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heartfullofleeches ยท 8 months ago
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[Tldr: Big spider wifey Yan and sweetie little human darling]
W...women... Tiny, kind-hearted Darling who welcomes the bitter rightful hier to their kingdom with open arms after she returns centuries after her trial and execution. Her new form frightens most, but Darling finds her piercing glowing eyes and ashened skin to be quite gorgeous. All those extra limbs she's grown would be wonderful for hugs. As the kingdom runs itself mad trying to find ways to defend themselves from the evil queen, Royal Darling is in their garden creating a bouquet of their favorite flowers to gift to her upon her arrival.
"You there... I've come to take what's mine. Give me my throne or I shall take it along with your head."
"...Okay! When is the wedding?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"T-the wedding?..... Seeing as I am the current ruler the only way you can become Queen now is if we are wed... Oh, is that not what you intended? I'm sorry... "
Darling knows the pain of being rejected by their people as well. Their dislike for their ruler has never reached the same scale as the former Queen's treacherous flock, but had there been anyone else left in Darling's family the crown would have been theirs. Nearly all of Darling's kin had been whipped out by some mysterious plague. Darling is all that's left and there have been whispers throughout the kingdom how unfit they are to wear the crowd for how soft hearted they are."
"hm, you are stronger than you appear. I suppose I can humor you for the rest of your natural life. I and the rest like me will outlive you and your people for eons...."
The Queen planned on killing Darling the day of their wedding. Did this fool truly believe she would want the last remaining member of that bastard bloodline who betrayed her to stay alive? It would be a spectacle for all to see, yet - as they day arrived her withered heart had changed its tune. Everyday since the Queen had agreed to Darling's proposal they waited outside her door with a fresh bouquet and handpicked fruits from their garden. They asked their servants to add minerals and rose petals to her water whenever she bathed so that the cracks in her skin hopefully never worsened. Though she never spoke back much in the beginning, Darling spoke to her as if they were already married.
It was almost.... endearing.
"Do you take this....woman to be your wife?"
"I do."
"And do you take this person to be your spouse?"
"....I do."
How humorous is it the Queen's rage was snuffed by a descendant of the people who made her as she is now. The new queen carries her adorable spouse in her arms every which way she goes. If her spies hear even a word of someone speaking ill of her angel for giving into her wishes so easily she'll have their tongue ripped out and fed to the hounds. The flower crown's Darling makes for her decay within a day's time atop her head yet she wears them with pride till the final petals falls.
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aphrogeneias ยท 10 months ago
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37 w Eddie ๐Ÿซก
roommate!eddie munson x fem!reader + we always snuggle, and this shouldnโ€™t be any different, but iโ€™m trying not to press my lips to yours because theyโ€™re right there and i donโ€™t want to pass up another chance, but you take initiative and do it yourself. oh.
warnings: fluff, a little suggestiveness, kissing. eddie being a soft boy.
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There is no excuse, at this point.
The only excuse he could give himself, at first, was that he's a tactile person. His uncle used to tell him he had eyes in his hands, always picking things up in order to look at them. His hands are always fidgeting, reaching, touching.
Eddieโ€™s friends are all used to it. He hugs, holds, and squeezes. Hands on their backs and arms, guiding, reassuring. Excitedly pulling and slapping when he's telling a story, or laughing.
This only grew tenfold when it came to you.
At first, he kept a safe distance. You weren't his friend, after all. Just Nancyโ€™s friend from college, someone who needed a place to stay after your last roommate bailed on you. Coincidentally, Gareth had left their apartment to move in with his girlfriend not too long before.
Fate, it seemed โ€” or just two broke young adults trying to make ends meet, which was, in a way, fateful too.
His caution was thrown out the window when he realized you were just like him in that aspect. It all started with small, delicate touches.
A hand on his back while you were sharing the kitchen space in the morning, too tired to get off each other's way. Messing his hair to tease him, kissing his cheek as a greeting anytime you got home. You'd put your feet on his lap during your self-appointed movie nights, and his hands would carefully land on your calves, rubbing your legs under his rough palms, and you wouldn't pull away.
The blue light of the television, the only source of light in the room, had him feeling light. Your soft skin on his hands, and the warmth under it, the fuzzy feeling of the hair there. He let them wander, squeezing your knee, massaging your feet, always keeping an eye for your reactions. It seemed as if you preened under his touch, leaning into it. As if, if he'd pull away, you'd ask for more.
After that, he grew bolder. Hungrier. It didn't help that you were always within his reach.
An arm around your waist while you bumped into each other in the hallway. Hovering over your back when you both had to use the bathroom in the morning, letting his chest graze your back. Pulling you closer on the couch, his arm over your shoulders, your head on his chest. Hands eagerly looking for your warmth, for your skin.
Hugs from behind in the kitchen, climbing into each other's beds at night. A habit that started because you simply didn't want to stop your late night conversations, so you'd drag yourselves from the dining table with mismatching chairs, or from the couch, and into each other's rooms.
Talking about the latest book you finished reading, the last band he got obsessed with, your hopes, your fears, whatever silly conspiracy theory he read about and couldn't stop thinking of. Sharing the same blanket, hands touching, legs too.
It doesn't take long until you're in each other's arms more often than not. There is no excuse. Eddie is a tactile person, and he longs for your touch. He'll seek it until you turn him away, but that doesn't seem like it's something you'd want either.
Tonight, your faces are almost touching. You're sharing the same pillow, the one that smells just like your hair. Vanilla and coconut, sweet like you. He chases the shadows on your face, dancing with the lamp light that comes from the opened window. You're speaking, but he's not entirely listening โ€” until you stop.
โ€œWhat is it?โ€ He whispers. The silence feels sacred.
โ€œNothing.โ€
It's not nothing, not when you lean in, neither when your lips touch his. Softly, and slowly, testing the waters. You catch his upper lip between yours, and kiss it. It makes his stomach flutter, like the wings of a moth, searching for the light. It's over too soon, and he almost whimpers with the loss.
He's learning forward, trying to catch your lips again. You giggle, putting a finger to his aching lips.
โ€œI'm sorry. Is that okay?โ€ You're whispering too. Neither of you know why.
โ€œDepends. Is it okay if I tell you that I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you?โ€ Eddie is honest. There's no excuse not to be.
You kiss him again, firmer this time. Your mouth lingers on his, and it tastes like sunlight. โ€œMe too.โ€
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etherealily ยท 6 months ago
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๐Ÿ„ฑ๐Ÿ„ป๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ…‚๐Ÿ…‚๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ„ณโ€‹ // โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ณโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ฆโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡นโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ชโ€‹ โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ฏโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ฆโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡จโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ดโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡งโ€‹โ€‹๐Ÿ‡ธโ€‹.
Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. SFW, but discretion advised. ๐Ÿƒ.
Part 1 : Whiplash
Part 2 : 9 Lives
Part 4 : Shards
Part 5 : Eighteen
Part 6 : Sin
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Tiny glimpse into his mind because why not?
Desc. : "His hand, so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face."
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It's not like Nate even knew you.
You just so happened to be the secret to his success, and maybe, perhaps his new obsession.
No biggie.
I mean, whole of the first week of spring break, he didn't text you, you didn't text him, and it was all great and normal.
Pissed him off to no end, because how the hell did you recover so quickly from having a fucking gun in your throat? But, hey, whatever. Maybe you were just that goddamn weird.
The second - and last - week of spring break was when shit got intense.
Because he thought about you.
He realized he hadn't even fucking seen you around town the entirety of it, and that might have freaked him out, just a little.
He worried, you see? Yes, only about his games, and his college apps, but now, all of them had been tied to you, with a pretty little bow around them.
So obviously, now he worried about you.
So, obviously, he needed to find out just where the hell your lucky ass had gone.
He narrowed it down to two options. Both perfectly reasonable, of course.
One, you just had tons of work and stayed indoors.
Two, you had been kidnapped and murdered by the opposing teams because they'd found out about your miracle-working.
See? Perfectly reasonable.
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It was a happy surprise to learn that you were basically closer to his house than you'd ever been before, after you'd taken up a job at the local supermarket.
Well, happy for him.
For you, it was more of a you-were-seriously-contemplating-suicide surprise.
"You listen to Elvis Presley?", he asked, dropping his purchase down on the counter. Your eyes never moved to it, and stayed on his.
That was one thing he noticed about you.
You were always observing, as if he were a rabid animal that would strike at any moment. As if he would reveal his sinister intentions to you within enough time for you to react.
"What?"
He nodded at the speakers on the wall around the establishment. "Those connected to your Spotify?"
You didn't want to answer unless you knew whether he was about to compliment or mock you.
"Sir, I think you should leave."
God fucking damn it. Why had he never thought about the fact that you wouldn't - (and couldn't)- call him a motherfucker at your workplace? His joy knew no bounds.
"That's so hot. Say it again."
You'd 100% expected that. It was clear on your face.
"There's other people behind you with more items to check out."
He swiveled his head around for a moment.
Old lady. Sometimes he wished he wasn't raised right.
He sighed, nodding. "I'm next up, though.", he warned sternly, pointing at you as he gestured for her to pass him by.
The old lady patted him on the shoulder and smiled, moving ahead with her purchase of an unholy amount of bread and cheese.
And what's worse?
She had coupons.
Way too many for Nate to stand smiling like a good boy behind her as she dug into her purse and fished out probably decades worth of them.
"Yes, dear, so just run all these."
"Uh, ma'am, I wish I could, but most of these are expired."
Thank god.
"Oh, well, you said most. Let's just sort through them and find the ones that aren't expired."
Would it be homicide to kill her? She didn't really have too long to live, anyway. He couldn't say he hadn't thought about it.
"Uh, okay, yeah, sure."
"This'll just take a minute, sweetie.", she whispered to Nate, pinching his cheek as if that would make time go by faster.
"How about I pay for you, ma'am? If that's alright?"
If he'd been allowed access to your mind, you'd never live it down, because you almost thanked him right then and there.
"Oh, there's no need for that, dear, I can-"
"No, please, I insist. It would be my pleasure."
"What a sweet boy."
Both her and Nate decided to ignore the derisive snort that came out of you as you swiped his card.
"Here you go, ma'am.", you smiled, placing the copious amounts of cheese into the bag, then stuffing the bread in, too. "Anything else?"
"Oh, no, that's it for me. God bless you, dear. Both of you."
Watching her walk out, he began to genuinely wonder if this absurd purchase was all part of some scheme some criminal had put up to steal without your knowledge.
"You hear that? We're blessed, you and me."
"Do you actually have anything to buy?"
"Of course I do. I'm not a creepy stalker.", he hissed, slamming his palm down in front of you. Slowly, he lifted it to reveal a stack of eleven condoms.
Oh, yeah, you were blessed with this fuckass' presence.
You sucked your teeth as your gaze traipsed from the condoms up to his eyes. One of them winked.
"Is that all?"
"Oh, come on, you're not even curious why I have them?"
"Probably for the dozens of bitches you're getting.", you scoffed, ringing it up. "$15.99."
"For eleven individual condoms?!"
You shrugged. "Inflation."
"Oh, they better inflate for the amount of money I'm spending."
He rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself as he pulled out the money from his wallet, instead of his card. "Fucking old lady with her bread and cheese."
"You maxed your card?"
"Yeah. Why do people buy so much shit they're barely ever going to use?"
"Like you with your condoms?"
Ah. Nate could've absolutely lost his shit laughing right there- you did care.
"I'm going to use it all. Trust me."
How many times was he going to use the phrase 'trust me' on you until he realized the meaning had eroded away into nothingness between you two? Probably a dozen more.
"Sure. Thanks for shopping with us. Have a great day."
He pouted, stuffing the packets into his pocket as he raised a brow. "You don't sound like you mean it."
"Nate-"
"And why are you even working here, anyway? Oh, shit, is it 'cause I cost you your internship with your perv boss?"
If he felt bad, the grin on his face wasn't really screaming guilt.
"No, fuckass, this is my friend's store, he just wanted someone to help him out for a couple hours."
"Whoa, wait, what happened to Sir? I liked that better."
That was a lie. He fucking loved it.
"Please, Nate. Stop."
"One condition."
There it was. It no longer seemed like he saw you as anything more than a boredom buster. Sudoku, or a crossword, basically. That was you to him.
"Answer one question, truthfully, and I'll leave this... otherwise empty store right after."
"I'm listening."
God, that's all he fucking wanted to hear, and it was oddly exciting. He could literally say anything, and you wouldn't block him out.
"What would you do if I told you that I have a body in my car right now?"
"What?"
"A body. A dead body. It's in my trunk. Right now. What would you say? What's your next move?"
It's like he expected you not to notice the fact that he was tracing shapes on your arm as he spoke.
"Cops."
At this point, even if he wasn't bluffing, you'd still have reacted so nonchalantly. Because it was all in all tiring to continue to play whatever twisted game he was playing.
"They're not an option. It's either silence or help me. Would you help me hide it?"
"Nate, did you kill someone?"
"No."
"Then why even ask?!"
"It's a hypothetical."
"No, probably not."
He tsked, looking away for a moment. "Wrong answer."
"Well, it's my answer."
He brought his fingers up to your face, and your slight flinch meant absolutely nothing to him. Imaginary hearts now plagued your skin. "Change it."
"My answer? No."
"Please."
"Nate, did you kill someone?", you asked once more, praying for an actual answer this time, be it in the negative or the positive.
He smirked.
"Thanks for the condoms.", he whispered, grinning as he gave your cheek a light pat - that was dangerously bordering on a slap.
Would your trunk be big enough to fit his body? You thought about it the rest of the day.
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His fingers rapped on his dashboard as he watched his phone, set down on speaker on the dashboard, too. Pick up, pick up, pick up.
"Hello?"
Yes. He'd never been this happy to hear someone's voice, and it kinda freaked him out. Okay, whatever. Not important.
"Y/N."
"Who is this?"
"The guy you broke all the rules with before spring break? Made out with on the bleachers?"
"You need to be more specific."
"You better be kidding."
"Of course I am." He had never felt more relieved to hear your stupid ass laugh. "What do you want? I'm not helping you hide a body."
He debated just asking you where you'd been all this time, why you hadn't shown up to a single party or hangout, but he decided he'd just outright ask the real question he needed answered.
"Which one's your window?"
A pause. "What?"
"The one with red or yellow curtains?"
"Nate."
"Red or yellow, babe?"
"Red." Good. You'd gotten so used to him that you didn't waste time pointing out the obvious by asking 'are you outside my house?!'.
"You sure it's not yellow?"
"That's my parents' room."
"Yellow looks more tempting.", he teased, as he shut the car door.
"I'm not messing around."
"Neither am I. Yellow it is."
"Nate!"
This was far too precious to him. You were actually worried. How cute.
The fact that he had to climb up wasn't really making him jump in joy, but he figured you'd enjoy that little touch of vintage chivalry.
Like fucking Rapunzel.
He tapped on your window once.
No answer. Don't fucking play around right now.
He knocked once more.
He was met with your extremely delightful glare as you slid your window up, watching him closely.
"Hey."
"Dude, you-"
"Shh, shh, shh. Let me in.", he mumbled, crouching to cram himself through, his hand still resting on the top of the pane.
"You're insane."
Immediately grabbing your face after he steadied himself, he hissed through gritted teeth, "Where the hell have you been?"
"What?"
"I didn't see you at all before today!"
"Yeah, we got a lot of work to do over spring break."
"This is why you don't take psychology, because you get stupid amounts of homework even during the holidays.", he muttered, as if he'd warned you about this eons ago.
"What do you want?"
"Party. You. Me. Now. Get dressed."
He almost punched you when you started laughing.
"You actually do have a sense of humour, Nate, good for you."
"I'm not kidding. Come on."
"No way in hell."
"You know what? No need to get dressed. You look great. Just come on. Live a little."
"You've already taken me to 'live a little' before, and I ended up shitfaced with a gun in my throat at school at 12:30 am."
Good. So you hadn't gotten over that. He didn't care if he was being sadistic - he was glad.
He sighed, flopping down onto your bed and ignoring the second glare to come from you that night. "This is so typically a teenage girl's bedroom."
He had no clue what he was saying, at this point. But he knew he was itching for a reaction, a reason for you to hit him again, so he could grab you and shut you up. He craved the conflict.
"Surprising, considering that's what I am."
"I mean, the band posters? Really?", he huffed, pointing around at your room as if he was giving you a tour of it.
"Have you even listened to Queen? Presley? Any of the oldies?"
The match was found. Time to light it.
"So the shitty music in the store was connected to your playlist.", he chuckled, shaking his head. "No wonder that old lady was so nice to you. She thought you were one of her Bingo buddies."
It was just a question of how long you could stand him sitting on your bed, disrespecting your music taste.
"If you're only here to invite me to a party, I'm sorry, I'm not coming."
"How would your family like me hanging out here?", he mused, tilting his head. You know, the one you'd probably love to bash into the pavement given a chance? That head.
You were so fucking hot when you were pissed, it was unbelievable to him. He could sense it, the anger.
The smell of your rage made him want to riot.
"You can't keep blackmailing me into doing what you want."
"Alright, fine."
Your uncomfortable frown made him snicker. "What's that look?"
"This is usually the part where you self-harm and tell me I'm being a bitch for not bending to your will."
"Tonight's different."
"Why?"
Because I'm going to unwrap every fucking secret of yours.
He shrugged, the corners of his lips curling downwards. "I don't want to."
"So, you'll leave?"
"I didn't say that.", he trailed off, watching you sit down on the chair across from your bed. "Let's just chill."
"Nate, when have you and I ever chilled?"
He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes at you, before giving you a sly smirk. His fingers emerged from his pocket as he pulled out a packet of pre-rolleds. "Right now."
"You're kidding."
"C'mon. Don't be a pussy."
"They'll smell it."
He lolled his head over to the door. "No, they won't. You're two floors up." He shifted to one side, patting the space next to him. "Come on, Y/N, don't end your badass streak so quickly."
His eyes followed you as you sat down gingerly, rubbing your forehead like he was causing you a genuine migraine. That's funny, she hasn't even seen me high, yet, (and she won't).
"Why do I let you do this?"
"Million dollar question if I ever heard one.", he scoffed, fumbling around his person for a lighter. He found it, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it, causing his next catastrophic words to come out a mumble. "But I'm glad you do."
He continued to watch your eyes change from frustration to mild fascination, to hesitation all in one second, as he puffed out through his teeth. "Fuck.", he groaned, handing it to you.
"I don't know about this."
"You think they'd like me?", he mused, looking at the door, and then back at you. "I'm known to make a good impression with parents."
"The no-blackmail thing didn't last long.", you huffed, taking it from him. Nate almost made out with you right then and there, the way your lips wrapped around it as if they were made only for him.
"Didn't want to break tradition.", he snorted as you coughed and sputtered, handing it back to him quickly.
"Gross."
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The last thing he'd expected from that evening was actually staying. He'd thought he'd get you stoned, you'd pass out, and he'd leave.
But here you were.
Next to him.
Freaking him the hell out.
He looked down at his watch. 2 AM. Fuck.
"I gotta go."
"You've been saying that for the past three hours."
Shut up. "Eh, well, it's not like my parents are worried."
"Why not?"
"They know I can handle myself."
"Right, because I'm such a threat."
"God, no. They'd love you." He shook his head subtly, grinning as you nudged his face playfully with your foot from across the bed. "You should come over, sometime."
"I'm not coming over, Nate."
The weed made sure you didn't push him away when he gently grabbed your leg. "Why not?"
"Because we're not friends. There's no reason for me to meet your parents."
"I just think it's right that you get to judge my room, too.", he muttered, lips on your ankle like it was his life support. "You know, justice or whatever."
"It's probably all monocoloured, plain, boring crap."
"Only one way to find out.", he teased.
He despised the silence that followed. High-you wasn't exactly chatty, it seemed.
"Tell me something about you."
"Like what?"
He shrugged. "Anything."
"This is my first time smoking weed."
"Not exactly a secret, sweetheart."
"You didn't ask for a secret."
"Now I am. Tell me a secret."
"I hate football."
You were more resilient than he thought, seeing as you'd smoked three cigarettes already, and the most you'd given him was your sports preferences.
But he'd take what he got.
"Because of me?"
"No, just generally."
"But you came to games.", he countered.
"Because of Maddy."
"You guys are close?"
You nodded, stirring slightly as you looked out your window. "Mhm."
"So she told you." Shit.
You tilted your head, sitting up as he gripped your calf, moving closer and placing kisses on your knee, too. "About?"
Well, if you didn't already know, no need to tell you.
"To come to the games."
"Oh. Yeah."
Nice save, Jacobs.
"I guess now I owe you a secret, huh?"
"I guess you do."
"You're not gonna like it.", he murmured, lazily tracing even more shapes on your knee, while his other hand had trailed up to your arm. "But I love your lips."
He smiled when the corners of your eyes crinkled up and you burst into a fit of giggles. "What?"
"It's true. They're perfect."
"God, I love weed."
You would, seeing as you smoked more of it than he did. Enough to kind of make him feel slightly guilty.
"It's not just the weed saying this.", he continued, shaking his head. "I'd fight wars for those lips. For you."
He shouldn't have liked the fading of your laugh so much, the slight trepidation brewing on your face, either, but for some reason, he did. "Nate, I'm not... I don't wanna-"
"Be fought for? Why not?"
He took the silence as a cue to brush his finger against your cupid's bow. "You don't think you deserve it?"
He watched your lips move under his finger as you shook your head, side to side. "Well, I do. And, guess what?"
"What?"
"I got another question for you."
Your frown was your response.
"Why didn't you push me away when I kissed you that night on the bleachers?" He knew the answer. Of course he did.
"I was drunk."
"Yeah, see, you weren't that drunk.", he taunted. But no, you were. He'd given you basically one and a half bottles. Just like tonight, taking barely ten puffs while you took thrice as much. You just hadn't noticed.
"I don't know, then."
"I just think that if you didn't push me away, it can't have been the terrible experience you made it out to be, in the car."
"What do you want to hear, Nate?"
"That you want to do it again. 'Cause you do. Don't you?"
"I don't."
"Yes, you do. If you could see your own eyes right now, you'd agree."
"Really?"
"Mhm."
He waited for a reaction, a scoff, an eye roll, anything, but you just looked back at him, and then down at the hand he was holding. Oh, it was the weed.
So he took matters into his own hands. No. He took you into his own hands, tracing the gap between your lips with his tongue before he pushed it in.
Your lips were war-worthy, just like before. But this time, something was different. This time, you kissed back.
There we go.
His hands ran over your back as though he were splaying a huge deck of cards across a table, and he came to the grave realization that maybe, just maybe, he was no longer doing this just for a reaction.
"Come here.", he murmured, making up for his lack of oxygen by trying to steal yours as he pulled you onto him. How Shane Crestin hadn't killed himself over the fact that he'd fumbled this bag, he'd never know. Loser.
His hands slipped under your shirt. Wrong move, seeing as you pulled away. "No."
Wasn't weed supposed to last longer?
"What?"
"I'm not... no."
"You seemed into it, like a moment ago. Face it : you want this. No amount of bullshit self-respect or whatever you wanna call it, is going to change that.", he responded, coolly, as he took a drag from the blunt, his lips immediately feeling the lack of yours.
"You're just trying to get back at Maddy."
God, he wished that were true. Would make much more sense.
He sighed, his forehead on yours. "I'm not, but you're not going to believe me.", he mumbled, watching you get off him and move back to the other side of the bed.
Oceans away. Too fucking far.
"I'm sorry." There was something he hadn't said in a while. "For, like, everything."
"Why am I so fucking important to you? If I just showed up to every game for you, would you leave me the fuck alone? No, you wouldn't, because you sought me out during spring break! Am I just an easy target?"
No. "I don't... I don't fucking know, okay? You just are."
"Is it 'cause you hate me?", you questioned, so quietly that he had to debate whether to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness or actually kill himself in guilt for eliciting it.
"What?"
"Do you hate me?"
"For what?" He had no fucking clue what this could be about. Every single thing he'd done so far indicated the opposite. But he didn't want to let himself go there.
"Being your good luck charm."
Oh. He had to think about that one. "No. It would be weird if it was someone else."
"I just mean... it must be frustrating, when you need someone, and they might not always be there."
"But you will, right? Be there?"
"You scare me, Nate."
He scoffed, slightly, rolling his eyes. "You're unbelievable. Why? Gimme one reason - a real one - why you're scared of me."
"You're violent."
Okay, he was hoping you'd give an invalid one.
"I like beating people up.", he shrugged. "But never for no reason."
"Not exactly a secret, sweetheart. And anyway, it's not only the beating up that you like."
"Hm?"
"You like getting beat up, too."
Remind him never to give you weed again.
"Why would I-"
"On some level, you feel like you deserve it.", you replied, shrugging as you took a long puff of the miracle weed that apparently made you unreasonably perceptive.
Okay, confirmed, not even the word weed would be mentioned around you anymore.
"You think I deserve it?"
"Mostly, yeah. But not... all the time."
"How do you know so much?", he asked, watching your fingers get lost in your hair. He couldn't afford eye contact.
"Psychology."
"See? You shouldn't have taken it. It's creepy."
You sighed, smiling as you looked up at the ceiling. "Sorry."
He did not expect you to back down, that was for sure.
"It's fine. Never giving you weed again, though."
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It actually took until the very last day of spring break for him to catch up with you again. Not like he was pissed that you pushed him away, or anything. Or that he was confused about the entire interaction in the bedroom of someone who, until three weeks ago, he wouldn't have been caught dead talking to. He was just busy. Sure. Let's go with that.
"Hey."
"Not now, Nate."
"What is your problem?" Wait, no. That kinda talk was why you were pissed at him. "Look, we should start over."
God, he sounded like a cunt. This was definitely something that pathetic Shane Crestin would say. Ew.
"Okay. Can you start by going over there?", you asked, restocking the shelves with whatever bullshit condiment you had to.
"I'm an ass. I'm a jerk, I'm- I'm a dick."
You were silent for a moment, before you added: "A small one, too."
He sighed, beaming with relief. "A small one, too.", he agreed, nodding. "I'm just here to ask you over to dinner. My house. I'll even cook."
Dude, if you didn't agree, he'd actually fucking kill you.
"No way you cook."
"Only one way to find out."
He saw the falling apart. The gradual breaking down. The glacier was melting. "I'll listen to Queen or whatever, with you."
The quiet was taunting him, but you came to his rescue. "No steak."
"No steak."
Yes. Fucking yes.
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ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU โœฆ DR3
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โœฆ DEBRIEF: Amid the vibrant energy of a New Year's Eve party, chance encounters led to unexpected connections where captivating eyes, a charming accent, and a carefree personality were all she needed to be forever enchanted by his presence.
โœฆ PAIRINGS: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader
โœฆ CHECKERED FLAG: 7.3K words
โœฆ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, latina!reader, fluff, really sappy thoughts, there's a nine-year age gap.
โœฆ MAY'S RADIO: holis babes! i'm back with another attempt at writing! the last chapters were angsty and i needed a lil bit of equilibrium so please enjoy reading how the night they met went. Y'all can thank Tally for it <3 + FYI, the next chapter is nowhere being finished yetโ€”this is a little treat for y'all because of thatโ€” this past month has been crazy at my job and the chia seeds' harvest season starts in June so I'm not sure how much timeโ€”or energyโ€”I'll have. I'd probably be a bit absent but I'll try my best to keep this show going. Also, can you guys find all the references? ๐Ÿ‘€ PLEASEEEE let me know what you think of this. 'kay, byeee.
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December 31st, 2019 | 6:27 p.m.
As the world buzzed with excitement in anticipation of the approaching New Year, with its promises of new beginnings and fresh starts, I found myself yearning for something different. While others eagerly made plans for extravagant celebrations and wild parties, my heart longed for the simple comforts of home. The allure of crowded festivities and glittering fireworks paled in comparison to the warmth of my own cozy sanctuary, where I could embrace solitude. In a world that seems to thrive on noise and commotion, all I desired was the quiet embrace of familiarity and peace.
Despite my steadfast resolve to stay home, I found myself facing relentless persuasion from a certain Dutch DJ, my long-time friend Martin Garrix. His invitations to join him at a New Year's Eve party in New York, where he was scheduled to perform, grew more insistent with each passing week. Not content to pursue this endeavor alone โ€”and knowing he wouldnโ€™t be able to win this battle by himselfโ€”, Martin enlisted the help of my closest confidantesโ€”Fio, my ever-reliable personal assistant; Vittoria, the vivacious soul who never shies away from adventure; and Danna, the wise and grounding presence in our lives.
You'd think that at 21, with a career that keeps reaching new heights everyday, I'd be excited to join those types of celebrations.
Nuh-uh.
Years ago, the prospect of attending a high-profile party filled with celebrities and socialites would have thrilled me beyond measure. Back then, I reveled in the glamour and excitement, relishing the chance to mingle with the elite and bask in the spotlight.
Furthermore, the aftermath of my final breakup with Harry โ€”after two years together and the last year of it being on-and-offโ€” had left me feeling disillusioned and wary of the intentions of those around me. Once the darling of the celebrity circuit, I now found myself excluded from the inner circles I once frequented, my invitations to exclusive events dried up almost overnight. It's a harsh reality I had to come to terms with, one that has left me questioning the true nature of the friendships I once held so dear.
With Martin's persistent pleas ringing in my ears, I gathered my resolve and attempted to explain my desire for a quiet evening in. โ€œGuys, I really appreciate the effort, but I just want to stay home tonight,โ€ I insisted, sinking deeper into the cushions of the couch. โ€œI've been looking forward to a High School Musical marathon all week.โ€
Fio, my fiery assistant, raised an incredulous eyebrow. โ€œHigh School Musical? Are you serious, chica? This is New Year's Eve! Yo lo que quiero es que salgas a janguear patabajo y pasarla de show. You can watch Zac Efron dance any other night!โ€ Hailing from the sun-kissed shores of Puerto Rico, she wore her heritage proudly, her voice ringed out with the rhythmic cadence of her native land.
Vittoria, the true embodiment of Brazilian beauty and spirit with her sun-kissed complexion and luminous smile, chimed in with a playful grin. โ€œYeah, fofinha, come on! You can even ask Martin to play โ€˜The Start of Something Newสผ if it pleases you,โ€ she grabbed my left hand between both of hers and tugged at it, โ€œWe can dance and sing along to Zac Efron together at the party!โ€ she exclaimed, shaking my arm excitedly.ย 
Well... I could definitely ask Martin to play it, he'd probably say yes in a heartbeat if it meant I would cave in and go to this party. After all, he's been awfully insistent on my attendance.ย 
Danna, the 23-year-old American with an effortless grace and quiet confidence, offered a gentle smile. โ€œI understand wanting a cozy night in, but trust me, you'll regret missing out on this party. It'll be a night to remember.โ€ she punned with a wink and smiled when Vitto offered her an enthusiastically high five. Vitto sometimes reminded me of a puppy with an impressive amount of energy and excitement, always prompting me to try and keep up with her and leave my comfort zone.
Despite their protests, I remained steadfast in my decision. There was no way I was moving from this couch. โ€œThanks, guys, but I'm sticking to my plan. You all go ahead and have fun without me.โ€ However, I was but a simple human surrounded by three forces of nature and it was super clear that my friends had other ideas and soon they were bustling around me, pulling me off the couch and insisting I get ready for the night ahead.
Reluctantly, I allowed the girls to coax me off the couch and into action. With Fio's enthusiastic energy, Vittoria's impeccable sense of style, and Danna's calming presence, they transformed my quiet night in into a whirlwind of preparation for the party.
Fio rummaged through my closet, pulling out a stunning short dress made with net-woven high-end silver jewelry that wouldโ€”quoting herโ€”help highlight and show mi sazรณn latino among the precious stones, while Vittoria offered her expert opinion on the perfect outfit. โ€œUff mami, that definitely screams โ€˜New Year's Eve glamโ€™!โ€ she declared, holding up the sparkling ensemble that catched the light just right.ย 
Meanwhile, Danna took charge of my hair and makeup, opting for a soft, glamorous look. โ€œYou're going to turn heads tonight, babes,โ€ she assured me, brushing a hint of shimmer onto my cheeks.ย 
Despite my initial resistance, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as I watched my reflection transform before my eyes.
โ€œWho knows, babes,โ€ Danna paused, carefully applying a nude shade gloss to my lips. โ€œMaybe youโ€™ll find your own Troy Bolton tonight, and have your own The Start of Something New momentโ€ she wiggled her eyebrows playfully.
โ€œYou are on a roll tonight with the puns and references, arenโ€™t you Dannita?โ€ Fio peeked out her head from inside my closet and asked jokingly, letting out a laugh while she ducked from a damp sponge lightheartedly tossed her way by Danna.
โ€œNossa, cara! Vocรช parece uma deusa!โ€ Vitto exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration. (Wow, dude! You look like a goddess!)
A blush crept up my cheeks at her compliment, and I turned to Danna with a grateful smile. โ€œSeriously, Danni, you've outdone yourself,โ€ I praised her, marveling at her skill in transforming me for the evening. โ€œThank you for making me feel like royalty.โ€
With a modest smile, Danna accepted my gratitude, her eyes shining with pride at the success of her handiwork. And then, just as the last finishing touches were being applied, she posed the inevitable question: โ€œSo, what are your New Year's resolutions?โ€
With a playful grin, I shrugged, the weight of the question settling over me like a familiar cloak. โ€œI think this year,โ€ I replied, my voice tinged with determination, โ€œI just want to have fun and focus on myself. No boys, no drama, just me.โ€ It was a simple resolution, yet one that carried a weight of significance, a commitment to prioritize my own happiness and well-being above all else.
As I sat there, unaware of their subtle exchange, the girls exchanged knowing glances and smiles, a silent understanding passing between them. Little did I know, they had orchestrated this moment with a shared knowledge of Martin's plans for the evening.
After I was allowed to rose from my seat, I grabbed and put on the large hoops and a set of very discreet rings that Vitto opted for, she explained to me that the expensive design I was wearing โ€˜perfectly adorned my tanned skin in such a way that I did not need almost any other accessory to elevate the look to its maximum potentialโ€™.ย 
As I waited for the girls to finish getting ready, I idly scrolled through my WhatsApp contacts' status updates, seeking a distraction from the anticipation bubbling inside me. My mom uploaded a video showing all the food they had cooked for dinner. A homesick feeling hit me even if I just came back from spending two weeks at home. Next, Martinโ€™s status showed up on my screen, he posted a photo showcasing his DJ set getting set up for the party. I tapped on his name and took a quick selfie flipping him off playfully and sent it, he didnโ€™t take long to respond with ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝDoes this mean I won?โ€ followed by two pairs of eyes emoji. โ€œYesโ€ I answered, also followed with the rolling eyes emoji.ย 
I scrolled through a couple others, when I stumbled upon Selenaโ€™s. She posted a selfie all dolled up with her friends and pinned New York City as her location which piqued my curiosity. I composed a brief message, my fingers dancing over the keys as I typed out a casual inquiry about her plans for New Year's Eve in NYC. A response appeared on my screen moments later, โ€œHey girl! Weโ€™re actually heading to a party at The Bowery Hotel. What about you?โ€ a smile tugged at the corners of my lips as excitement coursed through my body, I havenโ€™t seen Sel in a while! Weโ€™ve been friends for years and she was one of the few people that was always there to lend me an ear and words of advice whenever I went through a rough patch in my life. โ€œNo way! That's where weโ€™re going too! Maybe we'll bump into each other!โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s awesome!!!!! I'll keep an eye out for you. See you there!โ€ she replied. I let out a little happy sigh and shook my head. With my friends by my side, laughter filling the room, I began to anticipate the night ahead with a newfound sense of anticipation. Maybe, just maybe, this New Year's Eve won't be so bad after all.
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Unbeknownst to the singer, Martin's persistent efforts to persuade her to attend the party were driven by a secret agenda. For months, he has harbored a hidden desire to introduce her to a friend of his, in the hopes of sparking a connection between them. Despite Martin's best intentions, his attempts to orchestrate their meeting have thus far been thwarted by her obliviousness to his matchmaking schemes.
After receiving the confirmation that the first part of his plan had been successful, Martin discreetly sent a text message to his friend, informing him of her attendance. โ€œShe's finally agreed to come,โ€ he typed, a hint of excitement evident in his words. โ€œBe ready to charm her off her feet.โ€
On a different hotel floor, a 5'10'' curly-haired Aussieโ€™s mind raced with possibilities, wondering who this mystery woman could be.
With a shrug, he tapped out a quick reply, his fingers flying over the keys as he crafted a response. โ€œSounds intriguing,โ€ he typed, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. โ€œLooking forward to meeting her. Just hope I can keep up with your high expectations mate!โ€ As he hit send, Daniel couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that lingered in the air.
Daniel's phone buzzed again with a response from Martin, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the playful banter that ensued. โ€œOh, don't worry,โ€ Martin's message read, โ€œI have complete faith in you. Just be yourself, thatโ€™s all you needโ€
Daniel grinned at his friend's confidence. Despite not knowing much about this mysterious woman, he couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation that coursed through his veins. With a sense of determination, he resolved to make the most of this opportunity, determined to leave a lasting impression on whoever this enigmatic figure turned out to be.
Little did he know, this chance encounter would set the stage for a fateful meeting that would change the course of his life in ways he never could have imagined.
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As the sleek black car pulled up to the curb outside The Bowery Hotel, the pulsating energy of New York City's nightlife enveloped us like a warm embrace. Stepping out onto the bustling sidewalk, we were greeted by the soft glow of string lights and the distant hum of music drifting from the rooftop above.
Linking arms, we made our way through the elegant lobby of the hotel, the click of our heels echoing against the polished marble floors. Excitement crackled in the air as we rode the elevator to the top floor, anticipation mounting with each passing moment.
As the doors slid open to reveal the rooftop terrace bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights, we were met with a breathtaking view of the city skyline glittering against the night sky. The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air, mingling with the infectious beat of the music that pulsed through the crowd.
We stepped out onto the terrace and navigated through the crowd, the scent of champagne and laughter filled the air; our eyes alight with wonder as we took in the scene before us. The air was alive with the hum of excitement for the new year ahead.
Finding a secluded corner of the rooftop, I paused and craned my neck in search of the blond responsible for me being away from my cozy apartment that night. I spotted him talking with some people near where his set was set up. When our eyes met, he waved enthusiastically, his excitement palpable even from a distance.
Exchanging quick pleasantries, Martin excused himself from the group he was chatting with, his strides purposeful as he made his way towards our little circle. With a grin that could light up the entire city, Martin reached our group, his charismatic presence immediately drawing us in. โ€œLadies, you look stunning tonight,โ€ he greeted us with a cheeky smile on his face, โ€œand well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence,โ€ he teased, his voice laced with playful banter as he directed his attention towards me.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes in mock exasperation, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. โ€œI had four people ganging up on me, Martin, I couldn't exactly resist for longโ€ I replied, my tone teasing as I shot him a playful glare.
Martin chuckled, his laughter infectious as he leaned in to give me a playful nudge. โ€œThat's what I like to hear! Now, let's show you what you almost missed by being a grumpy old lady tonight,โ€ he exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious as he gestured towards the bustling rooftop party surrounding us.
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Half an hour later, Daniel made his way through the vibrant crowd, his eyes scanning the faces around him, he caught sight of Martin amidst the sea of revelers. With a nod of recognition, he approached his friend, a curious glint in his eyes.ย 
Martin turned towards him with a grin, anticipation dancing in his eyes. โ€œHey! Whatโ€™s up, mate?โ€ he gave him a quick hug. โ€œShe's already here," Martin exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement.
Daniel's interest was piqued, and he glanced around the crowded rooftop, searching for any indication of who Martin was referring to. โ€œOh, really?โ€ Daniel replied, his curiosity evident in his tone.
Martin nodded eagerly, but instead of gesturing towards our group, he simply smiled mysteriously. โ€œYep, but I'll introduce you later. Duty calls,โ€ he said with a shrug, gesturing towards the stage where he was needed.
Daniel's brow furrowed slightly in confusion, but he simply nodded in understanding as Martin hurried off to fulfill his obligations.ย 
Martin's cryptic reply intrigued Daniel, sparking his curiosity further. He decided not to dwell on it for too long. With a shrug, he turned his attention back to the lively atmosphere of the party, eager to enjoy the night ahead. As he mingled with his friends, his thoughts occasionally drifted back to Martin's enigmatic words, wondering who exactly the DJ was referring to and what significance they held. But for now, he was content to simply soak in the excitement of the moment and let the night unfold as it may.
As Daniel's gaze lazily scanned the room, it landed on a group of vibrant individuals, among whom stood a figure that instantly commanded his attention. His eyes locked onto hers, and he felt a jolt of electricity course through him as their gazes met. In that fleeting moment, the noise of the party faded into the background, and all he could focus on was the captivating presence of the woman before him. Despite the nagging reminder of his supposed obligation to meet someone else, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her, his curiosity piqued and his interest unmistakably piqued.
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Throughout the night, I found myself engaged in conversation with Selena and both of our friend groups, along with a few others who had approached us. However, the initial excitement I had felt was beginning to wane as my social battery ran low. I forced laughter and plastered on fake smiles as the people around us tried to create conversation, drawn to us for our status and connections rather than genuine friendship. My walls were up and I couldnโ€™t help but be filled with nostalgia for the days when I effortlessly navigated the social whirlwind. God knows how I was able to endure all that, but now, that shiny faรงade of fame no longer held the appeal it once had. My eyes kept shifting around the multitude, trying to find an escape in the midst of the bustling party. Martin had to leave us after a while to greet other people that Iโ€™m sure he also invited. And now he was on the stage making sure everything was ready for the show, so that ruled him out of the equation.ย 
I found myself wishing I could channel Fio's bold attitude, and just tell all these phonies to go palโ€™ carajo. She had this undeniable strength and fearlessness about her that I envied. I couldn't imagine myself possessing even a fraction of her confidence. Yet, all of these thoughts melted away when my gaze landed on his face across the rooftop.
In that moment, it felt as though the chaos around me dissipated, leaving only him in sharp focus. Our eyes met, and a smile graced his lips, instantly captivating me. There was something magnetic about him, an inexplicable allure that drew me in without a word spoken.
His smile held a warmth that felt achingly familiar, as if we shared some unspoken connection that transcended the bounds of time and place. With each passing moment, his gaze seemed to deepen, as though delving into the depths of my soul with a silent question: โ€œHave we met before?โ€ It was a question that echoed in the recesses of my mind, sparking a curiosity that I couldn't shake.
As I stood there, locked in this wordless exchange, I couldn't help but wonder about the secrets hidden behind those piercing eyes. Despite the throng of people around us, it felt as though we were the only two souls in the room, bound together by an invisible thread of fate.
Suddenly, his silhouette cut through the crowd, moving with purpose and determination. With each step he took, my heart quickened its pace, anticipation rising in tandem with the rhythm of my pulse. The air crackled with a silent energy and I found myself holding my breath caught in the gravity of his presence. The distance between us narrowed, until finally, he stood before me, his eyes locking onto mine with a magnetic intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
As he extended his hand towards me, a rush of warmth flooded through me, tingling at the touch of his skin against mine. โ€œHey,โ€ he said, his voice smooth and resonant, sending a ripple of anticipation coursing through me. โ€œI'm Daniel.โ€ His name rolled off his tongue with a certain charm and a twinge of an accent, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him even more.ย 
โ€œHiโ€ I managed to say, attempting to regain my composure. โ€œI'm Y/N.โ€
โ€œY/N,โ€ he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue with a hint of curiosity. โ€œLovely name for a lovely lady.โ€
I could feel my cheeks flush at his compliment. โ€œThanks,โ€ I replied, trying to play it cool. The spell broke for a moment as he suddenly realized that there was a group of people staring at him, his own cheeks seemed to redden for a second but he recovered fast and greeted them with a radiant smile. I couldn't help but admire the way he carried himself with such effortless charm. The realization sinked in that this wasn't just any charming stranger โ€“ holy shit, this was Daniel Ricciardo, the Formula 1 driver.ย 
A playful glint danced in his eyes as his eyes drifted back to me, and a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His easy charm catched me off guard, and I found myself blushing involuntarily. I stole a quick glance at my friends, who shot me knowing looks, clearly amused by my reaction. It's as if they could read my mind, teasing me silently.ย 
Okay Y/N, keep your cool. He is just a dude, I thought as I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. He is a gorgeous, smoking hot dude with a megawatt smile who smells wonderful. ยกAgh, mierda!.ย 
Yeah, I was fucked. I guessed it was time to put those acting skills to use.
โ€œSo, Daniel, what brings you to this fabulous party?โ€ I tilted my head as I asked, I prayed it came out in a flirty but nonchalant way and not in a way that revealed the nervous flutter in my stomach. Daniel grinned, his gaze lingered on me. โ€œWell, a friend insisted that I come, said it was going to be the party of the year. And, I must say, meeting someone as captivating as you was an unexpected bonus.โ€
A light blush spreaded across my cheeks at his words, and I glanced away momentarily, trying to regain my composure. โ€œFlattery will get you everywhere, won't it?โ€
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. โ€œI certainly hope so.โ€
I chuckled, trying to play it cool. โ€œWell, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?โ€
He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. โ€œChallenge accepted,โ€ he replied, leaning in closer. With a playful smirk, he asked, โ€œBut first, would you like to grab a drink?โ€
The playful exchange between us continued as we made our way towards the bar, the atmosphere around us seemingly faded into the background as we became engrossed in each other's company.
Our playful banter flowed effortlessly, each quip and witty remark met with a matching response from the other. It's like we were in our own little world, oblivious to the party swirling around us as we exchanged jokes and anecdotes. There's something about him that feels like coming home, yet I know we've never crossed paths before. His genuine smile and easygoing demeanor put me at ease, and I found myself opening up to him more than I had in a long time.ย 
We both paused to stare at the DJ in his element, the corners of my mouth turned up when the Dutchyโ€™s words ringed in my head: I almost missed this by being a grumpy old lady. I glanced over to find him already fixated on me, he smiled at me softly and a soft flutter danced in the pit of my stomach as I caught his eyes lingering on my lips. Was it just my imagination, or did the air around us suddenly crackle with an electric charge?
I tried to keep my tone light, โ€œSo, what's been the highlight of your evening so far?โ€
โ€œIf youโ€™d asked me this about two hours ago Iโ€™d say the good vibes and great company,โ€ he replied smoothly, his gaze never leaving mine. โ€œBut now that I've found you, I think I've found the best part of the evening.โ€
โ€œOh, stop it,โ€ I chuckled, feeling my cheeks warm further.
โ€œI mean it,โ€ he insisted, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. โ€œYou've got this magnetic energy about you. I couldn't resist coming over to say hi.โ€
I felt a flutter in my stomach at his words. โ€œWell, I'm glad you did,โ€ I replied, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. โ€œIt's nice to meet someone genuine at a party like this.โ€
Daniel grinned, leaning in a little closer. โ€œTell me about it. Most people here seem more interested in flashing cameras and rubbing elbows with celebrities than having a real conversation.โ€
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over me that he felt the same way. โ€œExactly. It's refreshing to find someone who values authenticity.โ€
His smile widened. โ€œWell, authenticity is my middle name,โ€ he quipped, earning a laugh from me.
โ€œIs it really?โ€ I teased back, raising an eyebrow playfully.
He chuckled softly. โ€œNot quite, but close enough,โ€ he replied. The sound of his laughter was like music to my ears, washing over me in gentle waves. I couldn't help but smile in return, feeling a warmth spread through me at the sight of his genuine amusement. There was something so effortlessly charming about him, something that made it impossible not to be drawn to him.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Martin, from his place behind his console, grabbed the microphone, sending a burst of excitement through the crowd. The music softened, and all eyes turned towards him, eager to hear what he had to say. With a smile, he leaned into the mic.
โ€œAlright, everyone! Get ready, because we're about to kick off the countdown to the new year!โ€ his voice boomed over the speakers, igniting cheers and applause.
Daniel and I exchanged surprised glances, realizing how swiftly time had slipped away during our conversation. A sheepish grin spread across our faces as we chuckled at the realization.
โ€œWow, can you believe it?โ€ Daniel exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I replied, โ€œI know, right? It feels like we just got here!โ€
But despite our astonishment, there was an undeniable excitement in the air as we eagerly awaited the start of the countdown. Time may have slipped away unnoticed, but we were more than ready to welcome the new year with open arms.
With the pulsating energy of the crowd and the anticipation building up, Martin's announcement seemed to mark a pivotal moment in the night. It was as if time paused for just a brief moment, allowing us to reflect on the year gone by and the possibilities that lay ahead.
As the countdown began, the atmosphere on the terrace grew electric. Each second ticking by felt charged with anticipation, drawing us closer to the threshold of a new beginning. Daniel and I joined in with the crowd, counting down in unison as the numbers on the screen dwindled.
โ€œTen!... Nine!... Eight!โ€ The voices around us echoed, filling the place with excitement and joy.
As the final seconds ticked away before the stroke of midnight, I stole a moment to scan the crowd, searching for familiar faces amidst the sea of revelers. My gaze locked onto Fio, Vitto, and Danna, who were huddled together nearby. Fio, ever perceptive, caught my gaze first. With a playful nudge to Vitto and Danna, she directed their attention towards me, and they turned in unison, their eyes met mine with knowing looks and a mischievous grin spread across their faces.
With playful antics, they puckered their lips in exaggerated kissy faces, teasing me in a lighthearted manner. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their antics, a light blush tinting my cheeks in response to their jovial teasing.
Amidst the playful exchange, a fleeting thought crossed my mind. I wondered, for just a moment, if perhaps Daniel, standing closer than before, was considering the same playful gesture. But before I could dwell on the thought, the clock struck midnight, and the room erupted into cheers and celebration.
As the cheers filled the air, Daniel and I turned to each other with shy smiles, caught up in the infectious excitement of the moment. โ€œHappy New Year,โ€ we said simultaneously, our voices barely audible above the din of the crowd.
For a brief moment, there was a subtle shift in the air, a silent pause that seemed to linger between us. In that fleeting instant, it felt as if time slowed down, and I found myself meeting Daniel's gaze, our eyes locking in a silent exchange filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions.
There was a palpable tension, a delicate balance hanging in the air, as if both of us were teetering on the edge of something unspoken. In that moment, it seemed as though Daniel might lean in, his movements tentative and hesitant, as if contemplating a gesture that could change everything.
Was he gonna kiss me? Oh, I wouldnโ€™t be mad if he stole a kiss.ย 
Or several.
But then, just as quickly as the moment had arisen, it passed. With a soft smile and a gentle nod, Daniel seemed to reconsider, pulling back slightly as if to preserve the moment's delicate equilibrium. And in that simple gesture, the unspoken understanding between us remained.
As the moment hung in the air between Daniel and me, on the brink of something uncertain, the sounds of joyous screams suddenly pierced through the atmosphere, drawing our attention away.
Before I could fully process what was happening, I felt warm arms wrap around me, pulling me into an exuberant embrace. It was the girls, Fio, Vitto, and Danna, their laughter mingling with the cheers of the crowd as they enveloped me in their enthusiastic greeting.
"Happy New Year!" they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with genuine warmth and excitement.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the timing of their arrival, grateful for the distraction from the almost-kiss tension that had begun to linger between Daniel and me. With their infectious energy and playful banter, they effortlessly diffused the slight awkwardness that had threatened to overshadow the moment.
As we exchanged hugs and well wishes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for their timely intervention. In their presence, the lingering tension dissipated, replaced by a sense of sisterhood and shared joy.
And as we laughed and celebrated together, I couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps some moments were meant to be savored, not rushed. Whatever the future held for Daniel and me, I knew that in that moment, I was exactly where I was meant to be.
With infectious enthusiasm, the girls dragged me towards the terrace railings, eager to get a better view of the fireworks illuminating the night sky. Laughing and chatting animatedly, we leaned against the railing, our eyes fixed on the colorful explosions lighting up the darkness.
As we marveled at the spectacle unfolding before us, Daniel excused himself with a smile, promising to join us in just a moment. I watched him disappear into the crowd, his easy charm drawing smiles and greetings from everyone he came across.
Alone for a brief moment amidst the excitement of the celebration, I took a deep breath, allowing myself to soak in the energy of the night. The air was alive with anticipation, the promise of new beginnings hanging in the air like a tangible presence.
And as the fireworks continued to paint the sky with bursts of color and light, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the moments shared with friends, old and new. In that fleeting moment of tranquility, amidst the chaos of the celebration, I found solace in the knowledge that no matter where life took us, our bonds would always endure, guiding us through the highs and lows of the journey ahead. I felt grateful to call these incredible women my friends. And as the last remnants of the fireworks faded into the night, I turned to raise my glass in a toast with the girls following, my heart full with the promise of the new year ahead.
Just as I turned back to try and catch a glimpse of a certain Aussie in the crowd, Daniel appeared at my side with a warm smile. His eyes sparkled with the residual excitement of the celebration, and his easygoing demeanor put me at ease.
โ€œHey there,โ€ he greeted me, his voice carrying over the lingering echoes of the fireworks. โ€œDid you enjoy the show?โ€
I returned his smile with a nod, the exhilaration of the moment still coursing through my veins. โ€œIt was amazing,โ€ I replied, my voice filled with genuine awe. โ€œI can't believe how quickly the year flew by.โ€
Daniel chuckled softly, his gaze drifting towards the horizon where the last traces of the fireworks faded into the darkness. โ€œYeah, 2019 feels like it was yesterday,โ€ he quipped, a playful twist to his words.
I couldn't help but laugh at his silly joke, shaking my head in amusement. Despite its simplicity, his humor didnโ€™t fail to bring a smile to my face. And as my laughter echoed into the night, I noticed Daniel's own smile widening, his eyes alight with infectious joy.
As my laughter subsided, Daniel's eyes softened, his gaze lingering on me with a warmth that sent a flutter through my chest. In the soft glow of the terrace lights, his features seemed to soften, his smile taking on a tender quality.
โ€œYou know,โ€ he began, his voice gentle, โ€œyou look absolutely beautiful under the firework lights.โ€
A blush rose to my cheeks at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through me at the unexpected compliment. It was a simple gesture, but it carried a weight of sincerity that touched me deeply.
โ€œThank you,โ€ I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, but filled with genuine appreciation.
Daniel's gaze held mine for a moment longer, his expression softening even further as he had the purest beam of light on his face that made my heart melt.ย  โ€œActually,โ€ he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, โ€œyou outshine even the fireworks themselves.โ€
A surprised chuckle escaped my lips, and I could feel my cheeks flush with a warmth that spread from his endearing words. His unexpected compliment caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless.
It was such a simple yet profoundly sweet sentiment, and it took me by surprise in the best possible way.
As Daniel's sweet words lingered in the air, a comfortable silence settled between us, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the continuing celebration. It was a couple minutes after midnight, and there were already a couple resolutions broken.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the thought, the warmth of Daniel's presence enveloping me like a comforting embrace. Despite the inevitable imperfections of the past year, there was a sense of hope and possibility lingering in the air for this new one, a reminder that every moment held the potential for growth and renewal.
We continued to chat and laugh as we made our way to one of the high tables to continue our conversation in a more comfortable setting. Martin even made an appearance, greeting us with his usual kind and friendly attitude. A shit-eating grin adorned his face as he saw us talking. He inconspicuously winked at me which prompted me to affectionately roll my eyes.ย 
Okay Martin, I get it, you were right...again.ย 
But one curious thing happened when Martin approached. I noticed a flicker of apology in Daniel's eyes, a subtle shift in his demeanor that caught my attention. Confused, I glanced at him, wondering what had prompted this sudden change. It wasn't until much later that I would come to understand the reason behind his apologetic expression.
Unbeknownst to me, Daniel had misunderstood Martin's intentions, believing that the girl he had spoken to him about was someone else entirely. In his mind, there was no connection between Martin's matchmaking scheme and the girl he had been conversing with all alongโ€”me.
And so, we were unaware of the intricate web of plans and schemes being woven around us. Little did I know, the seeds of something special had already been planted, waiting to bloom and blossom in the days and weeks to come.
A while later, one of the waiters passed by, weaving through the crowd. Seizing the opportunity, Daniel called out to him, โ€œExcuse me, do you have a pen?โ€
The waiter nodded and swiftly produced one, handing it over with a friendly smile. Once he left, Daniel grabbed a napkin from the table and quickly sketched out a tic-tac-toe grid with the pen. With a mischievous grin, he declared, โ€œLet's make a deal. If I win, you have to give me your number.โ€
I couldn't help but laugh at his spontaneous challenge, the playful glint in his eyes infectious. โ€œAlright, you're on,โ€ I replied, picking up the pen to make my first move.ย 
โ€œBut,โ€ I paused with a smirk. I raised an eyebrow at Daniel, unable to suppress a playful grin. โ€œWhat do I get if I win?โ€ I challenged him, my tone teasing and light.ย 
Daniel's lips curled into a flirtatious smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. โ€œWell,โ€ he replied, leaning in closer with a playful glint in his eyes, โ€œif you win, you get my number instead.โ€
His response elicited another laugh from me, the playful banter adding to the already vibrant energy between us. With a nod of agreement, I made my move, determined to give him a run for his money.
However, despite my best efforts, Daniel proved to be a formidable opponentโ€”athletes do tend to have another level of competitiveness after all, even with the smallest and silliest thingsโ€”, and before I knew it, he had emerged victorious, marking the final square with a triumphant flourish.
With a mock sigh of defeat, I conceded, acknowledging his win with good humor. โ€œAlright, you got me,โ€ I chuckled, conceding to his victory. โ€œLooks like I owe you my number.โ€
With a pleased smile he passed me his phone. As I began typing my number into Daniel's phone, focused on the task at hand, I felt a sudden movement beside me. Glancing up, I saw Daniel grab another napkin, his expression mischievous as he quickly scribbled something onto it.ย 
Curious, I watched as he slid the napkin across the table towards me. My eyes widened in surprise as I read the words written in his handwriting: โ€œYou are cute.โ€
A warmth spread through me at his unexpected gesture, a rush of flattered excitement tingling in my veins. With a playful smile, I looked up to meet his gaze, my heart fluttering with anticipation.
โ€œSmooth move,โ€ I teased, unable to hide the smile that danced on my lips. โ€œBut I think you've already won me over with your charm.โ€
As I finished adding my number to his phone, I slid it back across the table towards him. With a grin, Daniel accepted his phone back, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction at my response. โ€œCan't blame a bloke for trying,โ€ he quipped, his tone light and playful.ย 
The playful energy between us only seemed to intensify and I found myself drawn further into the magnetic pull of Daniel's presence, captivated by his whiskey-colored eyes that held a depth that seemed to unravel the secrets of the universe. And when he spoke, his Australian accent danced with a melodic cadence that resonated deep within my soul, infusing every word with a warmth and charm that was impossible to resist.
But it wasn't just his accent that captivated meโ€”it was his carefree personality, his easygoing demeanor that made every moment feel effortless and free. He laughed with abandon, his infectious joy spreading like wildfire and igniting a spark of laughter within me.
And then there were his hands, expressive and animated as he spoke, each gesture painting a vivid picture of his thoughts and emotions. It was as if his hands had a language of their own, weaving tales of adventures that left me hanging on his every word.
Just as the party was reaching its peak and the energy in the room soared, one of the girls came up to me with a sense of urgency in her expression. โ€œHey babes, we need to head out already,โ€ she informed me, a hint of regret in her voice.
My heart sank at the sudden announcement, realizing the abrupt end to the evening's festivities. With a mixture of disappointment and resignation, I turned to Daniel, silently conveying my apologies with a glance.
โ€œI'm sorry, but Vitto's had a bit too much to drink,โ€ Danna explained, her tone apologetic as she gestured towards our intoxicated companion. โ€œWe need to get her home.โ€
There was a flicker of disappointment in Daniel's eyes, mirrored by my own sense of frustration at the untimely interruption.
With a sympathetic smile, Daniel nodded in understanding, his expression reflecting a mixture of disappointment and acceptance. โ€œOf course, safety first,โ€ he replied, his voice filled with empathy. โ€œTake care, and hopefully, we'll see each other again soon.โ€
As I exchanged final farewells with Daniel, a pang of regret lingered in the air, accompanied by the bittersweet realization that our time together had been cut short. Yet, amidst the disappointment, there was a glimmer of hope, a silent promise of future encounters.
With a nod of gratitude, I turned to join my friends. And as I reached the girls, I couldn't help but sigh softly, my concern for Vitto mixing with a hint of amusement. โ€œAy, Vitto,โ€ I murmured, shaking my head in disbelief at how quickly she had managed to get drunk in just an hour.
Vitto, in her intoxicated state, offered a drunken apology and let out a soft laugh, her carefree demeanor infectious. โ€œSorry,โ€ she slurred, her words accompanied by a playful giggle.
I couldn't help but smile at her antics, reassured by her good spirits despite the unexpected turn of events. โ€œIt's okay,โ€ I assured her, placing an arm around her shoulder. โ€œLet's get you home safely.โ€
As I turned to leave, I couldn't resist stealing a last glimpse back at Daniel. To my surprise, I found him still staring at me, his smile widening as he waved goodbye. A rush of warmth flooded through me at the sight.
On our way home, the girls couldn't resist teasing me about Daniel, joking about how we had spent the whole night together. Their playful banter only served to deepen my blush, fueling the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. The city lights blurred into a mosaic of colors outside the car window and the laughter of the girls faded into the background as I found myself lost in the memory of Daniel's captivating smile, the warmth of his gaze still lingering in the corners of my mind.
I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something truly special about that smile, something that lingered long after the party had ended and the night had grown quiet. To me, it wasn't just any smileโ€”it was warm, genuine, and filled with an undeniable spark that seemed to reach straight into my soul. It was a smile that spoke volumes, conveying a sense of understanding, a twinge of mischief, and unspoken promise that left me breathless with anticipation.
With a soft sigh, I couldn't help but reflect on the serendipitous twist of fate that had brought us together tonight. In that brief moment of connection, amidst the music and laughter, I had felt a spark of something specialโ€”a connection that defied explanation and left me yearning for more.
And as I stared out into the night, the city lights twinkling like stars in the darkness, I knew that I would carry the memory of that encounter with me forever. In that moment, meeting him felt like a spell had been cast upon me, capturing my heart in an instant.
The thought made a soft smile tug at the corners of my lips, my heart fluttering with the anticipation of what the future might hold.
At the end of the night, all I knew was,ย 
Daniel, I was enchanted to meet you.
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Ok, so In your response to my last spiel, you mentioned that Alexander will have a zero tolerance policy towards anything that may harm Reader and her the twins, including other wives.
It does make me wonder how Alexander would react to one of the wives (aka Roxanna ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€) trying to kill our girl. I keep picturing this scenario where it's a banquet, feast or some sort of get together with Alexander, Reader, Roxanna and maybe some of the generals. Long story short, Roxanna hands Reader a cup with a 'special' drink (ie she says promotes health, will help with the pregnancy etc). Reader, being as smart as she is, and knowing Roxanna's history, is automatically suspicious. To see if it's safe she either asks Alexander to 'taste' if for her or insists that Roxanna take the first sip. In either case, it results in Roxanna frantically slapping the cup out of Reader's hand before either she or her husband gets poisoned. At that point, everyone has noticed the commotion, and have realized that Roxanna has just tried to poison the Queen.
My question to you is this: what does Alexander do next? Lets assume reader is pregnant just to make thing extra spicy.
Since requests are open again, perhaps you could do it as a reaction blurb? I'll leave that up to you though. I'm just curious as to what you think would happen next.
Thanks, and hope you feel better โค๏ธ!
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โ ๐Ÿ“œโ€” lady l: this was longer than I thought and I don't know if it's good, I liked it, but let me know your opinion, anon! Forgive me for any mistakes, love you! โค๏ธ
โtw: attempted murder, mention of poison, domestic violence (??), physical punishment and perhaps torture.
โ๐Ÿ“œpairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.
โ ๐Ÿ“œword count: 1,246.
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It was supposed to be a happy and fun dinner.
Needless to say, that's not what happened.
You were sitting next to Alexander, being shown off as his beloved Queen and heavily pregnant. Everyone was hoping for an male heir and was happy for you, everyone except Roxanna who looked at you as if she wanted to stab you or, in this case, stab you in the stomach.
That scared the shit out of you.
You were already familiar with her story, about what she had done to Stateira and Parysatis, and you were afraid that she might try to do something to you and the baby.
You wouldn't let anything happen, though. Although you weren't excited about the pregnancy news at first, you warmed up to the idea and began to look forward to holding your baby in your arms. And you'd be damned if you let anyone try to take that away from you.
''Are you alright?'' Alexander leaned over and whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled, it was still strange calling him your husband, but you were getting used to it.
You gave a weak nod to his question.
Alexander frowned and placed his hands on your swollen belly. It was just a few months until the birth and he was so excited. He did want an heir, but he couldn't help but want to have a girl.
A little princess to love and spoil.
''We need to start choosing names.'' He joked, trying to ease your obvious tension, although he didn't know what was making you tense. Yet.
''I already gave you some choices.''
Alexander grimaced, ''Yes, you did and they are all horrible. What kind of name is Augustus?''
You laughed loudly, attracting attention. Augustus, yes, you had given him that option as a joke. Obviously you weren't going to name your child after the first Roman emperor, but it was fun to play with your husband about historical things.
''It's just a common name where I come from.''
''Hm...'' He half-closed his eyes and you touched his face gently, caressing him. Alexander purred and leaned into your hand.
This earned you a look of compassion and a furious, jealous look from Roxanna. You didn't notice and neither did Alexander, both too busy in your affection for each other.
''I love you.'' He murmured, looking into your eyes intensely.
You smiled at him, ''I love you too.''
''Let's make a toast!'' Nearchus' amused voice sounded and everyone turned to the admiral.
''A toast?'' Cassander asked with a loud voice looking into his cup of wine.
Nearchus laughed loudly and slapped his friend on the back, ''Yes. In honor of our beloved Queen, (Y/N).''
Nearchus didn't notice Roxanna's withering look at him. But you did and the pure hatred you saw in those dark eyes gave you goosebumps.
You knew that look and you knew nothing good was coming.
Everyone raised their cups, even your husband's second wife. You were the only one drinking water, even Hephaestion was drinking wine, and he was loose and happy. And that made you happy, you liked him and he was one of his closest friends and you hated seeing how haggard he seemed lately.
''I dedicate this toast in the name of our beloved (Y/N). Our Queen, sometimes soldier and friend.'' Everyone laughed as they remembered what you had done in the Indian Campaign, ''And the child she carries in her womb. May it come healthy and, regardless of gender, we will love and protect this child. To (Y/N) and the baby!''
''To (Y/N) and the baby!'' Everyone repeated and drank the wine in your honor, you laughed, feeling loved and took a sip of water.
You took a piece of bread and bit into it, satisfying your hunger. Roxanna looked at you and smiled. She took a clay jug and poured the thick, dark liquid into a cup and handed it to you.
You raised your eyebrows in doubt as you picked up the cup.
''It's for you. My doctor told me that it helps with pregnancy and helps the health of the baby and the mother.'' Roxanna explained, biting into a piece of bread.
You mentally scoffed. She didn't think you were that stupid, did she? It was insulting that she thought she could poison you in such a blatant way.
You decided to act quickly, ''Why don't you take a sip first?''
She furrowed her dark eyebrows, ''Excuse me?''
''It's a custom among my people that the person who gave you a cup must taste it first.'' You explained, handing her the cup.
Roxanna looked at the cup in your hands with hatred.
''Take it'' You encouraged her, ''or is there some reason why you don't want to drink it?''
Alexander turned his eyes to you and Roxanna, before he could ask what was going on, Roxanna slapped your hand, making you drop the strange liquid on the table.
The noisy room fell silent in a matter of seconds as Alexander stood up from his chair and fixed his eyes on Roxanna.
''What do you think you're doing?'' Alexander's voice was so cold, so lethal that you stiffened. He ignored you, focusing entirely on his second wife.
Hephaestion, who was sitting on Alexander's left side, stood up and touched the thick liquid on the table. He grimaced as the liquid stuck to his finger.
''That's...'' Perdiccas started to speak but couldn't finish.
''Poison?'' Ptolemy finished for his friend.
''How dare you?!'' Cassander growled, also standing up and glaring furiously at Roxanna. He never liked her, he wasn't oblivious to the hateful looks that Alexander's barbaric wife sent to you, to his friend. And now she tried to poison you.
Cleitus was still sitting, watching everything with a stony expression, but his hand was on the dagger stuck in his chiton. He was prepared to act, one word from you and Roxanna would be eliminated from the world.
Alexander still didn't take his eyes off Roxanna, but he spoke to you, ''Go to our room. I'll be there in a few minutes.''
You wisely decided not to disobey.
You stood up carefully and quickly looked around, watching all your friends, your husband, stare at Roxanna who looked terrified. You should have felt bad for her, but you didn't.
Not when she threatened the life of your unborn baby.
Once you were out of sight, Alexander addressed one of the guards stationed at the entrance to the hall, ''Take the whip.''
Roxanna's small body shook in fear at her husband's words. Her shaking legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the floor, feeling hot tears fall onto the dress she was wearing.
Alexander did not feel sorry. And neither do the others. She had brought this on herself.
Actions have consequences and punishments must be applied. And Alexander would not tolerate anyone threatening your life or that of his unborn child.
Alexander felt satisfaction fill his body as the guard brought out the whip and positioned himself behind a desperate Roxanna's back. He watched with satisfaction as the whip hit her sensitive skin and felt satisfaction when he heard her screams of pain.
Roxanna was to blame for her own pain and the scars that were forever marked on her skin were true proof of that.
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mrsjellymunson ยท 4 months ago
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I Need A Moment
Written for the @steddiemicrofic one year anniversary prompt, โ€˜oneโ€™. WC: 111 | Rating: G (I think, if itโ€™s actually T lemme know) | CW: none | Tags: feelings confession, getting together | A/N: I think this is the shortest, and fastest, thing Iโ€™ve ever written! Definitely a challenge, but one I relished, thank you!
Theyโ€™ve skirted around it for months. Steveโ€™s been a permanent fixture at gigs, and Eddieโ€™s flirted relentlessly during the rides home he gives him.
But itโ€™s still a major shift when Steve confesses that heโ€™s wanted Eddie for ages.
Eddie, breathless with shock, bends forwards a little and holds his kitchen counter with a white-knuckle grip.
Looking up into Steveโ€™s hazel orbs, he asks, nervously,
โ€œDid youโ€ฆ mean that?โ€
Steveโ€™s honey laden voice replies,
โ€œI sure did.โ€
Eddieโ€™s eyes widen and, palming his chest dramatically heart-attack-like, he lifts the index finger of his other hand aloft. Still bewildered, but now breathless for other reasons, he mumbles,
โ€œOkay, gimme one second hereโ€ฆโ€
Thanks so much for reading!
Tagging my general list, even though part of me does realise itโ€™s barely worth your while ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜: @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @curlyjoequinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @the-unforgivenn @skrzydlak @comeonatmebruh @jamiecb66 @80s-addict @abellmunsonmovie @definitionwanderlust @sheneedsrocknroll92 @munson-blurbs @wonderlanddreamer @daisy-munson @maedesculpaeusoubi
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perhaps-in-anotherdream ยท 4 months ago
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[CN] Li Zeyanโ€™s Upcoming Top-up SP
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โ€œThe sweetness I desire is at your fingertips.โ€
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โ€œAll those summers we have missed have come to see you.โ€
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crushribbons ยท 2 months ago
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nsfw txt!
RHAENYRA TARGARYEN โ€”โ€”โ€” who may be the most powerful woman in all of Westerosโ€”finds herself at a crossroads when she sees the luxe gown you are wearing slip down your shoulder for a moment. she has everything: power, an army, her dragons, so why should she not partake in this newest pleasure sheโ€™s discovered? the sounds that issue forth from you when she pulls your greedy hips flush against her bare leg, or when she fucks a third finger deeper into your waiting heat, they make her feel as if sheโ€™s already ascended the throne she is due. โ€œwill you bow to me?โ€ she asks in a whisper while she leans over you. as if you had ever refused her. as if anyone with a beating heart and eyes to see her ethereal grace ever could. you pledge your loyalty by sinking your tongue into her and learning, for the first time, how sweet a dragon can taste.
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wisteriasymphony ยท 7 months ago
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(i wrote our boy being overdramatic @mostmagical @xhanisai @graythegreyt)
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"Okay, and if everything developed as it was supposed to..." Adrien muttered to himself, slowly taking off the plastic bag he'd wrapped around his hair, "...It should look..."
Adrien studied his reflection in the mirror. He was right; It did look. BAD.
He went to fish the box the hair dye came in out of the trash, just to check for sure. Indeed, they looked nothing similar: The box showed what looked like a subdued strawberry blonde, and the mirror showed an orange that wouldn't be out of place in a construction zone.
"This is fine," he said to himself, gritting his teeth. "...Nothing washing some of the dye out can't fix."
So, Adrien bent over his bathroom sink and began to scrub at his roots like his life depended on it, because in that moment it felt like it very much did. Buckets and buckets worth of bright, kindergarden-crayon-orange seeped into the sink's drain, until it finally gave way to an only slightly better highlighter-orange shade of runoff dye.
After that good 5 minutes of "fixing it", Adrien looked back to his reflection in the mirror. No change, aside from his mouth falling open in abject horror.
"Oh god, no no no noโ€”"
Looking to his hands brought him no comfort, as they now were stained just as orange, like he was the Lady Macbeth of shoving his hands up a jack-o-lantern's ass. And just as Lady Macbeth experienced, no amount of scrubbing would rid his hands of the "damned spot"โ€”one which covered the entirety of his palms and fingers.
A squeaky voice echoed from behind himโ€”One who'd clearly been watching this spectacle the entire time. "Looks like you missed auburn big tiโ€”"
"YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" Adrien shouted back, letting the sink still runโ€”the dye wasn't even willing to part from its ring around the drain, it seemed. Adrien nearly buried his face in his hands, before he stopped himself from spreading the horrid disease further. "God, my father's going to come back from the dead just to kill me for this. โ€”I can't go out looking like this!"
"Luka Couffaine goes out with dyed hair all the time."
"Luka Couffaine does not look like a fucking papaya, Plagg!" Adrien collapsed over his sink, debating whether or not this mistake was worth taking up teenage alcoholism. "I can hear it already.... I'll be called 'Orange Boy' for the rest of my life..... I just wanted to not be blonde anymore, and look at me," he whined, "I'm a disgrace!"
"At worst you look like a fruit!" Plagg replied. "And everybody already knew that about you."
If Plagg had shoulders to grab, Adrien would have done so, just to violently shake him. Maybe rub off some horrible mango-colored hue on his body too, just to impart upon the kwami some of his misery.
"...God," he lamented. "I have to tell Marinette... Warn her about what I've done to myself."
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heartfullofleeches ยท 8 months ago
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spider wife....
woukd she use her webs as bondage ropes??
Without a doubt. She probably makes her little sweetheart an entire silk lingerie set once they reach that stage in their relationship-
Sweetheart Darling: I love this outfit you made for me, hun! One thing I happened to notice though is these wrist cuffs get really sticky when I put my arms together. I don't think I'll be able to pull them apart myself, haha!
Spider Queen Yan: :)
Sweetheart Darling: o-oh..... Can we at least ask the servants to leave before we get started?
Spider Queen Yan: No~
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This is completely aimless and scattered, like more than usual but whatever. Either way itโ€™s just relationship dynamic stuff~ btw pls read the fucking pizza gorl fic โ€”>>> ๐Ÿ•โœจ
Random thought but i think exposure therapy might be the best option in aiding Jason to recovery, well, that and gentle coaxing! Jason is very responsive to praise because heโ€™s definitely a people pleaser. I know it might be hard to tell looking at him from a glance; but letโ€™s not be shallow, he gives chance after chance to his loved ones no matter how much they screw him over. Heโ€™s simply a lover boy. So I conclude that Jason is a huge people pleaser, and heโ€™s privy to it but ignores himself. He hates digging into his psyche.. it just hurts, poor guy has too many painful memories.
But itโ€™s necessary for healing unfortunately ๐Ÿ˜”
AK!Jason is extremely.. emotionally.. wrecked. He doesnโ€™t act outside his redhood persona often unless itโ€™s completely necessaryโ€” like getting food and supplies, or even to possibly get intel.
At least for a while.
Meeting PG turns his entire world on its head! Heโ€™s pretty out of his element as it is while trying to define his persona, the redhood. But PG! Hoo boyโ€” he did not anticipate a partner in crime. A sidekick if you will lol. So essentially his healing process is expedited(just a tad bit); since Jason interacts with his family at a much faster pace than otherwise on his own terms. Dick is very eager to give his younger brother the much needed affection and support that JT deserves but doesnโ€™t want to scare Jason away. So early in the rekindling process, Dick takes a backseat and lets Barbara leadโ€” sheโ€™s the voice for not only herself, but Dick & Tim even Alfred for a bit too. Babs knows just what to say and how to say it more often than not! Jason is more relaxed around her than any of his family for a time.
JTโ€™s attitude is still pretty rotten though, heโ€™s suffering so thereโ€™s still so much happening within him that slows them down in regaining his trust.
Heโ€™ll still snap & even become aggressive toward Barbara if she isnโ€™t cautious and calculated in her approach, which she is, but sheโ€™s not a mind reader and can trigger the worst in Jason. However, on the other side of the spectrum, we have pizza. PG seems to never catch any lip, and if she does it doesnโ€™t seem intentional most timesโ€” genuine underestimation is the biggest culprit. PG can be reckless, itโ€™s the largest pain point in the fic between these two imo! But youโ€™re not from gotham, youโ€™re truly ignorant, youโ€™re like a second chance to him almost. You donโ€™t know of his sins, not really anywayโ€ฆ A slate as clean as yourself, heโ€™s gotta prove to you heโ€™s not a useless, unworthy, sorry excuse for a person right? Heโ€™s gotta prove it to you.
To his family.
To gotham.
No, he doesnโ€™t. But if we are gonna play this game he proved it when he put on his life on the line once as robin, and a second time the moment he decided to become redhood. Heโ€™s no less worthy than anyone in reality. Hopefully heโ€™ll see it in this lifetime, but even if he doesnโ€™t, it doesnโ€™t change how you see him and continue to see him. It most definitely doesnโ€™t change how you make him feel either. ๐Ÿฅฐ PG is a protective person at heart. Sheโ€™ll do what she can to help just about any decent human being but especially her loved ones.
Jason sees it. He can feel it too, subconsciously he wants what she wants for him. So heโ€™ll allow her to poke and prod him where he needs to be directed. JT allows a lot from PG actually, from her quick gentle touches to her quips and questioning. He doesnโ€™t take it the same from any of the other bats, when itโ€™s from family itโ€™s nothing short of condescending. Humiliation and anger rises bubbles from his gut straight into his heart. But from you? Itโ€™s not something he can quite name.. sometimes itโ€™s annoying, yes, but with you he doesnโ€™t mind feeling insecure as much. You donโ€™t know what insecurity looks like on him just yet so naturally he allows you to suggest things he wouldnโ€™t otherwise acknowledge. The dialogue between you two is allowed to flow freely. To not know Jasonโ€™s triggerโ€™s is to not know his anger; which is arguably both a pro and a con.
The closer PG gets to JT the more she sees what heโ€™s capable of.. and how. The why is what sheโ€™ll inevitably get to, but how she gets to his truth is much more important. I think PG not being afraid of how Jason will react is her biggest advantage in being so close to him. On the reverse side of things, Jason is more calm because to him, she not antagonistic in his mind. She doesnโ€™t know his past or the extent of JTโ€™s capabilities so why would she, and even if she did, could she? Again I feel JT genuinely underestimates PG as she is a civilian and not held to his impossible self imposed standards. Itโ€™s not malicious, he just wants to protect her, his guard is lower than usual which isnโ€™t saying a lot because itโ€™s still extremely high. JT is still distrustful donโ€™t get me wrong, but itโ€™s not personal like it is with his family.
When you tell J he did good, that heโ€™s accomplished something, heโ€™s on the moon. PGโ€™s acknowledgment goes such a long way in the never ending void that is his insecurity and self loathing!
On a less abstract level, when it comes to doing, Jason unintentionally gives PG the go ahead to start pushing his buttons when he inevitably begins clinging to her presence for comfort. For better or for worse, you push many buttons. lol.
โ€œStay here a bit longer?โ€ Fine, whatโ€™s a bit longer?
โ€œCall for back up! We need help!โ€ Im good enough for the job, but maybe some help would be better than none in this instanceโ€ฆ
*looks around Jasonโ€™s safe house* โ€œDamn bitch you live like this??? Sleepover at my place๐Ÿ˜โ€ *complies but serves the most bombastic of side eyes*
The batfam get to see parts of him they havenโ€™t seen before, or at least in a very long time when you two interact in front of them. Jason is still largely argumentative, but thats how it stays surprisingly, he doesnโ€™t boil over and actually backs down or bites his tongue. Which is.. shocking to say the least. Dick & Babs take note of the more true extent of his patience and how willingly heโ€™ll hear your suggestions. Theyโ€™ll take note of how freely you grab his hand and drag him along. They even notice him suspiciously looking in your direction for prolonged periods while your back is turned. Hmmm very note worthy indeed. Jason is all too aware but doesnโ€™t know what he can do about without you noticing his clear change in demeanor. But quite a few of his new habits fly under his own radar when it comes to being around PG!
Heโ€™s less jumpy for one.
Jason isnโ€™t at all more confident in his abilities since heโ€™s still crippled with anxiety and a lot of self doubt but, heโ€™s really focusing on monitoring and guiding you. JT is teaching you to work smarter, teaching you how the streets of gotham work. And above all else making sure PG can keep herself safe! Heโ€™s firm and direct, sometimes even sounding like the commander of a militia ๐Ÿคญ I like to think sometimes he reverts accidentally. Jason also tends to stay close to PG. Most times itโ€™s unintentional but others heโ€™s just watching out for you. You give him a lot of good vibes and reassurance and JT just naturally finds himself hovering over to where you are. Like him and D are side by side on a rooftop, then all the sudden heโ€™s breathing down your neck because you decided sitting on the ledge of a building was cool like a dumbass. But the most notable of all these habits is how much he allows your touch; JT doesnโ€™t squirm away from you either, he stays put. PG will touch his shoulder in gentle support or give his hand a quick tap to pull his attention.
Barbara finds this behavior interesting, Dick thinks itโ€™s adorable but is lowkey in his feelings about it.
Lol
I think thats it for nowโ€ฆ
thank u for reading my post bestie ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿคช
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Meeting Patrick post 2012 when heโ€™s on tour. Is he doing great? No of course not, but somehow you end falling in love with him anyway. Simultaneously the best and worst decision of your life.
And I want what I want / And I want / You / To love me / You
No one in your life get what you see in him. He's a failing tennis player. He seems to be going no where in life. They all just assume the sex must be amazing, and while that is true, you know it's deeper than that. Patrick is magnetic to you. You don't know what about him makes you want him so badly, but you want to his in every sense of the word. You want his love, simply because it is what you want. There is no logic to it. There never will be.
And I know that you do / In the dark / I know that you do / And I know that you know / That you got the protector to pick me up / And I want you to use it / Blast the music / Bang it, bite it, bruise it
It's not that he doesn't love you. You know he does. Even when he doesn't say it out loud. You can tell by little things. The way he looks at you. The way he reaches out to touch you. The way he is in bed. So yes you know he loves you, but when all you get are these small little moments, you feel desperate for more.
Whenever you want to begin, begin/ We don't have to go back to where we been / I am the woman who wants you to win
You're perceptive enough to know there is probably a reason why he's unable to be loud about his love for you. You can tell he's been hurt, and even if you don't know the details, you know it's the type of hurt that takes decades to heal. You're willing to keep your relationship as it is. There is nothing overtly wrong with how it is, but you know it doesn't have to be this way. You won't hurt him like like the people of his past. Can't he see that? You want to be there for him. You want him to succeed. You want him to be happy. Is he blind to this? Sometimes it feels like that. You wish he could see it as clearly as you feel it.
And I've been waiting / Waiting for / You /To love me / You /You
You'll wait for him. You know you will. He's the only one who makes you feel this way. And to some extent you know he needs you. You know he loves you, even if he can only show it in his weird way. So you'll wait. It's okay. It's worth it for love like this.
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SAUDADE โœฆ DR3
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โ€œSaudadeโ€ is a Portuguese word that carries a profound and complex meaning, often described as a deep emotional state of longing or nostalgia. It transcends mere language; it's a state of being, an emotion that seeps into the soul and lingers like an echo in the heart. It encompasses a mix of emotions, including melancholy, yearning, and a sense of emptiness, often accompanied by fond memories of past experiences or relationships. In the context of love, "saudade" captures the bittersweet essence of missing someone deeply, even when they are physically present or long after they are gone. It is the ache of the heart that comes from loving and losing, a poignant reminder of the depth of connection and the enduring power of love's impact on our lives.
โœฆ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader
โœฆ PIT BOARD: social media au | โœฆ FC: becky g
โœฆ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, latina!reader, age gap, language, lots of angst, heartbreak, drama, internet meanies, mentions of mental health struggles, assholes.
โœฆ MAY'S RADIO: uh holi, loves ๐Ÿ‘€ sorry for the delay, but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter ๐Ÿ‘€ it's a little short but as present for not posting in March, I present to you: a bonus chapter hehe okay, byeeee *runs away as fast as she can*
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yourinstagram Starting the New Year on a bright note! โœจ Wearing yellow to channel optimism and positive energy as we dive into this new year. ๐Ÿ’› I'm so so so grateful for all the love and support you've shown me throughout the past year and I'm excited to continue this journey together in 2022. Here's to another year of growth, laughter, and cherished memories! Siempre para adelante, mi gente! ๐ŸŽ‰
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danielricciardo Mi reina โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
user1 I wanted to take this space to thank you for the happiness you have brought me over the years. Your music or your works of art have been a constant company in moments of joy, sadness and everything in between. Your talent is enormous, but so is your ability to connect with your fans in a unique way. Your humility and gratitude show that, despite the success, you are still a close and authentic person. Thanks for all that you do!
camila_cabello Good god woman have mercy
kylieminogue you are sensationally exquisite ๐Ÿ’›โœจ
xtina my angel โค๏ธ
user2 jawline could cut a diamond ๐Ÿฅถ
user3 muy buena artista pero sobrevalorada respecto a su belleza, y no digo que no sea guapa sino sobrevalorada
user4 you could wear the rainbow if you wanted and that would still not make you relevant or give you any talent
user5 she always tries too hard
user6 watch out for Regina George in sheep's clothing
anitta Feliz ano novo para vocรช Rainha ๐Ÿ˜˜
diplo ๐Ÿ’›
user7 the fact that they spent new year's day apart and on different sides of the world speaks volumes
user what? that they both wanted to see their families? grow up
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โฅ‚ translation: Everything I do and comes out of me it's because I'm feeling it, it's okay if no one else feels the same way. Two people can never ever feel the same at the same time.
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JANUARY 16, 2022
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danielricciardo Back seat baby seat bangers ๐ŸŽถ
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yourinstagram this is all anyone needs to have a great day โค๏ธ please send me his manager's contact, I've been looking for a male backing vocal for my next album and I think he can be the perfect choice ๐Ÿ˜Œ
danielricciardo yourinstagram ah, you see, he's a really sought-after artist so he's super busy. But I know his uncle and he's interested on the job, only thing is that he likes to be paid with kisses ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜ yourinstagram danielricciardo tell him to contact me, I think we will be able to work out the payment details soon ๐Ÿ˜Œ
yourinstagram btw how is it possible that he's that big now if I saw him like yesterday and he was this ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฝ small ๐Ÿฅบโค๏ธ
user1 is the copying the hand movements for me ๐Ÿ˜‚โค๏ธ
user2 so this is how Y/N's future is gonna look like ๐Ÿ‘€
userA all that's missing is the ring ๐Ÿ‘€ userB yeah danielricciardo stop being lazy my friend ๐Ÿ‘€
user3 you're gonna be a great dad one day โค๏ธ๐Ÿฅบ
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user4 siempre dije que no quiero ser mamรก, pero despuรฉs de ver esto... yourinstagram mi reina quiรฉn pudiera ser vos ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ
user5 coisa mais linda! โค๏ธ
user6 Daniel really sang his heart out to that song lmao
user7 you have really shit taste in music mate
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yourinstagram Te amo con el alma, porque el alma nunca muere โค๏ธ happy 2 years, mi Danielito ๐Ÿฅฐ
โฅ‚ translation: I love you with my whole soul, because the soul never dies โค๏ธ
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danielricciardo My forever partner in crime โค๏ธ
user1 cuide a ese hombre yourinstagram, que tu y yo no somos amigas ๐Ÿซก
user2 oh God I'm so single ๐Ÿ˜ฉ
mileycyrus so much love and happiness for you both โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
user3 THAT LAST PHOTO IT'S GIVING I'D MARRY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS ๐Ÿ˜ญ SO 1 + 1 = THEY ARE GETTING ENGAGEDโ€ผ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธ
userA I'm so calling it, it is happening ๐Ÿคฉ
user4 LIL BLAKE SIGHTING ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
hermusicofficial favs
user5 she was talking seriously when she recorded A mi me gustan mayores ๐Ÿ˜…
userA serรก que aplica el "A mรญ me gustanย mรกs grandes. Que no me quepa en la boca..." con รฉl?? ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€ yourinstagram userA los besos que quiera darme? ๐Ÿ‘€ sรญ, aplica ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ˜ˆ userB OMFG Y/N???!!! LMAOOO iamdannaschwarz yourinstagram that's enough internet for you today ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
chloestroll did he really cook? ๐Ÿ˜‚
yourinstagram chloestroll he did! and it was really good actually ๐Ÿฅฐ I felt โœจspoiledโœจ
oliviarodrigo mom and dad ๐Ÿ’œ
user6 the first pic is making me feel something. i don't know how to put that something into words though ๐Ÿฅต *bi panics*
userA JUST A BIG FUCKING OOF I GUESS ๐Ÿฅต userB they served cunt as per usual userC I grunted and groaned and moaned ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ˜ฉ
user7 I'm so tired of them omg yeah, you're "in love", we see you, now stop shoving it at our faces every chance you have ๐Ÿ™„
fioamato congrats Sandy and Danny ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ’–
iamdannaschwarz Baby and Danny ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ’– itsvittoriasousa nah, more like Troy and Gabriella landonorris Belle and the Beast ๐Ÿ˜œ yourinstagram landonorris aww did littol landow nowis just called me beautiful? ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ˜Š landonorris nvm I take it back. Fiona and Shrek* ๐Ÿ˜Œ yourinstagram landonorris well that makes you the donkey ๐Ÿ˜‚
user8 every time I remember that there's a 9 year gap between them I wanna puke ๐Ÿคฎ
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danielricciardo happy 2 years mi vida โค๏ธ
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user "mi vida" brb gonna go chew on a live wire ๐Ÿ˜ญ
yourinstagram let's do this for a lifetime โค๏ธโ™พ๏ธ
danielricciardo you have yourself a deal, Chip โค๏ธ
user2 hey God, it's me again...
martingarrix โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
user3 these adorable videos ending with daniel squeezing y/n's butt is so dan-y/n core ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜
marcusstoinis congrats, lovebirds โค๏ธ
user4 did they leave their own love lock on the fence? ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ญ
userA I don't think we'll ever find it, but I'm sure they did ๐Ÿ˜ญ
landonorris congrats on putting up with him this long yourinstagram โค๏ธ
joshallenqb ๐Ÿพโค๏ธ
user5 somethin something "find a beautiful love, make sure they know they are your morning light" playing while the sunset iluminates her and cutting to "and that you'll never let go till the day that you die" while he has his arms around her ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ
userA THIS HERE IS LOVE ๐Ÿ˜ญ THIS HERE IS LIFE ๐Ÿ˜ญ userB something something he's got a tattoo of that song's title ๐Ÿ˜ญ userC somebody get me a fucking doctor I feel like my heart is about to burst
scottyjames31 my favorite celebrity couple ๐Ÿ˜Œ
caamp we love you guys โค๏ธ
user5 grandpa copping a feel ๐Ÿคข
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danielricciardo Better this week than nextโ€ฆ Unfortunate to miss the test, but Iโ€™m starting to feel better. Iโ€™ll stay isolated and just focus on next weekend. Big thanks to Lando & McLaren for the heavy lifting, I owe you some beers (milk for Lando). Appreciate the well wishes from everyone as well.
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landonorris get well soon mate!
georgerussell63 speedy recovery danny ric ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป
user did you and Y/N broke up??? please tell me it's a lie
user2 Y/N hasn't liked nor comment yet and it's been 2 whole days since he posted this
userA why whould she? they are quarantining together, she doesn't need to comment or liked every single post he makes. They are probably sitting side by side right now userB userA there's actually rumours that she was seen leaving the hotel in a rush yesterday and fans are already speculating if they broke up
user3 I hope you feel better soon Dan! I know we all wish to see you in action next weekend!!
user4 "milk for Lando" lmaooo i love them your honor <3
user5 this is your year mate don't let any setbacks bring you down ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป
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f1wags It seems Danny Ricc has moved on quickly ๐Ÿ‘€ Just after a week since the confirmation of his break up with Y/N, a few fans have reported sightings of the driver with actress Heidi Berger โ€”who has been linked to him a few times these past monthsโ€” around Monaco.
The blonde is the daughter of former Austrian F1 driver Gerhard Berger and former Portuguese model Ana Corvo.
This love triangle drama just keeps getting juicier and more complicated! ๐Ÿ”ฅ What are you thoughts, did the Aussie cheated on his ex-girlfriend as some people say? Did he moved on too fast? or did he do the right thing? Let us know in the comments!
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user I actually feel bad for Y/N, not a fan of hers at all but it must be hard to see the man you were talking of marriage with a month ago, move on from your relationship so quickly and easily. if it were me in her shoes, I know it'd really mess my head up ๐Ÿ˜•
user2 idc if he'd not been with Heidi physically while being with Y/N, it's still treason to be emotionally involved with someone else while you're in a relationship. I believe he already had feelings for Heidi while still being with Y/N because how the fuck can you move on from a whole 2-year relationship in two weeks?? I only hope Y/N is doing okay and that she gets to heal and find someone better for her ๐Ÿ˜ž
user3 you can try to defend him with all the arguments you can think of but at the end of the day, he is still just a rich man. It's funny how you've been all pointing fingers at the innocent while playing lawyer to the guilty.
user4 I'm a Danny Ricc fan but I think this was too fast too soon, at least have some respect for your ex who stood by your side through the highs and lows of the past years, smh so disappointed
user5 Get over it already! He moved on to someone better, as he should. Let the poor man alone! He's been single for weeks! He's allowed to see anyone he wants! Stop whining about it, Y/N just wasn't enough, as simple as that ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ
user6 I'm actually super worried for him, he's not himself lately. Just a few weeks ago he was calling Y/N the love of his life and now this? All jokes aside, I think he's self-sabotaging. He looks like a shell of his old-self, he is not smiling as bright as before, he's super quiet now and if you pay attention to him during interviews, he fidgets a lot and sounds so insecure when asked about his driving. GO TO THERAPY BABE!!!
userA you are reaching, babe! lmaoooo he's fine, he just got tired of that snake ๐Ÿคช
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danielricciardo Miami. We made it.
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user i guess this is the confirmation we've been waiting for
user2 how can you move on from a 2 year relationship so fast??
user3 ugh men are so fucking unbelievable
userA jokes on all those whiny fangirls of his, turns out it wasn't he who deserved better, it was HER.
user4 he is a joke just like his driving lmao
user5 Heidi is so much better than that wannabe singer, she was just a plaything for him ๐Ÿคฃ
user6 I'm so glad you opened up your eyes daniel
user7 so all those rumours have been true smh y'all were attacking Y/N nonestop for the smallest interactions with the opposite sex, and none of those rumours proved to be true but I'm not seeing the same energy directed towards him now that the rumours about him were actually true!
user8 I just know that the break up album is gonna be a banger ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿคช
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user HI MOTHER!! WELCOME BACK WE MISSED YOU โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
user1 we love to see you living your best life!!! ๐Ÿฅฐ
user2 Can't wait to listen to the full version of the song she plays on the last slide ๐Ÿคฉ
userA Daniel Ricciardo is shaking in his boots right now ๐Ÿคช
machinegunkelly ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿผ
user3 ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
markhoppus kid what are you holding on your lap and why it isn't on my liquor shelf yet? ๐Ÿคจ
yourintagram sorry dad ๐Ÿ˜” it's on its way to your doorstep right now ๐Ÿคช skyehoppus yourintagram make sure you are also included on the package arriving at our door, it's been too long honey โค๏ธ userA โ€œdadโ€??? she knows mark hoppus?? what did i miss?? ๐Ÿ˜ณ userB userA they have an on-going joke that mark found her wandering around and adopted her as one of the few blink-182's children along alex gaskarth and jack barakat from all time low ๐Ÿ˜‚ she's super close with his family, too! I remember she collab on a song with him, but they didn't released it and then it got leaked, she did play it at a couple of concerts tho userC userB is it 'thank you & goodnight'? ๐Ÿ‘€ userB userC YES! I miss her pop-punk era ๐Ÿ˜” that version she did of 'little lion man' was soooo good!!
user4 Baby Iza is on her way to hit a bitch (Daniel)
alexalbon I like pizza too ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ•
lilymhe sorry baby, bad bitches only ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿป
user5 OMG OMG WE'VE GOT HARRY, TAYLOR AND Y/N IN ONE POST?! THE HOLY TRINITY RIGHT THERE ๐Ÿ˜
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user6 I've got my two mothers in one photo ๐Ÿ˜ญโค๏ธ
taylorswift Ms. Falls-a-lot ๐Ÿ‘ปโค๏ธ
yourinstagram I swear I'm gonna scare you too next time ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜‚
lilymhe walking among legends on this post ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ #blessed ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป
user6 I'm so happy that she's finally back โค๏ธ we need to flood her comment section with love ๐Ÿฅฐ
user7 Drama queen of this generation. Always playing the victim & tricking people into thinking that she's a mental health advocate. You're way too far from that. Cancel her ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ
user8 the caption: ICONIC ๐Ÿ”ฅ
userA the taxi driver is twisting on his grave ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคช
user9 the old Y/N can't come to the phone right now, why? Oh 'cause she's DEAD! ๐Ÿ˜Ž
user10 most untalented celeb ever
fioamato where was my invitation? ๐Ÿคจ yourinstagram iamdannaschwarz
iamdannaschwarz you got one, you just decided to ditch us for mr. i-have-an-art-gallery ๐Ÿคจ yourinstagram iamdannaschwarz yessss expose her, dannita! ๐Ÿคญ No te hagas de la vรญctima, mi corazรณn. We've got the receipts ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿงพ fioamato I hate you both ๐Ÿ™„
user11 you should be ashamed to post a photo holding a tequila bottle when so many young people follow you. You should be a role model to them, not another alcoholic celebrity ๐Ÿ™„
user12 babygirl I hope you are doing better and feeling great! You deserve so much more โค๏ธ
userA she's as fabulous as ever while he's floping big time, I call that karma ๐Ÿ’… userB not many people know how to truly appreciate the unique sazรณn and sabor of a Latina ๐Ÿ”ฅ homeboy couldn't handle the heat ๐Ÿคญ
user13 I know that album is gonna be ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ
user14 attention seeker no wonder you always get dump for someone better
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[CN] MLQC Lucien New SP Karma + Mind Quest Blurb
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"I am waiting for you to make a move on me."
"It turns out that all my emotions have long been under your control."
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Mind Quest: ๆตทไธๅ†้ฅ่ฟœ (The Ocean is No Longer Faraway)
What makes you sadder than the failure to win the award is his instinctive reaction,
After a brief separation and reunion, longing already occupies your mind first,
If weariness weighs you down on your journey, pause by your beloved's side for a moment of rest,
The warm beacon will forever light up for each other.
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At the Magnolia Cup Award Ceremony, I narrowly missed the "Best Variety Show" award. However, more than missing the award, I discovered something else that made me feel even more defeated...
The tide washes over us again and again. I sink into his calm sea and see all the hidden undercurrents and waves within it.
"How can you be here?"
Maybe there's no need to ask this question, but when I see him, I can't help but want to ask, wanting to hear him say the answer himself.
"Someone kidnapped the most important thing to me, so I came to pay the ransom."
"But I didn't leave a ferry ticket."
I feel my eyes slightly heating up, making his approaching face a bit blurry.
"No ferry ticket is needed."
"It's just that... I wanted to see you so badly."
Warm fingertips caress my cheeks, tenderly tracing my eyebrows and eyes with spring-like affection.
"How have you been recently?"
Gazing at the faint shadows under his eyes, I smile honestly and sheepishly.
"Actually... not too bad."
"Being taken here and there after I came to the seaside, you don't appear in my mind very often."
"But maybe it's also because I deliberately don't think about you often, so my efforts can be more focused, and I won't feel guilty when I rest."
Lucien listens quietly, and finally smiles helplessly.
"I haven't had a very good time these past two weeks."
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amymbona ยท 3 months ago
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There is a severe lack of works about Tashi Duncan
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phoebepheebsphibs ยท 3 months ago
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Double-Mutated Mikey
Chapter 47/Epilogue: Mikey Done Good
Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club
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It has been a month since Mikey's second rescue from the TCRI.
The lair is bright again. There is laughter again. Everyone smiles and jokes and has fun again.
It's a home again.
Casey Jones Jr. smiles as he works to tidy up the lair, moving the empty and flattened cardboard boxes over to a side tunnel so they can be placed in a dumpster later. Usually, none of them mind the clutter or the mess from moving, but they're having guests over tonight and Casey wants to make a good impression.
Speaking of, CJ gets a notif from the security system that April has arrived. She waltzes in moment later, smiling brightly.
"Whattup, family!" she yells loudly, announcing her arrival to all who didn't get the notification. "It's your favourite person! Apriiiiiiiiiiiiil O'Neil!!"
CJ rolls his eyes as Donatello and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.2.0 come out to greet her.
"Hey, April!" Donnie responds, quickly fistbumping her in greeting. "How was class?"
"Pretty good. My report got an A, so I'd think I'm a shoo-in for the competitive writing finals this year. I heard the winners get to intern for Channel 6!"
Donnie rolls his eyes and smiles.
"You always did like the news."
"Congrats, bromigo!" S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.2.0 cheers, activating a few streamers and confetti, much to Casey's annoyance at having to clean the hall again.
"Where's everybody else?" April asks, glancing up and down the halls.
"Raph is still getting the dining room set up," Donnie says. "And Mikey's making dinner."
"Mikey is?" April asks, eyes wide, yet nowhere near as wide as her smile. "He's cooking again?"
"We've been practicing a few recipes," Casey announces proudly. "He felt confident enough to try making some of the food tonight."
"Lemme guess... pizza?" April chuckles as she follows the others into the living room to help Raphael set up. "I can't wait for another Mikey original! So, is everybody coming tonight?"
"My mom said she'll be here in a bit," Casey answers as he starts wiping down the table for the fourth time. "Agent Bishop and Honeycutt will be arriving within the next fifteen minutes, I think."
"Pops and Draxum are still waiting for Leo to wrap up his appointment. They're cuttin' it close, but Leo promised to be on time," Raph says as he carries a stack of plates into the room. "Which means he'll be fashionably late again."
Donnie sneers.
"You'd think a guy who can make portals to any place on earth would understand how to be punctual."
"I still can't believe it's been a month," April awes. "Everything flew by so fast!"
"And it doesn't help that the one day at the TCRI felt like a whole week," Raph groans. "Hey, who's in charge of silverware?"
"I got it," Casey offers, running into the kitchen and returning a moment later with the cutlery. "So, Mikey made pizza, Raph made breadsticks, and I made salad."
"I brought mini shish kabobs and dip," April offers, holding up a tupperware with grilled veggies on skewers.
"Sounds great! Mom mentioned bringing brownies..." Casey recalls, "Bishop and the Professor offered to pick up drinks, and Master Splinter and the Baron said they'd grab some Yokai hors d'oeuvre from the Hidden City vendors. So I think we'll be good!"
The group continue to set up the dinner table just as three more guests enter from the subway tunnel.
"I HAVE ARRIVED!!!" Cassandra yells loudly, waving her hockey stick around like a crazed chimpanzee as she runs.
Cass rushes forwards and wraps her arms around CJ as tightly as she can. He reciprocates with a laugh.
"แดกแด‡ สœแด€แด แด‡ แด€สŸ๊œฑแด แด€ส€ส€ษชแด แด‡แด…," Fugitoid remarks as he and Bishop walk in next, "ส™แดœแด› แด‡สŸแด‡แด„แด›แด‡แด… แด›แด แด…แด ๊œฑแด ษชษด แด€ แดแดœแด„สœ แด„แด€สŸแดแด‡ส€ แดแด€ษดษดแด‡ส€."
"Hey, Professor!" Casey greets with a smile. "You're looking good. New upgrades?"
"แด›สœแด€ษดแด‹ สแดแดœ ๊œฐแดส€ ษดแดแด›ษชแด„ษชษดษข. แด…แดษดแด€แด›แด‡สŸสŸแด สœแด€๊œฑ ส™แด‡แด‡ษด แด‡xแด›ส€แด‡แดแด‡สŸส สœแด‡สŸแด˜๊œฐแดœสŸ แด›สœแด‡๊œฑแด‡ แด˜แด€๊œฑแด› ๊œฐแด‡แดก แดกแด‡แด‡แด‹๊œฑโ€ฆ"
"Anything for a fan of my work," Dee jokes. "And you've brought drinks. Any flavourless juice?"
"Sorry, just sodas," Bishop says, holding up a few grocery bags filled with large liters of name brand seltzers.
"We can't expect you to be perfect all the time," Donnie grumbles.
"Where's Mikey?" Bishop asks.
"If he heard Cass's war cry, then he should be here any second --"
Almost on cue, Mikey comes bounding out of the kitchen at full speed, pouncing at Cass and zipping around her waist and shoulders in excitement like a hyped-up cat. He eventually perches just above her shoulders, chirping excitedly and giving her a noogie. She laughs as she reaches up and pulls him down, matching his energy and nooging him right back.
Mikey laughs before releasing his hold on her and running over to Bishop and Fugitoid, reacting much more calmly and rising to stand on two legs for them.
"Hi, guys!" he says, a smile growing across his doughy and flour-caked face.
"๊œฑแด ษขแดแดแด… แด›แด ๊œฑแด‡แด‡ สแดแดœ แด€ษขแด€ษชษด, แดษชแด‹แด‡ส!" Fugitoid greets. "สแดแดœ'ส€แด‡ สŸแดแดแด‹ษชษดษข แดกแด‡สŸสŸ."
"Thanks! I'm all patched up now, see?" Mikey says as he enthusiastically shows off the large scars on his abdomen and neck. "My only complaint is the physical therapy's boring; but it is helping me to get back into my old hobbies!"
"I see you've taken up cooking?" Bishop asks, pulling a small chunk of sticky dough off Mikey's face.
"Oh, yeah. Whoops! I got a little carried away... but the pizza should be done in a while! Just enough time to talk about stuff and wait for the rest to get here! We can catch up!"
"Yeah, how's it going with the whole TCRI business?" Casey asks as he takes the brownies and sodas into the kitchen, the rest following after him and Mikey.
"Going really well," Bishop nods with a smile. "Which is surprising, considering everything. You'd think an evil corporation would try to hide their misdeeds, but what with all the leadership gone, everyone's turning on each other and revealing the truth!"
"Seriously?" Raph asks, eyes wide. "That's awesome!"
"Why haven't we heard anything about it on the news?" April asks.
"I doubt the local police will let any kind of news about a failed government study get in the public eye," Bishop sighs. "But they're handling it pretty well. Most scientists want to plea bargain, and from what I've heard the TCRI will be completely and permanently shut down within the next few days. Not just the sites stationed in NYC, but all over the globe! Then there's proceedings, court hearings, lawsuits from disgruntled employees for harassment, assault, and unfair work environments, just to name a few."
"Sounds like you have your hands full!" April laughs, moving aside as Mikey skirts behind her to retrieve a bottle of tomato sauce for the pizza.
"แด€ษดแด… แดกแด‡'ส€แด‡ แดŠแดœ๊œฑแด› ษขแด‡แด›แด›ษชษดษข ๊œฑแด›แด€ส€แด›แด‡แด…!" Fugitoid chimes in. "แดกษชแด›สœ แด›สœแด‡ แด›แด„ส€ษช ษชษด ๊œฑสœแด€แดส™สŸแด‡๊œฑ, แด›สœแด‡ แดœษดษชแด›แด‡แด… ๊œฑแด›แด€แด›แด‡๊œฑ ษขแดแด แด‡ส€ษดแดแด‡ษดแด› ษช๊œฑ สŸแดแดแด‹ษชษดษข ๊œฐแดส€ ๊œฑแดแดแด‡แด›สœษชษดษข ษดแด‡แดก แด›แด แด›แด€แด‹แด‡ ษชแด›'๊œฑ แด˜สŸแด€แด„แด‡!"
"And that's where you two come in, hm?" Donnie asks with a smirk.
"I think it's time we rebuilt the Earth Protection Force from the ground up," Bishop nods. "Make it the way it was supposed to be. Something we can actually rely on."
Mikey smiles brightly at the agent as he shreds the cheese over the pizza dough and tomato paste. Though in his distraction, he accidentally spreads the cheese onto the countertop rather than the pizza itself. He hastily scoops up the cheese and sprinkles it back wherever it looks needed.
"Well, you're perfect for the job!" Casey beams.
"And I know a few girl scouts who would be VERY EXCITED to help!" Cass exclaims, forgetting her inside voice for a moment.
"I'll take that under consideration," Bishop responds with a roll of his eyes. "I could use some extra help. There are a lot of bad guys out there..."
"Speaking of," Raph slides in, clearing his throat. "Any updates on a certain 'you know who' and her location?"
"Abigail Finn is still incognito," Bishop sighs. "Though, Donatello's facial tracking system and security measures have helped us to keep a few tabs on her. But she's staying discreet, keeping a low profile and avoiding anything illegal. Which is good."
"Just give me a reason to annihilate her," Donnie whispers to himself. "Or to at least let me go semi-lethal..."
"Have you made any attempts to arrest her?" Casey asks.
"We... considered it," Bishop sighs. "But we felt that it would be better to let it slide. If we did make any attempts, you can bet she'd try to twist the truth and reveal everything she knows about you guys."
"So essentially, you're at a stalemate," Casey grumbles.
"Pretty much. We know dirt on her, she knows dirt on us. So long as we stay out of each others' ways, we're fine."
"แด‡ษดแดแดœษขสœ แด€ส™แดแดœแด› สœแด‡ส€. แดกสœแด€แด› แด€ส™แดแดœแด› สแดแดœ? แดกสœแด€แด› สœแด€แด แด‡ สแดแดœ ส™แด‡แด‡ษด แดœแด˜ แด›แด?" Fugitoid asks.
"Mostly helpin' with recovery," Raph answers. "In different ways."
"แด€ษดแด… สœแดแดก ษช๊œฑ สแดแดœส€ ส€แด‡แด„แดแด แด‡ส€ส ษขแดษชษดษข, แดษชแด„สœแด‡สŸแด€ษดษขแด‡สŸแด?"
Mikey sighs as he shoves the pizza into the oven. Not a begrudging sigh, but more of a 'where do I start' kind of sigh.
"Well... it's been a lot. First was the whole bedridden thing. Then the physical therapy started. Case was a HUGE help with that, he's an expert on it! And after that... it was a mix of stuff. My memory's gotten better, thanks to Draxum's mystic goop. He said by the rate I'm healing at, all my memories should be back by the end of the month!"
"แด›สœแด€แด› ๊œฑแดแดœษดแด…๊œฑ ษขส€แด‡แด€แด›!" Fugitoid remarks, though the 'mystic goop' comment flies right over his head.
"Yeah... but it's not always easy," Mikey admits. "I have some bad days, a few relapses. Sometimes I still forget names and call one of my brothers by their life-colour instead. Sometimes I talk in the third person instead of the first. Some days I can't talk at all! Walking is... still wacky and tough to get used to. I'm comfortable doing both two legs and four, but I'm faster on four. My vision still acts up, but I've learned to control it a bit better. Dee and I have been training it to shift on command instead of in reaction to light! All in all, adjusting is weird."
"I bet," Bishop nods.
"Wildest thing -- pun intended -- is the whole 'animalistic traits' junk that happens. Like, I still don't get some social cues?" Mikey admits. "Like most people shake hands, but I'll smell or sniff a person first. Most people hug, I climb on them and wrap my whole body around them like a snake. I'll growl if I'm angry. Sometimes I bite when I get startled. Stuff like that."
"Don't forget that one week where you kept making nests all over the lair and storing food in your room," Donnie chimes in.
"I'm just glad you haven't tried to mark your territory or anything," Raph jokes.
Mikey gives him a joking side-glare before continuing.
"Well anyways, it's been weird and confusing but I'm doing a lot better now. I'm really happy again! Which, I'll be honest... surprises me sometimes. The nightmares aren't as constant. They happen, and sometimes I wake up and I don't know where I am. But my family's there to help whenever. I didn't think I'd be this happy this much for a long time... But here we are!"
April starts tearing up out of joy and goes to hug Mikey, who laughs and hugs her back.
"สœแด€แด แด‡ สแดแดœ ส™แด‡แด‡ษด แดษด แด€ษดส แดษช๊œฑ๊œฑษชแดษด๊œฑ แดกษชแด›สœ สแดแดœส€ ส™ส€แดแด›สœแด‡ส€๊œฑ สแด‡แด›?" Fugitoid wonders.
"One or two," Mikey shrugs. "Though Raph would rather I wait a little longer. I'm kinda glad I kept the mutations, they really help with tracking and stuff -- and the looks on the villains' faces when I start climbing the walls is priceless!" Mikey cackles.
"แด€ษดแด…โ€ฆ แด›สœแด‡ ษชษดแด›ส€แดœ๊œฑษชแด แด‡ แด›สœแดแดœษขสœแด›๊œฑ?"
"Not as bad," Mikey explains. "Practically gone. Sure, Instinct pops up every once in a while. He really likes to talk during fights and junk. But Raph's been helping me out with him."
Raphael smiles proudly at the mention.
"Therapy's been good too," Mikey continues. "It helps to just... talk it out with someone."
"You've been doing therapy?" Bishop asks in pleasant surprise. "With who? A human therapist?"
"Actually, there's a Yokai clinic in the Hidden City," Mikey smiles. "Draxum recommended it to Leo, and Leo recommend it to all of us."
"Ohhhh, so is that the appointment Casey mentioned?" April asks.
"Yeah," Mikey says with a grin. "I'm really happy that Leo took the initiative to go, that was huge for him. And he's doing a lot better, too!"
Mikey continues to explain their experiences with their therapists as he works with the pizza, pulling it from the oven and sprinkling garlic and herbs into the crust before setting it back in for a few more minutes...
"Leo's therapist has been giving him tips on how to improve his mental health, gain more self-worth, and deal with his own intrusive thoughts. He said I'd like talking to them, so I went in for a sort of trial run. It was... a little awkward at first. The initial couple of sessions were just us getting to know each other and my therapist asking about my family and some hobbies, which I kinda didn't expect at first? I guess I figured that we'd jump right into the issue... But the more we talked, the closer we got and the easier it was for me to open up about my traumas and problems. So, uh, there's that!"
Mikey chuckles as he checks on the pizza again. Five more minutes, maybe... He sighs as he leaps onto the kitchen counter and perches there.
"So, I guess this is our new normal," April notes. "Everything seems to be all wrapped up for the most part."
"Except for one thing," Cassandra grumbles. "The blue turtle and his fathers aren't here yet! I want to eat the pizza already!!"
"It's not even out of the oven," Raph scolds.
"I'LL EAT IT WITH MY BARE HANDS!" Cass shouts, pumping her fists. "I'LL EAT IT STRAIGHT OUT OF THE FIRE! IT'S NO MATCH FOR ME!!"
"Uh-huh, suuuuuuure," April jokes.
"When is Leo getting back, though?" Mikey asks.
"By my calculations, he'll be here in the next three minutes," Donnie declares. "My tracker says he and Papa and Draxum just left the Yokai clinic and should be getting their contributions for dinner right about now."
"Great! They'll arrive just in time for the pizza..."
The group continue talking about whatever they can until Leonardo's portal illuminates the outer room. Warm welcomes, questions on how the session went, how Leo's doing, what Draxum has been up to, and so on until everyone decides that they are starving and sit themselves down for dinner.
The group catch Leo up to the discussion through the salad and appetizers. He huffs at the mention of Dr. Finn. Draxum catches the others up on the recent finishes to his home and how Huginn and Muninn have come back to work for him again.
Fugitoid pretends to eat the food, which causes Casey Jones to snort his soda through his nose and the entire table laughs, even John Bishop.
Mikey uses his mutated tongue to snag an hors d'oeuvre off of Leo's plate when he isn't looking. Splinter sees and snickers loudly, which alerts Leo to Mikey's second and third attempts.
The pizza comes out a few minutes later, hot and ready. The crust is a bit warped and has strange knots, the cheese is mismatched and looks odd, and the toppings are strangely arranged. It's the wackiest-looking flatbread the world has ever seen.
Yet when each guest takes a bite, they are wonderfully surprised. It is quite possibly the most delicious pizza in the world, despite its flaws and outward appearance.
"Mikey, you made this?" Leo asks with shock as he chows down on the slice.
Mikey nods as he eats his own cheesy triangle.
"Wow, dude! This tastes awesome!"
Mikey's smile stretches across his face as Leo pats him on the back.
"You did good, Mikey! You did really good."
The End.
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