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legitimately just saw some dudes dick on pinterest. wtf are you showing me how did that get on there????
#pinterest had the nerve to suggest it to me#icb!!!#what are these lofty laws on your site pinterest lmao#my boards with blood keep getting taken down but you allow COCK?!
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here's to forever (the athlete)
summary: today is the day you finally marry your best friend
genre: fluff, suggestive, 18+ warnings: mentions of sex (hoshi wants to pump some babies into you), mentions of pregnancy words: 0.9k AN: Thank you, @horanghater, for looking over this for me. Every year on the anniversary of the OG fic, I always end up writing another part about their lives since they met. I'm becoming a real yearner. Anyhoo, I decided to go ahead and make a series master list because I am sure more will come, lol. -series masterlist
âI love you.â You rub Soonyoungâs hand with your thumb as he holds back tears, standing before the officiant, his football coach. You just married the love of your life and best friend in front of your family and friends on a large farm in the country. You exchanged heartfelt vows in front of one hundred people on the estate, with the birds singing in the sky and the geese swimming happily in the lake. So far, this day has been nothing short of magical, with those six little words sealing the deal. âYou may now kiss the bride.â
Soonyoung pulls the veil over your face and kisses you with a fervent need that sets your nerves on fire. Everyone and everything disappears for a second, but it doesnât matter; you got your dream guy. Your fingers intertwine with his as you finally break apart, met by the thunderous applause of your guests who watched you become one with your now husband, their approval and joy palpable in the atmosphere. Soonyoung waves your hands triumphantly in the air as you walk down the aisle, flashing your wedding rings with pride for everyone to see. You havenât seen him this proud since he won his first Super Bowl. Two and a half years later, with two more championship rings added to his collection, his eyes have never shined brighter. Soonyoung leads you away from your guests, taking you down a short path to the lake's edge. When you looked at venues, you found this place while looking through Pinterest, falling in love with the green pastures of the farm and the shining crystal-like waters. Soonyoung didnât care where you married as long as you were his wife by the end of it. But when you took a trip out here and looked at the place in person, you both knew this was where it was meant to be. With the sun shining through the ivory clouds, it was almost as if your dads were looking down and giving their blessing. Â
âWe did it, babe,â you revel at the scene. âItâs you and me officially.âÂ
âDarlinâ, you and I were official from the day we met. You just didnât know it yet.âÂ
You chuckle and lean into him because, honestly, he is right. You were interested in him the first time you met; you were in denial then. You always swore you wouldnât be one of those journalists who mixes business with pleasure, yet here you are, marrying the said pleasure. Life works out funny that way.Â
âYou look so pretty, baby,â he murmurs as he pulls you close. âI canât wait to get out of here and pump some babies into you.â
âSame here, baby,â you kiss his lips. âWe might be a little late on the baby part, though.â
Soonyoung looks at you curiously as you reach into the secret pocket of your wedding dress. You had it sown in secret when it was tailored initially to keep your lipstick in if you needed to freshen up or had anything else in mind. But a couple of weeks ago, when you went for your routine check-up, you found out you were ten weeks pregnant. You and Soonyoung talked about kids, and you both want them; this will be earlier than you both planned. It explained why you felt lethargic lately and the smell of anything nauseated you. You werenât sure how to tell him, so you carried it around just in case the opportunity arose. Now is the time.Â
Holding up the ultrasound, you hand him the black-and-white photo of the baby growing inside of you. He studies the picture, then looks at you and your stomach, the dots connecting in his brain. You nod, confirming what he is thinking: you will be having his first child.Â
âAww baby,â he whispers. âYouâre pregnant.âÂ
âMmhmm,â you nod as you wipe his tears away.Â
He kisses you again, this time sweeter, more tenderer, and full of emotion that he canât convey in words. You naturally melt into him, feeling safe and secure that the future you two have will be bright. Soonyoung has always said he loved you more than anything, but thatâs not true. You love him more. He made you believe in love again, protected you when you needed it, and showed up when you needed him the most. You never felt scared to share your thoughts with him, and even if he didnât understand, he listened and tried anyway. He never tried to take your spotlight. He respected you and made sure others did, too. Soonyoung brings an array of colors to your mundane world that you hope never goes away. God, you love him so much that it hurts. Â
âWell, it makes sense why you werenât drinking the champagne last night,â he muses. âYou love champagne.â
âY-yeah,â you sniffle.Â
A comfortable silence falls between you two, taking in the moment as you watch two geese embrace one another. If someone had told you over three years ago that you would be marrying thee Kwon Soonyoung and having his child, you would have laughed in their face. But clearly, the universe has a sense of humor.Â
âI want to keep this between us,â you say suddenly. âItâs our first child, and I want to hold on to this a little bit longer before family, friends, and the media get a hold of it. You already know how it goes.â
âOf course, baby,â he readily agrees. âWhatever you want.â
He kisses your forehead, leading you back to the photographers so you can start taking pictures. Your makeup artist brushes up your makeup, and unbeknownst to you, Soonyoung gazes at you from afar, watching you with so much pride and love in his heart. The sun shines brighter as if itâs reflecting the future you will have with each other.Â
Here is to forever.
#kvanity#kwritersworldnet#svthub#svt fanfic#svt oneshot#svt scenarios#svt imagines#svt fluff#svt x reader#soonyoung x reader#hoshi x reader#hoshi fluff#soonyoung fluff#seventeen fluff#svt smut#seventeen smut#using the smut tag because it's very suggestive lol#seventeen fanfic
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Teach You
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A/N: This is sort of a part 2 to Lay Your Love On Me which you can read here. Again, this is by no means perfect and feedback is welcomed but I hope those who suggested a second part enjoy 𼰠If you have any more requests (smutty or not) please send them in!
Summary: Contains smut! Mase teaches experienced reader to please him. Thatâs it really - enjoy! đŠś
Your smile was wide as you watched Mason chatting away with some of the staff and young adults from the charity, the awards evening having been such a success.
Your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend joking away, clearly making everyone feel comfortable. His kindness and how much he genuinely cared for people was one of the things you loved the most about him. How soft and sweet he was. You had never encountered a man as gentle as him before.
And God, did he look hot this evening.
His hair had grown out a little, he had left his facial hair to grow and now had the slight stubble look that you loved so much going on, and he was dressed smart in a suit which had of course been tailored to fit him, shaping his body so perfectly.
You couldnât wait to get him home.
You hadnât been able to keep your hands off Mason the entire taxi ride home and as soon as you were back at his house, he was more than happy to indulge in your advances. He quickly led you up the staircase and it wasnât long before he was softly pushing you back so you fell onto his bed, throwing his blazer off and loosening his tie before climbing on top of you and reattaching his lips to yours.
When you wrapped your arms around his body and pushed him gently he got the hint, rolling you both over so you were on top of him.
You straddled his body and moved your head to nuzzle into his neck, sloppily kissing underneath his ear just the way he liked, the way that was guaranteed to have him a weak mess before you, throaty moans escaping his slightly parted lips.
You pressed your crotch down onto his, your lips twitching upwards when you felt his hardness evident from under his suit trousers. You lightly grazed your teeth to the spot you had been working at on his neck, knowing heâd struggle to cover them tomorrow but neither of you caring, far too caught up in the moment.
You softly sucked and nipped at the skin before leaving some wet kisses to the area, eliciting another moan from him. You were so nervous about what you were about to do, but his moans were music to your ears and helped your confidence to continue.
As you pushed his chest so he was led flat against the bed, Mason was taken aback by the boldness of your actions. His cock twitched in the constraints of his trousers as he watched on, taking in your body which was clad in just a black lace matching underwear set, your long evening gown having been removed by Mason practically as soon as you got home.
Your fingers worked to undo the buttons to his shirt and Mason was quick to help you out, peeling it from his body and discarding it along with his tie and trousers. He returned to his previous position and you begun to pepper soft kisses to his chest, leaving a trail of pink prints of your lipstick.
You felt your nose lightly graze up against his body hair as you got lower and lower and your kisses came to a halt as you reached the waistband of his boxers. Taking a breath, you swallowed to try and bring some moisture back into your throat which had gone dry from nerves.
Looking up at your boyfriend, he looked so beautiful, his head propped up so he could watch what you were doing, his honey eyes dark with lust for you to continue. You tried to hype yourself up. You could do it.
You dragged his boxers down his legs, gulping as you came face to face his cock that stood tall and proud, the tip pink and leaking with precome already.
Suddenly you felt overwhelmed. You had never been this close to it, and it felt very intimidating. Your cheeks warmed as Mason looked down at you expectantly, his eyes dark, cheeks flushed mouth slightly agape, and the reality that you didnât know what you were doing hit you.
The colour drained from your face and you gulped, your gaze still fixated on it. How were you going to fit that in your mouth?
Mason, being the attentive boyfriend he was, noticed the change in your demeanour straight away, and his heart dropped at the thought of you feeling like you had to do something you had changed your mind about.
âAngel, are you okay?â He reached down to grab your face, his thumb moving to softly caress your cheek and you couldnât help your bottom lip from trembling.
As soon as Mason saw your eyes glisten, he was quick to sit up.
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong? Whatâs happened, baby?â
You shook your head, feeling silly as the tears in your eyes begun to cloud your vision.
Mason put his hand out, encouraging you to come and join him at the top of the bed, which you did.
âItâs okay, sweetheart. You donât have to do anything you donât want to, you know that?â
His thumb swiped at the stray tear that had slipped down your cheek, and you nodded your head knowingly. All the nights Mason had spent with his head between your thighs and not once had he asked for anything back, wanting to wait till you made the move so he knew you were completely comfortable.
âI want to, I justâŚâ You sighed, feeling silly. âI donât know what to do, okay? I donât know what to do and it just got a bit intimidating, you know, being right there all big and in my face.â You felt your cheeks blush but Mason just chuckled, his ego booming at your words.
âOh, princess.â He cradled your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. âIf you still want to I can teach you?â
âTeach me?â You repeated and Mason nodded.
âI can tell you what I like, you can see what you like doing. Thereâs no pressure, y/n, none at all.â He gave you a genuine smile.
You nodded, appreciating his softness as ever. âOkay.â
âCome here.â Masonâs big hands gripped your body, bringing you to lay next to him.
His lips were soon on yours, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and you parted your lips slightly to let him in. His tongue licked at yours and mid kiss, Mason reached down to grab your hand, startling you at first but you soon relaxed.
He moved his body slightly so he was led more flat on the bed to allow you better access to him. He guided your hand to him and you wrapped it around him before he enclosed his on top of yours, tightening your grip on him. âNice and tight, yeah?â You clentched your legs together, the feel of him warm and hard in your hard mixed with his words turning you on.
âJust start off by stroking up and down, try and get a feel for it, find a rhythm.â He spoke confidently and he guided you for a little while before dropping his hand and letting you work him on your own.
You continued your movements, slightly slower than Mason did, cautious not to hurt him by squeezing or moving too tight.
You watched on intensely as Masonâs head lulled back into the pillows, little groans leaving his lips every so often and spurring you on.
Mason completely basked in the feel, allowing you to get comfortable for a few minutes, finding your rhythm. The feel of your hand fucking his cock making him wonder how he had gone without your touch for so long.
Mason bought his hand up to wrap around yours, bringing it to a stop. You felt worried, like you had done something wrong, till he fluttered his eyes open and gave you a lazy smile.
âYou want to have a taste now, angel?â He dragged his thumb down your lips, your bottom one making a noise as it popped back up. You nodded. âGo get comfy between my legs.â He planted a soft kiss to your forehead and you did what he said, settling yourself back into your previous position.
âStart by giving it some kisses, baby.â His tone was the perfect mix of confident whilst not being stern enough to sound like he was ordering you about, putting you at ease.
You cautiously wrapped your hand around his base, trying to pluck up the courage to do as he said.
âWhere do you want me to⌠ummâŚâ you stumbled your words. Mason tried his best to compose himself, overwhelmed with how turned on he was just from having your face so close to him, your breath lightly fanning him as you spoke.
âWherever you want, baby.â Mason did his best to make you feel comfortable and you softly touched your lips to his shaft before hiding your face into your arm.
âThis feels silly.â You blushed and Mason chuckled, eager to make you feel comfortable and continue exploring him.
He reached down and used his hands to brush back the hair that had fallen over your face. âWhy donât you just try wrap your lips around the tip baby, see if you like the taste.â Mason stroked at your hair to keep it back out of your face and you repositioned yourself, face dangerously close to his cock once more.
You wrapped your lips around the tip, cautiously stuck your tongue out and licking at the tip, tasting some of the precome. Mason immediately let out a moan at the feel of your mouth finally on him, and you couldnât help but feel a little giddy that you had make him feel like that already.
You traced your tongue over the tip, licking up all of the precome. You pulled away to take a swallow, the taste unfamiliar, salty and strange, but it was Mason, and that made it okay.
âShall I, um, shall I start now?â You hesitantly asked.
âCan you spit on me baby?â
âW-what?â
âJust need to get it nice and wet, here.â Mason reached his hand down to you and you looked up at him completely confused. âGive me some spit, baby.â
You looked at him as if to say are you sure, but when you saw the look on his face and noticed how heavy he was breathing, you gathered some saliva in your mouth before obliging and spitting into his palm.
Mason was quick to move his hand to give himself a few strokes, spreading your spit all over him. âNow just give me your hand and do what you were doing before.â
You wrapped your hand around him, Mason gave it a tight squeeze before releasing it and allowing you to take control. You resumed your hand motions from before, easily gliding up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm.
His lashes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the feeling of you stroking him, till you came to a stop, needing his help for your next move.
âSo, do I have to put it all⌠in?â
Masonâs cock twitched at your innocence.
âNo, baby.â He tried his best to compose himself. âJust start with the tip and work your way down, then come back up.â
You hesitantly begun, your lips cushioning around the head before pulling off him. You continued your movements, gradually taking more and more into your mouth.
Masonâs heart was beating rapidly, his chest moving up and down and his breathing heavy. You pulled off him, eyes wide as you looked up at him for any kind of reaction. Your heart fluttered seeing him all flustered, his cheeks rosy and his chest rising rapidly as his gaze was fixated down at you.
Mason tried his best to gather himself. âYou -, baby, is everything okay?â He said, wondering if he had missed something.
You nodded. âJust checking I was doing okay.â
Mason groaned softly. âYou were doing so good, baby.â He ran his hand over your hair, smoothing it over your back which made you shiver.
Seeing him so flustered gave a boost to your confidence to wrap your lips around his tip once again, slowly bobbing your head up and down.
Your hand was still, tightly wrapped around the base of his dick, and you flintched when you felt Masonâs hand on yours.
He guided your hand up to just below your mouth, moving your hand with each bob of your head. You soon picked up what he wanted you to do, moving your hand in sync with your mouth as you sped up your movements till Mason dropped his grip.
âFuck, princess - just like that, just like -â he managed to moan, cutting himself off with little groans and mumbles of your name. You squeezed your thighs together as you tried to not think about the wetness that was pooling in your underwear, instead focusing all your energy into bringing Mason to his release.
This time you sunk your mouth down a little further than before, your nose brushing up against his pubic hair as the grasp of your throat made Mason moan out your name.
Mason lightly tugged your hair into a ponytail before using one hand to pull it back, holding it together with one of his hands. He couldnât take his eyes off you as your mouth worked so perfectly on him, and he got a little carried away as he bucked his hips up slightly, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around him.
Straight away Mason lowered his hips, his hand dropping your hair as you pulled away, gasping to take a breath as your eyes watered slightly.
âShit, Iâm sorry, baby, I didnât mean-â
You quickly managed to get your breathing back to normal, your hand finding its place wrapped around his cock once more as you returned to your movements from before, not wanting him to feel bad.
âYou - fuck, you okay, princess?â Mason mumbled out as you continued to stroke at him, giving him a nod.
ââm fine, I promise, Mase.â You bought your head back down to his cock, your breath sending a tingle up his body.
You took him into your mouth, quickly returning to your pace of bobbing up and down. Mason groaned at the feel of your mouth all warm and wet and working him to perfection, the feeling of your tongue running up and down him.
âLook so pretty like this, baby. So gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.â His dirty words went straight to one core and you suddenly wanted to bring him to his high more than ever before.
You loved how vocal Mason was, making you feel relaxed and confident during this new experience. You hollowed your cheeks, your pace becoming a lot faster than it had been as you felt his hand tangle in your hair once more.
âBaby, oh fuck.â Mason threw his head back as you ran your tongue over his tip, your hand working what your mouth couldnât reach. âCan you look at me, princess?â You purposely fluttered your lashes as you looked up at him, the sight of him struggling to keep his eyes open as his chest rapidly moved up and down. âIâm gonna - fuck, gonna come⌠can I, can I come in your mouth?â He wanted nothing more than to feel your lips around him as he reached his high, especially seeing how much you seemed to be enjoying yourself now, but he still needed to check that was okay with you.
You moaned around his cock, giving him confirmation it was fine and the vibrations just made his high approach even quicker.
You kept your pace steady, your hand stroking where your mouth didnât reach, your tongue running up and down his shaft as you quickened your pace ever so slightly.
You felt Masonâs grip on your hair tighten and his cock twitch in your mouth, warning you before he could that he couldnât hold off his high any longer.
âShit, gonna come, princess. You gonna be a good girl and swallow it for me?â
You looked up at him, your eyes wide and lashes fluttering at him again as you took him as deep as you could, the sight pushing Mason over the edge as he spilled into your mouth for the first time.
You struggled to swallow it all, the feeling foreign and strange but you managed to get most of it apart from a little bit that spilled onto your lips.
You backed off, using your thumb to swipe at the liquid on your lips, licking it up which made Mason moan as he calmed down from his intense high.
You sat up on your knees, nervously looking on as you awaited Masonâs reaction.
âFuck, that was -â He exhaled. âYou did so good, baby.â
You felt your cheeks heat up at his praise.
âIâll just go to the bathroom, clean my teeth and-â
Before you could get up, Mason reached his arms out to grab your body, pulling you down to you were laid next to him on the bed.
Masonâs lips met yours, the kiss rough and needy and taking you by surprise as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the taste of himself on you, loving the taste of him on his girl.
âYouâre not going anywhere yet, baby.â He rolled you onto your back, caging your body in with his. âIâm not done with you yet.â
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Heyy! LOVE YOUR WORK DARLING!! Can you do prompt 5 and 81 for pedri. The reader is a Liverpool fan since a child and refuses to wear any other jersey. And one day pedri comes home to see her wearing Stevie G lfc jersey with a number 8. And pedri jokes when will she wear his name and she jokes and asks him to join lfc and even suggests Arne slot is bald. Heâs like no something else and reader JOKING says win the ucl and barca wins ucl. Them being cute on the pitch after the win with her wearing his name and all that fluff. Sorry itâs long and specific but yeah. Thank you xx
Loyal Red~Pedri Gonzalez
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I haven't written for pedri in ages so I enjoyed this one. ALSO I couldn't find a way to put the prompts in it but it was so cute I had to write it without them đ
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master list -> part 2
players/drivers I write for
Pedri strolled through the front door, stretching his arms as he took off his jacket. He called out for y/n but got no answer, just the muffled sound of the TV from the living room. Walking in, he stood in his place amused, blinking a few times to take in the sight of his girlfriend lounging on the couch, wearing the one jersey that always, always got him worked up.
âReally? Liverpool, again?â he teased, his eyes narrowing playfully as he walked closer, eyeing the familiar red number 8 she had on, the name "Gerrard" plastered on her back.
Without looking up, she laughed, adjusting her messy ponytail as she smirked. âWhat can I say? Loyalty runs deep, Pedri.â
He rolled his eyes, sitting beside her and nudging her shoulder. âWhen are you finally going to wear my name and number 8 on your back, huh?â
Smiling, she gave him a playful look. âI already told you. You want me to wear your name? Then maybe you should consider joining Liverpool.â
Pedri let out a dramatic sigh, putting a hand to his forehead. âYou really just want me to play for your favorite team, donât you?â
âYou know it,â she giggled, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. âCome on, Pedri, itâd be the ultimate upgrade. Youâd look so good in red! Plus Arne Slot is bald. you'd absolutely love himâ she joked, teasing him about his not-so-secret adoration for bald men
He laughed slighty shaking his head before he spoke. "no way. the only bald man that can be coaching me is De La Fuenta. Or Flick if he went bald" he shrugged, and it was her turn this time to laugh.
He then leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. âOr, hear me outâŚyou could finally switch teams. Be a Barça fan, just this once.â
âOh really?â she raised a brow, crossing her arms with a smirk. âTell you what, if Barça wins the Champions League this season, Iâll wear your name on my backâ
Pedriâs face lit up, his eyes shining with determination. âIs that a promise?â
She nodded, leaning back. âYes, but only if you guys actually bring it home.â
âDeal.â He gave her a quick kiss before jumping up and pacing, fists pumping in the air. âYou better start preparing, because Iâm getting you out of that Liverpool jersey once and for all!â
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As the Champions League season progressed, Pedri was more motivated than ever. Heâd send y/n pictures after every away match, pointing out how close they were getting, or would FaceTime her right after the game to remind her of her promise. And each time, she'd roll her eyes, laughing at his playful confidence.
When Barcelona reached the final, Pedri could hardly sit still. Every time he called, heâd drop hints, asking if she'd already picked out her new jersey. âYouâre about to look so good in blue and red,â heâd tell her, grinning, and every time sheâd shake her head, insisting that Liverpool would still be in her heart.
The final match was nothing short of intense. y/n held her breath with every play, nerves tingling as she watched Pedri and his teammates put their hearts into the game. And when the final whistle blew, signaling Barcelonaâs victory, the stadium erupted, and she let out a scream of joy mixed with disbelief.
Only a few moments later, she found herself on the pitch, surrounded by the cheering fans in the stands and jubilant players.
Pedri spotted her in the crowd, his grin stretching ear to ear as he pulled hee in for a long, celebratory kiss. âSo,â he murmured against her lips, his arms wrapped around her, âabout that promiseâŚâ
Rolling your eyes, you couldnât help but laugh. âFine, you win. I guess itâs time for me to join the Barça side.â
Pedri cheered again, motioning for one of the staff members to come. As he came over to them he handed Pedri a fresh jersey, his name and the number 8 on the back. y/n laughed, taking it from him and slipping it over her head.
As a jersey with Pedriâs name and number found its way over her head, he looked at her, pride gleaming in his eyes. âFinally!â He leaned in, pressing kiss after kiss to her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, until she was giggling uncontrollably.
âAlright, alright, enough,â she laughed, trying to push him away, but he just pulled her closer.
"I'm so proud of you, you know?" she said, brushing some of his sweaty hair from his forehead. He smiled down at her, leaning down once again to connect their lips.
"and I'm proud to have you in my jersey, with my name on your back" he teased, causing her to roll her eyes playfully, slapping his chest.
"don't make me regret it" she warned him, although her tone held nothing but affection and love towards him.
"I'm gonna have the picture of you in this barca jersey carved in my mind forever. you look so much better than in that plain red shirt" he pulled a disgustes face, making her gasp.
"you better take that back" she said, curling her fingers on his jersey, pulling him closer.
"never" he murmured, before kissing her again, this time more intense and tender than before.
"come on let's pose with the trophy" he grinned, pulling her hand as they found Gavi, who was taking pictures with his family and the trophy.
"he finally got you to take that disgusting shirt off" he joked, making y/n roll her eyes as Pedri laughed beside her.
"shut up you too. I've already heard enough from this idiot" she said, slapping the back of Pedri's head to make him stop laughing.
Pablo handed them the trophy, walking away to let them pose on their own.
Pedri held her close as cameras clicked around then, pulling her into playful her and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. Every so often, heâd brush a soft kiss against her temple or her cheek, murmuring, âTold you Iâd get you in this jersey.â
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The Witch Westeros
CHAPTER ONE - sneaking in a castle
disclaimer:
I do not own House of the Dragon nor the Scarlet Witch and her powers. Credits to Marvel and Stan Lee.
gif not mine, I got it from pinterest.
this fanfic does not follow the plot of the series nor its books. storyline belongs to me.
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as promised, here's the chapter two! i am so sorry for leaving this ff discontinued but i lost my motivation in writing and continuing it, so i hope y'all forgive međ and ofc, the suggestions for the love interest is still open! that's all, thank you xx
warning:
mentions of wound and blood but that's all (i think) NOT EDITED!!
Rhaenyra Targaryen paced around her chambers with a frown on her face. She was angry, sad, and betrayed. Her son, Lucerys, has been missing for three days and no one knows where he is or if he is alive. His dragon, Arrax, arrived wounded at the castle without his rider this morning and Rhaenyraâs paranoia grew. Her eldest son Jacaerys wouldnât rest and flew with his dragon all day to look for his brother. Rhaenyra had soldiers roaming around Kingâs Landing and where he was last discovered, in hopes that they would find him.
Her son Joffreyâs name day is to be celebrated tomorrow but she couldnât find it in her to celebrate while her second born son was out there missing. Alicent had suggested to have a gathering in honour of Joffreyâs name day, despite the young princeâs protest of not wanting to celebrate without his elder brother. Her father, Viserys, couldnât have a say about it since heâs currently bedridden because of some sicknessâ that her uncle Daemon seems so sure that it was the greensâ doing.
Rhaenyra sat on her bed and sighed. She hoped that her son was alive, if not, she prayed for the one who caused his death that would receive her wrath.
-x-
You were used to not getting enough sleep in the past. Often staying up, staring at the ceiling and thinking of your family and âwhat ifsâ invading your mind. However, tonight was different. You shifted on your side, pulling your blanket up to cover you more as you pondered the events that can occur tomorrow.
When you saw a floating body on the waters yesterday, you never imagined it would be a prince. Maybe a commoner, a soldier harmed from a war, or even a pirateâdo they even exist in this world? Hell, you donât know,â but a prince? If you were to waltz into the castle with the young prince who was declared missing, you mightâno, you will get into more trouble.
You let out a groan, rubbing your face tiredly. There goes your plan to lay low until you find a way to go back to your universe. Sighing, you gave up trying to sleep and went down to the kitchen, hoping baking will help you ease your nerves.
Tomorrow is going to be fun.
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Lucerys Valeryon woke up with the sun beaming on his face, the distinct sound of the waves from outside and the fresh smell of bread making him realize where he was. He winced as he sat up from the soft bed he laid, rubbing his torso and arm where a cloth wrapped around his wound. He looked down and softly sighed, seeing the blood seeping on the cloth. Lucerys mustered up the strength to stand up and walked to the kitchen, ignoring the shooting pain on his muscles each step he took.
The sound of footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up, seeing the young prince you took in last night staggered in.
âDear, you should be in bed!â You fussed, meeting him half way and guiding him on a stool. You tsked, grabbing another cloth to rewrap his wounds. âHow are you going to heal if you are not resting?â
Lucerys shook his head, âIâm alright, my lady. I donât think I can handle being in bed for too long.â
âSuch a stubborn boy,â You sighed, focusing on your task in hand. Lucerys didnât reply but stared at the dozen plates of bread and dishes on the table. You finished wrapping his arm and torso with a cloth and saw his gaze at your table.
Your face flushed from embarrassment, âIâŚI cook and bake when Iâm nervous.â you explained, throwing the bloody cloth away, âIt helps me get my mind off of things.â
Lucerys smiled lightly, thinking of his brother who does the same thing with training when he wants a distraction. âThereâs no need to be ashamed, my lady. My brother does it too. He drowns himself in training to distract him from his duties or wellâŚeverything.â You stare at him with a light smile, seeing the warm look on his face as he talks about his brother.
You stood up to fetch him breakfast, grabbing two plates from the table which consisted of scrambled eggs and bacon and a piece of butter toastâ all you made from scratch. Since this period is lacking supplies you needed to cook, you decided to just conjure some from your magic. No one would know, and if they do, you can just erase their memories. Easy as a pie. You placed the plates on your living room table since you canât eat at the kitchen table, and pushed Lucerysâ food to his side. Lucerys stared at the plate in front of him with a confused look on his face.
âMy lady, I do not mean to offend you, butâŚwhat exactly is this?â He asked, hesitantly picking the fork up.
You chuckled and waved a hand, âDonât worry, Luke, you didnât offend me. That is scrambled eggs, bacon and butter toast.â You hoped it was enough for him as you were sure he eats more grand foods growing up.
âThat is quiteâŚpeculiar.â Lucerys raised an eyebrow, âI have never heard of such a meal.â
You paused as you were about to take a bite. Shit, you forgot people from this era are used to eating just bread, fruits, and wine in the morning. âItâs a traditional meal from my home.â you quickly came up with an excuse, âMeals like this are common when we break our fast.â
Lucerys accepted your answer and took a bite of his food, eyes widening as he chewed. âThis is delicious!â he exclaimed once he swallowed. âI should visit your home country if the food is as delicious as this.â
Not knowing how to reply, you just chuckled and nodded. You both ate breakfast in silence, caught up with your own thoughts to make a conversation leading to an awkward silence. You cleared your throat, âI was thinking that we should visit the castle once they finished the celebration. In that case, we would not be causing a ruckus and you can get to your family safely.â
âMy lady, if I may,â Lucerys started, âIâŚI want to attend my brotherâs name day.â You purse your lips at his words. You had figured he would say that and already formed a plan to sneak you both in.
âI can make it happenââ You said, and the young boyâs eyes widened in delight, ââBut we have to do it discreetly.â
âAnd how, my lady, are we going to do that? I thought only invited high borns are allowed to attend? Are you a high born, my lady?â Lucerys couldnât help but ask. Your house doesnât exactly scream noble or rich to him, but he wouldnât say it out loud. Although, from your looks, posture and manners, some can mistake you as one.
You chuckled, seeing the curious look on his face. You know he doesnât mean any offense, heâs young and itâs normal for him to be curious. âNo, but I can be very convincing.â You winked, subtly making your eye flash red. Lucerys didnât seem to notice but trusted your words enough. After all, you did save him.
âWe leave tonight, is that alright?â You asked, gesturing to his wounds. Lucerys nodded furiously, excited to see his family.
-x-
The moon shined bright and the streets were alive as ever for the celebration of the princeâs name day. Lucerys and you strode to the castle with hoods up to cover your faces. As you approached, a wheelhouse passed through the open gates before it snapped shut. Knights stood by the side; one was staring at you and Lucerys with a suspicious look.
Lucerys tugged your hand, âPerhaps we should just leave. We wonât be able to cross them.â his eyes nervously looking anywhere but the knights.
âItâs alright.â You squeezed his hand and walked confidently to the knights. âWeâre here for the gathering.â you said with a smile.
The knight scoffed and said, âHigh borns only, lass. Your kind is not allowed here. Iâm not letting you in.â
Lucerys glared at his offense but you tugged his hand, silently telling him to stay down.
âOh, but you will.â You tilted your head, your iris turning red and with simple magic, the knight was under your control. âWe are from House Maximoff, will you let us in?â
âOf course, my lady.â The knight said in a monotone voice. He shouted orders and before you knew it, the castle gates were open.
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Wedding Bells
please pretend that all the dresses are the same, that the skin colour and other items match your own and that the men look like max. I love you all.
All photos are from Pinterest. All usernames were made up on the spot I don't actually know if they're real usernames or not. Might make this a series, let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged!
warnings: weddings, nerves, money, some suggestive comments.
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maxverstappen1: Today I finally married the woman of my dreams. I have never felt happier or luckier. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you Schat. my vrouw. forever and always
ynverstappen: I can't put into words how much I love you. I am so happy to have become your wife. I will hold the name Mrs Verstappen so dear to me forever.
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maxverstappen1: I will never get sick of calling you my wife... Mrs Verstappen. ik hou van je, mijn vrouw
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If, at 18, you had been told that you would be marrying the Formula One driver you were obsessed with, you would have laughed. But here you are at 25. Surrounded by your friends and family, as you get prepared for your wedding. Carmen, your maid of honour, was currently in the makeup chair, whereas your mother was in the hair chair. One of the photographers was capturing moments between some of the bridesmaids. And one of the videographers was interviewing one of the bridesmaids for the wedding video. You were sat in a comfortable armchair watching it all happen around you. You weren't nervous to marry Max, you were however nervous about everything going right. And as if she could sense your anxiety, one of your bridesmaids, Alexandra, came over to sit in the chair next to you. She already had her hair done, and was next in queue for makeup.
"feeling anxious?" she asks, taking a sip from the prosecco glass she had been holding in her hands.
"I'm not nervous to marry Max, it's something I've been waiting for this day since he proposed. I just want everything to go right. And I'm really hoping that Max doesn't have some Red Bull uniform on underneath his tux" you giggle, taking a small sip of your water.
"If Carmen has anything to do with it, everything will go perfectly. I think even the wedding planner is scared of her" Alex responds, the pair of you glance towards the planner who is hurriedly writing something on the checkboard she was holding whilst repeatedly looking up anxiously at Carmen. Both of you look back at each other, before bursting into laughter. Silence falls comfortably between the two of you as you sit and absorb the atmosphere. And before you knew it, you were in the hair chair, whilst Alex was in the makeup chair.
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shootingstarphotography: here are some getting-ready shots for our clients Mr and Mrs Verstappen! Enjoy
-> ynverstappen: thank you all so much! These photos will be posted all over our house!
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ynverstappen and maxverstappen1: we wanted to show you some more of our photos. If you would like to see more, we're more than happy to show them!
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the moment you began walking down the aisle to Max, you were overwhelmed with the feeling of love that radiated not just from him but all your guests. Your parents were walking you down the aisle, and Max was standing nearly in tears at the end of it, his best man, Lando, stood just behind him smiling and his groomsmen were behind him, their smiles almost as big as the grooms. Your bridesmaids were waiting for you, each and every one looking stunning in their dresses as a light breeze passed through their hair. Your maid of honour, Carmen, was standing nearest to where you would be stood, the proudest smile on her face. As the music began to play, everyone let out a soft laugh. Max had believed you were coming down the aisle to one of Charles's piano songs, however, you had worked with him to have the F1 theme tune played on the piano to make Max feel happier. You smiled at Max, before placing a hand in the elbow of each of your parents as you made your way almost too slowly down the aisle. You wanted to run, to get down there and marry the man as quick as possible, but you remained in your parent's embrace until the end, when both parents kissed your cheek before taking a seat.
Handing your bouquet to Carmen, you turned and grinned at Max. And the tears in his eyes, made you tear up too.
"you look beautiful schat" he whispered, loud enough for you to hear.
"And you look so handsome, Max" you responded.
"I can't wait to show you what I've got on underneath" You smirked at the teary-eyed man forgetting that you both had mics attached to you. Max's eyes widened before squeezing your hands, trying to stop the flush from his cheeks being too obvious to the crowd.
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shootingstarphotography: with the consent of our stunning clients, we have decided to post some more photos of the Verstappen wedding. Enjoy!
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ynverstappen: we can't thank you enough for these beautiful photos!
-> maxverstappen1: you will always have consent to post the beautiful photos of my gorgeous wife
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-> maxverstappen1: says the single man.
-> ynverstappen: TELL 'EM MAXIE
-> hulkenboy: your honour, I love them
Before you knew it, You and Max were walking back down the aisle, ready to sign the wedding certificate, with Carmen and Lando as your witnesses. You were officially Mrs YN Verstappen. Your dreams have come true in the best way possible.
"What are you thinking about schat?" your husband asks
"how unreal all of this feels. I can't believe you're my husband. I remember the very first time I met you when you were the second driver for Red Bull" You responded turning to face him. He laughed, responding "Don't remind me of those days"
"you'll always be the number one to me" you spoke, leaning up for another kiss before the wedding planner or someone else would pop up to take you away to somewhere else.
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-> maxverstappen1: she's the only one I'm ever going to marry, so I had to make it perfect. Thank you for coming mate, and thank you for being my best man!
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As you and Max sit at the sweetheart's table, you're able to overwatch everyone. Everything had gone perfectly, the cake cutting, the entrances, even the speeches. And it was nearly time for your first dance with your husband. What everyone didn't know, not even the maid of honour or best man, was that you both had been going to dance classes to make this perfect. The pair of you sat there, content, holding one another hands as you absorbed everything in.
"I'm surprised you haven't had a Red Bull yet" you teased.
"Who said I haven't?" he joked back. He opened his mouth to say something else before he was cut off by the announcer.
"I would like to welcome Mr and Mrs Verstappen to the dance floor for their first dance. The music will be played live by Charles Leclerc and it is a song written especially for this moment" The man spoke loudly despite the microphone in his hand. You turned your head quickly to look at Max, as this wasn't the song that you had prepared. "don't worry schat, I made sure whatever song we practised to was the same tempo, it's going to be as perfect as you" he spoke calmly before standing up and offering you his hand. You graciously took his hand, smiling at him as he led you to the dancefloor. Once the pair of you stood in the middle, the piano began to play, filling the room with its soft notes.
This was perfect.
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maxverstappen1: final post for today. Here is the final moment of our first dance. I will treasure you always my love. thank you for marrying me. forever and always.
ynverstappen: thank you for marrying me, mi corazon. forever and always.
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Hear Me Out
Author's Note: I want to do the hear me out cake trend but I don't have anyone to do it with so...hear me out. I'm sorry I suck at describing actions/reactions of people I will do my best or use pictures I can find and gifs and this one is basically all dialogue (photos not mine, found via Pinterest etc credit to creators)
Summary: It is no special day in particular but you and Jin are having a sleepover and both have a sweet tooth so you think it will be fun to play the Hear Me Out Cake trend you've seen online lately on live
Warnings: none really, suggestive flirting?, you and Jin are just so goofy
Characters: Friend Jin! x Friend Reader! (the fandom ships you two)
"Hi Army~~," Jin gives his smile with the dimples as he appears to be talking to himself in your bathroom mirror in the bathroom in your room. The door is open and you're waiting for him with the cake you had bought on the bed. A red velvet with vanilla icing and you were waiting patiently. There's no way you'd ever finish this whole cake alone but Jin was here and you really wanted to do this trend. You wait patiently, sitting with your feet tucked under your butt and throw on his jacket he had tossed on your bed earlier because you're cold and to calm your nerves about being in a live video for the fans, despite it being your idea as well, you bring the sleeves to your face and inhale deeply
"I'm at YN's house for a sleepover and we wanted to play this game she found and I thought ARMY would have fun-oh, this is her bathroom, she manic cleaned it earlier-," he spins to show them your bathroom
"I didn't know what to do with my hands!!" You call out and he laughs
"So yeah, we are in her bathroom"
"Jin~~~, will you come on to the bed?"
"Ope, she's always begging me to come to bed~," he gives a little smirk and makes his eyebrows jump
"Shut up, you know I like cuddles," you whine as he comes out, "and this is her bedroom, we are having a sleepover, and that's right, but I'm sorry ARMY Y/N is my cuddle buddy only," he starts showing them and immediately stops. "That's bad posture, stop sitting on your legs. It is bad for circulation and you're short enough already," he scolds in his stern voice that he obtained in service. "Yes sir~," your tone and your eyes grow dark and sexual within seconds as you salute him and follow orders; if eyes could smirk, that was what you were going for. "And no, I like to cuddle anyone as long as they aren't stinky, I cuddle with all of the guys"
He gasps and feigns shock and disgust, making that face where he moves his neck back and scrunches his nose, "boo, you whore"
"Cootie queen"
"Who you calling a cootie queen you lint licker~?" You both say in unison and can't not laugh. "Okay, show them your jammies and the cake and we can get started"
"Okay, this is my jammies," he angles the phone to show the top of the set he wore in Jimin's birthday vlive and some grey sweatpants, he turns the camera to the cake, "what was it again?" "Red velvet with vanilla" "Yummy-hey, you're wearing my sweater again!" "Yeah, and?"
"It's cute, it's so big on you~, that's why you shouldn't sit on your legs like that, you're almost 30 and you're four foot nine. Stand up, show ARMY," you stand up and he helps you sit back down so your clumsy ass won't fall on the cake then he lays half on the bed, his top half, so his head is by the cake. "So ARMY, YN begged me to come to bed with her, and there is cake," he winks
"Will you come on?" You laugh and he sits beside you and sets up the camera so you could both have both hands available
"Good?" "Yeah" "K, got your characters?" He nods and grabs his sticks from your other side, having to lean all the way over your lap to reach, you clear your throat, "while you're down there~," you laugh when he glares up at you. "Keep asking," he warns. "Oh, you like me to beg~," you fake pout with your bottom lip and your eyes and he's trying his damdest to keep up the act but he's cracking and so is his smile, but he raises back up to be sitting next to you and you grab your sticks from the night stand. "Do we have nuts?" You ask without thinking. "We're on vlive your name"
"I meant walnuts or pecans! For the cake!" He laughs at how flustered you are, "explain the game to them"
"You know better than me," he reminds you
"oh right, okay, so, Hi ARMY," you wave and smile, "so um, I-Ive been seeing this game people are playing on tiktok, it's the Hear Me Out Cake, you pick unconventional characters that you find attractive and put them on sticks and take turns saying hear me out and sticking them into the cake and then you eat the cake but I thought it would be fun and we had a sweet tooth"
"Good job," he pets the top of your head, "she was nervous ARMY, claps for YN," he claps
"Thanks, who goes first?"
"You first. How many were we supposed to have each?"
"I don't know," you shrug, I guess we can limit it for times sake.....10 each?"
He simply nods.
"Okay, for my first entry, hear me out," you place your first stick into the cake, Dean Winchester, "I thought I would start off normal," you try not to laugh, "he's a human dude...... usually"
"Okay my turn-usually?"
"Well technically he's now a spirit traveling through the multiverse but he's also been a demon a few times, an angel, a ghost,uhm," you think and use your fingers trying to remember everything Dean Winchester has been and Jin looks at you simply blinking like the blinking guy gif
"Okay, my first entry, hear me out," he sticks his first one in, it's Blake Lively
"I get that," you nod, "is she unconventional though?" He shrugs
"okay, next, hear me out," you stick your next stick in, a certain Big Hero 6 character
"Tada~shi~!....get it?" You giggle and he's staring at you
"HE IS DEAD!"
You laugh, "I'm sure his friends can find a way to bring him back and I can make arrangements with him and his girlfriend, your turn"
He shrugs, "Fair enough," he sticks in his next stick, it's Emma Watson, at this point you see he didn't understand the assignment but you tap his shoulder, "I understand buddy, bless your heart. Hear me out," you stick in Flynn Rider
"You know YN, I'm honestly surprised you haven't put a woman in yet," he laughs at Flynn Rider, "I get his one," he says. "See~ and patience. Flynn gives you vibes really hard"
He thinks for a second and makes a 'you're not wrong' face, adding his next one, Zendaya
"Oh hells yes," all you can do is agree and nod and he laughs
"Hear me out," your next contestant is John Rolfe
"I'm not saying I don't understand, but most people say Team John Smith, please explain"
"John Rolfe left her and John Smith showed her things she had never seen before, they genuinely enjoyed each other and and when he was changing her like people like to say I could see he was doing it thinking she was enjoying it and otherwise he wouldn't have"
"That's.....really fair actually"
"And he's cuter," you shrug as he sticks in his next one, Fran Dresher
"Omg!" You excitedly stick in your stick that has her and Mr Sheffield on it, "they were my first crushes ever! Well them and Uncle Jesse on Full House"
"Wo~~....if we agree does the game end?"
"I think we can keep going if you want"
He simply nods, "so who should go next?"
"I think you," he nods and happily sticks in a stick with Tom Holland and after laughing you nod in agreement, "he's adorable," you both say in unison
"okay, okay, hear me out," next up you had Stolas from Helluva Boss
His neck goes back as if he were a sassy flamingo, "what is that!?"
"oh, that's just someone who Stolas my heart~," you laugh at your joke and his confusion and he nervously sticks in Betty White
"Yes," is all you can muster as you're nodding and dying laughing and he leans on your back doing so as well
"H-H-Hear me out," you stutter as you try to breathe and stick in your next one, "are we still doing only ten?"
"Nah, we may as well use all of our sticks," you nod in agreement
"Okay," you take a deep breath and place in another one
"Eda Clawthorne from Owl House? Really?" He gives you a look
"That voice just gets me hot in Cleveland," you shrug and he has to hide his face and laugh at the pun and gives ARMY a finger to say hang on a second before he wipes a tear slipping and sticks in Yennifer from The Witcher games
"We're just going to agree on all of yours I think, you good? You're crying," you laugh and he gives you a thumbs up as you stick in your next one, Gruncle Ford and Gruncle Stan. Jin looks at you and gives you a face that just says for a speechless person, 'please explain'
"They're great gruncles, and Ford especially is packing in more ways than one"
"Fair enough," you thought bless this man's heart as he sticks in Rapunzel from Tangled and you clap, "hey! It's me!" He smiles at you and you stick in someone you didn't expect him or anyone else to recognize, Charles Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie
"Any father issues you want to talk about?" He asks recognizing him
"Talk about? No," you laugh, "just be thankful and go"
He checks the comments, "We are all judging you"
"That's fair," you shrug and he sticks in Ella from Ella Enchanted
"Yes, I've heard you out and yes," you nod, "Can I put in multiple characters at once of they're all from one thing?" He nods and you stick in Sebastian Michealis, Agni, Pluto and Adrian from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
"You know, I really wish I had the ability to not agree with these," he sticks in Clifford
"CLIFFORD, now you have to explain"
"Apparently my cuddle buddy is cheating"
You shake your head, "wait, the cake is only so big," you count how many have been put in and he stops you
"Let's just use all of our sticks"
You nod and look at the sticks in your hand, "if I have two different characters from two different shows that have very different personalities but are the same actress should I put them down together?" He thinks for a second and nods, "for times sake yes," he yawns and you smack him and follow suit, sticking in Breann of Tarth from Game of Thrones and Principal Weems from Wednesday; still yawning he gives a thumbs up of approval and tries to say something but you can't understand.
"Huh?" "I said yes, perfection"
"Agreed, absolute perfection," you giggle and he sticks Black Widow
"Oh Captain Obvious-"
"I know you aren't saying I'm wrong though"
"Touche, you aren't wrong, hear me out-I've got five from Avatar the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra...." "Just choose one" "Okay, it's a obvious choice really," you poke Uncle Iroh into the cake and he looks at you, you feel the judgement burning through you from his eyes
"....Just.....pre or post prison Iroh?" He asks facepalming
"the fuck you mean or?"
He can't even fathom a response and dumbfoundedly adds in his next stick, "Dr Doofensmirtz
"I agree with all of yours~," you whine and he smiles smugly, you add in Eve Best
"Just for clarification, is this the actress? Eleanor OHara or Rhaenys Targaryen?"
"You have no idea how turned on it makes me that you know about Nurse Jackie, I have to choose?"
"Yes," he smirks
"Fine, to avoid the incest and death by dragon, Eleanor," you laugh and he adds in the News Anchor fish from SpongeBob
"Bro what the fuck!?" You start dying laughing
"You know I like fish!!" He laughs after pretending to be defensive
"Okay, I have a few from the next show but for the sake of space and time, I'll only use two of them, guys I'm sorry we have so many," you apologize to the ARMYs watching when you remember they're there
"Theyre loving it," Jin reads the screen and whispers to assure you when he senses you getting nervous and you nod and add Rumpled Stiltskin, both the human looking one and the other, and the Mad Hatter from Once Upon A Time.
"okay seriously, do you need to talk? Are you okay? Do you need therapy?"
"What for?" You ask innocently and he shakes his head, "I only got a few more," he sticks in the Corpse Bride
"I have a Tim Burton character too!" You had Edward Scissorhands and his face looks horrified, "I let Agni slide because he would be able to be gentle and aware of his power but Edward would slice you to pieces!"
"Aww, you're protective of me~," you tease and he blushes and lets you add in your next one, "aww~ poo~ the cake is getting full and I have more~," you pout as you add the last of your sticks that will fit, Ghoul from Fallout
"He has admirable traits," Jin nods, "you can show them the rest"
"Okay, I guess I got over excited. Okay," you show them, "so hear me out," you hold each one up as you say the names, "Sully from Monster's Inc, Mr Kim from Kim's Convenience, and these two last but certainly not least Chef from the live action One Piece and Nurse Joy from Viridian City in Pokemon Indigo League"
"Jin, hello?" You snap, he was frozen just staring at you
"ARMY, I am afraid. Cast a vote, should I a)run, b)accept that YN is a freak and stay to eat the cake or c) seek help for YN after I eat the cake?"
You roll your eyes, "So we know Jin can't match my freak anyways, let's eat. Slice for ARMY, and a slice for mwah~, and a slice for 'fraidy cat here," you wave and end the live, smashing his slice in his face
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One shot: Going over the lines
Requested?: yes by @queenofstarsign85
Request: Hello! Could I please request a one shot tom hiddleston x light-skinned black reader? The reader is an actress who has a major crush on tom, they know each other for a year and he also likes her too. They prepare to work together in the series the night manager where he plays Jonathan pine. And she Costars with him in the series, she plays his love interest. While going over their lines and pretend sex scene real feelings are revealed, with spicy smutt and fluff :) thanks!
Warnings: INSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)
Images found on Google/Pinterest
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tom asked, his breathing heavy as the two of you stood in front of each other, only bathrobes covering your bodies. The two of you were standing in his bedroom, nervous yet excited as the two of you had decided to try and act out the intimate sex scene for the second season of The Night Manager.
Of course the two of you wouldn't be having real sex in front of the camera, but the two of you would be complete naked. Tom first had thought that his suggestion would be inappropriate, fearing that you would think that he's a creep. But to his surprise, you agreed as the two of you knew that acting out the scenes would be very awkward.
"I am sure, we both signed the contract. It's our job" you added at the end and smiled nervously, hating that you didn't have the nerve to voice your real feelings.
It had been known that Tom and his fiancĂŠ had broken up a while ago and were raising their kid in harmony, everyone knew that Tom was also one that put his blood sweat and tears into his work and didn't like mixing his private life into the matter. He had done it a few years ago, and wouldn't dare to make the same mistake twice.
That was until he met you, of course. But the British actor didn't even think about pursuing you. He kept his feelings hidden as he feared the next heartbreak would be the complete end of him. At the same time, Tom hated how his feelings for you only grew by the second you spent with each other. Your beauty, your grace and your personality had the poor acting dreaming about you, yearning for your love and body.
"How do you want to start? We know the lines and the first intimate scene starts with you straddling me..." Tom's cheeks gained a light crimson color as he watched you let out a shaky breath before gently pushing him onto his bed and straddling his lap.
The two of you were already breathing heavily, staring deeply into each other's eyes while you felt the tension shift. You were lying if you didn't pretend to feel your sex slowly getting wetter as you gently grinded your hips against Tom's.
"Is this okay?", you gently asked while staring down at his lips, the urge to kiss him overwhelming you.
"Yes", the actor quickly breathed out, his strong arms wrapped around your thick waist while you continued grinding yours in a slow motion that made both of you get hotter and greedy by the second.
"I-I've been wanting to actually do this for a while", you had surprised yourself by voicing your inner thoughts. Tom's eyes widened in surprise before surprising you by cupping your big butt cheeks, squeezing the softness and letting out a soft moan.
You couldn't help but moan with him, "Me too" is all the actor responded before pressing his soft lips against yours, devouring them while moaning into your mouth. His hard cock was now twitching beneath your clothed sex.
"Take me", Tom begged in between the passionate and longing kisses, his head spinning while he drank in every single delicate sensation coursing through his body. Your ego didn't allow him to repeat himself as you quickly wiggled out of your bathrobe and pushed his upper body against the soft mattress.
"Look at you", Tom gushed while breathing heavily, opening his own bathrobe while you helped with the lower part of it, letting out a soft moan at the sight of his hard cock, throbbing and waiting to fill you up. "God, I can't wait any longer", you voiced to which the two of you let out quick chuckles as you also had said your lines from the sex scene out loud.
"I am all yours, (Y/N). Body, mind and soul" the British actor promised to which you couldn't help but smile widely while you quickly straddled his lap again and positioned yourself right above his cock. You took it in your hand and gave it a few steady strokes, biting down your lip when Tom moaned and thrusted his hips upwards as a sign for you to finally make him yours.
You guided him to your already wet entrance and made sure that he looked at you while you slowly sank down onto him. "So big" you breathlessly moaned while enjoying the sensation of your inner walls being stretched out overwhelmed you.
A shiver ran down your spine once you had completely sat down onto Tom. His thickness pressing against your sweat spot while goosebumps covered both of your skin. Your hips began to move on their own, the motions making the two of you let out soft whispers of each other's names while making sweet love to one another.
Tom's hips thrusted themselves in sync of yours, groaning and gently caressing your body, from your tender breasts all the way to your big stomach. Your head was spinning as part of you still couldn't believe that you were finally acting out your deepest inner feelings. It was indescribable, the sensual sensations were overwhelming.
Your inner walls started to clench when Tom surprised you by flipping you over, you now lying on your back and the actor immediately placing your legs on his shoulders before sliding back into you, his hips snapping fiercely against yours.
"Yes!" you cried out in pleasure while arching your back, the overwhelming pleasure rushing through your body like tidal waves while the delicious knot formed in the pit of your stomach.
Every push pushed you deeper into the mattress, your breasts were jiggling all over the place while the sound of your sweaty skin slapping against one another filled the entire bedroom.
It didn't take Tom long before he had you on the edge of the ecstatic cliff, your orgasm surprising you entirely. Your legs shook violently while your weak screams of pleasure echoed through the room. The actor couldn't help but stare down at the beauty that you are while his orgasm was just around the corner.
He grunted loudly and gave you a few more sloppy thrusts, his spurts of release filling you all the way up while your inner walls were still clenching onto his cock, milking him until the final drop had been spilled inside you.
You couldn't open your eyes as your high had left you completely powerless. Tom gently slipped out of you and tried catching his breath while he laid down next to you, scooping you into his strong arms and placing gentle kisses on top of your head.
"Sleep, my love. I am here" he whispered, making your heart flutter in your chest while you cuddled closer to him, not being able to speak a word as the emotions were overwhelming you.
#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston x plus size reader#tom hiddelston imagine#plus size reader
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Dance For You
Character: S.coups x reader
Seungcheol asks reader to dance for him
Fluff (more suggestive compared to my other work
Dance For You
It was one of the normal nights for you and Seungcheol. A night spent on the couch, enjoying each other's company. You both wanted to make the most of this night because it would be the last time you would see one other for a while.
Seungcheol is going on tour with seventeen and your schedule is just as hectic. With him being a part of one of the biggest boy groups and you being a well-known dancer/choreographer, it was bound for both of you to have very busy lives. You really didn't mind Seungcheol's absence; you were more concerned with his performance than with his absence, and he didn't mind your absence either; he was more proud of the fact that you were scheduling performances.
You noticed Seungcheol's gaze straying off somewhere else as you talked about the newest events in your life.
âOk, whatâs upâ You asked, interrupting Seungcheols thoughts.
âAhh.. Nothingâ Seungcheol replies with a nervous smile.
âCome on Seungcheol, you got something on your mind , so you might as well just say it now or forever hold your peace.â You suggested with a giggle.
âFineâ Seungcheol cried in defeat.
âYouâre like one of the best dancers Iâve ever known, and I know you danced for like thousands of peopleâŚ.â Seungcheol said as you nod, agreeing to every word he says.
âBut you never dance for me.â he said with wonder.
âYouâre right.â you replied with realization, slowly catching on what Seungcheol was going on about.
âSo what about it?â you question the puzzled man
âI want you to dance for me.â he said in a direct voice.
You knew where this conversation was leading to but the request still put you at a pause.
âRight Now? I canât do it right now, I have to prepareâ You said in a panicked mess.
âNo no no.â Seungcheol said, reassuring you.
You sighed in relief as Seungcheol laughed at your little episode. You both agreed to do your performance for him as soon as he gets back from tour, so you have as much time to plan for it.
Seungcheol was on tour, and you spent too much time looking for a song while he was gone. The tour was halfway finished by the time you chose a song, and the other half was spent learning the dance. Normally, learning a choro would take you a few days max, but you wanted to make sure everything was perfect. He deserves nothing but the best after working so hard.
The big day had arrived, and you had everything prepared, right down to the room, lighting, and clothes. Seungcheol texted you saying he'd be home about 8 p.m., allowing you time to go through everything again.
You soon hear seungcheol enter the home,as you put on your Outfit. âHey Y/N, Iâm backâ Seungcheol yelled.
âOh great, go to the room and take a seat on the couch, i'll be there in a minute.â You said
âAlrightâ seungcheol giggled
Seungcheol made his way to the room and made himself comfortable on the couch, staring at the chair in front of him.
*que music*
You slowly walked out the bathroom connecting to the room, heading to your position on the chair. Seungcheol's eyes were on nothing but you, watching every move you made. You began the choreography making sure to not let your nerves take over. You make eye contact with him to see if he was enjoying it and you can tell from the smirk on his face that he was loving every moment.
Your performance soon came to an end and you stood up to give a small bow to relieve yourself from the nervousness.
âThat was freaking amazing!â Seungcehol said while standing up and clapping.
â You like it?â You question him as he comes towards you with open arms.
âOf course I like it. Thank you so much.â Seungcheol said while holding close.
â It was nothingâ you scoffed.
â Can you do it again? I want to record it and show it to the guysâ Seungcheol asked with amazing attempt at puppy eyes
âSureâ you replied.
Seungcheol would not stop giving you compliments and asking you to teach him the choreography the rest of the night.
#seventeen imagines#dokyeom x reader#seventeen#seventeen headcanons#seventeen x reader#seventeen seungcheol#kpop oneshots#oneshot#seungcheol scenarios#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol imagines
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the curse of the wife beater
a satire huening kai horror story because im insane
It was way past my bedtime. I knew that because my alarm went off hours ago. Despite this fact, I scrolled through my Pinterest mindlessly. My eyes tiredly glazed over the array of random Asian men the algorithm had recommended to me. I was just about to turn my phone off when something caught my eye...
A picture of Huening Kai. I mean, I had seen pictures of him before but... that tank top he wore made me laugh. "Wife beater" is what my friend Gloria called them. Someone as cute as him wearing something like that? Pfft...
I peeked at the clock, 11:21PM. It was getting late. I quickly saved the picture to my gallery and went to sleep, silently giggling to myself at the image.
I remember tossing in my sleep, I could hear Kai whisper in my ear. "You think it's funny? Wait to see what I have in store for you." I knew I was dreaming, but I swear I could feel his warm breath on my ear and his weight shift on my right side as he crawled into my bed to torment me.
I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to deal with this stupid dream anymore.
Sooner or later, the sound of my blaring Talk that Talk alarm filled my ears. I jolted up, rubbing my tiredness out of my eyes. I didn't want to go to school but I knew what I had to do. I ended up getting ready for school, nearly falling asleep about three times in the process. I quickly grabbed a container of yogurt and ate it quickly, tossing the container into the trash. I slipped on my shoes and left out of the door, beginning my on-foot trudge to my least favorite place on Earth. My backpack felt a dozen times heavier and my shoes felt tight.
When I was close to the building I swear I saw Kai across the street, staring dead into my eyes. But when I blinked, he was gone. Man, I should've taken melatonin. I walked into the building and shoved everything into my locker. I was already late and I couldn't waste any more time with my hallucinations. I grabbed my book and went to class.
I sat in my usual seat, next to Gloria. Soon, the teacher came in. "Good morning class!" I was already half asleep. "We have a new student today!" My head jolted up like the Black Mamba when it senses it's newest meal. Just when I thought my day was going bad enough.
A boy walked in..I have to be hallucinating.
Kai, that same wife beater that haunted my dreams on full display. I felt sick. "He's so cute!" Gloria practically squealed. "Are you kidding? He... I had a nightmare about him. And he's a Korean celebrity!"
I gasped awake, seeing we were in the middle of a lesson. It was just a dream. "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Gloria asked, looking up from her workbook. She was already getting on my nerves.
"Yeah... It was stupid." I daydreamed throughout the rest of the lesson. Gloria said that she was gonna give me the homework answers so it didn't matter.
The school day went by fast, memories of the night before and my hallucinations disturbing me. When I went to the bathroom during the passing period, I saw him in the mirror behind me. At lunch, I was afraid to eat because I thought he had poisoned me. All of this was because of a random image I thought was funny.
I went back home, collapsing onto the couch. "Why is this happening? Am I going crazy?" I cried to myself silently. I took out my phone and went to my gallery, deciding to rid myself of this curse. All I saw was the same image, over and over again. I dropped my phone, the screen turning into a green web of cracks.
I screamed, panting heavily. "Honey, what's wrong?" My mom walked into the living room, a concerned expression on her face. "I've been hallucinating so bad today, Mom!" I yelped, grabbing onto her work scrubs since she was a nurse.
She allowed me to skip school for the rest of the week, but she sent me to a therapist. After hearing about my issue, the therapist suggested that I go to a mental health facility.
The facility blamed it on my phone usage. When I got locked in the room I looked down at the socks they gave me. Why have I been cursed? I thought.
I looked up. "You thought you could get rid of me that easily? Pathetic."
I cried for the last time.
SHOUTOUT TO MY BEST FRIEND @c0sm1c-f3l1n3 AND THE VOICES IN MY HEAD. (This isn't supposed to be well written it's just meant to be silly and stupid think 2013 Wattpad)
#huening txt#hueningkai#kai txt#tommorrow x together#kpop boys#kpop bg#crack fic#im insane#wife beater#tank top#shitpost#for giggles#korean#south korean#korean pop#tomorrow by together#horror#horror crackfic#psychological horror#internet
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Could I ask you for some advice ? Would it be weird?
It may be long, so if you're not in the mood to read/give advice or if you don't want to, it's totally fine â¤ď¸
For context, I went on tumblr and created an account on September or October 2023 ( one of those two months, I don't remember which one it is). Initially, I only went on this platform to read and access more fics since I could have a bigger panoply of choices than on ao3. I sometimes commented on some fics or liked them, but that was it. I never planned on doing more with my profile because I was only reading and feeding my imagination. I was kind of just here, on tumblr.
Eventually, it made me crave wanting to write fics and post stories/concepts that I had but didn't see any similar written. I am a daydreamer since I was little and always had a vivid imagination, writing allows me to express those thoughts and show others the world's that I'm building in my mind.
I have multiple questions...
-For starters, how do I upgrade my profile, how do I personalise it, make it aesthetic? How do I add pictures for the main page/ homepage..? ( Does my question make sense?) I don't want to be a blank profile. I literally have no idea how to personalize my account because I was previously only having it to jump in the fanfics.
-Also, would anyone see my fics and be interested in them? I feel like since there are so many talented authors ( which is an amazing thing btw!), having someone that only began wanting to write fiction on tumblr, not an essay or something practical, and who'se English is the third language spoken, would not attract readers. It may not even be that beautiful written or poetic since I do not have practice yet.
-How do you organize your time to write? I personally have no idea how and I have a lot of things with uni at this moment. How can you do it all? đ
-Lastly, how the f can I protect my work against AI ?! It freaking discourage me and exasperates me that my writing can be taken advantage of and help improve something that I don't want to.
Thank you so much and I want to express how much I love your Mattheo fics!!! đĽ°
hi! I totally get the nerves and the discouragement, donât worry!
I would suggest that firstly, when youâre starting out, the biggest thing is tags! tag your works as much as you can, join events and write for them as theyll reblog (ie: @starfallweek which has just taken place, a lot of people use this to discover new writers, etc!) and staying consistent! I still have works these days that only get a few notes, and sometimes, itâs thousands! itâs all just based on algorithms, who sees it, and what readers are in the mood for! stick with it and you will grow, I promise!
as for AI, I canât say anything about that. I try not to think about it to be honest đ
. and time management? couldnât help you there. I have been so run off my feet with work, getting sick, and keeping up with uni lately that writing has been basically impossible! itâs about when you can squeeze it in, pressuring yourself to stick to a timetable never helps!
I can, however, advise on the aesthetics. I like to use matching colour schemes for a cohesive look, and I usually use a profile pic that matches my current interests, as well as colour scheme. I also like to just mix it up and use pretty pictures. use little emojis and links to masterlists etc. to keep things tidy, and have fun with it! play around and see what you like! I use pinterest for a lot of my images, btw!
I hope this helps! have fun and enjoy your hobbies, sending so much love xox
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ËĚŁ- : ⧠: â cake - j.á´h
word count : 1.1k
content warning : a bit of mean!changmin. implied murder.
reader's pronouns : undefined.
character : ji changmin from the boyz.
proofread by none.
DISCLAIMERS : i do not condone such act that is implied in this drabble, nor i believe the member that i've wrote about would actually do it. this drabble is simply written for entertainment purposes and not to be taken seriously as this is only fictional; conjured with no ill intention. those who do not feel comfortable with what i have put inside the content warning are advised not to interact nor engage with this drabble. clicking the read more option means that you're responsible for what you're going to read furthermore.
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ËĚŁ- : ⧠: â knock knock!Â
changmin announced his arrival with some light knocking on your front door. his eager smile present as the thought of baking a simpleâ yet, delightful cake has occupied his head ever since you suggested the fun activity.
the ecstatic man has brought the adorable sprinkles and toppings youâve mentioned, while you, on the other hand, prepare the basic ingredients the cake would need.
which is just plain flour. butter. vanilla extract. sugar. milk. oil. and egg. that you somehow didnât have the latter right now. when changmin had asked you that youâve got the ingredients ready and he only needed to buy the decorations. like, just thirty minutes ago.
then it occured to you that you, foolishly, thought that the egg you used for last nightâs omelette wasnât the last one. didnât even bother to check properly, believing that you have enough eggs for tomorrowâs baking session.Â
you shouldâve checked everything when changmin asked you! now what would you tell him, to the man who's been sending you tons of pictures of those aesthetic cakes that he found from pinterest?? he mustâve expected a lot for today.
knock knock!!Â
this time the knocking got louder as changmin called out your name with a hint of concern; that snapped you out of your trance in front of the fridge after rummaging checking one last time if thereâs really no egg left.
you rushed to open the door, even before properly thinking of how to tell him; without having the posibility to irk him, if thatâs possible.
âwhatâs wrong, y/n?â he asked in a jiffy right after stepping a foot inside your home, his free hand cupping your face before rather roughly turning it side-to-side out of panic. when he didnât find any sight of injury or something amiss from your face, he huffs then frowned.
ây/n! you got me worried when you didnât open the door after the first knock like usual!â. âsorry changmin, itâs just... that..â you gulped, trying to think about an excuse but recalled how much changmin dislike liars.
you just need to own up to your mistake, and you know he wonât get so mad about it, maybe heâll keep bringing this up to get you to do something for him just to tease you, but still, it wonât be that bad.
â..just what, y/n? speak more clearly.â his tone gets cold as he finds your dawdling to be quite irritating; albeit notably nerve wracking as his mind runs full speed thinking of the worst scenario on what youâll about to say. one of them is you asking for a break up, saying that youâve found someone better than him. which he has made sure that you wonât.
âiâmsorrybutweneedtobuysomeeggssinceijustcheckedandidonâthaveany!!â your eyes tightly shut as your thoughts ran wild.
now youâre really gonna get it! youâll make your boyfriend disappointed and this will probably be a turning point in your relationship! you wonât be able to find someone who is so perfect for you! ever!!
you expected a disappointed sigh, an annoyed huff, or even an earful scolding to come out of changminâs lips, but thereâs a genuinely amused laughter filling the room. what?
âseriously? y/n? you got worked up over eggs? seriously??â he asked as his laughter ceased, but not the amused expression on his face.
he wipes the tears that come out from laughing too hard while youâre left stunned from his reaction. he didnât mind this adorable clumsiness of yours. in fact, he likes it, making you more gullible to his mischief.
truthfully, changmin had expected that at least youâll miss one out of seven ingredients you claimed to have. thatâs why he makes sure to ask you when he visits the grocery on his way here.Â
which you replied the message confidently with a yes i do! itâs fine! just focus on finding those pretty sprinkles!!
he took your hand in his and guides you to the kitchen, where he had spent many times here with you. his light steps clearly shows how giddy he is right now. changmin noticed the ingredients youâve set aside on the counter, you mustâve realized that youâre missing the eggs when arranging them huh?
he placed the plastic bag near them, then caging you between the counter with his hands both on your sides. humming a tune while looking at you with so much adoration. âyou know i love you, right?â changmin whisper, slowly leaning in closer, eyes heavy on you as you instinctively leans away. a bit startled of course.
seeing how you didnât answer immediately, he leans in even closer, forcing you to stay still as he hold the back of your head. âdo you?â he pressed on before suddenly pulling your hair back, that makes you yelp out a quick i do! which makes the man smiled.
changmin then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before twirling your hair on his finger. âby the way, howâs mr.han doing? i believe heâs still up and going? still healthy, yes?â he questioned before giving you another kiss and leaning away to gaze at your flustered expression. you could feel the intensity inside those eyes of his. you love it.
you gulped before nodding your head, though a bit puzzled as to why he was asking your neighbourâs well being out of the blue. mr. han jisung, your next door neighbor who loves to blast out music in such ungodly hour. claims that he had soundproof his room and you're just being sensitive; his favourite excuse to use to those who come to complaint.
âgreat! then y/n, you donât need to worry about having to walk to that far away grocery store,â his smile widened, âyou know... iâve actually predict something like this would happen!â he giggles, pinching your cheeks with enough force to make you flinched. how cute.
âso iâve been surfing the internet, searching for some of the ingredient's substitute... and iâve stumbled upon a rather interesting find. how about we try it!â changmin chirps, he stopped pinching your now red cheeks and reached out to pull the knife out from its rack behind you.
once it got into your sight, it clicked to you what would transpire today, on this supposedly wholesome sunday where youâll spend it baking a simpleâ yet delightful vanilla cake.
you gulped. your smile now present as you reached to caressed changminâs cheek lovingly with one hand, and the other to pull another knife like his.
changmin gave you a kiss; like always before the two of you went out to catch your mealâs ingredients. âshall we now?â
to think this wonât be happening if you checked the ingredients properly, but donât blame yourself too much, after all, changmin makes sure you wonât have any the moment you told him your plan!!
#yandere ji changmin#yandere q#yandere the boyz#yandere tbz#yandere kpop#yandere x reader#yandere drabble
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Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl!Reader PART 8
part 7 is here
spotify playlist (updated daily as i write)
pinterest board also updated daily <3
This is 18+ bc smut, so minors please DNI!!!
Warnings for this series: does include formalized s*x work(cam girl obviously, & other forms also) bad cooking! So bad! The worst you've ever seen! Small fire(cooking related, but noone gets hurt) cursing, alcohol, sex, duh, mentions of cases at the BAU, crime, drama, shy Hotch, for this chapter specifically: Clarice being an absolute old bitch lmaooo also Clarice getting SLAPPED so... if I missed anything let me know please đ
Shit pops off here lmao fair warning
Word count: 2.8K. I plan to make this fic a little longer so I'll be making the chapters a bit shorter but hopefully updating more often.
Denise greeted you at the door, her purple sequined dress fitting her tall, slender frame perfectly. You were glad Denise had suggested dinner at her place, sparing you the cigarette-laced meal at Clarice's home. Clarice would be the last to arrive, as usual, so you helped Denise in the kitchen, letting Dave and Aaron hang out in her living room. You two looked fit to be in the kitchen; you'd not changed out of your sundress and Denise looked like a sexy eggplant, stirring away at a sauce that she was burning rapidly.
"Please tell me you can help," she whispered, handing you a pan of tiny Cornish hens to be put in the oven.
"Girl, all this money and you can't pay a chef? Or get some cooking lessons?" You took over at the stove, Denise thanking you profusely for saving her ass while she poured you both a glass of white wine.
"Any idea what Clarice's emergency dinner is about?" If anyone would know, it was Denise. You two had an unspoken agreement that she played Devil's advocate with Clarice, getting all the juicy details of her master plans and delivering them to you over time.
"Aaron. Duh. She wants to make a spectacle."
You huffed, knowing all along that's why she wanted to see you. She just couldn't give it up.
"Of course. That bitter old hag doesn't know when to stop," you complained, turning abruptly when you heard the slamming of a door.
"The bitter old hag has arrived, and she has gifts!" Clarice announced, earning an eye roll from you and Denise.
"Great, because we need to talk." You dried your hands on the nearest towel, making sure to keep your tone steady, or else she'd eat you alive at the first sound of vulnerability.
"Talk, darling. Where is that fine specimen of a man you brought last night?" She was shamelessly scanning the room for Aaron, so you grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her attention back towards you.
"You listen to me. You keep your slimy paws off of Aaron. It's not cute. It makes him uncomfortable. If you make my man uncomfortable again, I will send you to the old folks' home and tell them you're mentally incompetent."
Her mouth went agape at your words, Denise howling in a fit of insane laughter at your promise. Your face never faltered, not once. You weren't going to play this game with her, not over Aaron. He was too important to you to lose.
"Oh shit," Denise sputtered, glancing between the two of you, trying to salvage the dinner she'd ruined while not missing a second of the show. Clarice was baffled, clutching her pearled chest in shock at your words.
"Is that any way to treat the woman who gave you the life you have now? I only wanted to see him because I brought him gifts, dear. You're going to love them!" Her icy tone made you feel anything but loved as she ignored your warning, running off to find Aaron and Dave before you could protest. It was no use, but the second she touched him, you knew you'd blow a fuse.
She had gift bags by the door that she was retrieving and heading towards the living room with, and instead of following, you took over at the stove so dinner was halfway edible.
"That bitch is really working my nerves," Denise whispered as she refilled your glasses. When Aaron rounded the corner with his gifts in hand, his face was pale and his eyes were averted to the floor.
"God, what has she done?" You whispered, stepping forward to check the damage. When you realized what it was, you had to grip the counter for support at the audacity.
3 framed photos of you from your website. You recognized them instantly; one was the very first picture you'd ever made money from. The second was a random photo that had more likes than you ever thought possible, and the third was one of the more recent photos you'd taken, stark naked except for a thin pink bandeau top barely covering your breasts.
"At least she chose good ones," Denise said cheerfully, trying not to show how shocked she was that Clarice would be so bold. You weren't surprised in the slightest, but your heart ached for Aaron. You'd never felt shame like this, and you couldn't imagine what was going through his mind.
"Don't," Denise warned when you calmly took off your earrings, sitting them on the counter behind you. You were seeing red, and if it had been a movie, this is the part where smoke would expel from your ears in pure fury.
"Too late," you called back to her, making a beeline for where she stood in the living room, Dave sitting awkwardly as she talked his ear off. You slapped her hard across the face, the satisfying whack! of her flesh beneath your palm distracting you from the sting it left. Before you could even ball a fist up and swing, Dave was grabbing your arms and dragging you back towards the kitchen.
"Alright Tyson, let's get you a drink," Dave let you go, asking Denise to pour you a glass of water. You sat at the table with your hands in your lap, waiting on Clarice to make you pay for what you'd done. When she sauntered into the kitchen, Aaron put himself between her and you, making sure that if she made one wrong move, he'd be able to stop her.
"Are you upset that I showed your little boyfriend what a prize you really are? You're so confident, Baby. Where's that confidence now, hmm?"
You were unsure of how to respond without making the situation worse for yourself, so you took every harsh word she had to say.
"That's what I thought. If you want any shot at a normal life, you better stop while you can."
She was gone as quickly as she'd arrived, the room in awkward silence until Dave broke the tension.
"I think they'd go well in your office," he nodded towards the framed photos, and Aaron cut his eyes at the man. You wanted to cry, but it was no use. She'd won for now, and there was nothing you could do about it.
You met Aaron's gaze for the first time since he'd shown you the photos. He didn't look happy, but if he was mad, he didn't seem the type to show it in front of other people. He stayed in his spot across the room, giving you a soft smile before he followed Dave back to the couch. Denise was pulling up a chair next to you, her hand on your shoulder.
"We'll get her back. Don't worry," she was just trying to help, but there was no getting back at Clarice. She'd make you miserable as long as she had the power to do so. You only saw her a few times a year, but each time was significantly worse than the last. This surpassed them all.
"He's pissed. I can tell."
"He doesn't really have a right to be, but I can see it too."
You shrugged, sipping at your water. You'd be pissed if you were in his shoes. You planned to let him be until he was ready to talk. He had his mind on being distracted, and you could tell by the ice clinking repeatedly into his glass that his mind was drifting further away from enjoying the evening and closer to forgetting.
"Denise?"
"Hmmm?"
"Your sauce might be on fire."
The kitchen was filling quickly with smoke as the fire alarm blared loudly, the two of you working quickly to extinguish it. Before you could stop her, she was opening the kitchen window and tossing the pot onto the street below. You waited for a scream, but instead, it clattered and bounced, landing on the opposite end of the street, the sauce still splattering against the pavement.
"Denise, where do you keep your brain cells around here?" You looked under the table and in the nearest drawers, Denise laughing hysterically from her spot in the window. Her laugh was more shrill than the fire alarm, the commotion over by the time Dave and Aaron were rushing to the rescue.
"Crisis averted! No worries, gentlemen. We'll be dining at The Playroom instead of a meal cooked by the two of us bozos," Denise announced, fanning the smoke out the window.
"What the hell did you two do?" Dave was opening windows, coughing as he and Aaron helped fan the place out. By the time you'd gotten the fire alarm to stop beeping, everyone was in tears from laughter at the retelling of what had happened.
"Is this what you learned from your cooking show?" Aaron asked lowly from behind you, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist to pull you in. As quickly as they were there, he was dropping them again, as if the contact might hurt him.
"I blame Denise. I was preoccupied." You tried hard to keep your voice steady, but the cold shoulder was difficult for you to deal with.
"We're leaving soon," he told you, and you nodded in response. You thanked Denise for the invitation to go out but explained that you wanted to find food and go back to the hotel. She was more than understanding after the events of the day, bidding you both goodnight and sending you on your way. Aaron clutched his photos tightly on his way to the elevator, a few steps ahead of you the entire time. You struggled to keep up with his fast pace, his legs much longer than yours.
"Hey, slow down for a second," he stopped abruptly and you ran straight into him, his arm breaking the contact before you collided with his body.
"I'm sorry," you sputtered, and he took your hand in his, remaining quiet on the ride down and the short walk to hail a cab. You rode in silence, watching out the window at the city lights that you'd not even gotten to fully enjoy. You'd been so excited to stay in the city; now you couldn't wait to leave.
Your heart was drumming in anticipation for what Aaron was thinking or feeling, his growing annoyance towards you a clear indicator of wanting to be left alone. When you climbed in and sat by the door, he stayed on his side, not bothering to scoot close to you. He was pissed.
You knew better than to say anything before you were in your hotel room, behind the security of the doors, so no one could see him dump you. You knew it was coming, and you'd been preparing for it since Clarice had walked through the door. Your heart was heavy, you were trying desperately not to cry until you reached the 12th floor.
You'd never gotten out of a car so fast, Aaron on your heels. The quiet was tense; the lobby was packed but you two had yet to say a word, and that was louder than anything happening around you. You leaned against the metal wall of the elevator, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. He stood opposite, almost mirroring your actions.
"You seem angry."
He nodded, shrugging his shoulders.
"I'll get over it," he said shortly, legs putting distance between the two of you before you could carry the conversation further. You didn't even try to speak to him when he stopped in the living room to pour a drink. You headed straight for the bedroom, closing the door so you could change and climb into bed. You weren't waiting on him. You knew he was embarrassed in front of his friend, but so were you, if not more. It wasn't his body on display for everyone to see.
Your head was in your hands, tears spilling over like a flood. You shoved your face in the pillow to muffle your cries so Aaron wouldn't come asking questions. You doubt he would anyway, but you didn't want to give him a reason.
You heard your phone vibrate, assuming it was Aaron asking you to come to talk to him. It wasn't.
Hotch: Are you busy?
You couldn't believe the nerve. He hadn't spoken to you in nearly two weeks; his bullshit was the last thing you needed. You blocked his number without responding, and before he could message you on your website, you banned his account, saying goodbye forever to the jackass that only wanted you when it was convenient for him. You wanted to cuss him out, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a reply after what he'd done to you.
You knew sleep was impossible, so you flipped on the television, Aaron still drinking in the other room. You'd hear the bottle meet the glass periodically, knowing that what he was doing was his way of dealing with the shitty night. You wanted to believe things would be better if you just left him alone.
Dirty Dancing was on, so you got comfortable, making a pile with the pillows and settling under the duvet. You weren't sure how to approach Aaron without enraging him. As much as you wanted to join him and apologize for everything that happened, you were more afraid of making things worse.
You'd almost dozed off when he stumbled into the bedroom, knocking the small table by the door over in the process. You sat straight up on high alert, calming down a little when you heard him shush the table for falling and creep further into the room.
He was drunk, roaring drunk.
"Did I wake you?"
You shook your head, staring back at him. He was still dressed in his black polo, and the sight made you want to drool. Even now, red in the face and slurring his words, he was the sexiest man you'd ever known.
"Are you okay?"
He scoffed, kicking his jeans off, sliding a pair of flannel pajama pants on in their place.
"Can we just pause this conversation for when we won't be stuck together all night long? I'd rather not do this and then have to climb into bed with you afterward."
You gulped back the lump in your throat and pushed his pillows onto his side of the bed, leaving enough space that he wouldn't even have to touch you. You flipped the lamp off, leaving him to get dressed with only the glow of the television. When he crawled into bed, he rolled away from you, making sure his warmth was nowhere to be found.
"I'm sorry, Aaron. I know you don't want to talk-"
"Then quit trying to talk to me. Leave it alone. Please, Y/N. Let's just get through the night so I can go home tomorrow," his voice was strained and you could hear how hard he was trying to avoid having this conversation.
"Okay."
You grabbed your pillow and headed for the couch, Aaron almost asleep before you could close the door behind you. You wanted to call Denise and ask if you could just come to stay with her, but leaving seemed like a worse alternative. Aaron made it abundantly clear that he had no interest in fixing things tonight, so you put in your headphones and paced the floors, trying to make yourself tired.
The sun was coming up, and your eyes had yet to close. You sat against the wall, staring out the window at the city below, trying to figure out how you'd fucked up so much in 24 hours. You were waiting on the sun to be out completely before you started the day; you weren't sure if Aaron still wanted to stay or go back to work. You were going to stay in New York, with or without him.
You didn't feel like writing in your diary. You didn't feel like doing anything. You were growing sadder by the second, Aaron's behavior had been so out of character for him, even if he was drunk. The sun came, so you decided to bathe and start the day.
You adjusted the shower to your liking, shuffling your music and climbing in. You kept the volume low so you wouldn't wake Aaron, terrified of what may happen if you did. It was the quietest shower you'd taken in a while, but it was peaceful, leaving you with your thoughts. You weren't angry with Aaron, you were just upset that he got drunk instead of taking the time to talk to you.
You hadn't slept, you hadn't eaten. You were cranky, and starving. Aaron had yet to budge, so you grabbed your bag from the floor and got dressed. You pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt, tossing your hair up before you ventured out to the streets below.
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Anakin and Padme modern AU Valentine's Day fic.
Anakin Pops the Question.
Photoshopped photo of Hayden and Natalie to the right below the gif is from devianart artist rosecrystals/ Shevia Soheyli. The other photoshopped photo I found on Pinterest. The gif I found on Pinterest.
For what seemed like the 10th time in a row, the young man withdrew the small velvet box from his suit pocket and flipped its lid, a radiant princess diamond engagement ring staring back at him.
An intricate design of angel wings adorned the band, a simple but sweet symbol representing what one particular woman truly meant to him.
"Will she say yes?
Will she say no?
I love her so much and want to spend the rest of my life with her. I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I want the honor of becoming Padme Naberrie's husband.
She is EVERYTHING to me".
A fellow patron of the lavish restaurant Anakin Skywalker was in passed by and reached the door to the men's bathroom when he saw the look of sheer terror on Anakin's face.
"Good luck dude".
As if he had been jolted by a sudden sharp pinch to his skin, Anakin flinched, coming out of his reverie. He remembered where he was and figured he had been standing near the small couch for longer than he should have.
"I hope everything works out," the man said.
A small smile struggled to reach Anakin's lips and the man nodded apologetically, as if he understood Anakin's turmoil before disappearing beyond the door.
Padme is going to worry soon and would no doubt start searching for Anakin the longer he remained practically immobilized.
But what if she, the love of my life, into her 5th year with me, rejects becoming my wife?
The meal recently consumed suddenly felt like it was churning violently inside Anakin, ready to be expelled from his stomach through his esophagus.
What am I going to do?
" Anakin,my love? Where are you?"
Anakin swallowed hard and quickly concealed the ring as his girlfriend slowly approached.
He ran a quivering hand through his sandy blonde mane while reaching out with his other to pull her close to him.
As nervous as Anakin was, he always took comfort in Padme's naturally sweet scent and calming aura.
" I was concerned something happened to you and so I came to see if you were all right. You've been particularly fidgety all evening", Padme noted .
She laid her palm on his chest.
" You can tell me anything my love. You know that, right?"
Anakin nodded and kissed her.
The couple began walking back to their table in the corner of the restaurant.
Anakin noticed the bill sitting atop the burgundy table cloth as Padme put on her coat and collected her purse.
" I finished eating while you were in the rest room and since your plate was empty too, I went ahead and asked for the bill. We can have something for dessert at my apartment if you like. There we can have more...privacy?"
Anakin's spirits lifted and dropped as another round of nerves assaulted his mind on how the night could end if he went through with his plan.
Though he couldn't resist returning her playful smirk at her suggestion.
" Whatever you want my beloved," he told her.
Anakin paid for their dinner and took his coat and escorted Padme out of the restaurant.
Anakin was driving them both back to her apartment and Padme kept her hand on his thigh during the entire ride to her home.
She could tell by his slightly labored breathing and the look he occasionally flashed her, she was having quite the effect on him.
" I have some ice cream we can share in a bowl", she offered.
Anakin smiled.
" I would love that angel".
" I love it when we have time to ourselves".
Anakin heard the distinct purr in her voice and bit his lip, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
He knew she was trying to help him relax from whatever was bothering him and he appreciated that.
Anakin, however, mentally cursed himself for not proposing to Padme at the restaurant like tradition and knew he had to find the strength to ask her sometime that night or he may never do it because the fear of her possible rejection would be too much for him.
" I couldn't agree more, my love", Anakin said.
Once they reached Padme's apartment and were inside, Padme kissed Anakin and offered him to make himself comfortable as usual.
She momentarily excused herself to change.
Despite having been in Padme's apartment on multiple occasions and sometimes spending nights with her, Anakin felt as if that evening was his first time in her residence.
He palmed the blue box in his pants pocket. The object felt heavier and heavier by the minute the longer he stalled.
He went into the kitchen for a distraction and retrieved a bowl and two spoons and scanned Padme's freezer in search of the ice cream she said she had.
Light Vanilla and Chocolate Swirl.
Anakin scooped some into a bowl and returned the ice-cream to the freezer.
He took the bowl and two spoons with him to the living room when he heard light foot steps drawing closer and closer.
" I am not sure what you're in the mood to...waa..."
Anakin couldn't finish his sentence.
When he turned Padme was clad in nothing but a soft turquoise lace lingerie dress, the hemline past her knees. Her chocolate brown curls were free from the bun that bound them earlier and cascaded down her shoulders.
His heartbeat accelerated a ten fold.
" This is your pajamas.? Not that I mind of course."
She smiled in response to his comment and chuckled when she heard him swallow.
Just breath, just breath, Anakin told himself.
Padme curled next to Anakin while he held the bowl of ice cream in his hand .
She reached for her tv remote and found a channel with light melodic music, allowing the soothing sounds to fill the room.
Anakin knew it was now or never after one bite of their cold treat.
"Padme, angel" Anakin began.
"Yes".
He set the dessert down and directed his attention to Padme, her sparkling brown eyes melting his soul.
The spoon stuffed in her mouth never detracted from her ethereal beauty.
"Is this connected to your nervous behavior all night", Padme asked after putting her spoon in the bowl on her coffee table.
Anakin sighed.
"Well...sort of..."....
He didn't know where to start.
" These last few years I have saved up enough with my management position at the automotive shop. I found a place, a house I want to move into in a beautiful neighborhood. I..I..its near the college you teach at and I...I wa was..h hoping you maybe could m.move in ww with me soon...but as more than...my....girlfriend....as my.....
The word Anakin wanted to say, poised on the tip of his tongue,evaporated.
Perspiration streaked his neck like he had run a mile in the blistering sun.
He decided on the one action that would simply convey what he wished to say.
The woman nestled close to her partner widened her brown eyes and clutched the fabric of her lingerie.
Her gaze never left the object that slowly opened to reveal an engagement ring.
Anakin breathed in slowly but, when he spoke again, emotion laced his voice.
" Since we were in school, I have always been in awe of you. You were and are my best friend, my lover, my partner, my confidant, my sweet angel and my queen, my Padme. I can't picture myself with anyone else. You are my heart and soul Padme. I was elated beyond belief when you welcomed me as your boyfriend five years ago.
Will you do me the extraordinary honor", Anakin asked, shifting off the sofa and leaning on one knee with Padme's outstretched hand in his, "of becoming my wife and spending the rest of your days with me?"
It was Padme's turn to sit, unable to move as she continued to stare at the piece of jewelry in front of her. She had already pondered her decision if such a question was ever asked of her, and if by Anakin in particular.
She was just absorbing the reality of the moment as it was happening right then and there.
Anakin wanted to be her husband and they discussed children before and agreed it was something they both desired one day.
She loved Anakin with all her heart and couldn't have been more overjoyed that he asked her to marry him.
Padme sensed the panic emanating off Anakin by the absence of her answer and realized his agitated state was from dread that she would say no to him.
She leaned forward and caressed his cheek and lifted his face that was stained with tears.
Her smile only brightened as she slowly brushed away the warm moisture and whispered lovingly, "You had nothing to worry about my love. I will love to change my name from Naberrie to Skywalker because it only feels right that I become your wife".
Anakin just stared, wondering if he heard her correctly while Padme wondered if he heard her at all because he hadn't moved and appeared to have fallen completely silent.
She said out loud," yes, I will marry you Anakin" and proceeded to kiss him fully on the mouth.
Padme sighed in relief when her boyfriend responded at last and his arms tightened around her, the box forgotten in his hand. She moaned when he pulled her tongue in his mouth and laid her down on her sofa, climbing on top of her.
"Ani," Padme whispered.
" You forgot something my future husband".
Anakin lifted his mouth from her neck and saw Padme wave her bare left hand.
"Oh, the ring!"
Laughter bubbled out of the ecstatic pair and Anakin took the ring from the box and kept his eyes on his fiancĂŠ as he slipped the stunning ring on Padme's left index finger.
She beamed and wasted no time in capturing his mouth in another tender kiss.
Anakin shuddered in pleasure as he deepened their kiss.
He was on cloud nine.
The woman he has cherished and loved since he was a child, who has always been his best friend, will soon become his wife.
He looked forward to their future together. Relationships took work and marriage took additional work but Anakin knew he and Padme would be all right. She deserved everything and more. He would make sure of that too, for she is Queen and he, her King.
Happy Valentine's day everyone( I know I am posting a day early but oh well, I felt like it. I am working on another little Anidala fic)
Have a beautiful day with all of your loved ones from romantic partners to family and friends.
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May the Force be with you!
#anakin skywalker#padme amidala#star wars#anakin and padme forever#fanfic#modern day au#valentines day fic#naberrie family#skywaker family
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I got my first proper request and I literally accidentally deleted it. Am I stupid? Yes. Did I immediately panic? Yes. Do I remember what was on it?........ mostly.
Haha anon I hope you see this I'm so sorry but ily.
The turtles s/o who's usually very calm but just bursts into anger.
Notes: swearing :) I think it's funny
Leonardo:
He's used to a very calm s/o, you like to meditate together, he's always been good with helping you with breathing exercises.
You both like to keep arguments to a minimum, and even when fights do take place there isn't a lot of yelling
But when your mother came to visit :) that was just :) a lot of pressure :)
And she stayed in your apartment :) for a week :) everything was fine :)
Leonardo hadn't seen you for an entire week, not an overly long time, but certainly not pleasant. And he knew that you got stressed when you couldn't see him often. So as soon as you texted saying you had dropped your mother off at the airport, he immediately came round.
You were already screaming the moment you walked in the door.
"Oh she has some nerve! Some nerve! Speaking to me like that!"
"I'm guessing you're car ride went smoothly."
"She's been bugging me all week! When are you getting married? When are you have kids? I want some grand babies before I die! Ugh! She's obsessed with maintaining this perfect image all because her friend's kids are married and making babies like rabbits!"
He stayed quiet, not exactly sure how to comfort you. It wasn't like he could provide you with these things, and by the sounds of it, your mother would never approve of your huge turtle boyfriend.
"She just can't get that I'm happy! I have my own life and it's perfect the way I want it to be! I have a perfect boyfriend! You're a fucking delight! Sheâshe's just so obsessed with her image that she'd never get that!"
"You... You think so?"
"I know so! She's too stubborn and she'll never get how fucking great you are and it justâ UGH! It fries my brain."
"Even though I... I can't give you all those things... I can't legally marry you, we can't have kids."
"Even if you could give me a mansion and a diamond ring, or if all you could give me was a-a fucking walnut! I love you Leonardo, not that prim and proper white satin wedding she's made a thousand Pinterest boards for. I love you, I just wish she would get it."
Leonardo leaned down and kissed your cheek
"I love you too."
He believed in dealing with anger appropriately, but seeing you defend him with such passion made him feel so much more secure.
Raphael:
He's seen you angry before, he encouraged it. He's all about helping you with your confidence, teaching you to not be afraid to take up space and stand up for yourself.
But holy cow. You were mad that night.
He'd warned you not to take the trash out at night, wait to the morning â or better yet, he'll take it out for you when he came to visit after patrol.
But you are Raphael's girl. You are stubborn.
So you take the trash out, and some absolute creep decides that "flirting" in a dark alleyway in the key to a girl's heart.
Raphael swooped in, told the man to scram. But bold and drunk, the man spits back with a "Oh yeah? And would she want anything to do with a freak like you? What are you gonna do? Hit me? Aw, big angry turtle, you're gonna scare your girlfriend away."
It was two of his biggest insecurities. His appearance and his rage, especially in regards to scaring you away. It was a low blow, Raphael should have known to just walk away.
But he clammed up, he'd never admit when his anxiety got the best of him and you don't blame him.
"Oh go fuck yourself. If a vile man like you doesn't scare me, why the hell do you think a good man like him would?"
"A good man? He's not a fucking man! He's some freaky turtle thing, a pretty little thing like you deserves a real man."
"And are you a real man?"
"More real than your little pet."
The next thing you knew, the man was on the ground. You assumed Raphael knocked him out, but Raph's standing behind you and you're the one with your hand in a fist.
"Oh my god. OhâOh Raphie I knocked him out! O-Oh my god!"
"Holy shit Y/N! You probably broke his nose!" Raphael is grinning, shaking your shoulders.
"I didn't mean to hurt him."
"He deserves a broken nose at the least for messing with you! He was an asshole and he needed someone like you to set him straight!"
"I, um, well, I suppose he did! Saying such horrible things about you, I-I guess he did need someone to put him in his place."
Raphael ruffled your hair, "Thank you, my knight in shining armour."
"That make you my Prince?"
"Your Prince who was right about not taking the trash out at night."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
He appreciated you standing up for him more than you could imagine. And he found it mighty hot how hard you hit that guy. Seriously! He must be a good self defence teacher.
Donatello:
Donatello loves you so much, loves holding you and hugging you whenever he can. He adores it when you sit on his lap while he works.
But do you like to cuddle when you sleep? Tough luck. Getting him to bed is like trying to lick your own elbow: near impossible.
Regardless, you try. Because every once in a while Donatello is too tired to fight and he will go to bed.
Tonight is not one of those nights.
"Baby, please, just come to bed. Everyone's already asleep."
"I'll be there in a minute, just go on without me."
You sigh, not really seeing the point in fighting. Instead you return to his bed, trying to keep yourself awake playing games on your phone. When half an hour passes, you go back and try again.
"Donnie come on, aren't you tired? I just want to cuddle."
"I just need to put some stuff on a hard drive, April's writing a new article, she needs it for tomorrow."
You sigh once more, "Promise you'll come to bed right after?"
"I promise."
Donatello's bed is comfortable, but it's more comfortable with him in. You force yourself to stay awake; despite your exhaustion you're determined to cuddle tonight. It's all you want.
But it did not take an hour to put some documents onto a hard drive. And he's being awfully loud for just typing away on a computer.
"Are you fucking joking right now?!"
He jumps, almost dropping the box of beakers in his arms, "Hey love... Can't sleep?"
"You're rearranging your lab?! Why are youâsince when do you rearrange things, huh? What the hell?!"
"I just y'know, thought things needed a change..?"
"Oh, and now is the time to change things, really? Of all the times to move your fucking beakers you decide to do it in the middle of the night after I specifically asked you to come to bed? Seriously?"
He gives a nervous grin, the kind that usually made you smile in return. But it was late â rather it was early at this point â and you were cranky.
"You can sleep without me, you're a big girl." He teased.
"I want to sleep with my boyfriend! I want to cuddle! Is that so much to ask for?!"
Donatello blinked, "You're right, I'm sorry, but I swear, I promise, I'll be ten minutes, honest."
"You can finish this tomorrow. If you're not in bed in the next ten seconds, I am going to scream and wake everyone else up."
"Don't be ridiculousâ"
"Ten."
Donatello jumped, quickly moving to shove supplies in cupboards a little recklessly. You continued to count down from ten, storming off back to his bed for hopefully the finally time this night.
By the time you got to the very firm "Three... Two... One..." Donatello was racing to bed, dived in beside you, crashing and knocking your heads together.
He'd never tell you, for fear you'd let it get to your head, but he kind of liked it when you got bossy.
Michelangelo:
Anger and Michelangelo just don't mix. They just don't. He's the king of communication, he's tries his hardest to avoid fights at any and all costs. You've always appreciated his determination to talk things out with you.
But with his brothers? He shuts down, he goes quiet and just accepts whatever blame they put on him: he knows they don't mean it, they only say mean things when they're angry.
But it hurts, hearing his big brothers tell him he's stupid, that he's childish, that he's lackadaisical.
"What kind of word even is that?! I swear Donnie must read a thesaurus as a bedtime story.."
So he's allowed to complain, and you let him ramble when he comes to visit. He sits on your bed and the words just tumble out of his mouth, lets you move around the room tidying up while he rants.
"I justâRaph keeps calling me stupid. And I justâI-I justâYou know, sometimes I believe it."
You freeze, sweater only half folded and turn to him, "But you're not stupid. Just because you're not some brainiac like Donatello doesn't make you stupid. If that was the case, then I'm stupid, Raph's stupid, April, Leo, Splinter is stupid. Do you think we're all stupid?"
"Wellâno, butâ"
"But what?"
"But I... I am a little stupid."
"No you're not! Mikey, how many times has you out of the box thinking saved the day? Y-You were the one who suggested playing friggen buck-buck to take down Shredder! Y-Your skateboardingâhoverboarding skills saved the world. You think your brothers could do that?"
Mikey scrunched his nose up, "That's not smart though. They're right. My-my focus is all over the place, I-I could never come up with a plan like Leo, I could never have half the brains Donnie has, and Raph justâhe gets things that I don't and I-I am stupid!"
"I need to have a word with your brothersâ"
"And that's another thing! Everyone still treats me like I'm some kid! I don't need you to have a word with them! You're not my mom."
"Then you have a word with them! But sitting here and complaining about things that just aren't true isn't going to change anything!"
He's taken aback. Much like himself, you hardly ever yell, never ever raise your voice at him.
"I am not going to stand here and let them insult you day in and day out! Either you do something about it, or I will!"
He blinks at you, you're aggressively folding the sweater in your arms and grumbling about how you could definitely take Raphael in a fist fight if need be. You mumble something about how nobody gets to speak to your boyfriend like that, and it finally clicks with Mikey.
"Alright. I'm going to talk to them," He's mostly talking to himself, "I'm going to show them that I'm not some stupid, ditzy, lackadaisical kid anymore. I'm your boyfriend, and nobody gets to speak with me that way!"
You beam at him, anger disappearing within the second with his newfound confidence, "Hell yeah! Nobody insults my boyfriend!"
"Your boyfriend!"
"My boyfriend!"
"Your boyfriend!"
His brothers' version of a wake up call is to point out his weaknesses, tell him what needs to be corrected. But you much prefer to build him up, point out his strengths.
But jeez, he does not like your angry face.
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Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, and Chrollo Head Canons #2
Whatâs up yâall! Thank you so much to the people who have given me feedback about what posts you all would like to see! This post will be about the âAdult Trioâ and Leorio about how they would help their significant other with a subject in college. This one is a good suggestion! Iâm going to incorporate fluff in this, as I am a sucker for fluff. I hope you all enjoy this! I most certainly do. This post is about 2687 words but don't worry, it's worth the read! These head canons came from my mind its a coincidence that some of these pictures match the thoughts. Portentous (old English) means wonderful or marvelous (in modern English) FYI: I am thinking about creating a discord server for both Voltron and Hunter x Hunter fans. I donât know how to use the fancy perks of discord yet, so if you know how to and can help me out, send me a message! Alright, letâs get to it! Obviously these images are from Pinterest.
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Leorio
âMr. Leorioâ, as we all know, is a sharp guy. He dresses in a suit, carries a suitcase, and wants to be a doctor. This man knows everything about academics, especially math and science. He will need to know these subjects to be a successful medical doctor.
Leorio received an A- in Calculus II and a B+ in Organic Chemistry. He was the only one that passed with flying colors while everyone else barely made it. He didnât gloat in their faces but as soon as he got into the hallway he jumped for joy.
He was extremely happy about his progress and counted the days until graduation even though that was in 5 years. Wow! Donât we love graduate school?!
He deserved the high grades because he spent countless nights studying missing parties, football games, and being with you just to make sure he was on the right track to graduating on time.
As we all know, Leorio wanted to pursue this career because he witnessed his best friend dying in front of him powerless to save him. The care for his friend would have been too expensive. Obtaining his degree was in honor of his friend; heâd save countless children, women, and men whoâd all thank him for his hard work.
Leorio didnât socialize much, but he did find himself hanging around a group of classmates that were a part of a co-ed fraternity that provided information on scholarship money for graduate school and job opportunities. This is where he met you. You didnât want to be a doctor but instead wanted to be a computer scientist and decided to volunteer for this fraternity job fair.
As he rejoiced, his smile faded when he saw you walking down the hallway; tears falling from your face not caring who stared at you. He quickly walked up to you, put his arm around your back, and gave you a soft hug.
âWhatâs the matter,â he asks.
You were failing Calculus, a class youâve been taking since the 12th grade but for some reason, you couldnât pass it. Everyone else had Aâs and Bâs, while you had a D. Dâs aren't accaetable in college; most make you retake the class.
âDonât worry. Iâve just passed my midterm. I can help you study. Youâll pass; trust me.â
Later on that evening, he kept his promise but gave it a unique twist. He kept the lights off and lit 4 Yankee-sized candles in the room that smelled like Lavender. In the background, he had piano jazz playing on his speaker. You felt confused for a moment. You and Leorio werenât necessarily dating but you both flirted with each other here and there. He wasnât a social butterfly, but he felt comfortable talking to you.
âUm...whatâs the music for?â
âIt helps me concentrate. Believe it or not, it helps my brain flow. You like it donât you?â
âNo, actually I donât.â Truth be told you loved it but you wanted to pull his strings a little. He looked up with a confused look.
âOk. Iâll turn it off.â
âI'm kidding! Itâs great!â
Whenever he cannot solve a Calculus question, he reviews similar problems from Algebra II. He applies this knowledge to your problem.
âPerform the indicated function evaluations for f(x)=3â5xâ2x^2 . Iâll solve the first part for an example: f(6+t) simply means you will exchange âxâ for 6+t. It will look like f(6+t)=3-5(6+t)-2(6+t)^2=-49 . Youâd distribute -5 and -2 to the numbers inside of the brackets in which they are next to.â
Wow, that was easy! Wait, not he must think youâre stupid.
âYou must think Iâm stupid, donât you?â
âOf course not! It took me a while to understand it too. Youâll apply the same knowledge for the rest.â
After what seemed like 4 hours (which was 2), you finally finished your homework! It was probably wrong but at least you made it past the 1st question! As you blew out the candles and turned on your LED lights instead, you see Leorio sleeping on your couch. Something about his soft face made you smile and place your hand over your heart.
âMy little doctor,â you whispered to yourself.
âWell, come give this doctor some company then. Iâm freezing over here!â
The throw blanket was large enough for you both. Snuggling on the couch was a great end to a stressful day.
Chrollo
To everyone else Chrollo was âBossâ or âBoss Manâ but to you, he was Chrollo. Big C was known for his love for poetry and language.
He read poetry any chance he had at lunch and even dinner. It had gotten so bad that you had to tell him for the millionth time âNo books at the table!â
Given his past, he always read at least 2 hours a day or one book a week. Reading is what got him through the day.
He was staying in your dorm for the day to relax because he had taken and passed his midterms to. The young thief thought about hiding in the closet but he didnât because he sensed that youâd be tense because of midterms.
As you walked through the door, you looked angry, so angry that you could punch a wall. He immediately rose to his feet, threw his arms straight out in front of him, and motioned for you to stop. You just stared at him blankly.
âCome here,â he said like you, on cue, melted in his arms. He was warm and the deepness of his cooing voice vibrated against your neck. âWhatâs the problem?â
âIâm failing this stupid Shakespeare class!â
âReally?â
âYes and if I donât pass this midterm Iâm going to fail the class for the 3rd time. I want to drop out! Who needs this scam anyway?!â
Chrollo held you a bit longer until you were ready to sit down and get to business. You pulled out your collegeâs book about Shakespeare plays and how he used Old English. Chrollo was the perfect man for the job! Heâs read Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet several times!
Chrollo read a few stanzas and explained them. He then had you read some on your own and explain them...still you canât.
He notices the problem immediately. He catches you snuggling comfortably against his toned arm, nearly falling asleep.
Chrollo laid at the very corner of the couch as you lay horizontally placing your head against his chest. You were comfortable but you werenât able to focus. He notices this and slightly demands that you go sit at the table. When it came to academics, he was serious.
For as long as he had been reading, he has an arsenal of vocabulary words ready to be of use. He created flashcards for you and had you flip them over for nearly an hour. You start to memorize the words!
But youâre not done yet.
âSay the word âportentousâ.â
âPor-ten-triousâŚ?â
âNo. Por-ten-tas.â
âTiasâŚ?â
He moved his chair next to you, just an inch away from your face. He cups your mouth and moves it as he speaks again. This wasnât a hard clutch, it was soft and he wasnât irritated but he could sense that you were becoming irritated.
âPor-ten-tas,â he said again.
Instead of letting your cheeks go, his eyes diverted to your lips. They were moist and plump, ready to be met by his.
âYour lips are gorgeous. Kisseth me quite quaint.â
Oh no. Look at the monster youâve created.
Chrollo created a reward system. Whenever he did things right as a child, he was rewarded with money and jewels. For every word you pronounced and defined correctly, he kissed you once. For each word you got correct in a row, heâd kiss you twice.
Soon enough he had kissed you so much that you couldnât see straight!
The kisses worked because you passed your midterm! Each kiss placed a stain in your brain that made you remember the definition and how to pronounce it.
You and Chrollo celebrated by drinking champagne and listened to him read Sonnet 23 and 57.
Hisoka
As unusual as it seems, Hisoka is gifted when it comes to Chemistry specifically. That is why you two work well together...there is some chemistry going on between you two.
His hair down and his glasses were his alter ego, it was something that made him act completely different than what you were used to.
When you all were freshmen, he would skip class, attend parties, and would be hungover almost every week but once he was called into the Deanâs office, he changed.
You slightly missed that edgy side of him, but you enjoyed having a serious beau.
Hisoka is a social butterfly and is the life of the conversation and you loved him for it but sometimes it was awkward.
While he was chatting away about Calcium (Ca) and Iron (Fe), you stood there nodding like an idiot. You had NO IDEA about what he was talking about and that is why you were going to drop your chemistry class.
âI saw an imbecile put aluminum foil in the microwave and it burst into flames. How did they not know that Microwaves are the radio waves falling under frequency around 2500 megahertz? Any metallic object detected by radio waves inside the microwave acts as a reflector of radio waves.â
You shove his arm hard. He was acting arrogant in front of his friends. You were used to this but it got on your nerves. You made mistakes, everyone does!...even those that almost burn down the entire dorm room.
You two leave the party and head to his dorm room. Once you were settled, you released a can of anger and threw it all over your boyfriend.
âHisoka? You just humiliated me.â
âOh? No one knows that I was talking about you, my dear.â
âDonât âmy dearâ me! I asked for your help and youâre ignoring me. I donât appreciate that. I didnât ignore you when you sprained your ankle, did I?â
âNo, you didnât, dear. I supposed I have a few hours to kill. What do you need help with?â
Hisokaâs way of studying was much different from other students. He exercises like crazy before he opens his textbook.
He listens to EDM instrumentals while on the treadmill and when he lifts weights. You werenât standing there like a trophy, he made you lift too.
âBeing healthy will help your brain flow more easily. Lift this dumbbell as heavy as you can.â
He ran a mile on the track upstairs. Sweat dripped from his face like he had been standing outside in the rain.
By the time you returned to his dorm, you were beyond tired. You laid your head on his pillow but just as you closed your eyes, he pulled you up on your feet.â
âNot on my watch,â he tutted. âItâs chemistry time.â
You were having trouble memorizing Chemical Formulas and this by far was the most difficult concept you had come across.
To make you stay awake, he turned on a bright LED light and faced it towards the table. The bright light nearly made your head fall off from the pain it reflected in your eyes.
Hisoka grabbed his book and began to write down the major chemicals on the periodic table and their charges.
âPay attention to the following abbreviations and charges: Calcium is Ca, Chloride is Cl+2, Carbide is C+2, and Carbon Dioxide is CO+2. Read these over and Iâll test you again.â
He did just that but you still werenât understanding. You were ready to give up.
Stupid scam. Why do I need a piece of paper to determine what I can do? You thought to yourself. Well, itâs obvious. If you canât do the work now, what makes you think you can do it at a job? Harsh, I know.
âLet me try this,â He said. He carried you to his bedroom and gently placed you on it. He took off his shirt and removed his glasses. âAluminum has a charge of +3 and Oxygen has -2. If there were three of me and two of my clones disappeared, how many of me are left?â
âJust you, right? Oneâ
âCorrect! Excellent.â
Wow, everything started making sense once he took his shirt off.
From then, he just inserted himself into the equation and then it started to make sense! He apologized for running his mouth earlier and promised to keep any more secrets between you two. The night ended with you sleeping in his bed wrapped in a cotton blanket just cuddling and that was it. And bam! You slept as sound.
Illumi
Dating the âhotâ quiet history buff was a flex of its own. Sure Illumi didnât talk to anyone besides you, but it didnât matter. People swooned if he looked in their direction.
History was a popular major during your era. People were not like their grandparents; they wanted to learn about other cultures besides their own. Illumiâs specialty was in world history and civilizations. The class was very interesting to you but there was so much information, you could barely process it.
Illumi often wrote his essays in one day proofread and all! He often charged people to look their essays over.
One time he made $500 in one year!
Glancing at your transcripts, he notices that you have a C- and offers to help.
âWhy are you looking through my stuff?â
Hey, heâs your boyfriend! But still, he should ask.
âSorry. It was up on the screen,â he said, throwing his hands in the air.
You began to blush in embarrassment. The hottest smartest man in the building now knew that you were failing one of the easiest classes on campus.
Placing his thumb under your chin, he lifted your head to meet his gaze. âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about. I can help you.â
âHow? I am so behind! I zoned out after chapter 2!â
âWeâll watch a movie.â
âOh, God! Not one from PBS is it?!â
âYes. How else are you supposed to learn?â
He turns on the movie and allows you to lay your head on his shoulder but not too much. He is aware of your tricks and he wants you to pay attention.
Every 15 minutes, he pauses the movie and asks you checkpoint questions. If you got them wrong, you had to stand up with your underclothes on (t-shirt and shorts) in the cool room for 10 minutes. If you got the questions right, he allows you to lay more comfortably. You were already in your underclothes but you were under the blanket.
He made you write down key definitions and the embarrassment of each section.
After the movie, he blindfolds you and reads out a term. Surprisingly, you got them all correct!
As a reward for your past midterm, he takes you to dinner at a restaurant where he slips a promise ring on your finger containing your birthstone.
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