the woman once more.

"Oh, friend...I'm so,so sorry."

"It's fine, Ed." She whispered. "I'm fine."

She wasn't. Daemon could see it. On her face. In the way her hand rose to her chest and clutched at the pastel blue tunic, right over her heart.

"You don't deserve this. I'm really sorry."

"If you were to ask them..." She pointed towards right where Daemon was standing. Unfortunately for him, Edwyn followed her hand. His eyes widened at the sight of the Rogue Prince, hiding behind a tree. Daemon quickly put the pointer finger of his right hand against his lips, silent plead for the boy to keep quiet. "That's exactly what I deserve. It's even too much."

She got up, hands stretching out. The woman looked up at waterfall. There- two big yellow eyes. Red scales. Sharp teeth. She let out a chuckle.

"Just think about it, Ed. The poor, handsome Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, doomed to spend to rest of his life with..." She pointed towards herself. "...a fucking monster. This giant, savage brute."

The blonde winked at the boy in front of her, knowing look in her puffy,red eyes. Edwyn had spent enough time around her to know what that meant. He decided to play along.

"At least he's got the wits to stay away and not be tortured by your monstrosity." The squire said as he got on his feet and then back on top of the rock.

Daemon felt his whole body twitch at the boy's words. He almost lunged forward, but the hand he'd wrapped around the tree stopped him. The Rogue Prince was ready to tear his throat open.

"If only he had the wits to not spy on me, Ed..." They both turned to stare at the silver haired man. "Have you anything to say for yourself, husband?"

Daemon felt the tips of his ears starting to burn, his face reddening.

"Come now. Don't just stand there."

The flap of giant wings interrupted them. Daemon rolled his eyes as he walked out of the shadows. His only escape plan had just flown off to wherever its heart wanted. The Prince had no other choice, but to face her.

"I was looking for you." He said as he leaned against the rock. "You weren't at Evenfall Hall."

"Why are you here?" The woman hissed out as she walked towards him. Daemon pushed off the rock, their noses almost touching as he did. "It's not enough that you make a fool out of me, desert me and call me names in front of anyone, hm? You've come to rattle the beast's cage yourself?"

"My lady!" Edwyn tried to pull her away, but she shoved him away.

"No." The blonde turned to look at the squire, her long hair smacking Daemon in the face. The Prince smiled. "He's on my land without making his intentions clear."

"Wouldn't it be my land too?" Daemon's voice reached her ears. "I am your husband, like it or not."

She smiled down at Edwyn, foot tapping on the ground.

"My lady, please..." Edwyn tried once more.

But it was too late. She swung at Daemon, fist colliding with his nose. The Prince stumbled back, almost losing his footing.

"This is the last time I ask." She shook her hand up and down as the other one reached for Daemon's chestplate. She wrapped her fingers around the neckline, then pulled Daemon up and towards her. "Why are you here?"

As Daemon wiped at the blood coming from his nose, his eyes trailed to her red,blotchy cheeks. A tear was rolling down each one of them.

"Care to join me for a ride?" Daemon nodded up at the sky. "After we escort your squire back home, that is."

The woman huffed before letting go of Daemon. A smile crept up her face. The Rogue Prince returned it with one of his.

"Fine. Go get your winged lizard back."

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hi ! I read your Charlie Walker NSFW alphabet and was wondering if there was any chance you would write one for Robbie Mercer? I totally understand if not bc practically nobody has written for him but I figured I would ask. Thank you sm!

NSFW - Alphabet - Robbie Mercer

Info : Thank you dear anon for the request it was definitely fun to write. Maybe i'll do more for him we'll see. Have fun reading :)

warning : +18, Minors don't interact, it's getting steamy under the cut

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A = Aftercare ( how they are after sex)

°For Robbie there was no such thing as aftercare at first or besides a word of praise he just seemed to go back to his computer and edit his videos.

°But don't worry, with a little time and patience he actually stays with you afterwards, pulls you into his arms and even plays with your hair a little. But before you know it, he's either filming again and talking about himself or you. Or he's chatting you up with his latest viewer numbers.

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B = Bodypart (their favourite body part about them and you)

°Robbie always thought he was pretty, with his gorgeous eyes, wispy hair, etc. His favourite body part is his mouth. Not only that he can tell his audience everything that's going on, what's new and comment on everything. He can also kiss you, something he is more than happy to do. He can feel your soft lips on his, kiss along your body and make you happy.

°Your body, on the other hand, is the sexiest thing he gives. He often called you his supermodel and he likes everything about you. But if he had to choose, it was your eyes. It's not for nothing that they are the window to the soul. For Robbie this was true when he felt your sweet gaze on him, or when you looked into the camera he always had on his head to film everything. Even to your pleading excited look when tears of excitement came into your eyes. He loved the looks you gave him.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°Robbie likes to come inside you and enjoy the feeling of you closing around him. But he prefers to come on your body.

°How his cum spreads over your body, runs down your skin and he brushes it away with his fingers to spread it further. Before he takes it all in with his camera, there's nothing prettier to see you macked by him like this.

°,,Fuck...look at you...my own pretty model".

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D = Dirty Secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of them)

°Something that went through his head the first time he used the camera to film the two of you. Was a role play. Or how would it go? A cop and a prostitute, a dominatrix and her slave. Or the secret relationship of the princess and her bodyguard. Roobie had so many ideas of what he would try.

°Being tied up or rather being tied up something he would realise he liked was actually a coincidence. Something you happened to make for a horror film. And he realised that he liked it more than he did. So why not try it in bed?

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what you're doing?)

°Like his friend Charlie, Robbie is still a virgin, maybe he's already had his first kiss. And he's had his hand on some girls' breasts or in some guys' trousers.

°But Robbie is as much a quick learner as he is a big fan of cameras and his livestreams. It only took him a few times to know what to do to get the right sounds out of you. Something he is very proud of almost bragging about.

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F = Favourite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Lotus = A position you tried together and he couldn't seem to let go. To feel you so close, your warm skin, your body, how your breasts pressed against his. He could grasp you. See exactly what you felt. But most importantly, he could look into your eyes the whole time. Watching the lust reflected in your eyes. He loved the position, he saw everything that your love brought out in you.

°Missonar position = the classic position but again, he could look at you best. Feel you, search and find your gaze. Seeing your breasts move, the sweetest words flowing from your lips as he thrust into you. But your words of praise would perhaps even elicit a whimper or two, make him feel the excitement even more.

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G = Goofy (are their more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°I wouldn't say funny, it would be more of a challenge to take away his camera or convince him not to make comments about how you two are sleeping together. But be sure that there will be one or two bad pick-up lines or embarrassing attempts at dirty talk. At least there's bound to be a laugh, whether it's good or bad.

°,,If I flip a coin, what are my chances of getting heads?"

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H = Hair (how shaved are they? Does the stem match the apple? ect.)

°He does shave the question is when does he have time. All the streaming and recording and editing takes time. But if it would bother his partner then he would also look for the time. Or if you look down, I'd say he definitely has a happy trail that's a little darker than his hair colour.

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I = Intimacy (how are they at the moment the romantic aspect)

°Even though Robbie doesn't always have time and he takes his work very seriously. So every time he spends time with you, he tells you that he loves you and how much you mean to him.

°So a few kisses as you walk by, holding hands while editing or just being together on the livestream. But most of all he loves it when you sit on his lap, he has his webcam connected to the computer and you answer questions together while he kisses you every now and then. Especially cuddling is something that is very important for him. Relaxing and just feeling you against him, how he holds you or you hold him.

°,,You are the best thing that has ever happened to me".

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J = Jack off (mastubation headcanon)

°The free time he had before you two got together was actually spent on his own pleasure. It helped him to get rid of all the stress and get some relief.

°But Robbie wouldn't be Robbie if he didn't have at least one folder full of homemade videos of you watching them when you're not with him and he wants to enjoy himself. The collection is almost his pride and joy - at least that's what he whispers to you whenever he wants to tease you.

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Kink = (one or more of the kinks)

°Praise kink = He quickly felt his heart beat faster and he felt himself getting more and more excited when you told him how good he was for you. When he made love to you, when you made a movie or just because. It turned him on incredibly to know that he triggered something like that in another person. That someone was proud of him and praised him for who he was. Believe me, if you keep this up, you will truly have him kneeling before you begging for more.

°,,I'll be good ah-promise"

°Roleplay = As already said in his dirty secret, roleplaying would more than fascinate him. When he finally dares to tell you and you agree with him, fascinated, there is no stopping him. Besides self-written scenarios and bought or sewn costumes, Roobie is completely absorbed in his role. He doesn't care if he is the dominant or the submissive part. As soon as the red glowing light of the camera shines, he falls completely into his role. And believe me, he knows what he's doing once he's inside.

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L = Location (favourite place to do it)

°Apart from the bedroom, which in his case is the most crowded with his computer, DVDs and CDs and posters, it is sometimes a bit difficult to keep track of everything. But his bed is always turned up and extra soft so it's your favourite place anyway.

°A more public place is the old barn where the Stabathon took place. Throw a film on the screen, maybe even a porno of one of your own works and use any free space you can get. There is definitely enough space to sleep together all night.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on)

°Playful teasing = Whether it's just a few hints, a wink or a whisper. Maybe even a video you send him. He'll take you home sooner than you thought he could. Or move into one of the empty requisition rooms and do a quick number. If you pin him against the wall, the bed or the couch, it is similar to tying him up. Robbie will give himself to you unconditionally, that's for sure.

°,,A little more and I'm all yours"

°You = You are his main source of inspiration, his muse for his films and his sex symbol come true. Like I said, he doesn't call you his supermodel or goddess for nothing, even if it's cliché. Above all, he would almost take you by surprise if you made him a homemade video. His gestures of praise don't stop at kisses and words. He's made it his mission to have you all night.

°,,Oh fuck...did I ever tell you ah-what you do to me?"

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N = No (something they wouldn't do, dismissing)

°Public = Something you wouldn't expect since he's in front of the camera all the time is that he would object to actually being intimate in public. The camera has always given him a certain security because the lens was still like a wall. But he didn't like anything about it in public. Like he wouldn't have a private affair, wirckloich.

°Pain = Robbie could also never hit you, use a knife or hurt you in any way. A light slap or a light squeeze in role play would be okay, but anything beyond that, no.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°Robbie respected getting on his knees in front of you. Not something because he wouldn't do it don't get him wrong he would have knelt down in front of you anytime. But he was afraid he wasn't good enough for you if he was honest. He knew it was somehow irrational but this fear definitely had a grip on him. But don't worry, his partner will help him learn. And in no time he will know exactly what to do to make your legs tremble, to get your fingers in his hair and to make you say the sweetest and yet most shameful words.

°,,You are...so good for me my pretty girls"

°When you spoil Robbie it's usually while he's actually in a livestream or working on something and editing videos. Be sure to kneel on a pillow and run your fingers up his legs and slightly open his crotch. Either you would tease him for minutes, feeling his muscles tense and relax. His breathing would become more silent and his fingers would caress your head from time to time. Or you would turn him into a pleading and whining something begging you to end it. Your choice and his pleasure.

°,,Keep up the good work...ah and we'll do a...live show".

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P = speed (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°Robbie would always be a little stormy maybe shcon rather exuberant. Once you end up in bed he can't get enough of you. However, despite his speed, his thrusts are rather gentle and perhaps a little uncoordinated when he loses himself in you. But despite this, your pleasure is still in the first place, so it's only over when you come and he comes afterwards. After all, he is a gentleman and what would he be if he couldn't bring his girlfriend to orgasm. 

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Q = Quickie (your opinion on quickies, how often etc)

°Yes, Robbie would definitely risk a quickie, especially if it was from a livestream and you both had to come down. Or before a presentation who knows maybe that's why you were late for the Stabathon because you still had to fix your dress and get the taste of cum out of your mouth but who knows?

°So often, however, neither of you would have to be in the mood and for Robbie, a familiar environment and nothing where you have to rush off more than you intended. But otherwise nothing stands in the way of a quick fuck.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

°As already mentioned he would definitely risk something. As long as it wouldn't cause any collective damage if you both got caught, like in the classroom where anyone, anyone could get in.

°Otherwise, yes, I can definitely see that he has a side of him that loves to try out the thrill. Well, besides the fact that there's a murder running around, why not be the teenage fucking couple that might die. Robbie would probably use this as an excuse for the next porn shoot too, just between you and me.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

°Like Charlie, Robbie Mercer is far from a top athlete, but his strength and stamina are quite sufficient for several laps. Maybe he needs a little break after a few too fast orgasms and too much teasing but that doesn't stop him from using his mouth instead of his cock.

°As mentioned before you would know exactly how to use your tongue, mouth and fingers to make him come quickly and maybe slightly. As he tearfully begs and pleads for it. But he would be lying if he didn't enjoy it.

°,,Please go on-ah just like that".

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on the partner or themself?)

°Camera = A camera like this is not strictly speaking a sex toy. But as already mentioned the camera is a part of his life. So as mentioned before, once you're both comfotable with it, there's never a night when it's not on and pointed at you while you're making love. And believe me, besides some amateur porn, there are countless more video ideas he has. Himself masturbating as you direct him, or the other way around. There are no limits to his imagination.

°Rope = As I said before, him in a tied position would be heaven for him. I think that in the beginning he only has a rope from the hardware store. But once his partner has learned shibari. There is no situation where he doesn't search the internet for new instructions that you could try together. Once around his upper body he stands up. His legs are tied together and the rope gives just enough friction to make his cock hard he is already on the floor. He wants to try everything.

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°Robbie knows how to tease you. He knows you're only too happy to indulge in your teasing. So why not a message in the middle of class, a suggestive gesture at recess. Or an announcement with a secret word at the film club. He loves to razz you because then he can either take the lead when he catches you with red cheeks and wet panties, or get a little rebuke from you.

°,,I knew it would work...it's that simple."

°But the way he can tease, so can you. And even if he seems to be calm in front of the camera, as soon as it's off and you touch him lightly or even whisper something to him, his pretty eyes immediately go to you. Almost pleading if you were serious about doing a number with him.

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V = Volume (how loud are they, what noises do they make, etc.)

°If you tease him it will be more of a whiny plea with lots of please please and loving names he gives you. But damn it, Robbie knows how to use his submissive side to get you what he needs.

°If he's supposed to be the top part, he has no shame in keeping his volume down. Even behind a closed door you will hear his moans and gasps. But especially his loud cries of how good you feel. He seems to want to tell the whole world.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

°With your consent he would venture into the likes of PornHub and create an account for your videos and have more fun scrolling through the comments and enjoying the praising comments not only on his video but also on his body and yours. With each comment, his satisfied grin seemed to widen. And his ideas for new videos grew.

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°Underneath the slightly darker happy trail I'd say he was about 14cm/5,5 in long and so wide he could almost reach around and grab it, your fingers weren't touching but it was something he used to tease you. He has clearly visible veins that go down a little from his V-line.

°Robbie knew you liked his cock, otherwise you wouldn't have sat on his lap, gone under his desk or made videos of him so often.

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Y = Yearning (how high is the sex drive?)

°A middle one you and his work with streaming are two things. But in his free time and having you with him, just a little touch on his cock would be enough to make him half hard. Which is why he sometimes waits for you to come to him just so he can press you against him again. Which of course didn't stop him from pleasuring himself with your homemade videos until you came to him and caught him more than once.

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Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards)

°Robbie is a walking energy drink. Even after sex he will still have more than enough energy to talk to you for hours. Only when he's had alcohol, he's surprisingly quick to sleep, especially in a perfect deep sleep. Sometimes you think you can hear him still mumbling something to himself.

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[illicitlimerence-writes]

lonely hearts | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 2.3k words. request: yes/no by an anon: "pierre was fed up of failing at dating, it never seemed to work out, girls wanted to parade him around on their social media instead of knowing him, or just be dismissive of him and his abilities (red bull demotion?).” then he meets the reader (kind of like in taylor swift’s begin again music video? ++ love your writing and hope you’re doing well!" thank you for this! i hope you like it and sorry it took so long! prompt: strangers alone on valentine's day from this prompt list. warnings: language maybe, kinda angsty, i think that's it. a/n: REPOSTING BC IT WASN'T SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS. happy birthday to my french croissant<3 just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

being single on valentine’s day is really not as bad as you had expected, and in all honesty you didn’t know why you were still holding on to that small sliver of hope that your ex partner would change like he’d promised so many times before.

there’s no tears to cry, since the relationship had been leading nowhere for months now, you allowed yourself to mourn the relationship whilst you were still in it.

eight months later, you found yourself in paris. the historic city is the perfect destination for a heartbroken girl. the city of love is supposed to heal the heartache.

you get up early, change into workout clothes for a morning run and leave the tiny apartment you’ll call home for the next six months. it’s cold outside, the sun is still rising as you make your way out and put on the perfect playlist to start the day. - being dumped the day before valentine’s is the worst thing ever. pierre wondered when life was finally going to give him a break, when he was finally going to get back the positive energy he gave out to the world. his career and personal life had been a mess ever since 2019. he had been given a great opportunity, only to have it snatched away in the blink of an eye. his previous relationships never seemed to work out, either. he poured his heart and soul into his love life, treated girls with respect and adoration, gave them everything they deserved, and in return, they only used him to get a little bit of fame and move on to the next guy.

it was unfair. he didn’t deserve to be used like that. he felt defeated, humiliated. he thought he’d found the right girl but as it turned out, happiness wasn’t in his plans at the moment. his phone kept blowing up with concerned texts calls, he’d been ignoring everyone since yesterday. so he put it in airplane mode, put on a playlist for the day and buried his phone in the pocket of his coat as he rode the elevator down to the lobby of the hotel he was staying at.

his ex had left the night before, left him alone with the champagne, roses and heart shaped chocolates taunting him. yet, he refused to let himself go down a dark path. they say that success and happiness is the best revenge, and he was determined to make that a reality.

not today, though. today, he’d let himself mourn what could’ve been, he’d allow himself a day of being sad, of not being completely okay. an early walk around one of his favorite cities was the right place to start. so he set off without a destination, he just let his feet wander off and take him whenever they felt like.

as he strolled through the city, that even the cold couldn’t keep tourists from exploring, he passed by places he visited with his ex, places he didn’t think he could ever visit again. there was that cute cafe that he took her on their first date, and the museum he showed her for the first time. back then he wondered why she only insisted on taking pictures of him, and he felt better once she claimed that he was prettier than any work of art on display.

the music playing from his earbuds isn’t the usual hip-hop or electro he’s used to, his playlist for the day was one he found online, ‘heartbreak’. asimple, straight to the point title for a playlist that represented how he felt at that moment.

the pont d’léna wasn’t as busy as usual, he climbed the bridge halfway, stopping to look at the calm waters of the seine below him. he leaned his elbows on the stone edge, closing his eyes as he felt the warm sun hitting his face. his thoughts were beginning to quiet down as he stood under the sun.

“oh, god, i’m so sorry, i didn’t look where i was going,” he stumbles to his side as a body collides against him. his head snaps up as he takes off the earbuds, looking at the girl who’s apologizing frantically. “god, and i just realized i’m speaking english and you probably don’t understand me… uh- pardon,”

“don’t worry, i understand,” he gives her a small smile.

“i’m so sorry, i just… the tower is right behind you and… woah, look at it,” pierre notices her eyes wandering off to a spot behind him, to where the eiffel tower sits pretty. “i’m sorry, i should just leave you alone. sorry for running into you,” she said, smiling at him as she continued her walk.

his eyes follow her, he doesn’t realize he’s staring at her until she turns back, smiling and waving at him before heading for the eiffel tower. he looks ahead of him, to the sun reflecting on the seine, and smiles before walking away.

-

stupid, stupid, stupid. you scold yourself as you keep walking. when you left the tiny flat earlier that morning, you had no idea you’d find yourself nearly running over a hot french guy on your way to the eiffel tower. you feel a heat in your stomach as you look back and find him gazing at you with a soft smile.

you stay there for a few minutes, watching the sun rising and relishing in the quiet of the city as more and more people begin their daily activities.

as you sit on the grass of the garden across from the tower, more and more cozy couples begin their days with their loved ones. one certain couple sits too close to you, the girl is carrying a basket whilst the guy is extending the blanket. the giggles and sound of their kissing is enough to prompt you to get up and leave.

you try not to get too bitter about it as you cross the pont d’léna again. you pass by a woman holding a to-go cup of coffee, and your stomach grumbles at the thought of food. so, you stroll through the streets until you find an inviting coffee shop.

the immediate warmth engulfs you, the scent of coffee lingers in the air as you make your way to the counter. you order and pay for your drink and a blueberry muffin, turning around as you scan the busy tables, looking for a free spot.

a familiar head of blonde hair catches your attention, and you narrow your eyes as you stare at him, smiling when you realize it’s the same stranger you ran into. he must feel your eyes on him.

“i promise i’m not stalking you,” you say as you stand in front of him, giving him a small smile. “do you mind if i sit here? all seats are taken,” he looks around, nodding. he goes back to his phone, as he scrolls through the pictures taken just a week ago.

a server brings over your drink and muffin, and you hum as the drink is just the perfect temperature.

“want some?” you ask the guy in front of you, who has a frown on his face. “you okay?” your eyes flicker from his phone to his face, and he looks up at you, you can see the corner of his mouth twitching as he tenses his jaw. “i don’t mean to intrude, it’s just…”

“no, it’s fine, i… my girlfriend broke up with me yesterday,” he says, and in all honesty, pierre doesn’t know why he’s trusting you with this information.

“ouch,” you say with an understanding look on your face. “sorry. that must really suck,”

“yeah,” he clears his throat. you let your eyes wander down, meeting the phone screen.

“she’s very pretty,” you think out loud.

“yeah,” he says, resting his back against the chair and sliding down a bit.

“here, you can have my muffin. happy valentine’s,” you say, you didn’t want to make things worse for him, and he needed something to make his day a little sweeter.

you stood up, grabbing your to-go cup and smiling at him.

“wait, what’s your name?” he asks, watching you get up. you smile at him.

“i’ll tell you when we meet again.”

-

a few hours later, the next stop for pierre’s heartbreak valentine’s day extravaganza, is to get ready for lunch at a restaurant he had reservations at.

it’s right across the street from the louvre pyramid, a place his ex always loved admiring. he sits right next to a window, which allows him to see the glass pyramid, the people passing by. it allows him to see her. you.

you’ve showered, changed into comfortable but nice clothes and set off for a walk around the louvre. it’s as busy as one would expect for a monday. you watch the people marveled by the pyramid, and you can’t help but agree with them. it’s one of your favorite sights.

you grab your phone and open the camera app, holding it in front of your face as you try to capture the sun reflecting from the glass. you snap a few pictures, then hold the phone close to your eyes as you zoom in and inspect the pictures. you’ve managed to capture a bit of the café from across the street as well.

maybe a quick snack before hours of learning might be a good idea.

you cross the street, looking at both sides of the road, and ask for a table. your face falls once the host tells you they’re closed for the day and only allow reservations. you gave him a small smile and turn around, but a voice stops you.

“elle est avec moi,” you lift your head to see the blonde stranger, who points to his table with his head.

“thank you,” you say as you sit down in front of him. “i owe you one,”

“give me your name and we’re even,” he smiles, and he doesn’t know where it comes from.

“(y/n),” you say, grabbing the menu in your hands and hiding behind it. pierre repeats it in his head, a light chuckle dying in his throat.

“i’m pierre,” he says and you nod.

“i know, i read it on your coffee cup earlier today,” you laugh.

you start talking, getting to know each other.

“heartbreak sucks, i remember when my ex and i first broke up i was dreading the holidays, or whatever important date when people expected us two to show up together. but now, i… i really don’t care. it’s valentine’s day and i get to do whatever i want to, i don’t get to spend any money on things he wouldn’t appreciate anyways. i’m in freaking paris by myself and it’s one of the best choices i ever could have made.” you say, downing the rest of your drink, “what i’m trying to say is… it’s going to get better. maybe you should just wait and dedicate time for yourself, don’t go around trying to find a new replacement. let things happen naturally,”

pierre felt his heart speed up as he heard you, his eyes flickered down to your lips as they moved. but he listened to your words, was he doing exactly the opposite of what you had instructed him to do?

“take your time to also get to know yourself for a bit, learn what you want from a partner, what you’re willing to give, that way you can set things straight from the beginning.” you finish, grabbing your fork as you take the last bite of your meal. “shoot, i have to go.” you grab your purse, ready to grab your wallet, but you stop yourself. “hey, i… you don’t have to or anything, but… i have tickets for the louvre, would you like to come with me?”

his eyes widen slightly, your smile is inviting, honest.

“weren’t you the one who just said i should take time getting to know myself?” he lifts an eyebrow and you can’t help but laugh.

“we’re just two strangers alone on valentine’s day. we don’t have to be anything other than that,” you get up, throwing the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “what do you say?” you leave enough to cover your meal.

“we’re not really strangers, though,” he says as he does the same, leaving the tip as well.

“fine then, two lonely hearts alone on valentine’s day,” you say as you leave the cafe.

“we’re not alone,” he retors, making you grunt and roll your eyes.

“two lonely hearts on valentine’s day,” you say, and the tone in your voice, the look in your eyes, the smile on your face tells him you won’t take another change to the description.

“two lonely hearts on valentine’s day,” he nods, content with it.

“let’s see if that description changes after tonight,” you wink at him before crossing the street, leaving him a few steps behind.

his eyes grow wide and bright, but he has to let a car pass by before he can run and catch up wth you.

maybe you were right, maybe if he let things happen naturally, things would turn around for him. for the better.

one look into your bright eyes is all he needs before he gets the final push he needs. he wraps an arm around your shoulder, and once he sees you nod your head, saying it’s okay, he relaxes.

“i have reservations at le chardenoux tonight at 8. what do you say?” he asks.

“pick me up at 7:30,” you smile, and feel him sighing in relief. “now, come on, i want to see some van gogh,” you grab his hand and pull him in.

at that moment, he’d follow you wherever you led him to.